HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The night outside was dark and cold, but she was warm and white.

Her skin was smooth and taut, warm and elastic.

She leaned on his chest and let him reach out and touch her hair, her skin.

His fingers lingered on her bare back, she was youthful and beautiful, he felt as if he was stroking the finest silk, her black hair was winding on his chest, like a silver river shining in the night.

She is incredibly young.

"Anna," he whispered, "you know I'm very old..."

"Well," she replied lazily, "your son is only one year younger than me."

He felt even worse. "Anna," he said, "why me?"

"You don't like me?" She straightened up, with silky skin, dark black hair, and a childish face.

Under the dim light, her skin is so firm, youthful and beautiful.

It made him feel more and more old and his body was loose.

She was trembling when she was young enough for him to unbutton her, but he wanted her and he couldn't stop.

There were eighteen buttons in total, which happened to be her age, and he remembered every one of them.

There were twelve large brass buttons from chest to knee, some of which were cold, while others were as warm as her.He carefully put her skirt on her lap, and she knelt between his legs and looked at him, she was calmer than him, just ignorant, as if she didn't understand what he was doing but still believed him wholeheartedly won't hurt yourself.

There are mother-of-pearl buttons on the snow-white shirt, they are small and thin, with a pearl-colored streamer, carrying her body temperature and even her smell.

His fingers trembled, touching her body under the shirt from time to time, warm, soft, and fragrant, making him fall into a sad obsession with the body of a young girl, making people afraid of being rejected all the time Body.

He was on tenterhooks, always afraid that he would be rejected and pushed away.

And now she was in his arms.

The light in the room was dim, he wanted to look at her, but he didn't want her to see his oldness, he cared about that.

He said, "I am very old. Anna, why do you like me?"

She chuckled, "Tell me," she circled her fingers on his chest, "tell me what you won't do for me, tell me what you won't give me."

No, no, nothing, he will give her whatever she wants, his life is hers, and she can do whatever she wants him to do.

He said, "Everything is given to you, and everything is done for you."

She smiled and kissed his chin, "Well, I like you."

"But I'm over 40, one year older than your father," he was confused, but he had to ask, he didn't feel safe. "Plenty of boys would do that for you too, wouldn't they?"

"Maybe," she said, "but you're about the same age as my dad. You're special because you're old. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I like you?"

He couldn't help pointing at her, "Don't play this with me..."

He is in his 40s, and what he couldn't see when he was a teenager should be seen now.

She lay comfortably on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "When I was a child," she said, "you know I was only two years younger than Rebecca. Unlike Victoria, who was the youngest, Rebecca was almost born when she was born. Not so much at home anymore, and Rebecca loves her, so Dad loves her too. But I almost grew up with Rebecca, and Dad loves her so much that he doesn't give me any affection at all. " She took his hand and put it on her chest, "You love me."

Victoria still holds out her hand for Daddy to hug her.Dad will hug her too.

Just like Dad would hug Rebecca.

She is obviously two years younger than Rebecca, but Dad has always only hugged Rebecca, as long as Rebecca is around, he has no other children in his eyes.

She whispered, "Love me like Daddy loved Rebecca."

Willing to do anything for her, give her everything, and always stand by her side no matter what she does.

He felt that he had done a heinous thing, how could Regulus give her the same love as he gave?

He said, "That's different..."

"I don't care," she whispered, "you love me, I like you to love me, no one else loves me like this except you."

She lay quietly in his arms, just like before, with a calm mind, convinced that he would not do anything bad to her.

She whispered, "Dad likes Rebecca because she has a personality like her, but I look like her the most. Why can't Dad love me like Rebecca?" She raised her eyes, "Do you love me because I look like her?"

"No," he whispered, "Anna," he kissed her on the cheek, "I'm afraid you don't love me, no, I'm not afraid you don't love me," he said frantically, "I'm afraid you don't want me ..."

As long as he has a little use for her, as long as she feels that he is not something that can be thrown away casually.

"Really?" She stretched out two bare arms from under the quilt to wrap around his shoulders, "Really?"

It doesn't matter whether she loves him or not, she's fine here.

"I'm so old," he said, "but you're young..."

"Then in order to keep me," she hugged him childishly, "what are you going to do for me?"

He will do whatever it takes to please her, just like just now, as long as she is willing to stay here, he is willing to do anything.

As long as she stepped on his shoulders and hugged his neck like just now—he tried so hard to please her, which made her voice broken and soft, and she wanted him to go in...

Her tone and voice alone are charming enough.

He pleases her, does everything to please her, and he loves watching her lose her mind because of him.

That was the only time he could be sure he meant something to her.

He is willing to give anything as long as she is willing to let him touch her.

However, even in the joy just now, he couldn't help but keep confirming whether she was like him, he hoped that he had done his best, he hoped that she would not feel repulsed by it, he hoped that she felt that she was similar to those young guys The same is impossible, he knows he is old, he knows that he is not worthy of her, he was not worthy of Vera when he was a teenager.

But so what?She'd let him touch her, he'd even gotten a chance that probably wouldn't have a second chance... this would sustain him for the rest of his life, he could live his life on this one night, she wanted to do anything It will be all right……

Because she doesn't need to do this step, he understands this, he also has a pathetic obsession with her, he even thinks that with the passage of time, his inferiority complex has grown wildly, and he is now more humble than himself back then.

At least he was young then, and now he is not even young anymore.

As long as she is willing to let him touch her fingertips, he will be satisfied...

He doesn't want sanity, he doesn't want dignity, he just wants her.

"Anything," he said, "Anna, anything you want."

"And where do I go out to find Scorpius from here?" she asked him.

He frowned in pain, "I don't know anything, I haven't heard anything..."

"Ha." She laughed and kissed him on the face, "I won't go." She said, "If you love me so much, then I will love you too."

She reached out and hugged him, "If you only love me, then I only want you alone."

Her hand slid down his lower abdomen, but her smooth upper body struggled upwards, grabbing his earlobe in one bite, gently holding it with her teeth, and rolling it with the tip of her tongue, he hugged her tremblingly, "It doesn't hurt." Is it?" He asked in a low voice, "Aren't you in pain?"

Women in their family are afraid of pain, and he will never forget this.

He was careful, he kissed her skin all over, wanting to give up countless times, until she couldn't help but hugged him and pressed him in.

She screamed in his arms in pain, but still wouldn't let him go out.She twisted his arms hard, trembling, not letting him go.

He kissed her forehead subconsciously, "Anna," he called her name in a low voice, not knowing what he wanted to say, so he just called her repeatedly, "Anna (Anna)."

That was all he could do to appease her.

"Call me Ann," she said, "I like it when people call me that. You can call me that too."

She is very American in this respect, a name that is already very simple must be pronounced even simpler by her, but...

"Ann." He called her in a low voice, "Ann."

There was once a girl who wished, and only wished, to be called V by someone.

"Is it only me who can call you that?" He couldn't help but realize that it was almost his own possessiveness emerging, but she laughed, "It's just you and my mom, and Rebecca and Victoria."

"Even my father only calls me Anna," she kissed his chin, "so you are the only man, are you satisfied?"

His ears were red with embarrassment.

When she kissed the small piece of skin behind his ear, she had noticed it a long time ago, and he trembled when she kissed his ear.He was trembling in her arms so cutely - he seemed smaller than her for no reason.

She said, "You are uneasy."

She has a natural sensitivity for reading people's emotions.

She gently kissed his earlobe, "You know I promised you," every word of her made him swell, she said, "I promised you, when I grow up, I will be you of."

"You've been waiting for me for three years and I promised you that I'm yours now," she whispered. "You can do anything to me. You deserve it."

And she could see that she knew he liked it.

He wrapped her tightly in his arms with the quilt, and he whispered, "You are still young," he said, "let me hug you," he said, "I just want to hug you."

He just wanted to hold her, he just wanted to make sure she was here, in his arms.

She was, only a year older than Scorpius.

But here she was, his, she had said.

He is not in a hurry, not afraid, she is his, he knows it.

Lucius is getting older, sleeping less and less, and has more and more time than he knows what to do with.

The son is already that big, and the grandson is also an adult this year, and the chores in the family are becoming less and less, and they are less and less under his control.

He is also an old man who is almost 70 years old now, and he doesn't expect to play a world of pure blood again.

Now it is a foregone conclusion that the mixed blood is in power, but his family is rich, even if the mixed blood is really worth more than the pure blood, it will not affect him.What's more, he is so old.

He would go to see the rose bush every morning and stay there from five o'clock until breakfast.He has plenty of time, and he can spend all his time on a few flowers.

Today he was pruning them among the rosebushes when he heard a strange cry from the obnoxious young lady.

He hurriedly stood up and found that she was meowing and slapping a gray cat that was much smaller than her to death. He couldn't help but smile, she was also five or six years old. It's rare to be so lively.

At the same time, I feel sorry for the gray cat.

Poor little thing, the annoying young ladies have always been pampered and domineering, and never saw any furry creatures in the house except themselves. Pull all the peacocks into chickens that go straight into the oven.

He had to send the white peacock away.

Later, the annoying lady changed from generation to generation.

However, he never bought a new peacock after all.

It is enough to have a distasteful lady in the family.They have always been energetic and jealous.

The first Miss Annoying took a long time to come to terms with Scorpius' existence - but only tolerating people looking at him.Before that, as long as people turned around him, she would lose her temper and ignore people; the second one didn't want to talk to him at all, ignoring Scorpius all day long, even if Scorpius was very persistent and wanted to play with her. He didn't even look at him, and even scratched him because he thought he was annoying; even this one was only willing to let him feed, feed and brush his hair occasionally.

He still remembers the first time this one ate from Scorpius' hands, Scorpius ran all the way from the corridor to the study, screaming, "Grandpa, Grandpa! Miss Disgusting ate the salmon I fed her!! !"

Lucius thinks it's because as Scorpius grows up, he can't accept being held in his arms, and the annoying ladies just happen to think that no creature in the family should be held except themselves. people in their arms.

But that gray cat seemed to be much younger than her, and seemed to have a good temper. It hadn't fought much, so it was always beaten on the ground by the annoying lady.

However, it was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to watch the annoying lady continue to bully it.

He thought about where it might have slipped over to play, but accidentally bumped into Miss Pleasant, who was extremely territorial, and she wasn't strong enough. If he didn't go there, Ms. Pleasant might bully it to death.

As he got older, he inexplicably softened his heart. Even if he usually likes to be hated by others, the young lady loves him to death, but now he can't bear to look at other cats.What's more, that kitten is also very beautiful, maybe it is someone else's sweetheart.

So he was about to go over and separate them, but just by mistake, the gray cat turned into a black-haired girl.

The annoying lady has never seen this kind of posture before, and before she had time to escape, the girl grabbed the back of her neck, slapped her left and right, and screamed, but she never It was an arrogant and strong cat, and finally scratched the back of the girl's hand and broke free, then saw him, ran towards him as if fleeing, and crawled into his arms along the robe.

Holding the cat in his arms, he stared at the girl who was turning her head and was stunned.

Her face was livid, obviously hurt and angry, but she...

For a split second he didn't even know what to call her.

Instead, the girl suddenly smiled sweetly, "Good morning, Mr. Malfoy."

The back of her hand was oozing blood, she walked over aggrieved, and compared her hand to him, the hair of the white cat in his arms stood on end, thinking that he would avenge her, but he just stared blankly looking at the girl.

The white cat was so wronged that it broke free from his embrace and ran away again.

But he didn't move, just listening to her say, "She hit me, she always hit me, every time she sees me, she hits me once, she is older than me, I can't beat her at all," she was very wronged, "She hit me Hit me so many times, I just hit her this once..."

He didn't hear the words clearly, he just thought, "So the Dark Lord is dead after all."

She's just, a year older than Scorpius...

The Dark Lord is really dead.

If the Dark Lord is still alive...

Draco has long been used to feed snakes.