HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Old Malfoy allowed her to see him twice a month.

And the two weeks between them seemed like two years.

Several times, each time she just looked at him and let him go.

She just wanted to make sure he was still alive.

He knew he had upset her.

He took out a small bottle and took a sip before entering.

Pushing open the door, she found that she was standing at the window, and turned to look at him because of the sound of the door opening.

She was against the light, and he could only see a silhouette of her.

This time, there seemed to be no more wounds on her body.

She even had the strength to stand by the window instead of half reclining on the couch.

When he went to see other clients, he would bring a bouquet of flowers, some snacks or other things that could be used to please them, but when he saw her, he didn't dare to bring anything, just empty hands.

Because he had enough thoughts in his heart, enough to cause trouble for her and him.

He closes the door.

Call her softly, "Good afternoon, ma'am."

She looked at him, because he couldn't see her expression clearly because of the backlight, but she could.

Today was the Ministry of Magic election update day, and her husband had been busy for months.

So he probably didn't have much time to torture her, and she looked better than usual.

"Good afternoon," she said softly. "What did you bring me today?"

She was finally willing to talk to him a few more words, even if it was just a few words, he was already very satisfied.

He drank Felicia.

Slughorn had rewarded him with a vial, which he never drank, believing he was destined to be strong.

But today he couldn't help it, it would be good if that sip of Felicia could bring him one step closer to her.

There are many things in his box, but he chooses to kneel on the ground.

He said, "Madam, I have brought my heart." He said, "Madam, the things you want are too precious for me to find them, so," he looked at her, "I want to bring what seems to me the most Precious things," he said, "take this heart of mine, madam."

She looked at him, for a long time, "Tom, a heart is such a precious thing that only another heart can match it," she whispered, "and I can't afford it."

"But……"

"You're young and I'm almost thirty," she said softly. "Tom, you're a kid."

"I'm 21 years old," he said, "Madam, I'm 21 years old."

Although his birthday is in December, although it is only April.

"Eight years. I'm eight years older than you," she said softly. "Tom, you were in third grade when I was your age eight years ago, Tom, when I graduated from Hogwarts you weren't even Got your letter from the owl, didn't you?"

"Ma'am," he looked at her, "love has no age."

He said softly, "Ma'am, someday," he looked at her eagerly, "one day I will be 30 too..."

However, he never thought that one day he would be as big as her, or even bigger than her.

"You're just a kid," she said softly. "I was like you when I was a teenager. I thought I was mature enough, but I was still not sensible enough or experienced enough."

Her husband fell in love with her when she was 14 years old.

Slughorn would sometimes call her husband the most evil pervert in the world, and think that scum like that should be kicked out of the school board, a guy who keeps going in and out of Hogwarts on his own as a board member and chasing a guy who's bad for him. A bastard of a schoolgirl who is too young for her age.

She doesn't like people mentioning the age difference between her and her husband.

It always seemed to cause her pain.

If it was normal, he might have given up, he was afraid of offending her.

But Felicia told him it wasn't the end.

He knelt there and looked up at her, "You already have it, you don't need to pay anything for it," he said, "I just want you to know it belongs to you."

He knelt on the ground, "Ma'am, I don't ask you for anything, I just hope you can lower your head and take a look," he said, "Just one look, look at me, I really love you humble .”

He said, "I dare not ask you for anything in return, the only thing I ask is that you know," he looked at her, "madame, I love you, I belong to you."

The lady looked at him.

He said again, "Ma'am," and he looked at her, "Ma'am, I belong to you."

"Ma'am," he said, "I don't want anything, I just want you to know."

Felix Felicia made him say it, but he suddenly realized that he should have said it, she lacked nothing, all she lacked was...

The power to choose.

Please stop torturing me, please come near me and allow me to come near you.

She let go of the hand holding the curtain, and the curtain slid down, blocking out the sunlight, only a few thin lines of light shone in, bright and abrupt.

She walked over step by step and walked up to him.

She leaned close to him, bent down, and he could smell a sweet scent like ripe fruit on her body.

She is like a ripe peach.

Ripe just right, juicy, sweet and delicious.

That makes you want to bite...

Felix told him he shouldn't make a move, he just looked at her.

Watching her approaching him step by step, holding his hand.

She said softly, "Tom, what are you going to do if I'm a living curse?"

"Then I am cursed," he said. "I am yours, madam. I can do anything for you."

"Ma'am," he whispered, "I don't want anything, I just want you to know," he looked at her, "I'm yours, I'm yours, and you only."

He never thought he would say such a thing.

He thought he would plot against her more or less.

but……

He didn't know what he could get from her, a love rival who was so jealous that he would kill him?

however.

He had known her for almost two years.

This is the closest she's been to him.

"You're going to die," she said softly. "You're going to be tortured because of me," she said softly. "Tom, is that okay?"

"My life is yours," he said softly, "and you have all power over it."

He whispered, "I could die for you."

He didn't know the truth of this sentence, but at that moment he felt that what he said was true.

She laughed softly, "Tom, many years ago," she suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips, "I said the same thing to a person many years ago." She suddenly put her arm around his shoulder, and she His tears fell into the palm of his hand, emeralds one by one, "You don't know how desperate I was when I said that."

She is very soft and slender, but her green eyes are stubborn and unyielding, she said, "Tom, he always thinks I will betray him," she cupped his face with her fingers, condescending Looking at him, "That's natural, because I never belonged to him."

He never got her, that's why he didn't dare to set her free, he didn't believe she would come back.

She whispered, "Let me tell you the answer I most wanted to hear at that time..."

She choked up suddenly and kissed his black hair.

She whispered, "Then, you will die for me..."

The effect of Felix Felicia is really...

She rested her hands on the buttons of her robe.

Her teary green eyes looked at him.

How could there be such a pair of eyes?

She looks at you, but she doesn't seem to be looking at you.

She is crying, crying so much that you can't help but want to hold her in your arms, but on the one hand, you dare not do anything, because you are afraid of offending her.

"..." He didn't know what to say for a while, "Please don't cry." He said, "Madam..."

She unbuttoned her robe, and the robe slid down her body to the floor, revealing a white silk skirt she was wearing underneath. The skirt was a loose fit, making her look even more slender.

she is very weak...

That slender wrist, that melancholy temperament, that beautiful appearance that looks like a fragile object.

These make you full of protective desire the moment you see her.

She looks beautiful and noble.

She undid the skirt she was wearing under her inner robe.

She was wearing black underwear, plain silk underwear.

The chest is full and white, the waist is slender, and the skin is as delicate and smooth as cream, which is the most alluring appearance you can imagine.

If you ignore the various horrific scars on it.

Tooth marks, nail marks, erythema.

However, the most attractive thing is not the soft chest, nor the terrible scars, but the strange patterns that spread from her shoulders to her elbows.

Like some kind of vine.

His eyes couldn't leave the vine for a while.

She took his hand and pressed his hand to one of those vines on her body, and she whispered, "Tom, I'm a curse, and the one who loves me, the one I love, will never end well." of."

"Even so," she looked at him, "you don't regret it?"

He felt like he was pressing his hand into a basin of warm water, her skin was so smooth, he felt like he had touched something, but it was like nothing, he could only feel her warmth.

He could only feel the temperature, and could hardly feel the texture of her skin.

He looked at her and shook his head.

She said softly, "Tom," she looked at him, "you chose this path."

He nodded subconsciously.

Then she kissed him again.

She said, "Don't use Felix Felicia, Tom, it won't help."

He's a little stiff.

She suddenly smiled softly, "I can taste it."

He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, his limbs were left stiff.

However, she lowered her head and kissed him again, "That's just letting you do what you could have done, it's just a little bit of luck, and what you really can't do..."

She inserted her fingers into his black hair, kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose.

Thin and dense, careful and careful.

From his forehead down to his lips.

"Even if you drink Felicia Potion until you get poisoned, you can't do it."

Those were the last words he heard when his consciousness began to trance.

He had heard such things said.

In their Hogwarts days, the boys had talked to each other about this deadly joy, and he had sniffed at the silly fun they could have had over a kiss.

This is just a lie and illusion fabricated by stupid human beings for reproduction, and it is just a lubricant to make raising children less painful.

Foolish people need offspring, and weak people need offspring.

And this kind of thing is just a way to hide your vulnerability and stupidity.

People in school days are innocent after all, especially in a place like Hogwarts.He was already the secret king of Hogwarts when he was a student, and he even killed people to make Horcruxes when he was a teenager.

But when he entered the society, he realized that there are more terrifying things in this world.

Power is unequal, and desires are vast beyond your imagination.

And he is very small.

He successfully graduated as an outstanding student, but because of what he pursued, the world he saw was obviously much dirtier than the same students, so much so that he felt that his outstanding student was worthy of the name, he was so moral and polite.He didn't even kill anyone much.

Lots of people had hinted at him, lots of women—and men, too, but he'd never found such things ridiculous.What's the point in wasting time and life?

It's just the friction between the skins of two people.

But, but...

but.

No matter how he thought about it later, he only remembered the suppressed breathing of each other.

After closing the curtains, her skin was still white and glowing in the dark room, although there were many marks on it, such as erythema, tooth marks, and wounds cut by nails.

She still has bruises from her fingers.

Those marks spread all over her body, and if he accidentally touched it, she would tremble in pain.

Her tenderness reminded him of stories told in Muggle orphanages.

The princess and the pea.

He didn't even dare to hold her wrist hard.

Sleeping on thirty layers of mattresses and still being able to feel the bottom pea.

She is so fragile and soft.

He kissed her subconsciously, kissing all her wounds.

She was trembling in his arms, and he asked subconsciously, "Did I hurt you? Madame..."

She seemed to be afraid of pain.

She sealed his lips. "A little bit, but," she said between kisses, "but that's nothing."

He didn't understand anything, but she was different.

Layers of physical pleasure surged up, and thoughts gradually drifted away from them. The past and the future didn’t matter at that time. She smelled like overripe fruit, her body was soft and fragrant, and the sweat was thin. It floats out thinly, but makes the skin feel more delicate and smooth after drying.

She is elegant and noble, but her kiss is lingering and desperate. The overwhelming happiness is stacked with a kiss that is so long that it is close to suffocation. He feels that he can die just like that.