HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

She rested her head on the shoulder of the boy next to her, flipping through a thick, outrageous book in her hand.Beside them are their faded shoes and socks.

The sun made her a little sleepy.She put her five fingers together and placed her slender fingers in front of her eyes to block the sun.

He noticed and said, "Let's go back."

She shook her head, "I want to stay here a little longer."

The dress she was wearing had been wet and dried by sea water long ago, only the lower end was still wet and attached to her calf, because the waves would always hit the skirt.

The golden hair was dry and fluffy by the sun, and there were fine grains of salt on it.

And he sighed, hugged her shoulders, put the jacket on the heads of the two, and said, "Remember to ask mom to use the recovery magic when you get home, we are all sunburned. Doesn't the skin on your face hurt?" ?”

She doesn't feel pain.

With him, no matter what you do is good.

They sat on the rocks by the sea, and the sea water slapped her ankles, which was slightly cool and itchy, which made her feel very comfortable.

She subconsciously hugged the other person's waist.

Woke up here.

Vera opened her eyes. She felt lonely in the darkness, but she didn't want to move.

This is a rare quiet and peaceful dream.But she still couldn't sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally sat up, clapped her hands, and all the candles in the room lit up.

After getting out of bed, she opened the closet and looked for clothes. She didn't find the Muggle dress in her dream. Compared with her mother's clothes, the style of that dress seemed to be a bit older.

She finally pulled out a bright blue dress of taffeta, which was extremely slender at the waist, and turned to a pair of white lambskin pumps.

She put the clothes on the bed.

After washing, she subconsciously brought the ring around her neck to her face. There was a circle in the triangle carved on the black gemstone, and there was a vertical line in the circle.

Greenwald used it as his mark, just as the man used a skull.

Aesthetically, she tends to appreciate the simplicity and elegance of Greenwald.

She let go of her fingers and began to dress one by one.

At the end, a bright blue taffeta dress hugged the waist beautifully and was slightly loose at the shoulders and bust.It was able to reveal the silver chain around her neck, but just covered its pendant.

She put on knee-length wool socks and slipped her feet into sheepskin shoes.

Finally, she stood in front of the mirror and combed her long hair.

Seeing that her face seemed a little dim, she picked out a tube of magic lipstick with mint flavor from the dressing table beside her, which she bought when she was wandering around when she was free.

It should be a product for ordinary little girls of her age, and it is not expensive.

She remembers their tagline at the time, "Brighter Than the Sunshine."

I don't know what kind of magic was used in them. Under the light, it's just a very fresh pink with a little sequin hidden in the middle. It's similar to Muggle things, the difference is that it's always before you use cleaning magic before going to bed, This tube of lipstick really does not take off makeup for 24 hours.

She put this tube of lipstick on her mouth and felt that she looked much better.

all done.

Put on a dark silver robe and bring your own wand.

She left her room at 06:30 in the morning and went to the house to wait for the elves to bring her breakfast.

The house was very quiet, only she and the house elves were awake at this moment.

She always sleeps less, and those elves are almost as if they don't need to sleep.

The elves like her very much. When they have nothing to do, they like to stand in the dining room and watch her eat. This morning, she ate the oatmeal, boiled eggs and asparagus that she asked for last night.

She ate very lightly, the meals at Hogwarts were too greasy and salty for her, and she always ate very little there.

She has always been a very picky eater, and hardly eats vegetables except seaweed, and only eats beef and sea fish for meat, and does not touch anything else.

The only good thing is that she quite likes fruit.

Cherries, strawberries, pomegranates, red apples, green apples, grapes, kiwi...but she likes all red and green fruits.

Hogwarts seems to have very few delicious fruits.

So she always eats very little at Hogwarts.Lucius would remember to ask the owl to send her carefully wrapped cherries and strawberries, which she always shared with Draco in the common room.

Unlike her, the other party is a person who doesn't eat much fruit, at least not too sweet fruit.

But in Malfoy's house, she was used to eating all the time, and the elves seemed to be familiar with all her tastes.

Maybe it was her mother, or maybe it was her mother's... mother.

She ate a few mouthfuls, and the elves brought her a plate of fresh strawberries chirping again.Topped with a thick layer of whipped cream and dusted with sugar.

Everyone knows she likes to eat this.

"Miss, are you going out today?" Perry kept watching her with eyes as big as tennis balls. "Are you going to have lunch at home today?"

Most people in the house didn't get up until the afternoon, and usually only Lucius, Narcissa, her and the Dark Lord would eat breakfast and lunch.The former two are more perfect and regular in life than others, and the latter two hardly need sleep.

He told her that he hadn't slept well for more than ten years, and that he was struggling to survive every minute and every second.

He habitually sleeps very little.

She couldn't sleep.

Before she could answer, the dining room door opened again, and the Dark Lord walked in.

She nodded to the other party, "Sir, you got up very early today."

"I haven't had breakfast with you for a long time." He said, sitting beside her, "Where do you want to go to play today?"

She pushed the strawberry in front of her to him, and continued to drink the porridge.

He eats one and tells the elf that he wants to eat the same thing as her.The elves were a little afraid of him, but now they got his order and ran to the kitchen in a swarm.

"I want to read at home today," she said. "I want to find out where Greenwald is."

"I know where he is," said the Dark Lord, eating another strawberry.

She put down the spoon in her hand, "Can you take me to see him?"

"why?"

"I'm curious about him," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "Can you show me him?"

When she looks at you from the bottom up like this, it's a real cat.

He looked at her for a while, then suddenly said, "Nagini said you have a friend I've never met."

She doesn't speak.

"She smells it on you, she always smells it, but she doesn't know where you put your friend." He smiled suddenly, "Let me see your friend."

Nagini also snaked up from the ground along the legs of the table, hissing and sticking out his tongue at her.

She said something in Parseltongue, and Nagini quickly crawled back behind his master's robe.

"Don't do that," he laughed amused by her, "don't always threaten a snake that you're going to pull out its teeth. I've been with me for a long time, and it rarely sees its own kind. I have you, but it No." He stretched out his hand and brushed her hair behind her ear, "Let me meet your little friend."

"You've seen it," she muttered. "You've seen it many times."

But she still put her hand on the back of his hand, and after a while, a small silver snake emerged from her sleeve.

The moment it poked its head out of the sleeve, Nagini excitedly approached it, but the little snake suddenly stood up and opened its mouth wide in warning.

The Dark Lord looked at it with interest for a while, then tapped its head lightly with his fingers, and said, "She's still very young."

He said in Parseltongue, "You're still very young, aren't you?"

But even so it didn't like his touch, it dodged and wrapped around the girl's wrist twice more tightly.

"Yeah. Just finished the fourth peeling." The girl nodded, and stroked its head soothingly. It was obviously very disgusted with Nagini, and it twisted restlessly on her wrist, and from time to time He opened his mouth wide and bared his teeth at the opponent.

It was too small, about the thickness of Nagini's snake letter.

"What do you usually feed her?"

"Egg yolk, beef, and fruit." The girl put her hand close to her neck, changing the position of the little snake, which was irritated by Nagini's approach, and it circled around her neck, trying to bite. Hold your own tail.

But apparently it wasn't long enough, so it just kept rubbing against her neck, sticking out its tongue and making hissing noises.

"Nagini is so big it's disturbing. You know, snakes eat their own kind."

The Dark Lord whispered a few words to Nagini, and it reluctantly climbed off the table.

"I have something special that can make her grow faster." The Dark Lord suggested.

"It's not necessary," the girl shook her head, "I don't want it to grow too big, so I won't be able to carry it around."

She stroked the snake until the snake finally calmed down, then crawled into her cuff along with her finger in aggrieved manner, and wound it around her wrist twice fiercely.Tight enough to show red marks.

She broke open an egg, crushed the yolk into small balls, and fed it little by little.

"Does your mother know that you have a snake?" he asked her.

"She's afraid of snakes, and I didn't tell her." After feeding it half an egg yolk and half a strawberry, the girl gave it a Transfiguration Charm, and it became a silver bracelet she wore on her finger.

"I've found it's easier to extend the duration of a spell if there's a similarity between the items before and after when you're using the Transfiguration spell," she said.

But he laughed, "Afraid of snakes?"

He seemed to have heard something ridiculous, "She's actually afraid of snakes?"

"A lot of people are scared," the girl said, and as she spoke, she peeled an egg and threw it to Nagini.The latter had already obediently lay at her feet and waited.

"I don't think she should be afraid," the Dark Lord said bluntly.

"You know, you speak English like a lot of people, and I'm sure they understand every word of yours perfectly, but they can't bring themselves not to be afraid of you," she said.

And the Dark Lord chuckled, "Yes."

She shook her head noncommittally, "So I guess you can't control a person's mind unless you give her an Imperius Curse."

She had already fed Nagini four eggs in a row, and she stopped for a while when she felt her fingertips were sore when she peeled the egg shells.

And he took her wrist and pressed his cheek against it, "Can I control you? My dear miss?"

He seemed to want to kiss her hand again but was afraid that she would refuse.

She realizes that he's showing weakness, and she's counting on you to show him a little compassion to allow him to cross the line a little bit.

This kind of behavior is their instinct, and they can do such things unconsciously.She thought he was unintentional this time.But this unconscious instinct is more terrifying than deliberate.

People can control their behavior, but few people can resist their instincts.

Sometimes he can't help being too intimate with her.

He didn't seem to be able to tell whether those actions were appropriate for the status of the two of them.

But those actions really rarely appear. Even if they appear, they can't help but want to kiss her fingers when they hold her hand. In the end, they just press her hands on their cheeks and chest to help her comb her hair. Occasionally he couldn't help but want to kiss her when he was young, but in the end he just kissed the end of her hair.

He always wanted to kiss her.

The only time he couldn't help but actually kissed her fingertips.

And her reaction that time made him never have a second time.

He always wanted to be stronger with her, but that kind of strength was fake and without confidence. As long as she also became stronger at the same time, he would stop immediately. He was afraid that she would run out from here in the middle of the night like before.

She has already understood all the means of him, and she understands that she can control him.

She also knew why she was able to master him.

Most of the time, he was always eager when he spoke to her, and he couldn't get angry when she rejected him. She provoked his authority countless times, but in the end it just made him lower his bottom line countless times.

He was afraid of losing her, afraid that she would be unhappy.

It is a reverent, humble intimacy.

It's like knowing what you're asking for isn't reasonable.

Just like now.

She said in Parseltongue, "I thought you couldn't."

This was the first time she spoke Parseltongue to him.Before that she would say something to Nagini now and then, but not to him, he understood English and she didn't like the hissing.

And he always felt like it was his own hallucination.Did she speak English or Parseltongue?He couldn't tell.

But this time, he was sure, the child spoke Parseltongue just like him.

He didn't like her speaking Parseltongue, he didn't like it.

She said that Parseltongue was too bad to hear, and what he heard in his head was not a hiss, but a hum.

He subconsciously let go of his fingers, but did not take them back. His fingers were still loosely wrapped around her wrist, and he looked up at her.

Not angry, just a little dazed.

Like just waking up from a drowsy dream.

At this time, the house elves pushed open the door of the dining room and brought him breakfast in murmurs.

And his snakelike pupils reflected her, as her emerald green eyes did.

She and him stared at each other and confronted each other, until he saw his shadow in the other's calm attitude in horror.

Lucius was right, Nagini was right, they were both right.

The kid was like him, very much like him.

He finally realized his gaffe, let go of his hand, and sat up straight pretending to be calm. "Stay in the house after dinner, and I'll take you to see him."

Possessing her was like a fragile dream to him, the more time passed, the more he cherished it, and the less he dared to break it.

But this dream will always be shattered, she is not her.

And she was suddenly filled with pity for him.

She stood up, walked behind him, bent down, hugged him from behind, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

The long blond hair leaked from his neck, and it was a little itchy, but her warm breath and the unique scent of a girl wrapped him gently, making him afraid that if he moved, he would destroy everything, so he just sat quietly. with.

She smells like a child...

She is like a very green fruit, it smells very fresh, not much sweet.

The pendant hanging around her neck slipped out of her neckline due to gravity, and stuck to his neck.

Warm, with her body temperature, she has been wearing it on her chest.

He knew what it was—the Gaunt ring, the ring he'd wanted to give her from the first moment he'd seen her.

Whether it was her or the lady, he would give them whatever they wanted from him, but they never asked him for anything.They asked nothing of him.

But he wants, he wants!

But he can't say what he wants, he can't want it.

Wrapped under his black robe was a deformed body.

And she hugged him.

He always wears such a black robe, and many people think he likes it.

She felt that he was covering up.She had seen photos of him when he was young, and he was very handsome.

The false, air-enveloping part of the robe lost its shape in her arms, fitting onto the only reality he had—so much of him, only so much left.

Thin and emaciated as if it doesn't exist.

Thin, very thin, and his skin is cold, why is he so cold?

She hugged him, feeling like she was hugging a breathing skeleton, with his undulating ribs under her arms.

When a person is so beautiful when he is young, even when he is complacent about it, he is not able to accept his aging self.

Not to mention a half-dead self.

It has to be said that it is a miracle that this body without a nose can still breathe.

She smelled Nagini's smell on his body, a snake-like smell, but she couldn't tell or find his smell, if he was not such a body but a normal body, if he It is a normal 60-year-old man. He will most likely have loose flesh and excess fat, although he may also be as hairless as he is now.

The water in England is problematic, and the British men she sees, whether Muggles or wizards, usually have short hair.

But at the same time, he will also be warm, with a human smell, maybe it won't smell very good, but at least it exists.

She hugged him and suddenly called him in a low voice, "grandpa."

He felt as if he were in a dream.

Half of his heart was as hot as fire, and the other half of his heart seemed to be in a hole in ice.

He felt so hurt.

For a while, I didn't know what to do.

But after a while, the girl's soft lips touched his cheek lightly.

He was smooth, hideous, hairless, and could scare the cheeks of any normal child into tears.

She felt that he was cold, and she thought she was incapable of warming him.

"Good morning. Grandpapa." She whispered like a child, exhaling a little warm air from her mouth, her breath was as clean and fresh as the fruit she had just eaten.

"Sorry, I didn't remember until now, I forgot to say good morning to you."

All this seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a moment.

She knew she had done something cruel.But she has to.

She killed his lover.Even if it is not the real person but just a thin shadow, it is still a cruel thing.

He needs some alone time.

She let go of her arms around him, and the flat shoes made no sound as they walked on the carpet.

Her kiss was still on his cheek.It was gentle, but like the deadliest poison, just a little bit was enough to kill him.

He died little by little from that piece of skin on.

It was time to wake up from this dream, the person he loved was dead.

She is not her and cannot be her.

He was always subconsciously forcing her, but so what?

Even if everyone believed that she was his lover, even if everyone believed that she was his, what problem could this solve?

No matter how much she looks like her, she is not her anymore.

She had his blood on her.

He has to figure it out.

Hogwarts.

It was 52:[-] in the morning and Harry was woken from bed by a severe heartache of his own.

His heart ached like he was about to die, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He sat up abruptly, his voice rising and falling, and Ron asked him in a sleepy voice, "What's wrong with you?"

He put his fingers on his face and said hesitantly, "I'm... crying?"