HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

midnight.

She came out of the wine cellar, wearing thin pajamas, holding a bottle of pale pink wine in her arms, and wrapped in an ankle-length white robe of unknown material, which was very warm.

So it became the best choice for her to get out of her warm room and walk through the cold garden to the house.

Malfoy Manor is still brightly lit, this is because the Dark Lord hardly sleeps, he has his own room, but still occupies the living room, and he can always work through the night, because he can only rely on the sofa for a while to get energy for the sake.

There were many people patrolling outside, but no one dared to stop her for questioning.

Wrapped in a robe, she originally wanted to go back to her room, but she suddenly gave up when she was about to go out. She closed her eyes and touched the wall. The darkness swept over, and all the gorgeous things in front of her eyes disappeared.

but.

"There are many portraits of ancestors on the wall."

She was thinking silently in her heart, and she lowered her finger a little, and narrowly brushed the frame of the portrait. It would be very troublesome to wake them up.

Go five steps to the left and you will be at the far left of the stairs.

She fumbled for the cool wooden handle of the stairs.

Go up three floors.

One floor, two floors, three floors, here we go.

There is a narrow aisle staircase over there, you have to bend down to go in or you will knock your head.

The house elves used this aisle more often, because it was lower and narrower, but it was closer. At No. 13, she subconsciously raised her feet a little, because this step was slightly higher than the other steps.

It exists to allow the intruder to make a somersault and make a little noise.

Alright, here we are, turn right.

The wallpaper was rough across her fingertips, probably here, she raised her hand up, and the place where her fingertips touched was uneven, which was the crest of the Malfoy family.

There is a small depression here, if you cut the wallpaper in that place, you can find the black magic item hidden inside that can temporarily freeze your opponent.

Her finger continued to swipe across the wall, and when there was an empty space, she tentatively poked her finger in, it was a door, this room was...

She said clearly in her heart that it was a utility room and no one lived there.

Her fingers continued to walk along the wall, and further on, there was a dark room, even in summer, it was always gloomy.There are several vampires inside, although they are packed in coffins.But she knows what's in it.

After walking forward for a while, her hands began to move to her front.

In just a few seconds, she touched a door, which was also the destination of her trip.

She opened her eyes and looked at the gorgeous and familiar pure black door inlaid with the sterling silver family crest in front of her. The door handle was the same as what she saw in the Black family today, it was a curved snake, but the shape was different. Not quite the same.

The snake was opening its mouth wide, and out of its mouth was a round silver handle that spit out.

She hesitated for a while, then reached out her hand.

Draco hadn't slept yet, he had just taken a shower, was wearing pajamas at this time, walking up and down in his room, not knowing what to think.

The girl opened the door and looked at him.

After a while, he swallowed, "Why are you here?"

"Is this your room?" she asked him back.

"You have been here, Vera." He couldn't believe it. "What are you doing here?"

She walked in, "Yes, I've been here, but it's different," she shook her head, "Last time, I came in through the window."

She looked at the room, silver and green, and furniture inlaid with gold and gems.

It's here, it's not here.

She explained, "I have gone out of this door, but I have not come in through this door."

Her face looked a little bloody.But the color made her seem more real.

Her ankle-length fur cloak is very warm, and is a white, shaggy, soft fur.She thought it looked like wool at first, but the feel at the back told her it wasn't.

Draco knew it was unicorn fur.The fur of the unicorn, which has become a rare and protected animal.

The cloak was probably older than both of them combined.

Whenever Draco saw her wearing this white fur cloak, he couldn't help thinking that she was an Animagus, a cat with fluffy white fur.

He wanted to hug her so badly.

just hug.

A hug will do.

He has infinite fear in his heart, but if he can have a hug...

is it here?

No, not here.

not like this.

It was too hot in the house, and the robe was too warm.

Her head is a little dizzy.

She wants to go out and have a blast.

"Good night."

"Vera." He stopped her.

She turned her head and looked at him with unblinking green eyes.

He suddenly didn't know what he wanted to say.

However, she walked over step by step and looked at him.

He retreated subconsciously, step by step.

Until his calf touched the bed.

He subconsciously sat on the bed.

But he hadn't recovered yet, the world was spinning for a while, and his heartbeat was so violent that it made him uncomfortable.

He half fell on his big soft bed, and the girl held him down.

She and I are in the same bed that I have slept in for more than ten years... Draco suddenly thought of this sentence.

He couldn't tell what he was looking forward to, but he subconsciously felt that this scene was what he was looking forward to.

She pushed him down, pressed him on the bed, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Draco... what do you want to do?" she asked him softly. "Do you want me to stay here?"

He felt dizzy in his head and barely knew what was going on.

He didn't dare to move or speak, just looked at her.

"Draco, you don't know how dangerous I am, do you?"

He didn't speak, just looked at her, her hands were on his shoulders, her knees were clamped around his waist through the clothes, the same blond hair poured from his chest, almost inches in front of his face place floating.

He was firmly pressed on the bed by her.

His bed was very soft, and the combined weight of the two of them caused him to sink deeply into it.

She freed up one hand, and slid her fingertips down from his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, her nails scraped his lips slightly, he subconsciously raised his head, and her fingertips followed his Adam's apple all the way down , and finally stopped at the depression in the middle of his collarbone.

What a strange existence the human body is, you are always symmetrical, symmetrical eyes, symmetrical nose, symmetrical mouth.

Draw a line down the middle of your body and you can become almost identical halves.

Shall he be turned into two halves?

Her fingers continued to go down and stopped when they reached the chest, and she pressed her palms against his chest.

His heart was beating, and it was beating very fast, very fast, and very powerful.

Every blow hit her palm.

This, however, displeased her.

Why does he have a beating heart?

The quilt almost covered his whole body.

His heartbeat has never been as violent as it is now.

Then she withdrew her hand and pressed his shoulder again.As if afraid of him running away.

But no matter what she did to him, he felt that he had no way to resist.

"Draco, I'm beautiful. The women in my family are all beautiful. Most of them have a kind of allure, purely sexual. However, from the experience of the women in my family, I will not love me. The father of the child, he will be tortured, I will not love my husband, I will hate him, and he will die in the end."

She lowered her head, almost whispering.

Golden hair covered his face like a veil.He was a little short of breath, but the only air was full of her smell.He couldn't escape and didn't want to escape.

Her smell enveloped him.

Peppermint shampoo.

And her own taste, milk with a fruity smell.

There is also a strangely sweet fragrance.

She smells delicious.

He wanted to put his arms around her waist, but she pressed his shoulders so that he couldn't lift his hands.

What's more, she just waved his hand away this afternoon...

"Draco, do you want to be my child's father, or do you want to be my husband?"

He was imprisoned by her, at a loss.

"Can't..." he whispered, "Can't you choose both?"

"You're too greedy," she laughed suddenly, "Draco, do you know what intersection and union are?"

He obviously didn't know.

She sat up, released her hands from his shoulders, and lightly clasped them around his neck, her fingers were so hot that Draco felt that she was almost leaving a mark on him.

He didn't know what she was going to do, he just subconsciously felt that anything was fine.

She exerted a little force between her fingers, and his brain was a little dizzy and a little lack of oxygen, but he still didn't struggle.

"The intersection belongs to A and belongs to B, and the union is the addition of A and B." She said softly, "What my husband and the father of my child have in common is that I don't love them, and my not loving them is their intersection. I don't love any of them," she went on, "and if you want to be my husband and the father of my children..."

She lowered her head and said curse-like words, "You will get a union, that is, what happened to them will happen to you, I will not love you but hate you, you will be tortured and die a violent death."

"Why..." he murmured, "Why did this happen?"

"The curse given to us by a man who was so jealous..." She answered him in a low voice. "Because we are doomed to be unfaithful."

"Would you do this to me?" she whispered. "If you couldn't have me, would you allow others to do that?"

Her hands became tighter and tighter.His breathing was getting harder and harder.

This question is not easy to answer.

How can you easily give up something if you want it anyway?

But if he got her and she wasn't happy, did he really count her?

He likes the way she smiles like a little fox, and also likes how arrogant she is like a cat.

He likes her like that, he doesn't like her unhappy.

Her appearance this afternoon almost didn't scare him crazy, she almost collapsed in front of her, just because...

His mind was getting dizzy.But he still didn't struggle.

She lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"I," he said, "I'm not afraid..."

He was breathing harder and harder.My eyes began to darken.

"Many people think you're more like my brother than Regulus," she whispered. "Why? Do we look alike?"

That's because they have brain problems!He thought drowsily.

But her mother is his father's sister, and her father is his mother's cousin, and their blood is indeed very similar.

Their blood relationship is really close...

They have the same hair...

Her fingers finally loosened from his neck.

Fresh air finally poured into his lungs in large quantities.

She held his face in her hands and studied him carefully for a while.

"But you don't look like Regulus," she said softly, "so it's because I don't look like him?"

He didn't have to look like Regulus, Draco thought hard, he wasn't her brother, he didn't have to look like them.

So he said, "It's...it's not important..."

He was so weak that he couldn't speak aloud at all, and she had hurt his larynx after all.

She let go of him and got up from the bed, "Draco, you really don't know what the point is."

She had just nearly killed him and he hadn't even realized it.

She walked to the door, "Draco, you really need to think about what I said to you, I've made it very clear. It's very clear."

At this moment, the other party sat up from the bed and looked at her from behind the green and silver curtains.

He couldn't think of anything because of the lack of oxygen, and he looked out of his mind because of the lethargy.

Confused like a little rabbit who doesn't know anything.

He looked like a courtyard after being swept by a strong wind.

His hair was messed up, his clothes were wrinkled by her, he was still dazed, and there was still a red mark on his neck that she had left just now.

He didn't know that he had just had a brush with death.

Suddenly she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Turning around, he saw Lucius.

I don't know how much he saw.

She blinked at him.

The other party sighed and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

"what?"