[HP] Tsundere from afar

It has to be said that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Draco was now exercising his privileges as host very well, and he opened the door of his room suddenly as I passed by.

"You scared me to death, Draco." I frowned and looked at the bad boy, and then I saw his boundless spring.

Draco was only wearing a bath towel loosely around his waist at the moment, his platinum blonde hair was covered with water droplets, some water droplets dripped on his beautiful white chest, and there were a few drops of water on his delicately contoured cheeks. flushed, I suspect he just took a shower.

I swallowed with difficulty, knowing that I have never been able to stand Draco's seduction.

And this bad boy actually raised the corners of his mouth, and then held up his slender fingers to make a silent gesture to me. The mischievous water droplets flowed down his pointed face to his chest, and finally penetrated into his loose bath towel.I can't help but sip those drops of water that like to steal my attention.

"Come in, Eve." Draco looked around the corridor vigilantly, his words were close to teasing, but I was also teased and followed him into the room.

His room was full of English simplicity and elegance. The green curtains or the bed curtains were embroidered with silver exquisite embroidery, all of which showed Draco's dignity and wealth as a pure blood.

I was locked on the door by Draco, his wet hair left those scented water droplets on my neck, those water droplets had a temperature close to Mars: "How do you know I passed the door?"

"Magic." Draco chuckled, his breath gently slapping my cheek, and then pressed a kiss with a crisp "pop".

"Don't expect me to boast about how amazing your magic is."

The time gap was so long that Draco and I hugged and kissed so quickly that we forgot the time and place.

I wrapped my arms around Draco's waist in a vicious way, regardless of the drops of water wetting my collar and face, and let the scent that stained Draco's body stick to me as well.We hugged behind the door panel, our clothes rumpled by Draco, and his already baggy towels had long since fallen off.

He hugged my waist impatiently, as if he was peeling off layers of petals of a rose, and then the stamens were tender and beautiful, stained with the fragrance of his bath and permeating the color of joy.

I was so provoked by Draco that I trembled a little like an electric shock, standing against the white door panel, I felt more and more hot when my skin touched each other.We used this door almost as another kind of bed, though it always put us in rather odd positions.

"Do you think it's not the first time for me, so you don't need to cherish me?" Draco's movements became more and more violent, and I felt that my face must have turned red and white, and there was some expression that I couldn't bear to look at. .

"No, I have always cherished it." He hugged my head, and his thin lips pressed heavily against my forehead and cheeks, "Don't think so, Eve."

He slams me against the door again, with that smirk I like: "I'm loving you, Eve."

I rolled my eyes in disgust, expressing that I didn't quite believe that he would say anything serious in his current state.And Draco's growth rate really caught me by surprise, as if yesterday I treated him as a son, today he can let me have a son.

Through his implicitly serious gray-blue eyes, I saw myself reflected in his eyes, with blond hair and a disheveled expression, and I said with a bit of anger: "You are obviously taking revenge on me for a few days ago Avoid you, Draco."

He bit the tooth marks on my shoulder with a sense of punishment: "You still know you're avoiding me, huh?"

With Draco's rhythm, my waist kept bumping against the door.Just as he reached out to unbutton my shirt, the door we were leaning on began to be knocked, and this situation that made us both feel super nervous came without warning.

"Draco?" Narcissa's voice followed the knock on the door.

Draco and I looked at each other in a panic. He anxiously picked up the bath towel on the floor and wrapped it around his waist, with a frustrated and painful expression on his face, just like I saw him in the owl tower in the first grade The kind of cuteness at the time: "Come here, Eve."

He opened the closet not far away and called out to me in a low voice.

"Are you inside, Draco?" Narcissa knocked on the door again: "Draco?"

"Wardrobe?!" I glanced at Draco a bit tangled, then hid in this rather messy and narrow closet, then poked my head out to look at Draco and asked softly, "What do you do?"

He glanced in the direction of the door and just wanted to respond to Narcissa, when I covered his mouth, I pouted at a certain part of him with an extremely embarrassed expression, knowing that a bath towel would reveal his true colors: "you sure?"

"Draco?" Narcissa's voice was helpless, "I'm coming in, Draco."

So the moment Narcissa twisted the doorknob, he and I shrank into the closet together.

Everything is just right.

Narcissa frowned slightly when she entered the room, and then walked casually. Her steps were graceful and brisk, which was very different from our two young lovers who were huddled in the closet and entangled with each other's breathing. difference.

Draco and I looked at each other in the dark, and our breath became hotter and hotter.Our cheeks suddenly got closer and closer until we kissed each other ferociously like beasts——

Hell, know that Narcissa is at the door.

But we really couldn't bear it anymore, an impulse that I don't know how to describe dominated my brain, I felt hot in my head, as if I would be very sorry for this kind of favorable environment without kissing Draco.

Turns out we're both just as bad, not a family that doesn't share a bed.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked, frowning, and then she muttered, "Not here?"

At this time, Draco suddenly left my lips, and his gray-blue eyes flashed teasing and irritation, and he leaned close to my ear and said something to me.Although I wish I hadn't heard those words, because it's definitely not something a gentleman would say, nor a lady would do.

You know, when I saw Draco's eyes, I felt that things were not so pure.

"No." I whispered, looking at him in embarrassment. We had to stand opposite each other in a small space, which made it difficult for us to move close to each other.

"Please, Eve." His wet eyes really made my heart pound.

Through the gap in the cabinet door, I saw Narcissa walking towards the door. I refused him with some difficulty. The voice was so soft that it was close to a whisper, but it was even more charming in this situation: "You are dreaming."

Then this sleazy guy who looked like an old hooligan slowly rubbed against my chest, like a cute fluffy pet hospital: "My best Eve, please let me have a good dream?"

After Narcissa walked out of the room, I still did what Draco said——

Because now, one of us is not a gentleman but a bad boy, and the other is even less likely to be a lady, but a female hooligan who shows her true colors.

But I have to brush my teeth when I get back to the room.

Voldemort seems to be a shadow that can never be shaken off. I have been cursing him lately for disappearing on the way back.So that every night when Draco visited me at night, he could see me praying with my hands folded and my eyes closed.

"Is this some kind of magical ritual?" My ignorant and cute boyfriend asked a little embarrassedly, and Draco took advantage of the opportunity to sit on my bed and pat my head.

I continued to put my hands together, with a godlike look: "I'm praying for something very serious!"

"What?" He frowned a little, his gray-blue eyes looked at me warmly and narrowly, and suddenly there was a trace of surprise: "Are you praying for a child?"

Embarrassed and stiff, I turned my head and met Draco's eyes. He even couldn't wait to unbutton the front of his shirt, looking like a wolf.I looked along the shirt he took off, and Draco's white and firm chest muscles were shining in my eyes in a trance, which made me turn my eyes and swallow a mouthful of saliva embarrassingly.

I think time is really a butcher's knife. My cute innocent little Draco with baby fat on his face and pouty mouth has turned into an anxious look. I can't bear to watch it any longer——

Stretch out your feet and take Draco.Malfoy kicked off the bed.

It is estimated that Draco interrupted my prayer every night, and the gods far away in the east did not respond to my request.Voldemort came back healthy and healthy, and Bella really rushed to kiss the corner of his robe impatiently.

This made me unable to bear to look directly at it again. You must know that Voldemort’s robes dragged the floor. Although it is black and dirt-resistant, he just went out for a trip. Maybe the robes haven’t been changed or washed for several days. Maybe when I passed by some lawns, I brushed some animals' excrement... Bella, you can't stop talking, baby respect you, you are a man!

And Greyback knelt down directly; Yakore chose to kiss the corner of his robe; Lucius bent over ninety degrees, I doubt his old waist would be broken; Narcissa knelt down with some very elegant etiquette... …And after some confidantes more or less expressed their excitement and happiness for Voldemort’s return with some difficult moves, I stepped forward with some hesitation and directly rejected some difficult moves.

"Eve, long time no see." Voldemort was obviously in a good mood, and this runaway manga gave me a shallow smile, and he looked at me a little bit superiorly, "Don't you want to show loyalty and joy to my return?" ?”

"Of course, welcome back, my lord." I bent my knees slightly and tried to get off the stage, but Bella looked at me as if questioning if I wanted to do a Cruciatus.

Then I retreated silently, stepped forward and hugged this unprepared runaway manga.Believe me, Voldemort himself and I were as stiff as mummies without any sparks of passion colliding.

Who will God forgive?

After all, I've been using myself as a man for months.

After the hug, he stood behind the stunned Bella under the more or less admiring eyes of everyone. I believe Draco would not be so foolish as to be jealous of Voldemort.

"Very good." As expected of Voldemort, Rampage Manga quickly adjusted his state. He gave me a slightly disgusted look, but soon became serious, and began to assign some specific tasks in a serious manner.

"Akore, I need you to find Dumbledore's grave." Voldemort hurried up the stairs, followed by a crowd of henchmen. "Greyback, you continue to support the campaign to eradicate Muggle-seeds."

"Okay, my master." The werewolf said to Voldemort respectfully.

"Selwyn, speed up the hunt for Harry Potter, you must live!"

"Yes." Benson.Selwyn was like a street rat at the moment.

"Bella..."

I almost listened to Voldemort's orders word by word, because these have nothing to do with me, until a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in my ear---

"Eve."

"Eve?" Voldemort turned his head in dissatisfaction, met my astonished expression, and frowned as expected: "How is your practice of the Unforgivable Curse?"

"It's okay." I replied with the corners of my mouth slightly pulled, "As usual, it's fine."

"..." Voldemort's pale face became increasingly dissatisfied, and he still snorted: "Then continue practicing."

I always feel that Voldemort really wants me to practice the Three Unforgivable Curses, as if that would make him very happy.This eagerness for success made me a little unstoppable and the word "conspiracy" appeared in my mind.

"Who do you hate, Eve?" Voldemort asked suddenly, this question made me a little overwhelmed.

Because I actually hate him the most.

"No one." I could only answer Voldemort helplessly.

"Tell me one." He suddenly said bewitchingly: "Anyone who makes you feel uncomfortable."

"No." I felt a little distracted at that moment, and unconsciously glanced at a female reporter in a certain magazine, and suddenly muttered a name: "Rita Skeeter."

The moment I blurted out the name, Voldemort shouted an order: "Get Rita Skeeter!"

As if he was reading some decree, Greyback, who had been standing by, almost immediately walked out of the study to carry out Voldemort's orders, faster than a mad dog.

I broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, because the name I just blurted out was actually a very innocent person, and I felt sorry for Rita.Skeeter doesn't dislike much, but if she came to Malfoy Manor because of me, I fear what will happen to her.

To put it bluntly, will you die?