HP+ first love is no small matter

From now on, C will not feed her as long as it is his turn to feed her medicine.

He stopped her medicine.

She needs to take medicine three times a day, each time after meals.

And she probably had him at two of her three meals, and at other times it was probably her mother, and sometimes it was the Dark Lord.

Her medicine has been greatly improved in terms of taste and taste. Her throat is shallow, but the pills are too big to be broken and eaten. The taste of the medicine is so disgusting that you will never want to know what is in it for the rest of your life. .

At the beginning, she couldn't stand the taste and would keep vomiting. When he persuaded her to drink, she would cry and drink it and then spit it out. However, when others gave it to her, she would lose her temper and throw them everywhere.

She always cried a lot when she first started taking the medicine.

Finally, the Dark Lord couldn't bear it anymore and asked Lucius loudly, "Can't you get her some less disgusting medicine?"

As a result, her father later got her a sugar-coated pill and a juice-like potion.

It was convenient for him, he just really helped her to switch from pills and potions to sugar pills and juice.

This is the best way, her birthday is only a little more than a month away, after this birthday is over, when Regulus dies, at that time he will make her change back.

Even Regulus would be willing to do that, wouldn't he?

The things she did were so horrific that no one would be able to watch them again.

Watching her die over and over again?

Regulus would go mad, he would go mad, and the Dark Lord would go mad.

No, he didn't want her dead.

He is her brother, and she just wants to be with her brother, so he should be with her.

She had frequent nightmares and couldn't fall asleep all night, but that was nothing, as long as she was alive, everything was fine.

The snow-white owl flew to his window, and on its feet were bound the two rings he had ordered.

Emeralds, emeralds like her eyes.

He unscrewed the jewel, revealing the ring she had braided.

Hair is a very important thing. Wizards always pay attention not to allow people to take away their hair easily, but at the same time, hair is indeed something that is easy to lose in the first place. You always lose your hair unintentionally.

He stroked the strand of hair, and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss it.

"Brother?" She pushed his hands away, and he looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Her eyes were swollen from crying, "I'm so scared..."

"I'm here," he put his arms around her, "I'm here..."

"They're dead," she cried, hugging him, "they're all dead..."

"But I am here," he whispered. "Don't be afraid, Vera, I am here."

"Look," he said, putting one arm around her and holding her in his lap, and with the other hand he picked out the gold ring given to her from the table, "look, Vera, here comes the ring."

"Ring?" She tilted her head, "Are you getting engaged?!"

"No," he put his arms around her, and she forgot again. Her memory was confused, and she only remembered what she wanted to remember, such as always thinking that he was going to be engaged to Margaret. "You forgot," he stared Looking at her, "I told you about the ring I was going to give you."

"For me?" She laughed, "I remember, you said, give me a ring..."

She handed him her hand, "Then put it on for me now."

He put it on her and put his arms around her, "don't be scared," he whispered, "get it? we'll get married, and i won't be anyone else's, it's yours, yours only, yours forever ..."

She turned the ring, "If one day I die..."

"You will not die," he interrupted her, "you will never die."

"No," she shook her head, "everyone will die," she looked at the ring, and couldn't help but lower her head to kiss it, "If one day I die, can I wear it?"

"Okay," he whispered, "you can always wear it, and I will always wear it."

She smiled, raised her head and kissed his lips, he and she kissed each other, and finally couldn't bear to hug her to the bed.

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"Does it hurt?" He put his arms around her, "I'm very careful, but you are still very young..."

"It's okay." She leaned into his arms and touched his collarbone with her fingers. "You like this?"

"Well," he smiled, "I like it very much."

"That's okay," she said. "It hurts a bit, but you're happy. Have you ever done this with anyone else?"

"No," he looked at her, brushed her blond hair away with his fingers, and helped her wipe off the fine sweat on her forehead, "only with you."

"Can't tell Mom," she whispered, "Mom will be mad."

"It's all right," he said, "Mom won't."

"really?"

"Well," he said, "I'll marry you later. So it's fine."

"But brother and sister..."

"It's nothing, Vera," he put his arms around her, stroking her bare back, "go to sleep, don't worry about such things."

"What about your fiancée?"

"I won't marry her," he whispered. "I want you."

"The Dark Lord will be angry too," she said, "but if he hurts you I'll die for him."

She forgot that she had given him a spell, and all the injuries he suffered would appear on her body, as if she accidentally scratched his back twice with her fingernails, and now there is already a palpable swelling on her own back It's bruised.

"No," he said, "he won't hurt me."

He stroked the girl's back, "Go to sleep, Vera, go to sleep."

Narcissa went to her son's room with ease to find the girl.

She lifted the bed curtain again, but this time with a pale face, she saw the girl half covered with the quilt, sleeping in her son's arms with most of her back and shoulders bare.

She felt dizzy, but in the end she lowered the curtain under her son's gaze, and went out from the room. She closed the door and leaned against the door trembling uncontrollably.

"Mom saw it," the girl opened her eyes again, "what to do, she saw..."

"She's fine when she sees it," Draco said, "It's fine, Vera, it's fine..."

"I'm not afraid of her seeing it," she whispered, "but why didn't she say anything? I thought she would be angry, but why didn't she say anything?"

"Because she allows us to be together," he whispered, "she allows anything that pleases you."

"I just want to be with you," she smiled. "It's good to be with you, and I don't want anything else."

"Me too." He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"together forever?"

"together forever."

"What about your fiancée?"

"Mom won't let me marry someone else," he whispered, "Don't worry even if she wants you, I can handle everything with me," he hugged her tightly again, "Hey, go to sleep , sleep a little longer, don’t be afraid, I’m always by your side.”

The Black boy is dead.

Christie cried her heart out and was pronounced dead of grief six months after the death of her own son.

The girl opened her eyes from his arms, "Draco."

"Huh?" He lay on his side on the bed and held her in his arms. "What's wrong? Have a nightmare again?"

"No," she smiled, "Draco," she got up, pushed him on the bed, and called him in a low voice, "Draco."

HE?

Miss is not dead, that woman appeared.