HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When he was playing with her, he would pick her up by the nape of her neck with his teeth. She didn't like it very much, but he really thought it was funny, because she was much smaller than him in terms of size. .

She was the size of a toy, and when he picked her up she was completely suspended, swaying under his teeth as he walked.

He knew that he should grab the nape of her neck from behind, because in this way, not only would she not feel pain, but she would not even be able to swing her claws on him.She can only be honestly carried around by him like a real dog treats his toy. The big fluffy tail can be used to hit him, but it is too much effort for her and it does not have any effect at all. attack power.

This trick works best when she's angry and won't go home.Every time she turns into a cat and wants to hide herself, he turns into a dog and smells her and finds her, holds her down with his paws, licks her even though he knows she doesn't like it, and then takes her home ostentatiously .

This method is much simpler and faster than persuading a humanoid her to go back.

They can't change around people, it will be troublesome to be seen.

Mom had warned them.

So he will deliberately pick places with a lot of people to go.

In this way, she can only be a cat obediently.

Their Animagus are very beautiful cats and dogs, especially because he is so big that it is impossible not to care.

She hung her head in frustration, making it look more like he was gleefully clutching his prize.

Or sometimes she is not only angry, but also feels aggrieved, and will make a whimpering sound in her throat.

So a lot of times people are like, "Hey! Let go of that poor little guy!"

In this case, he would lie on the ground and let her go, and wait for her to climb on his back and let her stand there.

She likes to stand on a higher ground, and she likes to be able to master others instead of being mastered by others.

So she stepped on his back with her four paws, slowly relaxed, and began to walk back and forth on his back, and finally found a satisfactory place to sit down.

He would carry her home like this.

He'd be careful not to let her fall, and then a bunch of people thought they were an unbelievably cute duo.

Slowly, someone would say, "Hey, it's that big dog! Their cat always refuses to come home, and it came looking for the cat again."

They are the most perfect and cutest couple in everyone's eyes, whether it's cat and dog or brother and sister.

After they got home, she would continue to be angry. Before entering the door, he carefully took her in through the dog door, but after he let go of her mouth, she ran away.She had already run away when he entered.

She jumps around and ignores him at home, she has the advantage at home, she is small and he is big, she is flexible and he is clumsy.

But at home, there are no restrictions. She jumped on the cabinet and squatted, and he turned into a human and hugged her off. He said, "Okay." He touched her ears and the back of her neck, and gently scratched her lips. Chin, and she apologized in detail, her back was straightened and her back was facing him and slowly began to soften, she refused to look at him but would lie in his arms.

Cats always like people like this.

When you become an animal, you are sometimes driven by animal instincts that you cannot help.

Cats love being petted on the ears and the back of the neck, and will purr subconsciously when you tickle her.

Dogs will subconsciously want to chase something, and she is very suitable. Dogs don't know why they always like to chase cats.

When he played with her in animal form, he always subconsciously wanted to press her and lick her whole.

And he did.

He chased after her, and when he finally caught up with her, he held her down with two paws, and then licked her head and face.

Every time she gets angry, but he just can't control the thought of licking her, the only thing he can do is try not to lick her belly, because she is absolutely forbidden to be licked by anyone when she is a cat Way to touch belly.

It was difficult for him to resist the deep animal instinct after becoming an Animagus, but she was different, she always knew what she was and what she wanted.

He would always involuntarily press her on the ground and lick her. She is a clean freak, she would not even drink water from someone else's cup, let alone be covered with saliva by him.

So even if all cats love to lick themselves and hate bathing, she will never let her tongue touch her hair. She can turn her head and vomit if she accidentally curls a cat hair into her mouth.

So she'll turn back into a human at first and yell at him, "Don't you think it's disgusting???!!!"

She screamed, "You're a human! And you're licking a cat!"

She frantically ran to take a bath, "You can't lick me like a lollipop!!! Is cat hair delicious???"

Later, when they grew up a bit, he was able to restrain himself from licking her occasionally, and she could bear him.

It's a compromise on both sides.

As he grew older, he began to use his Animagus form less frequently than when he was a child.

He always licks her unconsciously when he becomes a dog, and he is often fascinated by the licking. If she doesn't resist, he feels that he can keep licking her, although he will always restrain himself.

And she also gradually became gentle from the initial rage, and she could pretend that nothing happened when he occasionally licked her.

Time is really important, as long as there is time, any incredible things will be taken for granted in the end.

But his behavior still made him feel that something was wrong, although she didn't expect it.

She didn't know why he wanted to lick her, she thought it was just him teasing her.

She didn't know how sensitive his five senses were after turning into a dog. His sense of smell and hearing were enhanced. He could hear very subtle sounds, and her smell was even more distinct.

When she turned into a cat, she smelled the same as when she was a human, and he couldn't describe what was in common in the subtleties.But it was different. After becoming a cat, her smell was really very different, which made him feel uncomfortable, and made him subconsciously think that it would be better to cover her with his own smell.

They grew up and got bigger and her smile always drove the boys crazy.

She pouted, "I don't like them approaching you."

He smiled, "Okay, don't worry, it won't."

She happily took his arm, and leaned her head up, but when he turned his head to look, she saw her white fingers sinking into his flesh with a slight force.

Her fingers are getting more and more beautiful and make you want to kiss more and more-from the fingertips to the wrists, from the fingertips to the fingertips.Gradually, even though he was still human, he had the desire to bite her fingers gently.

Looking outside, Margaret was watching them.

Ryder and Justin were there too.

He looked at them, smiled, and let her go on, "Shall we go get some ice cream?"

"Ah."

"Give me the cherry," she said, "I want that cherry."

What the hell is so good about that canned cherry on ice cream?

She was craving ice cream when her first decayed tooth came in, but it was so cold that she had a toothache.

He bought a whole can of canned cherries on purpose to feed her, but she chewed and spat it out.

She never liked fresh fruit only.

"Why don't you eat this? It's obviously the same." He asked her. "Is it because your tooth hurts and you don't want to eat?"

"It's not the same." She leaned her head back on the pillow sickly because of the toothache, "it's not the same."

What's the difference?He didn't know, but she liked it, and so did Victoria.

And Rebecca said, "Because there's only one cherry in an ice cream, Dad, that's unique."

As she spoke, she fed her own to Victoria, who said, "I like you the most, Rebecca."

Almost exactly the same thing she would say, except she would say, "I like you the most, Re."

And Rebecca said, "You know who my favorite is, V." She smiled, "I only have one cherry."

On a summer afternoon, the sun was shining brightly outside, and she was leaning on the sofa and fell asleep. When he passed by, he accidentally saw that the emerald shirt had one more button undone than usual, and a sapphire blue shoulder strap There is a slight shadow on the shoulder.

They were very young, 13 or 14?

Anyway, she hasn't even had time to accumulate enough fat, and she's skinny, very skinny.

The collarbone is deep, and at the joint of the two collarbones there is a depression just big enough to fit a finger.

Her favorite emerald was just under that depression, shining brightly and dimly.

Although he was standing so far away from her, he could smell the milk-like aroma from her milky white skin.

He looked at her, almost desperately finding his mouth dry and wanting to lick her.

He dared not sleep with her again.At least not in human form.

When she just woke up in the morning, she would turn around, hug him from behind, and call him in a drawn-out voice, "Re..."

The voice is sweet and soft, like a newborn kitten, her arms brushed against his ribs, she hugged him, her whole body stuck to his back, and continued to call him, "Re..."

She would keep screaming until he turned his head and hugged her as well, kissing her on the forehead.

She would happily put her head on his shoulder and laugh, then say, "We should get up, what's for breakfast this morning?"

She had that tone until she was fully awake, and suddenly he couldn't hear it anymore.

A dog's instinct is to lick everything it likes, to imbue them with its own taste, and to put its own mark on them.

Claim sovereignty?That is almost the instinct of all male creatures.

So that people know that it is their own and cannot be easily coveted.

He shouldn't have done that, so he refrained.

She was still close to him, hugging and kissing.

That would have been very good.

That could have lasted a lifetime.

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

he can not.

where is that cat

His teeth still seemed to hold her.

Broken memories were flying in his mind, and he was a little unclear what he was doing.

Reality and memory alternate.

Dreams and reality are confused.

He jumped on her happily, pressed her with two paws to prevent her from running around, and then found a chance to grab her by the nape of her neck, thinking, finally caught her, and then just go home Touching her chin will solve it.

All he had to do was hold her and touch her from head to tip of tail.

If she is still angry, he admits his mistake.

She has always wanted him to admit his mistakes.

In any case, he just admitted his mistake.

He would promise anything she wanted.

Then she won't be angry.

As long as I can hold her in my arms...

He was groping on the hospital bed, he was still in a dream, and he hadn't recovered yet.

V, I was wrong, don't be angry with me, can you come out?

He thought about it, but he didn't know that he had already said it in a crying voice.

And Dumbledore's spell had struck him again.

"She's right, you can't think of her." The old man put his fingers in front of his eyes. "You almost kill yourself every time."

"She is dead, Regulus," said Dumbledore softly. "You think of her all the time, but she wants you to live."

Consciousness blurred, the scream was suppressed in the throat, and the pain surged.

You killed her yourself.

Dumbledore whispered, "Reculus, she gave her life for yours, you can't do that to her."

The glimmer of memory that was finally revealed was sealed again.

But now no one can cover them up again.

She died, he killed her with his own hands.

He couldn't coax her to stop being angry.

He couldn't bring her home.

She's not here anymore.

He won't kill himself.He promised her.

He can't do that to her.

He sat for a while, finally stood up from the lake, walked towards Harry and Draco, "Come on," he said, "I'm going to wake up, if you're still here when I wake up, Any of us would be in danger."

His dream began to crack at this moment, the white mist receded, and the lake disappeared.

Everyone came out of their dreams, and Harry couldn't help asking him, "What did you want to be called Victoria?"

Regulus was lying on the bed, his eyes closed tiredly, and he put his palms on his eyes with difficulty. He whispered, "Victoria." (Victoria)

He said, "Victory is everything." (Victory is everything)