HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

She came in from the living room door, with a book under her arm, and her hands were slightly folded. He asked her, "Miss," she looked up, and he said, "What are you holding?"

She walked over and knelt on the sofa beside him with one leg, "give me your hand."

He stretched out his hand obediently, and she put the things in her hand into it.

is a rose.There are almost no flower stems and no spines.

She carefully avoided the thorns, after all she has such delicate hands.

A beautiful white rose, one of the rose bushes that grew by the door of her room.

"The prettiest one I've seen today," she said, "do you want it?"

He couldn't help laughing, "For me?"

"Who do you want me to give it to?" She said, carefully putting it in his palm, she said, "It belongs to you."

In his pale hand he held a rose.It is fragrant and beautiful, and many flowers are either beautiful or fragrant, but only roses are beautiful and sweet.

Just like her.

There are many women in the world who are neither beautiful nor smart. Among the other women, some are beautiful but have no brains, and the few who have brains are often ugly.

She is beautiful and smart.

She is special.

Like a rose in his hand.

"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked her in a low voice.

She opened her eyes wide, "That's none of my business." She said in surprise, "I gave it to you," she said, "It's yours, you can do whatever you want with it."

But she sat next to him again, and she said, "But before you deal with it, I hope you can think of me a little bit. You know this is what I gave you. What you do with the gift I gave you means that I am in your heart." position."

She said very correct things in a very childish tone.

How a person handles gifts given to him by others really depends on the status of that person in his heart.

She was testing him openly.

Of course, there are times when the gift is more important than the person.

That sort of thing was a regular occurrence for him.

"So, you give me this rose..." Before he finished speaking with a smile, she had already looked at him with green eyes, "This is me asking you a question," she said, "I want to know what is going on with you Don't care about me."

She clearly knows.

Her frank behavior is simply childish, the kind of childishness that she knows she is being pampered but still wants people to say that she loves her.

He was so soft and sore in his heart, he held out his hand to her, he said, "Come here, miss," he felt that he had never been so weak, he said, "Let me hug you, miss..."

She looked at him, "What about the rose I gave you?"

He summoned a crystal cup, poked his wand in the air, and called out a bottle of green stuff. He put the rose into the crystal cup, and then poured the green liquid into it with a spell. When the liquid calmed down, he said , "Come on, miss, take a look."

She was a little closer to him, she was so warm, he could feel her body temperature through the clothes.

The rose was in the green liquid, and it sank to the bottom of the glass, and he whispered, "This is the most protective thing I can find, miss, you touch it."

She did as she said, but when she stretched her fingers in, she was blocked.

She said, "This is very strange," she was very curious, "Muggles told me that dense things will sink to the bottom, and a rose sinking below means that this is lighter than a rose, but it is so light that I can't put a finger in it. go in."

"Magic cannot be explained in Muggle terms," ​​he said gently.

"Ma'am," he said, "time is in this liquid, and what's in it won't change for hundreds of years, and anyone who wants to get the rose has to drink it, but If you drink it, you will die," he looked at her and asked in an almost begging tone, "Is this good? Miss, what you gave me..."

She held the crystal cup and threw it whole on the ground. Before he recovered from his astonishment, the cup bounced on the ground. However, that rose, that rose was still covered by that green flower. Liquid wrapped.

That liquid not only protects its contents, but also its container.

Nothing happened to the fragile crystal cup.

"It doesn't look like a liquid," she tilted her head. "I thought if I put it in a larger container, or just smashed the container, it would reveal the rose."

He looked at her in astonishment.

And she rolled over from his side, picked up the cup with her own hands, held it up in front of her eyes and inspected it carefully for a while, and finally returned the rose to him, "Teach me how to make the potion you just made, okay?"

She put the cup back into his hand and said, "This is my first present for you."

No, no, no.

He almost desperately thought, this is not a gift.

The moment she slammed the cup on the ground was like breaking his heart.

She spread out the book and asked him, "Why do you say that drinking the blood of a unicorn will turn you into a half-dead, cursed life?"

She said, "Does pure, innocent, weak and helpless life really exist?"

She laughed. "They say you're cursed when you get its blood on your lips. Has anyone thought about drinking it through a straw?"

He drank.

And he believed that such a life really existed, and that such a life was right in front of him.

With blond hair and blue eyes, he was holding a book and asking him a question.

If someone hurt her he would make that person miserable.

He was her curse.

He said, "I have." He said, "If it were anyone else, I would tell him there is a price for everything, but for you, miss, I don't recommend you try..."

At that time, his soul was almost nothing, and the ghosts were stronger than him, not to mention that he hadn't had his own body for more than ten years.It was a horrible feeling.

You will be so vulnerable and helpless.

You'll do whatever it takes to end that horrible feeling.

But it was a curse after all, although she didn't know whether it was true or not, but she didn't need to take risks.

If she wanted to live, they'd find other ways, she didn't need to drink unicorn blood.

she will not die.

Nothing will happen to her.He hugged her subconsciously, "What do you want, Miss?"

He said, "Miss, I'll get you anything you want," he said, "you don't have to do it yourself."

But she smiled slightly, "I won't drink it." But she was suddenly curious, "Is it good? What's it like?"

Too distant a memory.He only remembered that it was silver, like a small lake of mercury.

"I don't remember," he said softly, "I was so weak at that time, I didn't even have a body..."

She suddenly knelt beside him and wrapped her arms around him. She was warm and willful.She pressed her forehead to his temple, her blond hair fell over his shoulders, and her breath hit the side of his face.

"But that's all over now, isn't it?" she whispered. "Is that curse at all?"

What to say?

"In a sense," he said softly, "I may not be called a living person anymore..."

"Hush," she said softly, "you're alive, and you're talking to me."

He couldn't help reaching out to hug her back.

She is in his arms.how nice.

But just for a moment, it's all over.

"I'm out," she said.

She lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek, childishly, "Don't be sad," she said, "I just think that potion is weird." She said, "I said it's yours, you can do whatever you want, and You care about me so much, you shouldn't mind if I drop it once, right?"

She rubbed her face against his. "You don't have to worry," she said, "I'm a little stronger than her. I have at least a wand and a snake."

These are not enough.

Never enough.

The prophecy Greenwald gave her made him flustered with fear.That stupid man presumptuously said that while she was alive, it seemed to him that she would die...

No, no, no, he hates prophecy!He hates any prophecy!

He should have listened to no prophecies as she had done, he should have prevented damned Greenwald from speaking his prophecies!

He thought, but only said, "Remember the Portkey."

He still remembered the outcome of the prophecy between himself and Harry Potter, and the more he tried to fight it, the sooner it would come true.

He said, "I'll wait for you for dinner."

She laughed, "Look, I still have you, don't I?"

She kissed him on the cheek, "You and I both know, I still have you."