HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

After dinner, everyone followed into the living room to wait for his orders. It was rare for her not to stand up from the dining table and go back to her room, but stayed in the living room with everyone.

Everyone was aware of this, but none of them spoke.

After he gave everyone his orders, he watched them leave while he held out his hand to her.

He didn't speak.

There are no various requirements like before.

But she went by, the moccasins making no sound.

like a cat.

Her blond hair and blue eyes, her slender and elegant figure.

Nothing like a cat.

is his.

She seldom wears flat shoes, and he already thought she was very small in normal times, but now he wondered if she was five feet four inches tall.

How is she so small?He felt like he could pick her up with one hand.

He was tall, and that bastard called Sirius wasn't short, and anyone with Black's blood wasn't short, and Bellatris was six feet taller, but why were their women so small?

But it's good that she's so small.

She is so small and so good.

Such fits are embraced, put on lap and kissed carefully.

He really wanted to kiss her.Kiss her constantly.How could she be so lovable.

She has extremely small pink lips on her snow-white face, a pair of clear emerald-like cat eyes, small and round earlobes, and a black pearl earring on her left ear.

She is so delicate and slender.

He slapped her, and he regretted it almost as soon as his hand touched her face, and at the same time as the red mark on her delicate skin overflowed was the regret deep in his heart.

Her bare wrist is so small, the bones and blood vessels are covered by layers of muscle and skin, you know that the blood flowing in the blood vessels is dark red, but you can't see it at all from the outside, they are in the white skin There was a blue under the skin—she was so fair, so soft, like the most delicate gift.

She was the best thing the lady gave him.

The best thing he ever got in his life.

The little snake formed a silver ring around her wrist.It has grown longer and longer, and has now wrapped twice around her wrist.Like a silver bracelet, it was also her only jewelry.

Under the silver ring are slender fingers that are unbelievably long, slender and fair, with the distribution of fat and muscle just right.

Even her fingers are so beautiful.

He looked at her countless times, and asked himself countless times, does she belong to me?Is she really mine?

Occasionally, he could see traces of him on her body, but those traces were too faint and fleeting.

It makes people suspect that it is just their own illusion.

The way she smiled, the way she spoke, and the language she used to provoke him all looked like that lady.

He often looked at her suspiciously, who did she belong to?

Who is she?

But now he understands.

This beautiful child who can speak Parseltongue, this baby whom everyone is willing to pamper and pamper, is his.

She helped him up from the sofa. It was strange that he was willing to let her see his weakness, and let her find that his limbs could not support him.

But when her fingers touched her, then everything was as it should be.

She should see all this.She could and would accept it all, he believed so firmly.

He felt for a split second that he and she were connected, that she was a part of his own body, that he didn't have to say anything or do anything.She can understand him.

She can understand his thoughts better than anyone else, she is like the little finger on his palm, the relationship between him and her is like an arm and that little finger, he doesn't have to say or do anything, because she knows what to do How to do it.

The little finger, the little finger that people seem to hardly use.

It is not as thick as the thumb, not as flexible as the index finger, and not as long as the middle finger.

Even the ring finger needs to be responsible for wearing a ring.

But the little finger, the slenderest, softest, most carefree finger of all.It seemed like there was nothing to do, but he knew he couldn't lose his little finger.

It's just fine there.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to press her into his arms, knead her, kiss her, and praise her.

He even felt at times that he wanted to bite her, that he could swallow her whole.

She was the lady's flesh and blood, but also his.

She is perfect.

It was his fault that he missed the first 14 years of her life.

Twenty years ago, when he was in the shadows, wearing a cloak, pulling his hat up to his eyebrows, and staring at his daughter—another fresh and delicate girl, he had the same feeling briefly in his heart.

Although at that time this feeling was more subtle and more restrained.

But the girl, the dark-haired girl, smiling as if she didn't see him, stood not five feet in front of him.

She seemed to be waiting for someone.

His eyes couldn't help staying on her for a long time.

So long that his servant asked him, "Master?"

He shook his head and took a few steps forward.

At this time, her partner, a red-haired girl trotted over and passed him.

"Christie!" she called.

They all have green eyes.

But the girl who belonged to him had more beautiful eyes.

There is no more beautiful eyes in the whole world than the women of their family.

He turned to look at the girl again.

Seeing his actions, Rodolphus whispered to him, "Master, that's Lucius' sister."

Of course he knew who she was.

He knew her, he knew her even if he had never seen her.

She was very small, no more than five and a half feet.

Why is she so small?

She has an emerald stud on her left ear.

The emerald was exactly the same as the emerald he held in his hand, as clear as a drop of lake water.

The color is the same as her eyes, deep like a pair of eyes that can suck people in.

She is the daughter of Mrs.

But when she looked at him, she acted as if she didn't see anything, her eyes brushed past him without any change.

The red-haired girl yelled, "Christie! We had an appointment to meet in Diagon Alley! And you're in Knockturn Alley!"

"I'm sorry." She smiled, as if she could calm down the person opposite by smiling.

That was the first time he heard her voice.

Crisp, with a bit of coquettishness that made his heart tremble.

He stared at her for a long time.

Watch her pull back her black hair like his, and look at her coquettish smile at her companion in a charming posture.Call her, "Lily."

She comforted her companion very quickly with her smile, and he heard her companion say, "Why don't I get angry every time you smile at me?"

She said, "Probably because you like me." As she spoke, she took the other person's hand, "You haven't been to Knockturn Alley, have you?"

The two girls chatted chatteringly and walked away.

Yet he still looked at her, unable to take his eyes away.

He looked at her for too long, too obviously.

Bellatris said with jealousy and anger in her eyes, "Why is she hanging out with a mudblood?"

"Is that a Mudblood?" he murmured.

He didn't remember the other party's answer to him afterwards.

But that doesn't matter.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't look at him.

The girls walked further and further away, and finally disappeared from his sight.

He came back to his senses, "I'm leaving, remember what I want you to do."

He strode forward for a short distance, then Apparated.

Then, he knew that Bellatrix was humiliated by her pressing against the wall once, and she had two famous rebellious guys, Sirius Black and James Potter.

The former was expelled from his family because he did not support the supremacy of pure blood, while the latter was ignored by the pure blood family because the entire family refused to support the supremacy of pure blood.

Bellatrix told him about the girl hanging out with a Mudblood, with the famous Black traitor, Sirius, who had run away at fifteen.It's really indecent, unseemly to the extreme.

He knew she was just jealous, Bellatris admired him since she was a child, and although he finally convinced her that she should marry Rodolphus for the future of pure blood, she would still fall on her knees and reveal her love to him He has been looking at that girl for too long, so long that the fire of a woman's jealousy is already burning vigorously in her chest.

Bellatrix was as attached to him as the lady's husband was to her.

The difference was that Bellatris couldn't control him at all.

After so many years, he almost thought that the love history between himself and that lady was just his own delusion, a dream he had once had.

But until he saw her, when he saw her, at that moment, he realized that it was true.

She is his.

And the matter between him and that lady is true.

He is not crazy, nor is he dreaming.

She looked good, bright and charming, with a little arrogance of a child who has been spoiled too much.

Lucius protected her very well. He heard that Lucius had been careful and never let her go out alone.

If Lucius' father hadn't died that year and he was busy with everything in the family, and the girl had reached belated rebellious puberty at that time, he believed he would never have seen her.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Lucius' father fell in love with her when she was 14 years old.

A kind of unreasonable, unethical, passionate love.

lady……

He looked at Lucius, who blushed slightly, and he knew that it was the expression of extreme anger in the other party's heart, but Lucius didn't accuse Bellatrice.

Although Bellatrice clearly pointed and threatened the underage girl, his "sister", as a pure-blood lady, she really shouldn't be mixed with a pure-blood traitor or a mudblood.

At this point she made a mistake herself, and he could only choose to keep silent.

Besides, his father had just passed away for such an unseemly reason.

So Lucius just said, "I'll take care of her, Master."

He looked at the other party, and said in a strange way, "Bring her to me, let me..." He suddenly became hoarse, and Lucius misunderstood what he meant, and quickly knelt on the ground, "Master, she is still A child," Lucius tried to keep calm, "I've been too busy recently so I don't have time to discipline her, master, she's still too young, she doesn't know how to choose friends, master, I'll take care of all this , I guarantee that such a thing will not happen again."

Lucius looked at his face and almost begged, "Master, I will punish her..."

At that time, he didn't continue to speak, he still stayed in his suddenly blank brain.

yeah, let me... let me...

What is he trying to say?

What could he do to that child?

The girl stood beside him quietly, seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, and didn't urge him, but just put her hand gently in his arm.

He was awakened from his contemplation by this action. He hugged the other person's shoulders and found that the other person was looking up at him.

She was so small, she was only a child.

Looking down from above makes those curious eyes startlingly large.

How she looks like a cat.

Even such a move is like a cat.

Clueless, delicate, like a kitten.

She is still so small.

He couldn't help holding the other person's shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the forehead, trying his best to look frank and natural, but only he himself knew how confused his thinking was.

He said, "Let's go."

He held her hand, and the other party didn't refuse.

He gradually calmed down.

She was his, yes she was his, she really was his.

He took her hand and murmured, "Let's go to Nurmengard."

She smiled sweetly.

She is incredibly small.Fingers are soft, arms are weak.

How can she survive without someone to take care of her?