[HP] Give me back my body

Hermione didn't find life at the Malfoy's house very difficult.

Lucius Malfoy seems to be busy with important things recently. He leaves early and returns late every day. Hermione stayed in Malfoy Manor for three days. Mr. Malfoy only appeared at noon on the first day, and then he disappeared. It's over.

Narcissa Malfoy dotes on Draco very much, but with such a big son, she can't always ask Draco to accompany her.

Hermione was very at ease. After eating, she hid in the house, read Draco's book, and then did her homework.I also thought that if I could stay so peaceful all the time, this holiday would be over soon.

Hermione finished dinner nervously. Lucius Malfoy was at home today, and she was always vigilant. She didn't even feel comfortable grabbing a fork. Seeing the master of Malfoy put down the tableware, she immediately slapped her butt and left.

Back in Draco's room, as soon as his buttocks were on the bed, and he didn't sit up tight, he heard a loud voice from the double-sided mirror on the bedside: "Granger, Granger, Granger!"

Hermione grabbed the double-sided mirror by the bed and looked at Draco in the mirror.

His tone became more excited: "Did it go well? Did you reveal your secrets?"

"No." Hermione didn't bother to talk to him, "Don't you feel tired asking me every day?"

Draco seemed to be relieved, his whole body collapsed, and suddenly he straightened his back, raised his chin, and said with disgust: "Granger, your house is really small."

"Yes yes yes." Hermione said perfunctorily, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep, "my house is too small."

"Your bedroom is so small." Draco glanced at "poor Hermione in poor living conditions."

"Yes, yes, I have wronged you." Hermione silently rolled her eyes and said perfunctorily.

"Let's meet the world at my house." Draco said happily.

"Yes, yes." Hermione nodded, "I've never seen such a big house, luxurious and low-key, exquisite and gorgeous, so wonderful and beautiful. Go to sleep.!" After finishing speaking, She snapped the mirror over.

"Granger, how dare you turn the mirror over just like that!" Draco yelled at the dark double-sided mirror inside, wishing he could rush through the mirror to Hermione and shake her head.

Hermione covered her ears, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed the mirror, and stuffed it into the closet. Feeling uneasy, she moved another pile of clothes to cover it—to minimize the noise pollution from Malfoy.

Then closed the cabinet door again.

Draco's voice disappeared in the cabinet, maybe he was tired of shouting and decided to "let go" of Hermione for the time being.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, lay comfortably on the bed, rubbed the soft quilt, and looked at the ceiling - I really missed Mom and Dad, or she would boil some Polyjuice Potion and Malfoy in exchange for a day.

Draco opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and got out of the quilt of the small floral pastoral style.He looked around a little dullly, and after a while, he finally realized - oh, this is Granger's bedroom.

After staying for three or four days, he had gotten used to the light blue wallpaper of Granger's bedroom and the bookcase stuffed with books beside it.

He picked up a pair of jeans from the bedside, and slowly pulled on a baggy dark blue T-shirt—well, this kind of cheap and ugly Muggle clothes.

After Draco cleaned up, the room became quiet again, and the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Granger could be faintly heard downstairs.

Usually Hermione would get up early during the holidays and go downstairs to help her mother make breakfast.

But Draco never would, he'd been waiting for the house-elf to knock on the door and ask him to come out, and then start his day radiantly.

When we arrived at Granger's house, we could only hear Mrs. Granger yelling crisply after cooking.

The Grangers were both dentists, and they were quite busy at work. Sometimes they had milk and oatmeal for breakfast, and they hurried out after eating—Hermione cleaned up the holiday table.

Mrs. Granger cooked Draco's first breakfast at the Granger's house, and she cleared the table. The next day it was cereal.

There was cereal for breakfast at Hogwarts, but Draco never touched it, he felt that this kind of fast food was simply not for human consumption.

That morning, he looked at the yellow oatmeal soaked in milk in his bowl in shock, and when he stirred it with a spoon, he almost spat out the sticky mass.

The Grangers didn't notice their "daughter"'s resistance to cereal, so they hurriedly finished eating and explained a few words before going to work.

Draco sat at the dining table, stirred it clockwise with a spoon, then counterclockwise, and finally stood up and emptied the thing into the toilet.Going back to the house, he called Hermione out with a double-sided mirror, and severely criticized Muggle pig food.

Hermione missed his point and asked, "Where's the bowl?"

Draco frowned and thought for a moment: "Put it on the table?"

"I usually do the dishes and clean up the kitchen," said Hermione.

"You want me to do the dishes? Impossible!" Draco's eyes widened. "I didn't ask you to do the dishes for my house."

Hermione pursed her lips, her tone slowed down: "Then you should at least put the dishes in the sink."

Draco did it reluctantly, and complained when he came back: "You must not be your own. There are no parents who let their daughters be servants."

He knew that Muggles also had servants, which were equivalent to house elves in human form, but house elves only belonged to rich and prestigious wizarding families, maybe the Granger family—too poor.Thinking of this, Draco looked at Hermione in the mirror with pity: "But it's understandable."

"..." Hermione frowned, I don't want to know what you made up.

Mrs. Granger seemed to have a lot of time today, and when Draco came down, she was frying bacon, and the smell was wafting through the room.

Mr. Granger was watching a technology program on the TV, and Draco sat down to watch it too - the TV was one of the rare Muggle items he didn't dislike, the wizarding world only had radios and newspapers, nothing like that.

The three of them had breakfast, and the Grangers stood up, got dressed, and instead of carrying their small bags, pulled out a small suitcase miraculously, and said to Hermione, "Then let's go, only four God, you look after the house alone."

"Mom knows that you can take care of yourself. I left you a pound. If you need anything, go to Aunt Anne." Mrs. Granger kissed her daughter's cheek.

Draco felt petrified: "Where are you going?"

"There's a seminar, we talked about it last night, and you said yes. Forgot?"

What, when did you say that?

Draco racked his brains to think, and it seemed that there was such a thing, but what was he doing at that time?Like mocking Muggle wizards on TV?

So, so... Draco opened his mouth, watching the Grangers wave away at him.

How about my three meals?

I don't know how to use TV yet?

Who is Aunt Anne?

Who can help me?

Draco suddenly thought of Hermione on the other side of the two-way mirror - she taught him to adjust the bath water.

He held up the double-sided mirror and kept yelling, "Granger! Granger! Granger! Answer me!"

His high-pitched voice passed through the mirror, was stuffed in the thick clothes, and was isolated in the closed wardrobe.

Hermione was reading a book and thought it was sunny outside, so she walked out of the house with the book and sat at the small table in the open air - the house elf appeared in due course and drank tea with dessert.

Ahhh, this good life where the clothes come out, the hands are stretched out, and the mouth is opened, the bones are soft.

The author has something to say: Xiaoqi: Hermione, I will give you a chance to be a hero and save the beauty!

Hermione embraced Draco in a princess hug.

Draco raised his head and said weakly: Please, please feed QAQ

?_?Hermione slowly looked away, and let go of her hands neatly...