HP+ first love is no small matter

"It's Valentine's Day," Blaise said.

"Yeah." Draco flipped through his oatmeal absently.

"You want to spend time with her?"

She kissed him in front of everyone.

Draco didn't speak.

"I don't know what she's thinking," Blaise whispered, "but she's kind of like my mom, you know a lot of people say she killed my mom's seven husbands, right?"

"That's just nonsense," Draco frowned. "They died by accident."

"But she didn't love any of them," Blaise whispered. "My mom told me she'd only loved me as a man in her life."

"You know what you're saying sounds a little scary, don't you?"

"It's a little bit," said Blaise, downing half a glass of pumpkin juice, "but I feel reassured that my mother doesn't love all her husbands, but I'm her only son, so she loves me."

"You're lucky," Draco said, "her mother doesn't love her."

"There is such a woman," Blaise cut a fried egg, and then dipped the yolk with crisp bread, "so I am even more glad that my mother is my mother. When I talked to my mother about her mother before, Do you know what my mother answered me?"

"What did you say?"

"My mother is five years older than her mother. Her mother was only 16 when they met for the first time, but she already knew how to catch a man's heart deliberately but without incident. My mother is very good at reading people. She said she Mom has shown her unscrupulous nature since she was 16 years old." Zabini whispered, "So my mother wants me to stay away from her, Draco, let me tell you, you should also stay away from her. "

"You know all your stepfathers can't stay away from your mother?"

Blaise stared at him for a moment, "I'll just take this as some of your restless nonsense," he finished his fried eggs and crispbread, "does that girl really like you? Don't think I'm as stupid as others, my mother looks at those men with more affection than she looks at you."

Blaise was angry after all.

Draco was drinking the porridge, throwing the spoon away in disbelief, and wanted to walk out of the cafeteria. Clark and Goyle subconsciously wanted to follow him, but when he looked up, he saw Harry being killed by several Gryffindors. The boy pressed firmly on the seat and couldn't help but laugh.

She sat by the lake and splashed water into the lake.

She hadn't eaten two or three meals in a row.

"Don't you want any?" he asked her. "Papa sent strawberries, and I just went to the kitchen to ask for some cream and sugar."

She looked at him and smiled, "I'm not hungry."

He held her wrist, "Vera."

"What about Valentine's Day," she whispered, "do you want anything?"

"I want you to eat something."

She finally took the plate in his hand, ate a few strawberries, and asked him, "How is it over there?"

"almost."

"Come on," she begged him, "come on."

"Why so eager?"

"Reculus is getting weaker and weaker," she whispered. "If we succeed this time, maybe I can go and ask the Dark Lord to help me save him."

Blaise's words echoed in Draco's ears, "My mother told me that she only loves me as a man in her life."

But he held back.

"Why do you like him?"

……

"Draco," she said softly, "you know I grew up among Muggles, among a bunch of Muggles."

"Yes."

"I'm not like you," she said, "your mother always praises you, doesn't she? I show your mother a coming spell with my wand, and she praises me for a job well done. But if I give me Mom watched the Flying Curse, the silent Flying Curse, my mother would say, Vera, don't do this."

"The thing my mother taught me since I was a child is that I can never let others know what I know, but you, you are not like that."

She whispered, "I didn't feel like I was using magic when I was a kid. I wanted to peel grapes without getting my hands dirty. Then I stared at it and the grape skins would fall off by themselves. That's how I peeled grapes. Magic." It's so natural to me, I don't think it's special, it's like breathing, but my mother won't let me use it in front of other people, it's like not letting me breathe smoothly, the same, you know me Your tears are diamonds, but how can someone's tears be diamonds? So I can't cry in front of others."

"I'm not a very obedient child," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "As you can see, I'm very bad-tempered and stubborn. She can't control me at all, so in order not to let the Muggles find me," she used She covered her face with her hands, "She locked me up and didn't let me go out."

"You're a witch," Draco suppressed his anger, "she can't do this to you!"

In this way, it is easy for children to suppress their magical talent and turn them into silent ones!Reticents rarely live past ten!

That old witch is probably crazy!

"But I have Re." She whispered, "Mom likes Re because he is obedient, because he is obedient, because he will control me."

She laughed lowly, "So he is freer than me, but mom doesn't know, although Re takes care of me, but I know how to make him obey," she smiled lowly, "I know how to make people obey since I was a child, especially Boy. So he listens to me, I don't like vegetables and he eats them for me, I want that cherry on his ice cream and he gives it to me, I don't like to lose so he will let me go no matter what , I want him not to have others, he will have others..."

Mom thought Re was on her side, but no, Re was always on her side.

"Don't you think I'm manipulative?" She tilted her head. "I have Voldemort's blood on my body. I can manipulate people just like him, Draco." She took his hand. I started approaching you because I wanted to use you."

he knows.

Last time he was played around by her, but this time he was still willingly played by her.

"I am willing," he whispered, "what Aunt Bella is, so I am."

He held her hand back, "It's no big deal, Vera."

"I thought it was a normal thing," she said, returning to a narrative stance, "I'm so used to him giving me what I want, so I thought that would be the same with that kiss, but it was that kiss. At first," she smiled, "he refused to give it to me."

"Do you have that feeling?" She whispered, "I am very used to the existence of a person, very used to all his doting and pampering on you, and then one day, he refused to give it to you. Then, when you are still When you are angry, you suddenly realize that you will never have him again."

"He never gave me everything," she covered her face, "he gave me everything, but he refused to kiss me...he even refused to accompany me, he told me he was going to die...he Tell me I can't have him, he told me you are fine, Harry is fine, you are all better than him," she choked up, "but I don't want anyone else, I want him alone."

She whispered, "Other boys will listen to me and give me what I want, but... no one else." She whispered, "Draco, you don't understand, You don't understand what he is to me, have you seen The Little Prince?" She whispered, "He has a very willful rose, proud and willful, boasting of his four thorns, one day Command him all the time, but in fact she is weak and cannot leave him..."

"Then I'm your fox," he whispered. "If you're his rose, then I'm your fox."

"you……"

"I've seen it," he whispered. "I've seen it before."

He read a lot of books after she died.

He'd always wanted to know more about her, and he'd read a lot of books by Muggle authors.

"You know the book," she whispered, "and you know that the fox is the most unlucky one. He shouldn't ask to be tamed because he doesn't love him."

"But being domesticated has its advantages, and the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves is also very pleasant."

"Rose is a very willful and artificial girl," she whispered, "she doesn't understand love at all."

"She just hasn't grown up yet."

"Her little prince was angry with her and left, and he refused to go back, and finally died," she whispered, "bitten to death by a snake."

"He just went back for his rose."

"I don't think he's back," she whispered, "he just thought he was back..."

Draco said softly, "Everyone is someone else's rose, the little prince, even the fox. He is your little prince and you are his rose. But I can be your fox. Vera, you are the little prince , I'm a fox, I know you don't like me, but you don't have to like me."

"Why?" She stared at him, "Why? Doesn't liking someone want her to like me too?"

"I just want the girl I like to be happy all the time."

"But the rose is inseparable from the little prince. She is a rose, his rose, and will only be his rose. She can't become anything else," she looked at him. "She will never meet the fox, because she Never leave B612."

She said softly, "Draco, he may not be my little prince, but I am definitely his rose. He can leave his rose, but his rose will never leave him, so you shouldn't love me."

She hugged him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "The fox is the most pitiful, it watches the person it loves gradually learn to love, but has to watch him leave, Draco, don't To be a fox, I would rather be a rose than a fox, because at least the rose has been loved, no matter whether she is self-willed or pretentious, at least she has been pampered. But the fox digests the sadness by himself and chews the pain of loss alone.”

She stared at him, "Draco, I like you, and I don't want you to be like this."

Draco:

A I like you too, and I don't want you to be like this either.

B I don't care.

C You have met your fox.

The author has something to say:

I have always thought that the four thorns of a rose should be beauty, wisdom, birth and character.

However, we all know that those four thorns are meaningless in the face of a powerful force (tiger).

The only thing that Rose is thankful for is that there is only the little prince alone on the small planet B612, and there are no such beasts as tigers.

It is said that the original text of the little prince is French, and the French fox is a masculine word.

Rose is "she" at the beginning, the little prince is a man, and fox is a masculine word.

Does this mean that it was another man who taught the little prince how to love a woman?

(Accidentally posted in the wrong order)