HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When Sirius stepped into the tavern, he saw Christie at a glance.

The other party was sitting in the corner, as if he had drunk a lot. There were many empty glasses on the table, and he was holding a glass of cherry mint wine in his hand. The cherry in the wine was extremely huge, and the color of the wine was Deep emerald like her eyes.

Her hat was pulled up to her nose, her face was half hidden by her black hair, and one hand rested on her cheek, but he recognized her immediately.

He subconsciously walked over, put down her hat, and found that it was indeed her, and it was her with a darker color than usual—there was a drunken blush on her cheeks, and her lips were like the cherry floating in the wine. red.

"What are you doing?" he asked her exaggeratedly.

She was obviously drunk, and she actually smiled at him, "You're here."

He caught his breath and said, "You're drunk."

"Yes." She nodded.

She seemed a little closer when she was drunk than when she was sober, "I'll take you back." He squatted beside her and whispered, "Your brother will be worried if he finds out."

"It shouldn't be so," she said, "I just became an aunt..."

Lucius had just had his and Narcissa's first child, and they loved him so much, the baby was just a month old, and he couldn't bear to let the house-elves take care of him.

"Well, we all know that you have become an aunt." He coaxed her, "My dear boy, let's go back."

She looked at him for a long time, looked for the focus of her eyes for a while, and finally nodded.

He hesitated for a while, "You can become a cat, I will send you back."

She turned to talk to him, then bent down again, the neckline dropped a little, revealing a triangular indentation in the middle of the collarbone and a green dress she was wearing underneath.

The neckline of the skirt was a little wide open, and a necklace slipped out from there. The pendant on it was a sapphire, and because she was close to him, she almost missed him in the face.

He blinked subconsciously, and could feel her rapidly disappearing body temperature on the twinkling gems through the air, and said, "Christie..."

Then he happened to look in along the triangular depression, it was very dark, the light in the tavern was already dim, and the bottom of the depression was blocked by shadows.

It was really dark and he couldn't see anything.

After a while.

"Christie," he said, trying to look away, "you've got to pull your collar up a bit."

And she looked at him ignorantly for a while, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

His heart jumped up violently, "You are very drunk." He said, and couldn't help jokingly said, "I was wondering if you were going to kiss me."

Before he could finish his sentence, she put both hands on his shoulders, and before he could recover, an extremely soft thing came up, with the coolness of mint wine.

Just one click, one click and she left, but those two hands were still resting on his shoulders to support her weight.

She was really drunk.

She was so close to him that he could smell her, hers, a very feminine scent that seemed to make your mouth dry.

And he subconsciously licked his lips.

Cool and sweet.

It's mint wine.

How much mint julep did she drink?

Peppermint wine... This is really something that women only drink. He has never been able to understand why his younger brother always likes to drink this.

Speaking of Regulus, how long has he been gone?

How many months?Almost a year?

He thought wildly, trying not to think about the fact that she had just kissed him.

But she was so drunk that it was obviously impossible to leave her here.

That's too dangerous.

Although Lucius is very cunning, but she is too beautiful, he doesn't think Lucius' cunning can shock everyone.

She staggered and sat upright again, picked up her own cup from the table again, and took a sip, this time she also took the cherry into her mouth.

her mouth...

It was plump and red, and looked smaller than that cherry.

He wanted to take a bite, to see if it was as sweet and juicy as a cherry.

……

This idea is not right, he has to change it.

How on earth did she get that cherry the size of a golden snitch into her mouth? !

After swallowing the wine, she held the honey-soaked cherry in her mouth, her left cheek was puffy, like a squirrel stuffed with pine nuts.

Then she licked her lips, as if trying to lick the wine stains off her lips.

He looked at the table and found that a small pile of cherry pits had accumulated on it.

He tried his best not to look at her moving cherry lips, and whispered, "Christie, if Lucius was here, he would definitely kill the owner of this store..."

He gave her so much wine.

It's so late, at this time, she...

Her hand landed on his shoulder again, sliding all the way down, pulling his elbow and lifting it up, itching where her fingers passed, and he didn't know whether to stop her, but here During the brief hesitation, she had already held his palm, and brought her lips together, and soon, something hard pressed against his palm.

Moist, lukewarm, firm.

It was she who spit out the cherry pit.

The cherry pit was lying on the palm of his hand, it seemed to have a kind of magic, the skin that touched it began to itch unnaturally, and the itching spread from the palm of his hand to his heart.

He felt that his heart was about to explode. Everyone around him looked at him, but he didn't care. He took a few deep breaths, "I'm going to use this to laugh at you when you wake up tomorrow." He deliberately laughed, " Christie, I'm going to make this cherry stone into a necklace and hang it around my neck for you to see."

Her body was so weak that he didn't have much strength, so he had to put his hands under her waist to lift her up, "My dear boy, you have to go back and have a good sleep." He said, "I'll take you home, okay?"

She nodded, not forgetting to throw an extra gold Jialong on the table as a tip.

He pulled the hat back up to his chin for her, praying that he would never see Lucius.

If Lucius saw all this, he would definitely kill himself.

Then he thought in horror again.

It was so late, and she was so drunk again, she couldn't go home in this state.

He wouldn't dare bring a drunk Christie to meet Lucius.

Can't he send her back and drink out so late with someone like himself who is considered a disgrace by almost all pure-blood families?Still drunk?

Lucius would kill him, he would.

He thought wildly.

He wanted to take her to Lily's place, but he was very hesitant in his heart. Lily was about to give birth soon, and he was not sure whether he should cause trouble for her at this time.

But if he didn't go, he couldn't think of any other woman who was close to him and her. If she knew that she was seen by others when she was drunk, would she go crazy tomorrow?

He himself was very worried that she would kill him tomorrow when she sobered up.

"What should I do with you," he whispered, "I dare not stay with you, I'm afraid Lucius will kill me."

And he instinctively wanted to continue the kiss.

This is not a good sign.

He kept saying to himself in his heart that she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing, he shouldn't and couldn't do this to her without her permission.

However, the girl raised her head again, she hugged his neck, put her hand behind his head and pressed him, and kissed him for a long time.

She was actually weak when she was drunk, but he couldn't break free.

Not to mention that he likes her, and he knows he likes her doing it.

The chilliness of mint had always made him sick, and he didn't like mint.

His toothpaste is lemon instead of mint.

But now, peppermint makes her lips smell even more delicious.

The inside of her mouth was warm and creamy.

He gasped involuntarily, his hands crossed behind her back trying to press her deeper into him, he subconsciously wanted more, he was immersed in the kiss.

But after a while, he subconsciously pushed her away, pushed her away in extreme embarrassment, and said, "You're drunk, Christy," and he felt his throat was thirsty and sore, as if he was the one who drank, not She, "You're drunk, we shouldn't be like this."

He didn't know how he managed to bring her to Lily in the end.

All he could think about was the kiss she gave him.

If a dementor sucks your soul and leaves you pain, she is like a dementor that sucks your soul and leaves you joy.