The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

"By the way, Granger," Draco stood up as if he didn't hear Hermione scolding him just now, "Seeing the Polyjuice Potion today reminded me of some long past events, I don't know Can you explain it to me?" Draco said, walking towards Hermione.

Seeing Draco walking towards her, Hermione felt a little nervous, as if the cold fragrance in the air was stronger, "Malfoy, you can just stand there and say something, and I'll read it if you take a step forward. Cursed!" Hermione took out her wand, "Just to test how effective the silent spell I learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class today is!"

Draco looked at Hermione like this, and secretly laughed in his heart, "Okay, Granger, I won't do anything to you," he looked at Hermione, "I'm not interested in people like you " Said and sat on his own sofa, the two of them faced each other, although there was a distance of one meter between them, it seemed like a whole black lake was separated.

"It just occurred to me that something very weird happened to me on Christmas in the second grade," Draco said, leaning on the back of the sofa, "Crabbe and Goyle once had... about an hour, became It's strange, not only asked me about the Chamber of Secrets issue that I've told them many times, but also defended Dumbledore," seeing Hermione's open mouth on the opposite side, Draco added in time, "Professor, Professor Dumbledore." He carefully observed Hermione's expression, "During that time, Granger, you seemed to have been on leave for a long time? I remember when Pansy said, your face turned into a cat?"

Hermione was very embarrassed all of a sudden, "I...I...that's because I accidentally drank a trick drug made by Fred and George by mistake!" Hermione silently apologized to Fred and George in her heart, Then he said confidently, "Yes, that's it! As for Crabbe and Goyle, that's your Slytherin business, how would I know!"

Draco couldn't restrain his expression all of a sudden, and laughed out loud, "Oh, so it's the two Weasleys' fault?"

"That's right!" Hermione was categorical. If Malfoy knew that she had violated the school rules, even if it was a matter of the second grade, she didn't want to know the consequences.

"Okay, okay, Granger, don't be so nervous." Draco waved his hand, "It's all in the past, and I don't want to pursue it now." After he finished speaking, he stood up again, " I'm going upstairs to bed, and I can't ignore the dark circles under my eyes, frizzy hair, and dry skin like a sleazy woman."

Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not caring what Draco was mocking herself again.

"However," Draco stepped up the stairs without looking back, "The little wizard who can make Polyjuice Potion in the second grade is really amazing." Hermione, who was relieved, held her breath again and started to hiccup, with an unfathomable dark green back.

Hermione sat on the sofa, picked up a pillow, and picked up the water glass next to her, hiccupping and thinking, "So Malfoy is praising me?"

There was still a scent in the air, and Hermione blushed slightly as she smelled it. "I'm really curious about the scent of the love potion that Malfoy smells."

Hermione remembered that when he entered the door just now, Draco was reading a book, and then casually put the book on the chair near the fireplace.She was always curious about books, even though she knew it was wrong to peek at Malfoy's books, she still couldn't control her hand, "Just this once!" she said to herself.Hermione walked over and saw that the book had a gold-plated title on the pure black cover: "Secrets and Glories of Pure-Blood Families".

"This book..." Hermione pondered, she had never seen it in the Hogwarts library, "Is this Malfoy's own book? Maybe I can borrow it from Malfoy tomorrow, in the chairman's lounge I think he seems to be easier to talk to." Hermione nodded and put the book back in its place. "Let's do our homework quickly. If I open the skylight, Ron and Harry will probably be ruined." She sat back on her desk, took out a quill and parchment, and started the hardworking schoolmaster's class. Homework time.

When all the candles in the chairman's lounge were extinguished and everything was quiet, the door of the male student council chairman's bedroom opened, and Draco, dressed neatly, came out, still buttoned up to the top, just like the one from before. The man in the silk pajamas was not like him.He walked to the public rest area, glanced at the stairs leading to the girls' bedrooms, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, turned and walked out the door of the chairman's lounge, his black robes quickly blended into the corridors of Hogwarts at night.

The next day, it turned out to be another fine weather. In Britain, which is filled with fog all year round, bright sunshine seems to be a luxury.

Hermione had no classes this morning, and when she woke up, it was past breakfast time.But that's okay, Hogwarts won't let any kid go hungry.Therefore, when Hermione washed up and went downstairs to hold milk tea and sandwiches in the public rest area, she would still marvel at the magic of magic.

It was a rare experience for Hermione to have breakfast on the sofa. It was not enough for a Muggle-born wizard to win the title of the best. Hermione seemed to have breakfast while reading a book.However, looking at the bright sunshine, she unexpectedly wanted to simply enjoy her own breakfast today.

"Has Malfoy not woken up, or has he already gone out?" Hermione looked at the stairs leading to the chairman's bedroom and thought, "I still want to ask him to borrow books."

At this time, the door to the chairman's lounge opened, and Draco walked in from the door, with his head lowered, and Hermione, who was far away, could feel his fatigue.

"Granger shut your mouth, I don't want to answer any questions." Draco raised his head and looked at Hermione who was about to speak.

Hermione looked at the pale Draco, and pursed her lips, "Then...then can you lend me the book you read last night, the Hogwarts library doesn't have this book."

Draco was about to be annoyed, this girl said she was not allowed to ask questions, so she really didn't care what she was doing, "No wonder you are not in a relationship, you are such an incomprehensible woman," Draco said. Ke sat on the sofa, took a sip of the steaming coffee, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You can take it if you want to read it, of course Hogwarts doesn't have this book, it comes from Malfoy Manor," said De Laco rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You can go there if you want to see it, but you can't take it outside, and you can't let others know, even Scarhead and Red Hair can't know." He didn't tell Hermione that this There are so many unknown pure-blood family secrets in this book from Malfoy Manor, and once some of them are known to others, it will cause so much trouble.He just somehow felt that this girl was just a nerd who simply wanted to gain more knowledge, and also somehow wanted to give this girl a little trust.He is so tired.

Hermione nodded, "Thank you Malfoy," she picked up the book, "I'll just read it in the chairman's lounge, and I won't let Harry and Ron know." She paused, "Malfoy, although I I don't know what you did, but I believe you did nothing wrong," Hermione glanced at Draco's left arm, "After all, Professor Dumbledore made me believe you."

Draco noticed Hermione's gaze, and also glanced at his left arm, and then leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed posture, "Well, I see. It's amazing to have the trust of a Gryffindor know-it-all I'm very touched." It changed into Malfoy's tone again, with familiar sarcasm and indifference.

"Okay Malfoy, since you don't want to talk to me, I won't be an eyesore here." Hermione was angry, and normal communication with Malfoy was always impossible, "I really doubt that Parkinson won't be angry, How can anyone tolerate someone like you!" Hermione shook her head and wanted to go back to her bedroom, and after rushing up a few steps, she walked back quickly and took the book, and said stiffly to Draco: " Although you can't speak, thank you for lending me your book." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Draco sat on the sofa, watched Hermione go upstairs, and laughed, "Pansy? You didn't know you were a little wizard when Pansy was angry with me." After that, the smile disappeared again, and Draco touched Touching his left arm, "Hermione Granger..." he whispered, "You don't know anything, and you can't know anything." He turned his head and looked out the window, drawing half of the curtains to let his Half of his face was bathed in sunlight, while the other half was hidden in shadows. Draco closed his eyes to hide the complex emotions in his eyes, "I am a Malfoy."

Hermione, who had already returned to her bedroom, was completely unaware of all this. She sat in front of her desk and sulked for a while, not knowing whether it was Malfoy or herself. She unconsciously rubbed the book in her hand, "Huh?" She suddenly lowered her head, as if she had touched something, and looked at the book in her hand, "This is it?" She held up the book with a black cover, and found something engraved on the lower right corner of the cover. She looked carefully and found that it was a snake , but unlike the snakes we usually see, the head of this snake is downward. "The crest of the Malfoy family doesn't seem to look like this." She recalled the handkerchief in the deepest part of her suitcase. "Then what is this? Why does it always look familiar?" Hermione thought for a while, but thought I don't know where I saw it before, so I had to put down the matter of the imprint first, and opened the book in my hand, "Let's read the book first, maybe the book can give me the answer."

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