[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

"Who told me to go to the Quidditch field for training?" Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, his chest heaved up and down, obviously suppressing his anger, "Why did I see you again in the hunting ground?!"

"Christina, I didn't mean to lie to you." Draco wanted to pull Roy into his arms, but as soon as Draco stretched out his hand, Roy took a step back.

"You just lied to me!"

"I can't tell you that I went to see the Hippogriff being executed..." Draco frowned helplessly, "I don't want you to witness such a cruel thing."

"You also know cruelty?" Roy poked Draco's chest angrily, "I heard you say you want to collect the head of the eagle horse, huh?"

"I was just kidding..." Draco's eyes were innocent, Roy bit his lip, turned and left.

She was walking fast, and Draco followed her easily with his long legs, even walking at a normal pace.

When he walked to the basement, Roy was already a little out of breath, and his delicate face was flushed. I don't know if it was due to anger or because he couldn't keep up with his physical strength.

"Tired?" Draco asked with a smile, "Do you want me to carry you back?"

Roy glanced at Draco, who was completely unaffected, and stuffed the glass jar containing the potion formula into his hand, and said angrily, "Send it to Professor Snape's office."

Draco's attention was quickly attracted by the contents of the jar, and he asked with a look of disgust, "What's this dark thing?"

"Bugs and roots of some plants." Roy said lightly, "Hurry up and deliver them, the professor will be angry if it's late."

"Okay, what about you?"

"I'm going to rest for a while." After speaking, Roy ignored the disappointment on Draco's face, turned and walked to the common room.

Roy didn't go back to the dormitory directly. She had just finished making a cup of black tea when she saw a boy with platinum hair come into the lounge.

He leaned close to Roy and coaxed softly, "Honey, don't be angry..."

Roy snorted coldly, stirring the black tea casually.

"I promise I will never lie to you in the future, okay?"

"Hmph..." Roy felt that his words were not very credible.

Draco moved closer, "I know I've been busy with Quidditch recently, and I've been neglecting you, so I specially pushed today's training to accompany you."

Roy's face softened a little, he turned his eyes away from him, and said in a low voice, "Hug..."

Draco was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and pulled Roy into his arms, rubbed her hair, and said softly, "Christina...why are you so cute?"

"Cheat me next time, I really ignore you, I hate cheating the most..."

Draco's body froze, and he pretended to ask casually: "Then what if there is something that has to be kept from you in the future?"

Roy immediately understood that Draco was trying to test her. After a moment of silence, he looked into his eyes and said seriously: "If there is something that has to be concealed, there is no way, but of course I still hope to Tell me, we're together after all, aren't we..." Roy asked deliberately, "What are you hiding from me?"

"Of course not, honey." Draco vetoed softly, and even gave Roy a comforting kiss.

Roy, who already knew the truth, was a little disappointed. She said that just now, hoping that Draco would understand that she would be with Draco no matter what, and she only hoped that Draco would tell herself.But Draco didn't, maybe he didn't trust Roy.

To be honest, Roy was really sad, she whispered: "Really? I hope so..."

On the first Saturday after the Easter break, the Slytherin-Gryffindor match was due to take place.

Slytherin had a two-hundred-point lead in the total game points, and Gryffindor had to surpass those points to win the Champions Cup, which also meant that the burden of winning fell on Harry, who needed to grasp the huge gap Go to the Golden Snitch with a score of 150 to make up for it.

But Roy still feels that this year's Champions Cup still belongs to Slytherin. 200 points is not a small number. Taking a step back, Harry really caught the Golden Snitch and won the game, but if Gryffindor didn't lead by 50 points, the Champions Cup would still belong to Slytherin.

The hostility between Draco and Harry can be said to have reached its highest point, because Buckbeak, who was supposed to be executed, escaped inexplicably, and Harry received the latest and fastest flying broom - the rocket crossbow .

There has never been such a serious smell of gunpowder/powder in the air before a game.During this holiday, the two colleges facing each other repeatedly broke the critical point.There were frequent skirmishes in the corridors, culminating in a fight between a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year in the infirmary because they couldn't stand each other's foul language.

Harry was followed by Goyle and Crabbe wherever he went, which was obviously ordered by Draco...

In such a tense atmosphere, Roy also became uneasy. When Draco and her hurriedly finished breakfast in the auditorium, they were about to leave with the rest of the academy team.Roy suddenly put his arms around Draco's neck in front of the four colleges and gave him a passionate kiss.

A group of people booed, Roy blushed a little, and said softly, "Good luck, Draco."

"Of course, Christina, you are my goddess of luck." Draco hooked his lips into a charming smile, and lowered his head to press Roy's lips again.

Although Draco was hiding it well, Roy noticed that Draco was paler than usual, and deep inside he was still nervous.

Roy also wanted to tell Draco not to face the sun, it would hurt his vision, but Draco was already far away when he recovered.

Blaise said: "Don't worry, Draco's technique is very good, there will be absolutely no problem."

"Yes." Roy nodded, "Of course I believe him."

"Come on, let's go to the Quidditch pitch."

In the field, the players of the two teams walked out of the field in a tsunami-like call.The audience divided into two factions wore crimson and dark green rose knots, and Slytherin was waving the flag with the house emblem on his head, and the silver snake was shining brightly in the sun, and they shouted with enthusiasm: "Damn!" / Down to Gryffindor! Slytherin won the Champions Cup again!"

When the captains of the two sides shook hands, it was as if they wanted to crush each other's fingers.With the whistle of the referee, fourteen brooms quickly rose into the air, and the commentator's voice was almost covered by the shouts of the audience.

The game was very intense, several female players were almost knocked off the broom, Gryffindor scored first, and then they got a penalty for viciously attacking their opponents.

Draco wanted to prevent Gryffindor from getting 50 points while chasing the Snitch with Harry, which seemed to be very hard work.

Gryffindor was as full of energy as if he had beaten chicken blood. He even scored free throws every time, and the score was pulled to 80 to 20. The situation was not optimistic for Slytherin.Roy held his hand tightly, frowning deeper and deeper.

Draco's excellent ball skills brought him closer and closer to the Snitch, and he was diving, getting closer and closer to victory.Harry hurriedly chased after him on his rocket crossbow. Although Draco was far ahead of him, the rocket crossbow quickly caught up with Draco's Nimbus 2001.

Draco didn't care about Harry next to him, he looked at the Golden Snitch who was close at hand, he left the broom and jumped over——

"He caught it!!"

Screams and cheers erupted from the dark green sea of ​​people, and everyone's eyes were on the platinum-blond boy.

Draco fell to the grass, his blond hair messed up and his green robes stained with dirt.He held the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

Roy laughed then, her vision blurred with tears, "Draco won! Slytherin won the Champions Cup!"

When Draco stood on the podium, Dumbledore and the huge Quidditch Cup were waiting there, and when Slytherin captain Flynn handed the cup to Draco, he held it aloft , with a confident smile on his face, enjoying everyone's applause and cheers.

At this moment, all the glory belongs to Draco, all belongs to Slytherin!

"Look, Christina, I won!" When the awards ceremony was over, Draco hurried towards Roy with the Snitch in hand.

"I'm so jealous, Draco."

He opened his gray-blue eyes wide in surprise, and didn't understand what Roy said, "What's wrong?"

"The way those girls look at you... really makes me jealous." Roy said with a smile, and before he finished speaking, he was pulled into a warm embrace.

Draco hugged her tightly, as if to rub her into his body.

"Never mind the people who don't matter." His mesmerizing, low-pitched voice was close to your ears, "You know what, I'm so happy...the first person I want to share my joy with is you, Christy Na."

The world around Draco exudes dazzling light, and the distance between Roy and him can be filled with just a hug.