[HP] Give me back my body

Hermione put Draco on a hospital bed in the school hospital and rolled over to sit next to him, panting.

It's tiring to carry someone up the stairs like this, not to mention that Draco is not a strong person.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off the shoes on his feet, turned his head to look at Hermione who was panting from exhaustion, and curled his lips mockingly: "Are you implying that I should help you lose weight?"

Hermione exhaled, stood up and looked around—there were only the two of them in the school hospital, the beds were empty, the surrounding windows were wide open, the wind blew the dark blue curtains bulging and flying, Dim candles glow dimly, and ethereal music can be heard from the hall.

Hearing Draco's sarcasm, she turned around and raised her arm at him, sneered: "Yeah, what can you lift with such a thin arm? Every time I wonder how you can lift your broom ?”

Draco humiliated himself once again, lifting his butt in grief and anger.

Hermione raised her chin proudly, and walked around the school hospital. She has been to this place a lot, but she has never been in such an almost empty situation.

"Ah!" The cold wind blowing in from the window directly directed at Draco, who was wearing a sleeveless gown, he sneezed and looked at the out-of-reach windows - the windows behind him and on the opposite side were all wide open , which allows the cold air to flow more smoothly in the room.

Draco was getting colder too.

"Hey," he called to Hermione, frowning, "close the window."

Such a high-spirited tone, such a natural request of others, probably only Malfoy can do it.Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance and turned away.

Malfoy pulled the quilt behind him, and was slowly covering himself, and finally pulled the quilt to his chin, revealing half of his face, and urged fiercely: "Hurry up!"

Hermione sighed, although she didn't like Malfoy, but now he was against her body, and she couldn't hate anything.

Hermione closed all the windows, the wind and music could not be heard in the room, only the sound of Draco rubbing when pulling the quilt was quiet.

An atmosphere called embarrassment spread in this room.

Hermione licked her lips, not knowing what to say, but wouldn't it be too inhuman to just leave like this?

She looked at the timing, it was almost eleven o'clock, but the dance ended at twelve o'clock, and they still had to stay.

"Cough." Hermione cleared her throat and started to find some topics, "Are you satisfied with your outfit today?"

It’s okay not to mention it, as soon as Draco was mentioned, he pulled his neck out of the quilt, and said angrily: "What the hell kind of hairstyle is that, please wipe it back with pomade!"

"Oh." Hermione nodded, "but it's not good for your hair, your hairline will move further and further back."

"What?" Draco's eyes widened, as if I don't read much, so don't lie to me.

"Do you think your big forehead is the reason why you are smarter than others?" Hermione curled her lips, "Don't be ridiculous, your brain is probably only as big as Goyle and Crabbe combined, you know, they eat so many chickens Used to grow taller."

Draco fell to the ground covering his chest, staring at Hermione angrily: "You stinky Mudblood..."

"Self-righteous know-it-all, chipmunk with big front teeth. What other tricks do you have besides these few words? Come up with something new." Hermione interrupted Draco, shrugging indifferently.

Draco's chest heaved violently, his mouth squirmed, and he wanted to say something more vicious to attack Hermione, but sadly found... there was really no other language.

I don't want to live.

Draco lay down slowly, clutching his chest, to calm himself down, why did he feel so weak.

Hey, like biting the sheets.

Hermione seemed to feel that she had punctured Draco's glassy heart, and wanted to make up for her mistakes. She originally spoke to enliven the atmosphere, but now the air is about to condense.

She changed the subject: "Don't you think Ginny is very beautiful today, I've been looking at her...God, what am I talking about? Is it because of the excessive androgen secretion in a man's body, so he likes girls Already?" Hermione scratched her face in confusion.

"What? Hormone?" Draco turned his head, automatically filtered the Muggle vocabulary, and looked at himself - noble pale blonde hair, cold ice blue eyes, straight nose bridge and perfect face shape, even if he was An airless woman like Granger is also particularly eye-catching.

After sizing him up, he said matter-of-factly, "But no matter where I am, I always think I'm the most handsome..."

"..." Hermione turned her head, watching Draco look at her body with affection like a lover, and silently moved back. He wouldn't jump at the place of obsession, would he?

This person is probably sick.

She was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Madam Pomfrey will come back later, you can let her see her eyes by the way."

Can't have a pleasant chat at all!

Draco rolled over, pulled the quilt over his head, and said "refuse to talk to you" with practical actions.

Hermione shrugged, well, she wanted to stab Draco whenever she spoke to him, purely instinctively; like Draco jumped out and yanked himself when he saw Harry and Ron.

How should I put it, Malfoy's beloved, so carefree, and surprisingly bearish temperament really wants to be shocked, and he will always jump out to provoke, as if he has not been with Harry and the three of them for a while. It's as if you feel uncomfortable after a verbal fight or waving a magic wand, and you can vividly interpret the little boy who needs to be beaten up.

Sometimes Hermione doesn't think that Malfoy is as old as her. She always thinks that he has been like this since the first grade, and now he is still the same as the first grade in the fourth grade. Not to mention the mature behavior, even the language ability has not evolved , no progress at all.

Hermione looked at the back of the head that Draco had exposed to her - the bun was completely messed up, the hair was scattered on the pillow, and the small right ear was exposed.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that Malfoy was not so annoying, he just matured more slowly.

Although his words and deeds are annoying, the damage they cause is quite limited, and most of the time he leaves in despair.

His parents must be very worried.

Hermione was lost in thought, she didn't know that Draco was going to throw the quilt under her focused gaze.

What to see!You haven't seen yourself!

To be honest, after Draco and Hermione swapped souls, they changed a lot.

In the past, Hermione Granger always had a sullen face, looking sacred and inviolable, but as a Muggle-born, she still couldn't help feeling inferior, especially when Malfoy looked at himself like he was looking at shit—— Girls who are a few years old will have more low self-esteem, but Hermione uses her aura to protect herself.On the face of Malfoy, who was pampered, well-off, and born with a sense of superiority, this kind of temperament blended into a wonderful sense of maturity, neither too arrogant nor too strong.If the Malfoys saw Draco like this, they would feel that their little dragon had grown up suddenly.

Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was arrogant with a sense of childishness, with his small chin raised, as if everything was decided by his father's second-generation ancestor. If it sounds good, it's self-confidence, but if it sounds bad, it's arrogance bursting with confidence.The upbringing of his family made him behave elegantly, no matter what he did, he acted as he should, and tried his best to maintain his demeanor in embarrassing situations. This temperament added to Granger's face would give him a sense of arrogance.This kind of arrogance was not the kind of hard shell that Hermione used as a protective color, but a kind of confident arrogance of girls who were beautiful or well-educated, which made Granger exude a kind of radiance.

They couldn't feel it themselves, of course, but others could—like Krum, who was attracted, or Ron, who didn't believe it.

When they saw their own faces, they probably only thought: When can I change back, I've had enough!

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Hermione: I think you have a special aura about you...

Draco (excited): What temperament?Insanely handsome and cool?

Hermione: gay

Draco: I can't stand this little bitch!

Unknowingly, I complained about a lot of little dragons... because I've been sorting out Draco Malfoy's cheap mouth ability recently, and I've turned to the third book. I just want to touch Xiaolong's head and sing to him: "I don't want to, I don't want to, Don't want to grow up/bye."

I'm going to disconnect from the Internet, I will reply to the comments tomorrow