HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"What you hide in your robe, Vera," the man approached her. "You're only 14 years old, you shouldn't need to drink to sleep."

She had no choice but to take out the bottle of wine from her arms and give it to him.

She has drunk half of it.

She definitely can't do it again, she doesn't even use a cup.

he thought.

How can you drink straight from the bottle?

"Pink Leprechaun. Pretty to look at, very sweet to drink, almost no booze, a whole bottle to keep you from getting drunk. But it's still wine."

"Especially..." He stared at her, "Vera, the women in your family can't drink alcohol."

Regardless of whether it is Madam or Christie, after two glasses of brandy, they will start to be in a trance. Although they behave as usual, their minds have already begun to become unclear.

Alcohol is fatal to mermaids, it will cause their brains to lose consciousness due to lack of water, even if they also have the blood of elves, even if the elves are truly massive.

Their drinking capacity is false, their brains have long since gone on strike, but their bodies behave as usual.

He has always been very cautious about giving Christie alcohol. Although his little sister drank more and turned paler, she looked quite normal after two bottles of brandy.

She doesn't start to bleed until she's really overdosed, but usually by the second drink she doesn't know what she's doing.

Not to mention she is so small.

Lucius sighed, "I thought you might like it, I asked them to pour you some for an aperitif, which hadn't been drunk in a long time. But I remember I asked them to put it in the back of the shelf, you How did you find it?"

"I think it's delicious," she whispered.And there are several bottles over there.

"The goblins use a rare pink grape and some other herbs to make wine with magic." Lucius waved his wand and put away the bottle, "Now the goblins are getting more and more The more irritable they are, they hardly make wine anymore." That was probably the last few bottles of the entire wizarding world.

"Can't you sleep, Vera?" he asked her in the tone of a child.

"I'm always dreaming." She looked at him in confusion.

"Don't like those dreams?" he asked her.

"It's weird," she shook her head. "Sometimes I can't tell if I'm awake or not."

"Your mother always dreamed when she was a child. When did you start sleeping alone?" He stretched out his hand to her, "Come on, let me take you back to your room. It's late, you shouldn't be wandering around the house."

Especially not running into a young boy's room late at night, especially if he still likes her.

Then he told his son, "Draco, you should go to bed."

He even thought his son might need another bath before bed.

He had no doubt that Draco liked her, it was so good to see.

Her hands were hot, but also soft.

Suspecting that she had a fever, he tried it on her forehead for a while.

"I don't remember, I can almost sleep alone since I can remember," she thought for a while, "Her room is next to mine and Regulus's, my mother always told me that, but I was alone can fall asleep."

"You have a fever," he said softly. "You're sick. Let me get you some medicine. You'll go back to sleep after drinking the medicine, okay?"

Her drowsy mind finally had a reason, and she leaned towards him subconsciously.

"You're always wearing too little," he said. "I know wearing too much clothes can make you feel uncomfortable, but you're always running outside, and it's cold outside."

He also knew that her skin was delicate, and she probably wouldn't have been able to wear materials other than silk close to her body when she was so big.The skin of the women in their family is like that, so delicate that if you hold her wrist a little harder for a short while, a red mark will appear.

He sometimes looked at her in jeans and thought, if it wasn't for one of Christie's enchanted old clothes, she might never even touch the material.

The first time Christie wore jeans she took them off for a dress after only three hours of wearing them - her legs were covered in rub marks, she said she looked like she wore hedgehog skin inside out same body.

There was a time when it was so popular among young girls to wear a big sweater without a shirt - there was a time when almost all young girls wore that.

But Christie never, the thought of letting the wool touch the skin directly made her feel itchy and red.She never even used the scarf because it made her feel so uncomfortable.

His only little sister is so delicate and delicate, most of the close-fitting clothes are silk, rarely cotton, and nothing else.

This child is completely like a woman in their family in this regard.

Fortunately, Christie's stuff is always there.

His heart softened again, and he supported her, "When your mother was a child, she would come from her room to mine when she had nightmares." He said softly, "At that time she was not as tall as a doorknob, But Madame...that is, your grandmother, felt that she was old enough to sleep alone, so we had no choice but to hide it from Madam and let her sleep on my bed."

"I dreamed," the girl said suddenly, "I dreamed that I was very small, very scared, crying all the time, running around the house while crying, I didn't know where I should go, but I seemed to know that I should go Where," she murmured, "I'm just scared..."

"You are only 14 years old." Lucius stroked her long hair, "You should be afraid, and I am too."

She knew it was the Dark Lord he was afraid of.

"No," she said, "I always feel like I've been in this house, I always feel like I'm supposed to go there when I'm scared, I remember it all, I remember how I got to go, I remember what I had to open Such a door, but..."

She paused for a while.

"It's not like that," she said to herself, "There should be a trustworthy person on the other side of the door. I always feel that Draco should not be on the other side of the door..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but hugged the other's hand in her arms, and put her face on his shoulder.

The other party listened in silence for a while, then gently pulled his arm out of her embrace, gently embraced her under her confused eyes, and pressed her head against his chest.

She felt that the sound of the other party's heartbeat was very familiar.

However, she suddenly understood.

Pure-blood families are very concerned about the eldest son, the eldest son and the second son's room must be different, just like Sirius' room will be larger than his brother Regulus' room, and even if he ran away from home, the mother would put His name was burned from the family tree, but the room remained for him.

Because he is the eldest son.

"That's your room," she whispered. "It's your room."

"Yes," he said, "the firstborns of the Malfoy family lived there until they were married."

"He lives there now, but you were the one who lived there before," she said.

"Yes, it's as if you are living in your mother's room now." He let go of his hand, "Follow me, I'll take you back, I know you can't sleep, but it's too dangerous in this house now." He whispered, "It's so late, you should stay in your room."

"What's more, you are sick." He supported her, and carefully led her to the room where the potion was stored at home.

"Put on extra clothes when you go out in the future," he said, "or use a heat charm."

Fever-reducing potions are one of the essential potions for families.

Especially when the child is young.

The medicine is very bitter. According to her age, she should drink three and a half spoonfuls. He measured the portion with a spoon and fed it to her one spoonful at a time. I don’t know if it was because of the fever or because of the nightmare. At this time, she seemed very obedient. He drank it down without frowning.

Very well behaved.

Draco was still terrified of taking bitter medicine at his age.

But she is very good, so good that people feel distressed.

He wanted to kiss her cheek, but held back.

Her current age is very delicate, between a child and an adult, it is very difficult to give an exact definition.

He tends to treat her as an adult at the point of intimacy.

He usually thinks he's pampering Draco already, but this kid's cuteness makes you want to give her more.

She can make anyone feel protective.

"You'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning. I'll ask the house elf to prepare some light things for you. Don't read too much these days and don't make yourself too tired, okay?"

She woke up a little bit, recovered from the abnormal fear in the dream, and she relaxed a little, "What kind of person is my mother?"

"Your mother..." He thought for a while, "I always smiled when I was very young. I have never seen a baby who laughed more than her, but when she was two or three years old, she began to laugh constantly. I have nightmares, I always feel that it is because Madam let her sleep alone too early, Madam did not accompany her when she was two years old, although house elves will guard her, but children should stay with their parents after all Only then will you feel safe." He said, "Vera, you shouldn't have come here..."

"When did Draco start sleeping by himself?" she asked.

"Draco," he couldn't help smiling, his only son who was the most beloved, "when he was eight years old, almost nine years old, I thought he was going to school soon, I had to let him learn to sleep alone, he always I can't be afraid of sleeping alone in school..."

They reached the gate of the house, and he cast a warming spell on the girl.

He is a very doting father.

"His mother loves him too." The girl said, "Sometimes I wonder why my mother doesn't love me..."

"It's not that your mother doesn't love you," her uncle said, "she's just confused, she's too young to be a mother, she's only 35 years old, Vera, she's pregnant since she was 20, but she's 20 years old At that time," he suddenly smiled sadly, "she was only a child that year."

"I'm about six years older than her, she was 20, and I was 26, when Draco was born, and that was the first time I became a father, and the only time so far, I put all my heart and soul on him In my body, I have never felt that way, I feel that everything in me exists for him, really, every breath, every smile, every movement of his..."

He stopped because the girl was looking at him.

He said, "I love him, love him very much, I only want him to have a child, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to deal with more children... I always feel that I neglected your mother at that time, Vera, my sister was only 20 years old at that time, to be honest," he gritted his teeth, "I hate your father, your mother was pregnant when she was only 20 years old, but she will die before her child grows up, Vera , your father would have killed my sister, if I had known, if I had known that your mother was pregnant..." He reached out to cover his eyes, "I might have killed him..."

"What kind of mood did you feel when you saw me?" the girl asked suddenly.

He paused for a while.

"I can't say it," he said, "I love you very much in my heart, you are my sister's only blood, and you look very much like her mother. Madam is very kind to me, very kind, so, so... He said, "When I see you, I tell myself I'm going to protect you and I'm going to take good care of you, but on the other hand, Vera, you're 14 years old." dying."

He said sadly, "Vera, on the one hand, I think you are 14 years old, but many times I feel that you are only 14 years old."

"You're just a kid," he said.

Before they knew it, they had reached the bush of roses. The roses were still blooming in the cold winter night, giving bursts of strong fragrance.

White roses look a little bluish in the moonlight.

She involuntarily looked back at the house again.

Tall and beautiful, brightly lit.

She knew she didn't want to be there.

But on the one hand there is something else there.

"Okay, Vera, go back, you should go to bed."

The girl walked in obediently, and he stood where he was, but the girl suddenly came out.

"Why would you call me my mother's only blood?" she asked him.

"Because..." He paused for a moment, "We both know you're going to survive."

still have a question.

"How do you know?" she asked him.

"what do you know?"

"Know that I took the drink and that I'm in Draco's room?"

"Vera," he shook his head, "I hid that wine, although I don't know how you found it, but I know someone moved it." He stared at her, "The magic place in this house It's more complicated than you can imagine, and if someone got into his room, my only son's room, I'd know."

"You love him very much."

"Love enough to die for him, love enough for the Dark Lord to know that losing him would make me miserable."

"If you love him so much," the girl looked at him seriously, "then he will never be hurt in any way, I swear to you."

He knew what she had almost done just now.

"No," Lucius looked at her, "I don't want anything to happen to you, child, and I don't want anything to happen to any of you."

She nodded and went back to her room.