HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Today she was reading a book in the living room, when sleepiness swept over her, she had closed the book and prepared to lean on the sofa to sleep for a while, but at that time he came in, without saying a word, just walked straight and sat beside her beside.

She glanced at the other party, then naturally put her head on the other party's knee and closed her eyes.

The other party was still not used to her physical contact at first, and her limbs were stiff for a while. Seeing her close her eyes and fall asleep, it took a long time before she tentatively combed her hair with her fingers, and she was sleeping She was not at ease, and his touching her made her feel even more uncomfortable, so she took the other's hand and put it in front of her cheek.

His fingers were also stiff at first, but finally they relaxed and clasped with hers.

Her breath drove the airflow to caress the back of his hand.

The boy's blond hair was lifted from under him so that it would not weigh it down when he slept, and spread it over his knees.

She hadn't had her hair cut in months since she had cut it short for unknown reasons last Christmas.They grew quickly, and within a few months, they were almost the same length as he had tried to keep her.

Because it was so long, the rest of the blond hair had slipped from his robes, floated in front of his knees, and hung down his calves.

It was silky smooth, beautiful blond hair the color of moonlight.

He likes her blond hair the most, even if she doesn't look like him at all.

She was still wearing a black shirt and dark blue skinny jeans today, the shirt was loose and the pants were tight like a second skin.

She always likes to dress like this.A little boyish.

But it still fits well with her looks.

She looks good in anything.

How can she be so beautiful.

She was curled up on the couch in cowhide boots, clearly inappropriate behavior that any normal parent would accuse, and yet he thought it was fine.

The collar of her shirt was undone, and the button was only the second button up from the collar, revealing a small piece of white skin and a few inches of collarbone loosely, and the Gaunt black stone ring came from such a gap. It fell out of the middle, almost close to her lips, and her eyes were closed, her chest was slightly undulating, and the expression between her eyebrows and eyes was a kind of completely relaxed childishness.

There were several hard strips around the wrist of the hand she held him, which was her little snake.

It all reminded him that she was his.

He looked at her sleeping face, and he could see the shadow of the lady from her, but he could also see his own.

She is completely at ease with him, she is very courageous, and she has never suffered setbacks.

It's all different with Mrs.

When Alex entered the living room, he was horrified to find that the Dark Lord was pulling a lock of the girl's hair to his chest, trying to bend down and kiss it.

The Dark Lord really wanted to get closer to her, but that didn't mean he wanted to be seen.

Lucius followed behind Alex, and in his heart he cursed the idiot Alex who didn't even know to knock on the door, while the Dark Lord raised his red eyes and whispered from his throat shouted, "Get out!"

While scaring Alex and Lucius away with his sound, he also woke up the girl completely from half asleep.

He subconsciously let go of the hair in his hand for fear of hurting her.

And she took a few heavy breaths, let go of his hand, glanced at Alex through the crack of the door when Alex pulled the door in fear, then put an arm under her cheek, and kept it like this Leaning on the Dark Lord's lap, he didn't get up.

He tentatively inserted his fingers into her hair, and then found that he was not rejected, so he said, "Will you not sleep for a while?"

She shook her head and rubbed her head lightly on his thigh, "I can't sleep anymore."

"They'll learn not to bother us casually next time," he said, calling a comb over with the Flying Charm, and since she was by his side, there was always an extra comb in the Malfoy's living room. Come.

He combed her hair with a comb, combed strands through strands, then raised it in the air, let go of his hand, and watched the hair fall back to her shoulders, he never tired of it, and often used the comb to connect her hair Brush her hair for 10-[-] minutes until she gets bored and walks away.

But that's not all, he carefully collected every golden hair that was tangled in the comb, straightened it out one by one and hid it well, he didn't quite understand what he was doing, but in the dead of night, he He will wrap all those hairs around his fingers, and let them slide smoothly over each of his fingers. Just by doing this, he can feel supreme peace and tranquility.

The girl turned over and put her arms around his neck, looking at him with unblinking green eyes.

She was born like that lady, and it's not like he hasn't tasted women, but when she looked at him like this, he had no extra desires other than wanting to kiss her cheek.

Probably this is the power of blood that others often say, he thought, my blood is flowing on this child.

He followed his heart.

He kissed the girl lightly on the cheek.

Plump, warm, smooth cheeks.

She is so small, so tender, so lovable.

He was restless at the thought that she might belong to another man, that she would bear a child for that man and die before his own came of age.

He was terrified at first of his restlessness toward her.

He knew that he cared too much about her and couldn't bear her too much, and he knew he shouldn't do this.

But the thought of her dying, the thought of him losing her in that way.

He just wanted to eat her, to swallow her like Nagini, so that no one could hurt her, and no one would touch her.She would be safe, absolutely safe.

He instinctively wants to protect her, at all costs.

He bent down so that he could get closer to her, so that her hands on his shoulders would not be so strenuous.

"Are you happy?" She hooked his neck and leaned into his arms, asking suddenly.

"Happiness?" He heard the word. "What is happiness?"

"Probably because you are very satisfied with your current state and don't want extra things." She looked at him.

And he lowered his head subconsciously, and learned to rub his chin lightly on the opponent's cheek without a teacher. The opponent's skin was so smooth and warm, he was a little obsessed unconsciously, and said, "Yeah."

"Ha." The girl chuckled, "Is it because of me?"

"Yes," he put his face on the other's face, feeling very satisfied in his heart, he said, "because of you, my miss, my dearest, dearest miss."

He felt that he could hold her like this for the rest of his life.

"If one day I die..."

"Shh," he sat up straight, hugged her sideways on his lap, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said to her, "you won't die."

"What if?" she said.

"We can make you a Horcrux," he whispered, "I already had one when I was your age."

"You told me," the girl leaned in his arms, still lazily, "You said you killed your father."

"Yes," he said, "the first Horcrux, I always think it's a very important thing, I think it should have a little meaning, a little special meaning, whether it's the person you killed, or Something you use for a Horcrux."

"I don't want that kind of thing." She began to wake up gradually, and when she was fully awake, she didn't like people holding her with two arms. She felt that it was like a disguised imprisonment, "and you You know, my dad, no one knows if he's dead or alive, the only thing that's certain is that I can't find his bones—I can't get behind that door in the Department of Mysteries, but without his bones, even You kept my soul, but you can't give me a body. That kind of existence without my own body is better than death for me, you know I'm afraid of pain."

"Don't mention your father," he whispered, "I don't like him, what's going on in his head."

He wanted to tell the other party about Sirius' rebelliousness and unreasonableness, but after thinking about it, he restrained himself. Compared with his stupid Muggle father, Sirius was a pure-blood after all, and at this age Girls are usually in a rebellious period now, who knows which sentence they say will just make the other party unhappy?

He didn't want to provoke the other party to let the other party run out of his arms and run away from home again, his body couldn't bear that kind of stimulation again.

"We'll get him out of that back," he said, "and I'll get you his bones."

He was making a promise to her, but she didn't need it.

She is not afraid of death at all.

"What if, I mean if," said the girl, "if one day I die, what will happen to you?"

Hearing what she said, he couldn't help stretching out his arms to hug her again, but she twisted on his knees to prevent him from doing that, so he had to put one hand on the other's back, The other hand held her weakly to prevent her from falling off his knee, "I won't let you die."

She was too small, her toes couldn't even touch the ground after she sat in his arms, she was too small.

He muttered to himself, "I will protect you, and you will be fine."

He said, "I won't let anyone touch you, as long as you think like this, you will be fine."

No one could hurt her under his nose, no one.

However, he suddenly hesitated, "Would you let someone touch you?" He looked into her eyes, "Do you have someone you desire?"

What if she told him?kill that person?No...he couldn't make her sad.

But...he couldn't let himself be sad.

He will warn that kid and force him, even if he dies, he will not let him move her finger. If you love someone to the extreme, you should control that kind of thought...

Or just castrate him?

It sounded like a good idea, she could get whoever she wanted, and he could be sure that person wouldn't hurt her.

Just had to make sure it wasn't Draco she wanted.

But he laughed, how could she want Draco?Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?

Other than that, even Harry Potter would do it, he would cut off the excess from that little bastard himself.

She looked at him and suddenly laughed, "I believe you." She put her finger on his, "I won't have children either," she said, "I don't like children."

She looked away and didn't know where to look, "They are all irrational beings."

But you're small too, and he couldn't help smiling, kissing her cheek through her blond hair.A kid under 15 is saying he hates kids.It's so cute, isn't it?

He murmured, "You'll be all right, miss," and he paused. "You're my little finger."

She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she just blinked and said softly, "But, if one day, I make you sad," she put her arms around his shoulders, "Grandpa, I just want you to remember, I'm sorry. "

How childish she was in her voice and manner, and she was only a child.

She said, "You know some things no matter how hard we try..."

"You'll be all right," he murmured, "and if one day," he kissed her forehead, "I'll swallow you in my belly..."

The girl froze for a while, she raised her head, grabbed his shoulders, and said, "You know that sounds scary, don't you?"

He realized.

He said, "I mean, I will protect you at all costs," he said, "my lady, my dearest lady, if anyone wants to hurt you, whoever he is, he must step on My dead body passed by."

He paused for a moment, "No one can step on my dead body, because I am immortal."

"You can do anything," he continued. "Really, miss, you can do anything."

She lowered her head and remained silent.

He subconsciously kissed her cheek again. It was rare for her not to show disgust at his repeated kissing behavior today. He knew that she actually didn't like people touching her.

But, but...

He obsessively needs to rely on kissing her to give himself a sense of security, he can't want more, and doesn't need more.

He just wanted to kiss her, without any evil thoughts, simply kiss her.

As long as she's alive it's fine.As long as she is warm, can talk and smile, then she can do anything.

He knew that as long as she was here, he would be fine.

He really wanted to eat her, and if he did, he would never lose her again.

Miss, he almost said, don't leave me, miss, stay here, stay here forever.

She buried her head in his arms and rubbed it, then pushed his hands away, slipped out by herself, rested her head on his knees again, and let him insert her fingers into her hair.

She had fallen asleep on his lap, but she was still sleepy.

She sleeps less and less at night, and will need to take a nap during the day, usually in a half-asleep and half-awake state for about 10 minutes.

However, today's 10 minutes is obviously not enough.

She usually does not sleep soundly when she sleeps like this, but rarely dreams.

Sleep is essential, but she doesn't want so many dreams, and she doesn't like most of her dreams.

He was beside her, patted her back awkwardly, and stroked her long golden hair, which inexplicably made her sleepy again.

She fell asleep again drowsily.