HP+ first love is no small matter

B+C you won't want mine; wait until you get better.

"It's not that I don't want you, Vera," he whispered, "it's that you don't want me."

"Why? Don't you believe I want you?"

"You don't want me," he said, "I know you don't want me."

"I want yours," she said, lying in his arms and looking at him, "I want yours."

"I'm not the one you want."

"You are," she insisted, "you are, and I like you."

"Vera..."

Before he could say anything, she had already kissed him again, "I want yours."

He didn't dodge, didn't want to dodge, and couldn't dodge.Even a kiss is fine, it's better than nothing.

The kiss was despicable, shameful, and he took advantage of her in this state and understood that he was being treated as someone else.

But what is the solution?He can't avoid it.

"Vera," he said, "you won't want me."

"why would you say so?"

"You're saying this now because you're sick," he held her tightly against his chest. "When you get better, when you know who I really am, you won't want me."

"You always say wait until I get better," she hummed as she buried her head in his chest, "I'm not sick..."

"Well," he hugged her, "you're not sick, you're just a little unwell, you just have a headache, you just have a headache when you think about things, and you can't sleep, can you?"

"Well," she said, "but I'm not sick, I'm just sick..."

"Well," he said, "we'll talk about it when you're better, when you're better..."

"I want yours," she said, "I want you now, and I want you when I get better."

He couldn't help holding her in his arms, "promise me," he whispered, "promise me?"

"I want you," she said, "I want you."

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Promise me."

"You promised me too," she smiled and held a small lock of his hair, "give it to me."

He didn't ask why, just used the cutting spell, and she also picked a pinch of her hair for him, he hesitated for a while, and cut it too, and then she divided the two strands of hair evenly into four strands, she didn't have a wand, but Basic wand magic still remembered, and he looked at her, and soon saw that she had woven two small rings.

The hair color of the two of them is exactly the same, so that it will not make people think that it is the hair of two people.

And she leaned in his arms, smiling very sweetly, "Here you are."

Two rings made of four strands of hair, two of his and two of hers, and he looked at her, and she said, "Here, put it on me, and I'll put it on you..."

He suddenly couldn't help crying.

"What's the matter?" She stared at him, "What's the matter with you?" She sat up and dragged him up too, "Put it on for me..."

He held her finger and wanted to put it on her, but she shook her head, "It's not like this..."

He was silent for a while, and finally said, "I love you, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she leaned her head back into his arms contentedly, "I have always been willing."

Trembling, he put the ring on her ring finger.

She put the other one on for him too, but it was a bit small, so she tried to put it on his little finger, but it was too big for the little finger.

But he said, "It's okay, that's all."

She held his left hand with her ring-wearing left hand, turned her back to him and asked him to circle her, and put their two hands on her chest, she whispered, "You promised me, when I get better, Just let me marry you."

He rested his chin on her forehead, "Well, we'll get married when you get better."

He knew in his heart that all of this would be impossible when she got better, but everything was so good with her now, so he couldn't say no at all and just wanted to indulge in it.

He rested his head on the top of her hair, lowly, gently, and desperately, "When you get better..."

He stood in front of his father, "I want to marry her."

Dad raised his head in astonishment, "What did you say?"

"I want to marry Vera," he repeated, "I promised her that when she gets better, I will marry her..."

"What did you do to her?" Lucius slapped Draco hard, "What did you do to her?!"

"I have to break off my engagement with Astoria," Draco received that slap, and continued without hesitation, "I have to marry her."

"What did you do to her?" Lucius gritted his teeth, "Draco, tell me, what did you do to her!"

With red eyes, he approached his son step by step, "What have you done!"

He lost control, "Did you coax her? Did you lie to her? What did you do to her while she was so ignorant?"

"That's what she looks like now!" Lucius stared at him, "You know you shouldn't have done that! You know she doesn't even know who you are now..."

"I'm going to marry her," said Draco, "I'm going to marry her, Daddy, whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry her."

"Bastard..." Lucius felt that he was about to faint, "Monster!"

Narcissa stopped him, "What's wrong with you? Is there anything you can't talk to him about? What are you doing to beat him?!"

"She's a half-breed," Draco said. "She's got some mental issues right now, but Dad, I'm going to marry her."

"You can't marry her!"

"I'm going to marry her!" said Draco. "Dad, you know the Blacks always..."

"Shut up!" his parents yelled at him in unison, "Don't talk like that!"

"Sirius, Andromeda..."

"Don't mention their names," his mother tried to keep her voice steady, "remember how I taught you?"

"They are all family traitors, scum of pure blood, so let's not call them that," he said in a steady tone, but continued, "Aunt Bella."

Aunt Bella had borne the Dark Lord a child, he hadn't seen it, but he knew it.

So although Aunt Bella didn't say it now, he knew what happened.

He said, "Mom, I like her, and even if she uses me like the Dark Lord used Aunt Bella, I'll..."

"Shut up!" his mother finally got angry, "Draco, you shouldn't listen to rumors like that!"

"That's no longer a rumor, Mom," he said calmly, "I know she's staying in..."

"Stop!" his mother screamed, "Stop!"

"Mom," he stared at Narcissa, "I want to marry her, I'm sorry you only have me as a child, but Mom, if you won't let me marry her..."

"Are you threatening your mother?" Narcissa looked at him. "Are you threatening your mother? Are you going to sever ties with her?"

Sirius cut off ties with his parents and ran away from home when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Mom couldn't forget it, and he didn't know how important the firstborn in a pure-blood family was, and Sirius had at least one younger brother at the time, and he had none.

"No," he said softly, "Mom, I just wanted to say that if she died, I wouldn't be able to live."

Mom finally gave him a slap.

"You're going to do this to me?" His mother stared at him, "You're going to do this to me? You're my only son, you're my only child...and you're going to talk to me like this now? You're going to do this to me ?”

"You can't marry her," Lucius forced himself to speak, "Draco..."

"Shut up!" It was the first time that his mother was so fierce to his father in front of him. "Draco," Mom stared at him, "what the hell are you trying to say? Tell your mom, what the hell are you trying to do?"

She whispered, "Do you want to break your mother's heart? Do to me like Sirius did to Aunt Wall? You're going to disown me? You're going to run away from home? You're going to go around saying I'm a lunatic , Are you saying that I am too controlling?"

She said softly, "I'm your mother, how can you think of me like this? I..."

She was speechless, she stared at her son, "Why didn't mother give you? Why didn't mother promise you? Didn't mother treat you well enough? Everyone said I spoiled you, but De Laco, you can't like her, it's not a matter of blood, it's not a matter of whether her current appearance is normal, the Dark Lord will not allow you to do this, son, I know you like her, but you don't have to be with her Only the person you like can be with you, sometimes the person you like can never be with you..."

"Mommy," he said, "no, I don't want to break your heart, but Mommy," he finally cried, "Mommy, I can't live if something happens to her, really, Mommy, I can't look at her Die one more time, mother!"

His mother looked at him in shock as he continued, "Dad, Mom, I want to marry her."

With tears in his eyes, he curled the corner of his mouth, "I promised her."

His mother seemed to have suddenly aged ten years, and the arrogance of the past faded from her well-maintained cheeks, and she became a kind of misery. She whispered his name with trembling lips like an old lady who had suffered from the wind and frost of the world. , "Dra...co..."

"Mom," he whispered, "please, mother..."

He's been talking like this since he was a kid, Mom, please Mom, Dad, please Dad, I want this, I want that, I want candy, I want a new broom.

But that girl is neither a candy nor a broom.

The child was the Dark Lord's daughter, the only daughter, and the only child he had ever had after her brother died.

"It's not something your father and I can decide," Narcissa said, "Son, that's not something we can decide..."

"That's something you can decide," said Draco, "The Dark Lord doesn't have many days..."

Narcissa rushed forward and covered her son's mouth, "How can you say such a thing! How dare you say such a thing!" She looked at the door nervously and said tremblingly, "He is right here , not far from us..."

"Soon," he said, "not long, mother, it'll be all right, we'll be all right..."

"You're crazy," said his mother, "Son! You're crazy!"

"I didn't!" he screamed, "I didn't!" He recovered quickly, "But if you won't let me be with her..." He tore his mother's hand off, "If you If you don't let me be with her," he looked at his mother and whispered under the other's terrified expression, "I will definitely go crazy, mother."