DHr Blue Knight's Fairy

"God, stay away from me!"

Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at Draco. It's only been a day, but she felt that her patience had been exhausted. Draco's nonchalant attitude stimulated her all the time.

She kept reminding herself that she was responsible, otherwise her wand would have cast a jinx on Draco.In the past two days, as long as she has time during the day, she will stay in the library with Draco. In the afternoon, she will continue to read ancient runes and interpret Gosque documents. Draco will come again only when there are fewer people. library.But at night, he will leave early, and he will never tell her what she is going to do. Although she is very dissatisfied, in order to find out the cause of the side effect as soon as possible, she also gives up the idea of ​​further investigation and will read as much as possible.

Draco's symptoms persisted, and Hermione approached Professor Slughorn, who said he had never heard of such a side effect, and the library materials failed to give any valuable information.

It was already the third day, and Draco arrived at the library at seven o'clock, and he walked towards their old seat with some sleepiness.He would go to the Room of Requirement every night, and he hadn't forgotten the task the Dark Lord had given him, but the results were not as expected.When he got to the table, he found that someone was already there, and Hermione was resting on the table.

She closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly occasionally, and her even breathing was extraordinarily peaceful in the quiet library.She was asleep so soundly that Draco didn't even notice when he pulled the chair over to sit next to her.She seems to have read two more books, God knows when she will come.

Draco's previous tiredness was swept away, he was not in a hurry to read, but turned to look at her sideways.The slowly rising sun was just blocked by Draco's back, and Hermione still slept soundly in the shadows.Draco held her hair with one hand and gently played with it. The usually thick and fluffy hair became extremely soft at this moment, and the hair color was the color of honey under the sun. She was like a docile kitten at the moment.

"When you are quiet, you are obviously beautiful."

When Hermione woke up, she was still alone. She stretched in a daze. She was probably driven crazy by Malfoy. She came to the library at 05:30 this morning, and there are still five books left. Book, this is their last hope.She saw that there were still very few people around, and it seemed that it hadn't been long, but Malfoy didn't seem to be here yet.

Only then did she discover a note at the bottom of the book.

"Thanks to you, Granger, I have to make a fool of myself. I hope you wake up and remember that there is a prefect task today. I will come back later. Also, you can try the breakfast you gave me these two days. It's disgusting."

Hermione found two croissants on the back of the book, so Draco came to the library and then went to the lobby by himself?She could imagine how panicked and ridiculous he looked.

Hermione was glad that she didn't fall asleep completely, she actually forgot the task of prefect, but fortunately, there was still time to rush to find Professor McGonagall.She took a bite of bread while walking, what's wrong with him to bring breakfast for himself?

Having said that, "Is the stuffed pumpkin so disgusting?"

Draco remembered that he had left the list of Slytherin students in the common room, and today it was his turn to do the prefect task with Granger, of course he applied for it, although Professor McGonagall's expression could not be seen, but There was obvious surprise in her tone.

He liked when people expressed surprise, especially when they saw him and Hermione together, and he didn't know why, but there was a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The Slytherin lounge is based on green and silver, and the whole room has a gloomy feeling.He suddenly remembered that in the library in the morning, it was the first time he was so peaceful with her, and there seemed to be a warm breath in the whole air.This felt extremely strange, and although he didn't reject it, the person who brought him this experience shouldn't be Hermione.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy, have you overplayed yourself recently?"

Snape's icy voice sounded from behind Draco, making the previous warmth completely disappear.Draco turned his head blankly, and there was nothing behind him.

"Professor, your words are somewhat inaccurate. I am still doing my duty."

"Don't talk back Draco, I know what you're doing."

Draco was pushed against the wall by Snape, the sudden attack made Draco unprepared, his back was hit hard, and he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.Snape gripped his neck, showing no signs of letting go.

"You and Miss Granger are not from the same world. We both know the relationship between her and Potter, so stay away from her."

"She doesn't know anything."

"It's best, don't forget, your destiny is in your own hands."

"You are wrong, none of us can control our own destiny."

Although Draco couldn't see Snape, his eyes were still looking straight ahead, full of indifference.Snape was silent for a few seconds, then let go of his hand, and a large amount of air was poured into his throat, causing Draco to cough violently.

"Drink this."

Draco's face was flushed with blood, and he felt Snape lift his hand, and place a bottle on top of him.

"what is this?"

"Professor Slughorn told me about your situation, and this is the antidote."

"How do you know the antidote?"

"When you have searched the library, you might as well read the books in Malfoy Manor first."

Snape said nonchalantly, Draco didn't realize it for a while, could it be that the answer they have been looking for for so long is in Malfoy Manor?

"Draco, remember to drink it."

Snape didn't know what to say.He had seen Draco and Hermione together more than once before, and he felt puzzled, but later he found out that Draco had produced special effects on himself in order to save Hermione in Potions class.He knew that symptom, and he had experienced it before.

Since Draco could only see Hermione—

"It's ironic."

Snape dropped a cold sentence, and left the common room without looking back.Draco looked at the bottle, the light blue liquid was stained with a mysterious color in the dark room.Snape's unintelligible words were entrenched in his mind, what did he mean?The only thing that could tell him the answer was Malfoy Manor.

When Draco went to Professor McGonagall's office, Hermione was about to walk out of the office, her face was a little reddish, her eyes lit up when she saw Draco, revealing joy, then froze, and turned into anger .

"Where have you been, you have been late for a long time."

"Take the student list, what is the task of the prefect?" He casually raised the list in his hand.

"Professor McGonagall asked us to contact some of the lower grade students who did not report to the school. As you know, there are obviously fewer students this semester. Some students have dropped out of school, but some have not come to class for a long time due to psychological barriers. Most of them are low-grade students. Regarding grades, parents and schools are actively communicating, but this mainly depends on the wishes of the students, our job is to guide them, let them return to school as much as possible, and let them believe that Hogwarts is still safe."

"How long it will be safe, sooner or later this place will be targeted."

Draco said calmly, his words were like an ice pick piercing into Hermione's heart, painful and cold, she felt that this kind of Draco was very strange, not like the naughty noble boy in ordinary times, but, those people.

"Malfoy, you can't say such things. Now that you are still in school, you have the obligation to fulfill your duties as a Slytherin prefect. Protecting the school is what you should do."

Protect the school?

Draco turned his head, he looked at Hermione with an intriguing look, Hermione felt flustered for some reason, she didn't understand the meaning in his eyes, what was it?Will it be as others have guessed, he is already doing things for them.No, she didn't want to think about it anymore, even if it was a little bit, she didn't want to really regard him as an enemy.

Hermione finally found that she was very reluctant to admit that Draco had something to do with the Death Eaters, which was not contradictory to her hating him, they were completely different feelings.

"Let's go, we still have tasks."

Hermione hugged the book in front of her chest, deliberately avoiding Draco's gaze, and walked forward quickly.Draco stared at Hermione but didn't answer any more. A piece of paper fell out of her book when he passed by him, but Hermione didn't seem to notice it. Draco bent down to pick it up and found that it wasn't paper. , but what Pansy once loved to write to him most.

Looking at the pink envelope that he had seen countless times, Draco's heart suddenly became extremely irritable.Draco's book couldn't help clutching the letter in his hand, who wrote it?The object is actually that Granger?

"If you don't leave, Malfoy, we're going to be late again."

Seeing that Draco hadn't followed, Hermione had to turn around and urge her loudly.Is it because of that reddish face when I saw her walking out of the office before?How pure is she going to be?Who is that poor-sighted person?

Damn it, what does it matter to him!

Hermione urged again in dissatisfaction, Draco cursed in a low voice, he subconsciously hid the letter, but when he walked in front of Hermione, he returned the letter to Hermione.Hermione blushed a little more when she saw the letter snatched from Draco's hand immediately.

"Put away your letter, Granger, and you look so stupid."

Draco gave his usual sarcasm smile after speaking, Hermione was very baffled by his sudden verbal attack, and wanted to fight back but found that there was something wrong there.

"What are you mad about, Malfoy?"

"Ridiculous, why should I be angry?"

Draco's words made Hermione a little confused, she didn't even know the reason for what she blurted out subconsciously, why did she think he was angry?Because of feeling?Or, this letter?

Oh come on Hermione, he was just trying to laugh at you for the first time you got a love letter, that's what he was after.Hermione was surrounded by a great sense of loss. In fact, the few days with Draco were not as bad as imagined. Draco, who had lost his stubborn appearance, was unexpectedly a serious and reliable person. When Hermione wanted to start changing When looking at him, he still seems to be no different from the domineering children before.

"Yes, it's the first time I've received a love letter, but you don't have to mock me like this. I thought you had learned how to respect other people's feelings when you grew up. Obviously I was wrong."

Hermione said angrily and turned her head away, Draco didn't expect Hermione's reaction to be so big, he stood there stiffly, he didn't mean to ridicule her, he was just, just—very irritable, he I don't want her to show to other strange men that he will never get it.

Inside the Room of Requirement Draco was staring at the bottle of pale blue liquid, thinking only of Hermione.The effect of this medicine was so wonderful that now he could not only see Hermione, but even think about Hermione.

"Damn!"

He cursed in an attempt to relieve the pain in his chest, but to no avail.What is he hesitating about?Snape gave him the antidote, and after drinking this, everything would return to normal, he was still the mighty Malfoy, and she was still the righteous Gryffin.In such a period, their intersection will also be disconnected because of this.

Draco stared at the transparent glass bottle, he walked thoughtfully to the disappearing cabinet, the dark cabinet seemed to suck everything in.Draco bent down to put the glass bottle in, his light gray eyes were fogged, and after a few seconds, he closed his eyes and slowly closed the cabinet.

☆、Part6

Hermione sat in the library with few people, reading a book for a while and then put it down again, her face was a little gloomy.Obviously he hurt someone again yesterday, but she still came to the library today, and her completely subconscious behavior surprised her.

This morning Hermione was alone in the library and continued to read the book she hadn't finished yesterday, and Draco didn't come.When the class was officially in session, they continued with the prefect's unfinished task yesterday, neither of them said anything but quietly doing their own work.In the afternoon, Slytherin was going to take the house test, and Hermione didn't have any classes. After school, she unexpectedly walked into the library again. Standing at the door, she seemed to see herself coming out with a tired face in the morning.

She has almost finished reading the book as a reference, and she still has no clue so far. She is more and more worried about when this symptom will disappear.She has consulted almost all the potions teachers at Hogwarts School, except Professor Snape, but no one knows the cause of Draco's symptoms.

Here's what Hermione thought about her overly "enthusiastic" behavior—she was only doing it for herself, and that Malfoy was fine with anything, as long as he stayed away from her.Yes, that's the truth, Hermione kept telling herself, as if hypnotized.

When she was thinking, she saw that the seat next to Draco was pulled away, and she said without raising her head, "I'm sorry, there are people here."

"I know."

Draco's voice was a little lazy, and he sat down naturally. When he sat down, he leaned forward and touched Hermione's shoulder. Hermione's unique citrus scent gave off a unique and spicy smell .The hearts of the two throbbed at the same time due to different touches, but on the surface they tacitly concealed each other's abnormal perfection.

"What about your college test?"

"finished."

Most of the questions today were about potions, which Draco was very good at.He took today's test very seriously, and he was the first one in the academy to hand in the paper.He left in a hurry, and Hermione's indifferent attitude towards him in the morning made him very dissatisfied. The annoyance he felt after seeing Hermione yesterday has not disappeared, and Draco didn't know why he handed in the paper so early for What, just wanted to get out and walk.

In the past, whenever he wanted to play tricks on Hermione, he would wait outside the library on purpose. It was amazing that he could meet her every time.When Draco passed by the library in the afternoon, he thought of the figure of that person, and walked in naturally.

Sure enough, this time was no exception.

After sitting down, Draco noticed that Hermione deliberately covered the writing with her hands when she saw him just now, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. This small act of concealing herself made Draco feel unexpectedly cute.Although he was calm on the surface, there was already an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked knowingly.

"Nothing, what are you doing here?"

Hermione immediately put other books on top of the previous potions book. She blinked unconsciously, but she completely exposed herself.Draco looked funny, but her clumsy actions made him feel a strange feeling, sour but sweet and gradually becoming richer, which made him want to get closer to her even more.Hermione was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Draco, she felt hot all over, and her eyes became a little dazed, which she had never felt before.

"Can I sit here?"

A strange voice broke the atmosphere of silence between the two of them. Hermione turned her head, and Cormac looked at her with a smile on her face. Yesterday was the love letter he sent her.Draco was by his side right now, and he had seen the love letter, and the situation before him made Hermione feel a little embarrassed.

"Yes, of course."

Hermione stuttered a bit, she glanced at Draco, his slightly raised eyes fell on the bookshelf obliquely in front of him without focus, he still couldn't see it.When he was in a trance, the chair had already been pulled away by Cormac, but the next second the chair moved back by itself, and Cormac fell to the ground, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding quickly attracted the attention of other students.

"Are you okay!" Hermione hurried to get up to help Cormike, but was pushed back on the chair by Draco.She looked at Draco puzzled, but he stared coldly at Cormac on the ground, with warning written in his eyes.

"I'm fine, fine." Cormac stood up from the ground in embarrassment, his gaze unconsciously falling on Draco's hand holding Hermione.At this moment, Hermione asked him again if he was okay, but Draco still didn't let go, and he kept staring at himself from the beginning to the end.He felt uncomfortable in the face of Hermione's concern and Draco's dangerous look.

"I think I'd better go to the classroom. Goodbye then." Cormack turned and left with an unnatural smile, bumping into the desks and chairs in the corridor as he walked.

"Malfoy, why are you doing this to him!"

Hermione shook off Draco's hand and questioned him angrily.Draco put away his wand calmly, it was obvious that he was responsible for the prank just now.

"Why do you care so much? Just because that person likes you?"

"Of course not! How do you know?"

"The whole grade knows it. No wonder, who made him like the famous Hermione Granger."

"That's enough Malfoy, don't keep mocking me, you're getting weirder...you're like Lavender who saw me and Ron walking away."

Hermione was taken aback by the words she blurted out, the meaning in her words was obvious - Malfoy, are you jealous.This cute thought haunted her. In fact, Draco hadn't been normal since seeing Cormac's love letter to her, just now.As a woman, Hermione's intuition told herself that Draco was jealous, although she didn't know the specific reason, anyway, the most normal reason was absolutely impossible.

"Are you kidding, do you know what you're talking about!" Draco clearly understood the meaning of the words.

"Well, I don't know, but I don't know what you're thinking."

"Granger, if you have brains, you should observe how he looks at you. The expression he looks at you is enough to explain everything."

"Cormike isn't as scary as you say, and... wait, what did you say, Malfoy?"

Hermione looked at Draco thoughtfully, what was wrong with what he said, where?

"Malfoy, you...you can see it?"

Hermione's inquiry was indeed with affirmative words, like a little black ink falling into the pool, coloring Draco's face.He didn't say a word with his tightly closed lips, and the surrounding atmosphere was extremely quiet.

"You teased him just now, and it's impossible for you to know what he looks like, let alone hear his voice..."

Hermione suddenly fell silent, and the look in Draco's eyes changed from doubt to conviction, but turned to be puzzled.

"When will you see it?"

Hermione's voice seemed to be carefully probing, and Draco folded his hands around his chest, with complex emotions in his eyes that Hermione couldn't understand.

"During the exam."

"You should tell me about such an important matter as soon as you come in!"

A hint of anger could be heard in Hermione's voice.Draco was silent, looking away from her.

"But it's great, now we can all be liberated."

Hermione pretended to be relaxed and said that on the one hand, she was happy that the headache symptom disappeared, on the other hand, the short time between the two of them was coming to an end, and there was an indescribable sadness in her heart.

"You hate me that much?"

Draco's expression showed no sense of joy at all. He looked at Hermione again with an indescribably serious expression. Her fiery gaze made Hermione's breathing disordered again.

Of course she hated him, but, but——now, it seemed to be different.

"Aren't you too?"

Instead of a positive answer, he left a rhetorical question back to Draco.

"When did I say I hate you?"

"Isn't it?! You have been against me since the first grade, trying to make fun of me and make things difficult for me. I haven't forgotten that you called me a mudblood for so many years. It's not hate."

"I......"

no.

Draco had figured out long ago that he didn't hate Hermione out of a hatred for her.From the first time she saw her, she couldn't tolerate him in her eyes. She always looked at her target firmly. What could make her notice other things? How could his eyes appear in her eyes? figure?Yes, he longed for his reflection in those ethereal brown pupils, so that he would become more and more naughty, as long as she could see him, no matter what method he wanted to try.But now, that curiosity has gone bad, it exudes a strange but alluring aura, the more Draco forces himself not to be greedy, the more addicted he becomes.

The two fell into silence. In just a few days, their relationship has become so delicate. A glance, a word, and even the unique scent of the other party are planted in the heart like seeds, taking root and sprouting.

"Granger."

He called her name softly like breathing.

"Thank you for these few days."

Draco said in a low voice, his eyes rarely showed sincerity but a trace of incomprehensible loss flashed across.

Facing Draco's sudden thanks, Hermione obviously couldn't digest it immediately, and she was far more surprised than moved.She watched him get up from his chair and head for the library door.

"...I didn't do anything either."

Hermione murmured softly, looked at his back, and thought that it would be okay to stay with him for a few more days.

"Granger."

"what happened?"

Draco turned around suddenly, and Hermione, who had been distracted before, replied in a somewhat dumbfounded way.

"Stay away from Cormac."

Draco's expression was full of disdain, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.Hermione stared blankly as Draco disappeared through the library doorway, until the crowd overlapped to cover the last touch of gold.Finally, she felt that Draco's every move was different for her.

Hermione didn't leave the library but continued to lower her head to read. She covered her flushed face with one hand due to the high temperature in the room. In an instant, the quiet library became the noisiest place in the world.

The week before school started, the Dark Lord took the rest of the Death Eaters to Malfoy Manor.Draco remembered that night, when his name was called in front of everyone, he stood up respectfully and walked towards him step by step.

The expression of the Dark Lord is always like a frozen wax figure, and his voice is extremely low and hoarse, like the beeping of the heart when the fear of the people is lifted.

"Today, let's welcome the youngest Death Eater in history!"

The Death Eaters around let out sharp cheers, and they laughed ferociously, as if they would die in the next second.Lucius couldn't hide the excitement on his face, he abandoned his dignity and submitted to his master, wasn't he just waiting for this day!

"Draco Malfoy, take your due."

Draco stretched out his left hand, the smooth and flawless skin seemed to be soaked in moonlight, sacred and inviolable.The dark lord's pale fingers that looked like dead branches walked on his arms, and the temperature of his hands was extremely cold, not at all the body temperature that any living thing should have.A distorted smile appeared on the Dark Lord's face, as if he was imagining that clean place being swallowed by darkness, and the strong discomfort coming from the Dark Lord's fingertips made Draco want to gag.

After a while, the Dark Lord took out his wand and outlined Draco's appearance like a ritual. The rest of the Death Eaters showed excited eyes.

Then a green light shot out from the wand, and there was a tingling pain in his left hand, which felt like being bitten by thousands of poisonous snakes.Draco's face was pale, and the image reflected in his light gray eyes twisted slowly, until a pitch-black snake crawled out of the skull.

Dark Mark.

Finally, he joined them anyway.

Draco didn't have much thought about joining the Death Eater, everything seemed to be a matter of course, his parents were both Death Eaters, isn't it destined to be his turn?

He looked at his parents, Lucius gave him approving glances, and Narcissa was in tears.

He didn't understand why his mother was crying.

Draco opened his eyes, and there was a dead silence in the room.He had just fallen asleep, dreaming about the night he joined the Death Eaters.From then on, he gradually understood that the fate of some people was decided very early, but he neither despaired of the current situation nor had hope for the future, and those indifferent struggles would only make people fall into a vortex that was difficult to escape.

He was Malfoy, he was a pure-blood nobleman, he was a Death Eater, and that was enough.

Three days had passed since being separated from Hermione, and these three days were like suffering, without her around, the unimaginable loneliness and some unknown emotion surging in Draco lingered.He tried his best to restrain the urge to look for her, but as soon as he saw her, she would chase after her body unconsciously. He realized that this was worse than the side effects of that potion.

Draco looked at the disappearing cabinet, he said the spell that night, he didn't know what was going on in his mind, to drink or not to drink?Therefore, he left this choice to the disappearing cabinet.However, that night, the disappearing cabinet didn't work. The faint blue liquid seemed to be looking into his eyes in the dark, asking his heart. After all, he still drank the antidote.He didn't want her to know, even though he would be exposed sooner or later, but he wanted to spend more time with her, so silence became his avatar.

"Kick-"

The sound of the stool moving was very abrupt in the place where even the breath was almost submerged. At this moment, Draco felt a chill in his heart and his whole body tensed up. He picked up his wand and looked around vigilantly.

"Kick-"

There was another movement, and the sound was moving, like some creature was scurrying around.Draco moved slowly following the sound, his expression calm and ready to strike.

He looked around carefully but found nothing, he didn't see anything.Draco stopped, he calmed down and looked along the sound, it was still empty.

Suddenly one evening the sunset slanted into his mind along the lines of memory. It was the day after the Quidditch match ended, he and Hermione met in the Buckeye Garden.

"The cup is flying."

He slightly looked down at the silver cup in his hand, opened his lips and teeth and chanted a spell, gradually a little cloudy water gushed out of the empty cup.Is that what she did?Dip your hand into the water and drop a few drops onto the ground.

The sound was still as loud as before, Draco took a few more drops, and then the sound disappeared.He took two steps forward, the water droplets stretched in the direction he was walking, and Draco vaguely felt something approaching him.

In this way, he walked to the door step by step, and the lemonade in the glass was about to run out.Opening the door he felt that the little thing had run away from him.

"The journey is over, stay away from me next time."

Draco looked up but met the stunned Hermione's eyes, he felt the corners of his mouth twitching, he must look so stupid!Draco turned his head immediately, with a calm expression on his face.

Didn't he warn Granger not to come again!

"...um, lemonade. Can't you see goblins?"

"Didn't I warn you not to come here?"

"I... Malfoy, what are you doing here again!"

Hermione's face was slightly embarrassed, and her tough attitude made Draco feel like she was evading her words.It seemed that it was inappropriate to continue repairing the disappearing cabinet tonight. He had to leave Hermione as soon as possible, and he could not continue to pester her. He quickly walked past Hermione.

"Answer me, Malfoy, what are you doing?"

Draco ignored her and walked on without looking back.

"Why are you walking so fast?"

"I have something to say!"

"Draco!"

Sure enough, Draco stopped.Hermione called that person Draco out of desperation, the never-before-seen pronunciation was like a cool wind passing over her tongue, her heart beat slowly and quickly, and the night wind blowing on her face felt a little drunk.

He stopped and stood still, but she hesitated to step forward.

"Is something wrong, Granger?"

Draco turned around, and his whole body became boiling with the sound of "Draco". He never thought that his name would be indescribably beautiful when he said it from her mouth.He suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, the moonlight cast shadows of different shades on his face, his tall and slender figure made Hermione look dazed.

What to do, she didn't know what to say, she just stopped him because she felt that he was deliberately avoiding her.She hadn't seen Draco much since they separated, and she even thought of him now and then.Hermione told herself that she must have not adjusted to her previous life, after all, it was ridiculous that she would miss him.And at the moment when the two met by chance, she couldn't bear to be so obviously ignored by Draco, and Hermione just wanted him to stop and say something casually to her.

God, she must be crazy!What she was thinking, what she was talking about, she was already not very clear.

"Have you...had your body fully recovered?"

"Are you concerned about me? I'm so surprised Granger."

Draco's words were still full of habitual sarcasm, only he himself knew that he was happy for this simple words in his heart.Sure enough, Hermione's face darkened all of a sudden.

"It's crazy."

She didn't know who she was speaking to.Hermione accidentally stayed late in the library, walking aimlessly on the road and suddenly remembered Malfoy, what is he doing?With that in mind, the door to the Room of Requirement appeared just like that.The Room of Requirement can only be found by those who really want to find it.But she wasn't looking for the Room of Requirement, she was just thinking of Draco.So, did she actually want to see Draco from the bottom of her heart?Hermione stopped thinking immediately, she felt that she couldn't continue to ask the bottom line.

Then she saw that Draco was actually guiding a lost goblin, with an extremely gentle expression on his face, and she felt as if she was in a warm bathroom surrounded by the fragrance of the lotion.In just a few days, the image in her heart of the bad boy who was cynical and only relied on his father's power had changed drastically.

What kind of person is he?What kind of Malfoy had she known all these years?Hermione felt as though she had never really known him.

Realizing that she had been staring at Draco, Hermione immediately withdrew her gaze, she had better go back to the dormitory, she didn't know what strange things she would do again.She opened her mouth, but gave up again, and turned away from Draco, who looked at Hermione without saying a word.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and Hermione walked back unhurriedly. Draco might have gone back, but she still didn't dare to turn back.

One hand came around from the left side of her waist, and the other was cold and softly covered her eyes.Hermione opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't make a sound.Then a tall and solid body leaned over, and she smelled the light scent of perfume again.

"Good night, Hermione."

Draco's warm breath lingered in Hermione's ear, as if sucking her earlobe.A faint scent of spearmint was caught off guard and occupied Hermione's nasal cavity again.Draco stared at Hermione with infinitely gentle eyes, he could clearly smell the sweet and elegant citrus scent.

Draco didn't like the back of Hermione who turned away from him, and he wanted to keep that figure firmly by his side if he could.His hands gently wrapped around her slender waist, her smooth side face was only a few centimeters away from his lips, such a subtle distance was the willpower he tried his best to restrain the urge not to hug her and survived .

If this moment is a dream, let him wake up later, so that he can hug her well, and then gently call her name.

The night was quiet and sultry, Hermione's fluffy hair was blown by the breeze, and she listened to the footsteps gradually receding, until only her heartbeat and moonlight remained in the sky and earth, she opened her eyes.

☆、Part7

In the blink of an eye, it was Christmas, and Harry found Hermione early in the morning.

"Have you decided on a partner yet?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Yes, a little surprise. What about you?"

"I tried, but to no avail."

"Have you seen Ginny yet?"

"I looked for it, but you know, she and her boyfriend are... well, hard to understand."

"Some people you'll never understand Harry for the rest of your life."

Like Malfoy.Draco seemed to have disappeared since that night.Although she didn't know whether she could face him normally, but once she felt that he was avoiding her, she felt very irritable.The same goes for Professor Slughorn's Yule Ball, which she agrees to attend despite being bored.

On the night of the prom, Hermione wore a light pink low-cut evening dress, her suet-like skin exposed to the air, like a lily