Together [HP]

Jacqueline let out a deep breath, she glanced at Hermione who was leaning against her body like a pile of mud, she patted Hermione on the back, "Okay, since they won't help... Listen, Hermione..."

"You're not Jacqueline." Hermione pushed Jacqueline suddenly.Jacqueline took a step back, her back banging hard on the ledge of the bar.Hermione's fingers were flying in the air, "Jacqueline won't hug me anymore, she hates me."

Jacqueline took a deep breath, she stepped forward, held Hermione in her arms, and touched her waist with her hands. "I'm Jacqueline, I really won't hug you now, but I don't hate you. And this," Jacqueline touched Hermione's wand, pulled it out, and put it in her pocket, "I'll give it back to you when you wake up."

"You're Jacqueline." Hermione giggled, still being supported by Jacqueline as she walked towards the stairs of the bar. "Only she knows where I keep my wand."

"Yes, I told you, I am Jacqueline."

"No, you don't." Hermione burst into tears, "Jacqueline won't hug me now, she hates me. You will hug me, you don't hate me, you're not Jacqueline."

"I'm Jacqueline." Jacqueline explained patiently, "I don't hate you, I hold you because you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Hermione yelled dissatisfied, and she turned to Jacqueline, who had to put her arms around Hermione's waist.Hermione breathed a sigh of relief towards Jacqueline, and Jacqueline quickly turned her head away, her mouth full of alcohol.But Hermione was upset, and she turned Jacqueline's head around and gave her another breath. "You smell, I'm not drunk."

"It smells like alcohol." Jacqueline said with a straight face, "Come and lift your legs, let's go up the stairs."

"The smell of alcohol can only prove that I have drunk alcohol, not that I am drunk." Hermione giggled, "If you don't believe me, I can still cast spells, Flaming Bear..."

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk." After feeling the beating of Hermione's wand in her pocket, Jacqueline quickly gave in.

"I'm not drunk, so you hug me not because I'm drunk." Hermione said seriously.

"Yes, I didn't hug you because you were drunk."

"Jacqueline won't hug me now, so you are not Jacqueline."

"Jacqueline really won't hug you now, but I am Jacqueline."

"Jacqueline won't hug me, I don't want you to hug me, you big liar!" Hermione cried suddenly, she struggled to escape, but how could Jacqueline let a drunk Hermione go up the stairs alone.She tightened her arms, pressing Hermione against the wall, "Don't move," Jacqueline shouted.

"Wow." Hermione sat down on the steps and cried loudly, "You're not Jacqueline, Jacqueline won't kill me!"

Jacqueline slammed her head against the wall by Hermione.Jacqueline's head was dazed for a while, she stood up, touched her head, and there was blood in her hand.She glanced at Hermione who was still crying there, and suddenly an unknown fire ignited in her heart.

"Okay!" Jacqueline said loudly, "Okay." She strode up the stairs, took the key and opened the door, then walked back again, looking at Hermione sitting on the steps.Jacqueline didn't know where she got the strength from. She passed one hand under Hermione's arm, put the other hand on the crook of Hermione's leg, and hugged Hermione by the waist.

"Okay." Jacqueline walked up the stairs and into the room, where she gently placed Hermione on the bed and tucked her under the covers. "Then I'm not Jacqueline." She gasped, her face flushed.

"I'm not Jacqueline, so you better behave yourself, because I won't let you do everything like her, understand!"

Hermione huddled under the quilt, she stopped crying, she blinked her eyes and looked at Jacqueline pitifully, Jacqueline immediately softened, "What's wrong?" She asked in a soft voice.

"I'm sick, I'm thirsty, I need water."

Jacqueline glanced at Hermione resignedly, "I'll get you water. You lie here obediently and don't move, bark, cry, or mess... In short, you lie on the bed, and I'll go Get you some water."

"I want to hear bedtime stories, and I want to hear stories about the White Maiden and Prince Cinderella."

"Okay!" Jacqueline responded without knowing what those two things were, and she walked out with heavy steps.

"That's how you treat all your ex-girlfriends." Aberforth leaned against the opposite wall of the room, his face was exactly the same as Dumbledore's, amused smile.

"I only have this one ex-girlfriend and I regret it so much now," Jacqueline said slowly. "You'd better think about what I just told you. Otherwise, maybe I'll be the next one to get drunk."

"I want a drink," Hermione yelled across the room.

"Right away!" Jacqueline responded.

"You're not one to get yourself drunk," said Aberforth.

"That's not necessarily true." Jacqueline looked at the room with great concern. "Can you imagine Hermione getting herself drunk and going around..."

"Where's my water?"

"Come on!" Jacqueline gritted her teeth and gave Aberforth a look. "From today on, no one is allowed to sell her anything alcoholic in this street, not even butter beer."

Aberforth shrugged and walked to his room.Jacqueline let out a long breath and walked down the stairs.

When Jacqueline carefully directed a wooden barrel of honey water and walked into the room.Hermione pouted. "Why are you so slow?" she said unhappily, "I'm not thirsty now, I don't want to drink water."

Jacqueline took a deep breath, "You should drink some," she coaxed hard, took a glass of water and handed it to Hermione, "This will help you sleep well."

"I don't want to sleep," cried Hermione. "I want to drink, and I want to keep drinking."

"You're already drunk..." Jacqueline shook her head, "No, you're almost drunk, all right. Come, drink some honey water."

"I'm not thirsty!" Hermione yelled, turning over and waving her hands. "I won't drink. I'll be drunk. Don't think about such nasty things, especially that bastard Jacqueline."

"Okay, okay, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole." Jacqueline nodded helplessly, she knelt on one knee on the bed and patted Hermione's shoulder lightly. "You don't have to worry about these troublesome things after drinking this water."

When Hermione heard this, she rolled over and blinked at Jacqueline, "Really? This can really make me drunk? What kind of wine is this?"

"This will make you forget everything," Jacqueline coaxed. "Isn't that what you want? Forget about all this? Forget about that bastard Jacqueline?"

"I just want to forget Jacqueline." Hermione patted the quilt, crying and laughing, "I just want to forget everything."

"Okay, okay." Jacqueline helped Hermione straighten her pillow, hugged Hermione again, and passed the water glass. "Come and drink!"

Hermione took the water glass and sent it straight up her nose.

"Hey hey." Jacqueline was so frightened that she quickly snatched back the water glass.

"Why are you snatching my cup?" Hermione yelled. She waved her fist to hit Jacqueline, but only hit a piece of air. "You are also a bad person, and you bully me too." She cried loudly.

"Yes, yes, I'm a bad person, I'm a bad person." Jacqueline sat on the head of the bed, and she let Hermione lean on her.The right hand held the water glass through Hermione's arm, and brought the water glass to Hermione's face. "Drink, Miss Granger. Hey, slow down, this is all yours, no one will grab it from you."

Finally, Hermione drank a glass of water, and Jacqueline helped her lie down again, and covered her with the quilt.

"Okay." Jacqueline breathed a sigh of relief. "Go to sleep, Miss Granger."

"Stories!" said Hermione tearfully, blinking her red, swollen eyes. "You promised to tell stories."

Jacqueline was stunned for a while, she searched in her mind which could be regarded as a bedtime story, she said slowly, "Once upon a time there were three brothers..."

"I want to hear the story of Miss Bai and Snow Gray!"

"... Once upon a time, there were three white girls and sisters. It was almost dusk. They walked and came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was very dangerous to swim. Wand, a bridge appeared over the treacherous water. When they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way, Death..."

"Miss White didn't meet Death!" Hermione retorted loudly, "They met Snow Gray."

"Well, Snow Gray was very angry, and she lost three offerings, because travelers usually drown in this river, but Snow Gray was very cunning, and she pretended to congratulate the three sisters on their magic, saying that they Clever and avoiding Gray Snow Princess, everyone can get one thing as a reward. The boss asked for a magic wand with infinite power."

"Miss White doesn't want a wand! She wants a dress."

"Yes, the boss asked for a skirt with boundless magic power. A skirt that will always help the master win in a duel. Snow Gray went to an elder tree on the bank and made a skirt out of the hanging branches. She used this Skirt dueled with someone and killed him with ease. She was delighted and went into a bar bragging loudly that another white girl had come to her bedside that night and had stolen Skirt and killed him. Just like that, Princess Gray Snow took the boss' life."

"The second child wants to obtain the ability to bring the dead back to life, Princess Huixue picked up a stone from the shore..."

"It's a pumpkin cart!"

"Well, Princess Gray Snow picked up a pumpkin cart from the shore and handed it to the second child. The second child returned to her home where she lived alone, took out the pumpkin cart that could bring the dead back to life, and turned it in her hand three times. Her beloved But no..."

"She hates people like Jacqueline!"

"Okay, what the second child hates, the girl she didn't marry appeared in front of her, but she was sad and indifferent, and there seemed to be a layer of veil between them. In the end, the second child was driven mad by hopeless longing, and she committed suicide. In this way, Princess Gray Snow took the life of the second child."

"As for the third child, she is the most humble and the smartest, she doesn't believe in Snow Gray, so she asked for something from Snow Gray, something that can not be followed by Snow Gray, Snow Gray reluctantly Take your invisibility cloak..."

"Yes, crystal slippers! Those beautiful crystal slippers!"

"Well, that's right. Gray Snow Princess reluctantly gave the crystal slipper on her feet to the third child. After that, Gray Snow Princess failed to find the third child for a long time. The third child lived until he was very old. In the end, she took off her crystal slipper and handed it to her son, and greeted Snow Gray as if she were an old friend, and happily left the world with her as an equal.”

"But they all died in the end!" cried Hermione restlessly. "I don't like the ending!"

"Everyone is going to die, Miss Granger." Jacqueline licked her slightly chapped lips, and kissed her forehead as if to comfort her, "Sleep well, okay?"

It wasn't until Hermione closed her eyes that Jacqueline stood up. Her exposed arms were a little numb from the cold. She rubbed her arms and walked out.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jacqueline had just walked down the stairs when Aberforth's voice sounded from behind her.

"Go back." Jacqueline said, turning to look at Aberforth who was holding a large mug in his hand.

"What about your little girlfriend? You don't care?"

Jacqueline was so tired that she didn't even bother to argue with Aberforth that Hermione wasn't her girlfriend anymore. "She's gone to sleep."

"Sleeping?" Aberforth seemed amused again. "You haven't taken care of a drunk, have you?"

Jacqueline looked at him with a bad premonition in her heart.

"Jacqueline!" A yell came from Hermione's room, and Aberforth chuckled as he walked down the stairs, patting her on the shoulder as he passed.Jacqueline looked up at Aberforth's dirty ceiling, sighed, closed her eyes in pain, and walked back into the room.

"What's wrong?" Jacqueline asked softly, you can't get angry with a drunk.Jacqueline said silently in her heart.

"Everybody hates me!" cried Hermione. "I've screwed up everything. I'm ugly. I'm ugly. Nobody likes me."

"No." Jacqueline walked to Hermione's bedside, she gently held Hermione's hand, "You are not, you are a good girl. People hate you because they have no brains."

"Then why didn't you kiss me?" cried Hermione.

Jacqueline's mind went blank for a moment, "What?" she asked tremblingly.

"Why don't you kiss me! If you were Jacqueline, you would kiss me."

"I'm Jacqueline." Jacqueline nodded, she looked at Hermione, "I didn't kiss you because you had a drink, and you should be going to bed now."

"That's why I'm ugly!" cried Hermione, "so ugly you wouldn't want to kiss me even if I'd been drinking."

"No," Jacqueline shook her head hastily, "You're beautiful, Hermione, really."

"Then why don't you kiss me! Is it because I screw up everything! Harry's Half-Blood Prince, Ron's Quidditch. Am I screwing up everything!"

"None of this is your fault." Jacqueline tried to explain, "It's because both of them were too reckless."

"That's why Jacqueline broke up with me because I'm a Mudblood, and you won't kiss me!"

"No." Jacqueline frowned, "This has nothing to do with your birth. Jacqueline, Jacqueline broke up with you for other reasons. And I don't want to kiss you." He let out a long breath, "Yes, because I'm not Jacqueline, so I can't kiss you."

"Why do you all hate me! Jacqueline hates me, everyone hates me, no one likes me."

"Merlin." Jacqueline thought desperately, again, this will be a very long night.

Pain, uncomfortable.

"Ah," Hermione moaned, the room was dark, but her stomach was a little uncomfortable, her hand was hot, as if something was holding her hand tightly, Hermione moved her hand slightly hand.

"No. You're not, you're a good girl. People hate you because they have no brains. I'm Jacqueline. I don't kiss you because you've been drinking and you should be going to sleep now. No, you're very Beautiful, Hermione, really. None of this is your fault. It's because they were both too reckless. It has nothing to do with your birth. Jacqueline broke up with you for other reasons. And I don't want to Kiss you. I can't kiss you because I'm not Jacqueline. Merlin, let me sleep for five minutes, five minutes."

Jacqueline's hoarse, repeating voice made Hermione completely awake. In front of her...she must be dreaming, Hermione thought.

Jacqueline was resting on her left arm, her right hand was tightly holding Hermione's hand, her mouth was slightly open, her nostrils fluttering.

Everything about last night began to flash in front of Hermione's eyes. Hermione wanted to scratch her face in embarrassment, but when her hand moved, Jacqueline repeated like a machine, "No. You're not, you're a Good girl. People hate you because they have no brains. I'm Jacqueline..."

Hermione tightly covered her mouth, she knew that Jacqueline was not fully awake yet, but for a moment, Hermione hoped that Jacqueline would never wake up again, if she could always be like this... ...if they can go on like this forever...

"Jay..." Aberforth gently pushed open the door of the room, holding a dinner plate in his hand, he glanced at Hermione, then at Jacqueline. "I put my breakfast down," he said softly, closing the door again.

Hermione lowered her head and glanced at Jacqueline. Jacqueline let out a slight hum from her throat, which meant that she was about to wake up.Hermione looked at Jacqueline's arm, which was now completely free of any marks.

"I heard that, no..." Jacqueline raised her head in a daze, her gaze swept around, and when she saw Hermione sitting on the bed motionless and looking at her with her eyes open, Jacqueline She was stunned, and then she retracted her hand as quickly as possible, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.

"Jacqueline, we need to talk!" Hermione yelled after her.

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Then why did you stay and take care of me!" Hermione lifted the quilt, she tried to stand up, but she fell sideways again.Jacqueline turned her head immediately, she instinctively reached out to support Hermione, but she stopped herself again.She watched Hermione fall back on the bed, frowning.

"Because I can't let a drunk you go back to the castle." Jacqueline said coldly, "If other students know that my winner is an alcoholic, it will be a lot of fun."

"Why did you break up with me!" Hermione tried to stand up, "You said you broke up with me for a reason!"

"That's just comforting words for a drunkard."

"But that wasn't a lie!" said Hermione, "that wasn't a lie."

Jacqueline twisted her chin and looked at Hermione. She should take advantage of this to dispel Hermione's doubts, otherwise Hermione would definitely not let it go.

"Then you think the bet I said was a lie, Miss Granger?" Jacqueline crossed her arms and looked at Hermione with raised eyes, "I don't understand, why are you still so obsessed with this? What do you want to hear from me, Granger? Save yourself the effort, you won't get the answers you want from me. Why don't you look at the people around you What? Maybe there's a knight hiding? I saw the way he looked at you. So save yourself."

Jacqueline raised her eyebrows, "Of course, if you want to continue to be so decadent, I welcome it very much. At least there are many people in Slytherin who wish to surpass you and completely trample wizards of your origin under their feet. "

"Jacqueline, is it twelve o'clock?"

Jacqueline's heart ached, and her left hand clenched into a fist in her sleeve. "You were never Cinderella, you better figure that out."

Jacqueline snorted, opened the door and walked out.

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100 questions (86-90)

86: Has the attacker committed any acts of violence?

Jacqueline + Hermione: None.

87: What was the recipient's reaction? (jump over)

88: Is it an ideal subject for you to be H?

Jacqueline + Hermione: Yes.

89: Have you ever used magic to add to the fun?

Jacqueline: No, but since you mentioned it... go home and start digging.

Hermione: No.

90: Are small props used in H?

Jacqueline + Hermione: None.