[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Ron has been complaining about not being able to find a dance partner these days, and his face is very ugly, "We will be the only ones in the whole school who can't find a dance partner."

Harry sighed. "I think it's harder to find a girl to dance than a dragon."

Ron held his forehead helplessly, he suddenly looked at Hermione and Simo, and suddenly realized:

"By the way, aren't you girls? You can dance with us, that's great, there are just two of you!"

Hermione's complexion turned very bad in an instant, and her tone became unhappy, "You have really good eyesight."

Simo snorted, and she grabbed Hermione's arm, "Forget it Ron, we've already been invited."

"Will someone really invite you two tomboys??" Ron's voice suddenly rose, "You won't lie to us again, will you?"

At this moment, almost everyone in the study room turned their heads to look at them.

Professor Snape, who was on patrol here, came over their heads one by one.Simo rubbed her sore head and glared at Ron angrily.

Hermione could hardly bear it anymore. She quickly finished her Potions homework, stood up, and said coldly, "I'm not in the mood to lie to you."

Speaking of which, Hermione handed over the Potions homework to Snape, and then walked away without looking back.

"Simo, are you really not lying?" Ron still didn't give up, he touched Simo with his arm, and asked in a low voice.

Simo also finished her homework in a hurry, and she kicked Ron's leg unceremoniously:

"Hurry up and find a way to find a dance partner. Don't dance alone with your broom"

Simo finally decided to agree to Fein's invitation. To be honest, she didn't want to go to the ball alone.

On the eve of the ball, Ms. Finnigan mailed a set of dresses to Simo. When Simo took the dress out of the package, Hermione and the others surrounded her.

This is an extremely delicate dress, the skirt is a gradient of dark blue, as if soaked in the color of the ocean, and it is inlaid with pearls, just like the sky full of stars.

At the same time, Ms. Finnigan also mailed the emerald necklace that Seymour's grandfather had given her.

There was also a letter in the package, which Simo opened.

Dear Sims:

This is my school dress,

wish you a beautiful night

Love your mother

Ginny looked at Simo with envy, "Simo, your dress is so beautiful, and you will definitely be the most dazzling at that time."

Ximo spread her hands and said helplessly, "No way, the dresses of those young ladies must be more beautiful than mine."

Hermione, Lavender nodded approvingly.

Lavender said incongruously, "Simour is right. Last time I saw that Parkinson showing off triumphantly. She said her dress was so expensive."

Parvati also said in disgust, "I'm really fed up with her. She even flaunted that her dance partner is Malfoy. What's so great about it. She really embarrasses us girls."

Simo was taken aback for a moment, she felt as if there was something stuffy in her chest, which made her unable to say a word.

Draco invited Pansy after all.

Whoever he invited had nothing to do with her, but she didn't know why she was in such a low mood.

At this time, Ginny said that the Weasley twins invented scented fireworks, and they wanted to secretly set them off at the dance.

But Simo listened absent-mindedly. She lay on the bed, buried her face in the soft pillow, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in her mind.

Those scenes that happened in the past seemed to haunt her a little bit. She thought of that rainy day, the Hogwarts Express, and the Quidditch World Cup.Thought of countless times in class.

She suddenly felt Draco's figure everywhere, his figure haunting her, making her breathless.

The seed buried in the deepest part of my heart unexpectedly began to take root uncontrollably, germinate, grow, flourish, and bloom the most gorgeous flowers in that corner of my heart.

She seems to like Draco!

Realizing this idea, Simo's face instantly became very bad, and she suddenly remembered Professor Trelawney's prediction that she would fall in love with someone she shouldn't love.

She is a Gryffindor, how could she like a sinister Slytherin.

Simo covered her face, but she couldn't restrain her crazy thoughts at all, she stood up abruptly: "I'll go out for a while."

She felt that she should go outside to calm down, and let the wind blow her cranky head hard.

It was already late, the sun had just set, and the stars were dotted in the sky,

Ximo walked aimlessly with her arms folded. Ximo's face was slightly reddened by the wind. She secretly wrapped her robe tightly around her body, sniffed her nose, and blew into her palms, as if feeling cold Fingers, warm up slowly.

"Do you want to go to the Christmas ball with steam?" Suddenly a faint voice sounded.

It's Draco!

Ximo was taken aback for a moment, she felt that her originally calm heart was flustered again, especially after she was still aware of her own intentions.

She felt her heartbeat began to beat abnormally again, even a little cramped.She wanted to run away, but couldn't move.For a while, the heart beat and even the ears roared.

Simo clenched her fingers, her palms were sweaty,

She took a deep breath and turned around, pursing her lips and shaking her head.

Unexpectedly, Draco tore off his scarf and threw it to Simo. He turned his face away and said slightly uncomfortable, "If you don't want to catch a cold, put it on."

Simo took the scarf in a daze. It was a Slytherin green scarf. The warm touch melted into his hands little by little, and the green color seemed no longer cold.

She looked up at Draco, and asked hesitantly, "Red with green?"

She must be so weird wearing a Slytherin scarf.It just doesn't fit in with her uniform.

But unexpectedly, Draco took back his scarf, approached Simo, and wrapped it around her with his own hands.

Simo was completely stunned. She saw Draco's face close at hand, watching the shadow cast by his long eyelashes.

She felt the boy's movements were clumsy but gentle.

The thick scarf wrapped Simo's face, which seemed to still carry Draco's faint breath, and Simo's face burned quickly, and her body temperature had begun to become hot uncontrollably.

Draco's gray-blue eyes stared at her, and he said slowly, "Green matches you well."

Simo felt her heart stagnate, she lowered her head, her voice hesitated, and repeated, "But I'm a Gryffindor."

Draco raised his brows slightly, and his gray-blue eyes had a strange expression, "So what?"

Simo raised her head abruptly, she looked at Draco in disbelief, his tone made her flustered even more.

She opened her mouth, as if thinking of something, she said in a muffled voice after a while: "You... did you really invite Parkinson?"

"Do you mind?" Draco stared closely at Seymour's eyes, as if trying to find something in her eyes.

Simo felt Draco's burning gaze, and she almost blurted out, "I...I..."

"What?" Draco suddenly approached her a little bit, her figure was almost enveloped by his figure, and she felt their aura lingering in this small space little by little.

He approached step by step, his eyes burning.

She was overwhelmed and distraught.

Simo pulled off the green scarf around her neck, and she said loudly, "I don't mind!"

Then he threw the scarf to Draco, and ran in the direction of the castle.

Simo only left Draco with a smaller and smaller figure. Draco cast his gaze forward and subconsciously clenched the scarf in his hand.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow's plot will be absolutely explosive hahaha