HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The girl was fully dressed, walked into the living room, knelt on the sofa with one knee in full view, embraced the Dark Lord from the front, and kissed his right cheek.

His body temperature was much lower than hers, and that kiss seemed a little hot to him.

He was a little embarrassed, and scolded her in a low voice, "Many people are watching!"

"Don't you like it when I kiss you?" She let go. "Or do you just not like me?"

"How come..." He was a little embarrassed. "All right," he said, "all right, miss. I see."

She hugged his shoulders and exerted a little force. He seemed a little impatient, but he still pushed her to kiss his face again, on the left cheek.

in front of everyone.

One left and one right, just right.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she asked him.

He felt that his face was going to burn, and he tapped his finger on her forehead, "Stop it, miss," he said softly, "Does this make you feel funny?"

She suddenly became naughty, held his face and kissed him loudly a dozen times.

He was in a dizzy state, embarrassed, but happy.

"Kiss me," she said softly, "kiss me, after today you may never be able to kiss me again."

He knew he couldn't do anything with her.

"Don't say such things," he said, but couldn't help kissing her cheek, her soft, delicate cheek, "what do you want to do today? Will you be back late?"

He subconsciously felt that she was trying to curry favor with him, for something that might make him unhappy.

It should be that she is going to stay outside for another day.He doesn't like her going out alone, she is too young, it's not good to come back too late after all.

But she had just given him so many kisses.

He was willing to pamper her a little because of her rare closeness to him.

He said, "I'll wait for you for dinner, okay?"

Here's the bottom line, she shouldn't be out overnight.

"I just thought you might not have a chance," she said, "and you know it's the first time I've asked you for a kiss. If you say no to me, you might regret it forever. Because you probably won't be able to kiss again. me."

She spoke in Parseltongue.

She said, "You know it feels bad to be rejected." She tilted her head, "If you reject me, I might never talk to you again if I get angry."

He subconsciously kissed her forehead.

She tilted her head slightly like a kitten, meaning she wanted him to kiss her cheek again.

He loved her so much in his heart that he couldn't help but kissed her again.

He felt that her skin was an extremely tender membrane, her muscles were quivering and semi-solid, and even her bones were soft and crisp.

He felt like he could swallow her down with just a little sucking.

But that was impossible, he couldn't eat her.

She is a piece of meat, a tender piece of his heart.She was already there, already in his body.

Since she used the snake language, he subconsciously replied to her snake language.

"Okay, my dear lady, I know how much you hold grudges, just like me." He reached out and stroked her cheek, his palm slid from her cheek to her shoulder, and pressed down slightly, wanting her to sit down. by my side.

She whispered, "You know what? Regulus looks a bit like you when you were young." She put her arm around his shoulders, "But even now you have some things alike—especially when you're thinking Sometimes. Both of you will tilt your head slightly, and you will frown when things are complicated, as if you have a headache. But when he smiles, he doesn't look like you, and when he is really happy, he looks a little more like Sirius. "

She asked in a low voice, "Do you think he will grow more like you? I actually didn't look like her when I was young." She tilted her head, "I really want to say, when I was young, especially when I was four When I was five, I looked a lot like Draco. Some people still say we look alike. Maybe it's because we both have Black blood?"

"Really?" he said. "But I don't think you look like Draco, my lady." He took her hand and kept rubbing it. Her hand was small, not as long as the knuckle at the top of his finger in his palm.She is small in everything, small, small hands, small feet, small face, small nose, small mouth, even if she becomes a cat, she is small.The only big thing on the whole body is the pair of eyes.

He said, "You're like me."

He kissed the back of her hand, and she didn't avoid it for the first time, he said, "You know what I think, you are the most like me."

You are most like me, he thought.As long as I have one you, it doesn't matter whether he looks like me or not. I don't need an heir who looks exactly like me.

I want one exactly as I thought.

Her green eyes looked at him without blinking, she always had such an expression that made people want to hug her.

How can she be so cute?

He couldn't help saying with a little smile, "Okay, miss, sit down," he said softly, "You've got everyone watching us." Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, they could see You can see their movements and know that they look very intimate.

He was very satisfied, and she showed her intimacy with him in public.

She chuckled softly.Sitting next to him, with his shoulders against his chest and his head resting on his shoulders, he could feel her body heat passing through the layers of clothing to him, he really wanted to hug her and pull her over like this He put his arms around her on his lap, wanted to call her little lion and heart, and then kept kneading her and kissing her.

She is rarely so obedient and obedient.He can't stand it.

He had to find a place to vent a little bit, he was a little too happy.

If she was always so obedient and obedient, he would give her whatever she wanted.

But there were too many people, and in front of so many people, he couldn't do such a shameful thing.

It's enough to whisper something in snake language, they can't understand, but the actions can't be hidden from people after all.

She told him, "I'm going out."

"Will you be back at noon?" he asked her.

She rested her chin on his arm and looked at him sideways, "No."

Their faces are very close together.

He could see the corners of her mouth slightly curled up as she spoke.

"What about the afternoon?"

"will not."

"And at night?"

"will not."

"Then when will you come back?" He finally couldn't help it.

"I won't come back." She looked at him with a smile.

"Miss," he said, "don't make fun of me, I won't keep you locked up at home."

"But I'm really not coming back," she said.

He thought she was joking, "Then I'll go find you."

She smiled and hugged him again, and kissed him on the cheek a few more times.

She had never kissed him so many times in a row, and he was so happy that he felt as if there was nothing better in the world.

"Don't come looking for me," she said, "You can't find me."

"Then remember to come back by yourself."

She stood at the door, leaning against it, smiling, "Don't come looking for me," she said, "If I disappear, just pretend you never saw me."

How is that possible?

"Then I'll go and catch you myself," he said angrily, "Miss, if you're disobedient," he looked at her with a smile that he didn't realize, "then I can only shut you down." You're locked up." He said complacently, "I've never been locked up, and neither have you, have I?"

She turned her head sideways, looked at him for a long time, and said in English, "I love you."

Subconsciously, he whispered, "I love you too."

But after that, he immediately realized what he said, and immediately put on a straight face and said loudly, "Don't expect to get away with such a small trick, words don't mean anything," he said, "You have to use actions to show you The determination to correct a mistake."

He tried to be serious, but his tone was still not as severe as he was to his subordinates, he said, "I'll wait for you for dinner, you can't be later than that."

And she laughed, opened the door and went out from the living room.

"Remember to come back early." He told her.

He didn't catch her answer.

He felt that he had never been so happy.

Those dozen or so kisses from her were enough to make him faint for a while.

His little lion, Littlefinger, his treasure.

She is so cute and deserves to be loved.

The girl walked through the secret passage of Hogwarts and appeared under the sculpture.

She came out just in time to see a boy, a junior with red hair, dressed like a Hufflepuff.She stopped the boy and smiled at him softly, "Can you tell Dumbledore for me that Vera Malfoy is at school?"

Looking at her pretty face, the boy suddenly blushed and said, "Okay."

She smiled, and strode forward, "Tell him that I need a room where no one can find out."

Her walking posture is very decisive and beautiful. The boy has seen her before, and he still has a deep impression on her.

She walked, but soon, Harry Potter appeared in her path.

Since the last time he saw her at school, he'd been checking the Marauder's Map subconsciously.

His lips trembled, "Vera."

"I'm sorry," she said, tilting her head. "Harry, are you feeling better?"

"It's been over a week," said Harry, "and I'm pretty much fine, but my head still hurts a little."

She approached him, and he subconsciously took two steps back, but he stopped again, letting her put her fingers on his forehead, and she gently stroked his scar, her fingers were dry As warm as ever.

She moved closer to him. "Thank you, Harry."

"For what?" he asked subconsciously.

"You've shown me what I am," she said. "Would you like to know more about it? You might come with me if you want."

As she spoke, she walked forward, and Harry subconsciously followed her.

The news of Vera Malfoy's appearance in the school soon spread throughout the school, both teachers and students suddenly surrounded the hallway, and Harry followed her, watching her smile and walk away from everyone. Walking in front of him, after a while, he saw Hermione, Ron, and even Draco.

Hermione yelled, "What are you doing! Harry?" She and Ron rushed forward.

Draco, on the other hand, looked at Vera, silent, without saying a word.

She met his eyes for a moment as she passed him and said, "You should stay here."

But he still chose to follow behind her like Harry.

She laughed it off and never looked back.

She walked forward for a while, and finally came to the Room of Requirement.

She stood there for a while, and finally saw a group of teachers coming towards her.

She looked sideways at the group of people, and finally said, "Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and..." The corners of her lips curled up, "Professor Malfoy." She said, "You can come in."

She lifted her foot and took one step into the Room of Requirement.

Harry and Draco looked at each other and squeezed in at the same time.

The room was the same as the one Harry had entered before, large and full of things.

After they stopped, Dumbledore, Snape, and finally Christie came in one after another behind them.

Vera walked forward for a while, suddenly levitated, and finally sat down on a high base of dozens of books.

She lowered her head, turned her face sideways, her long golden hair hung down, and her exposed eyes looked at the group of people below.

No one speaks.

After a while, she said, "What should I call you?"

Everyone followed her gaze and found that she was looking at Christie.

Christie showed a very lazy smile, "Isn't it okay to call me mom like you did before?"

"Is it like me and Regulus? Or is it like us and my mother? Or is it like us and my grandmother? Anyway," Vera picked a strand of her long hair, lazily and proudly , "I don't feel very good."

She let go of her long-haired fingers, put her hands on the book, leaned back slightly, and the tall book under her was shaking, but she didn't seem to be afraid at all, "There is no normal person Mothers would want to kill their children."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because..." She was shaking her legs. She was wearing tight black jeans under her robe. The narrow black pants and stiff black leather boots showed that her dangling calves were straight and long.

Now she seems to have a kind of heroism that is rare for ordinary girls, and a kind of lazy and arrogant temperament that is rarely revealed in her body.

"You've changed so much, my mother, when did you get her? At 15? At her mother's funeral? Or earlier?"