[HP] Dali's Bread

It's a really nice Christmas Eve.

Even if she wakes up with sore limbs, she has nothing to complain about.

The common room was still empty, everyone was exhausted from last night's dance.

She packed some European bags from the auditorium, and she could sit quietly in front of the fireplace in the lounge and enjoy the fire.

The taste of red velvet and mashed taro was lingering and intertwined in the mouth. Dali narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the flames dancing in front of her eyes, making crackling noises.

Everything is perfect if no one disturbs you.It's been a long time since she and Mr. Draco Malfoy next to her have spoken. There are so many vacancies, but he wants to sit on the same sofa as her. Isn't this just to make her feel uncomfortable?

Draco in Dali's peripheral vision wore a pair of elegant half-rim glasses, his fingers slowly slid across every word in the potions textbook, and wrote notes on another piece of parchment from time to time.He didn't look at Dali, which made Dali slander again, she had been waiting for him in such a scary secret room for so long, how could she just ignore people and ignore others!And Care of Fantastic Creatures!Just shut her out?

And she found that he seems to have no interest in the secret of the halo...

It was really unpleasant, and she took a bite of half of the bun in one bite.Anyway, if she doesn't move, if he doesn't feel embarrassed, he can sit with her!

After a while, Dali was drowsy after having a full meal and being warmed by the fire, but she held her breath in her heart, thinking that whoever moved first would lose, and she couldn't leave.

finally--

Draco's writing became more and more urgent (it was like a lullaby to Dali), her head tilted on the armrest beside her.

"Hello." The slightest sound from Draco could startle her, and she straightened her head up just after touching the handrail, her eyes still dim.

Draco handed over the parchment in his hand, motioning for her to catch it.

"What?" Dali took the parchment, and the principles and applications of antidote reagents were densely written on the front and back pages. "Holiday homework? Will you help me with my vacation homework?"

He pursed his lips, took off his glasses, and got up to leave.

"Oh, Malfoy! You are so kind, you are the greatest good person in the world, a ray of light in my life—" Dali took his hand and almost kissed him, "Your hands are so cold, it's all my fault , snatched the best seat by the fireplace, I shouldn't! I'm already sitting in the heat, please!" Dali gave up the seat, and Draco just sat down halfway, as if flattering her very useful.

Draco gently wiped the crumbs off her mouth, and asked her sideways, "Did you just keep scolding me?"

"How is that possible! I immediately kissed this parchment thirty times to show my sincerity!" Dali tried to deny with a guilty conscience, "I always thought that Malfoy was super super nice!"

Draco couldn't help but smile, obviously not convinced by Dali's exaggerated praise.

"You're very kind, Malfoy. It's just that I still have a thesis on the history of magic that I'm not very good at writing. Professor Spencer's class is too boring. I don't want to remember the goblin rebellion at all..."

"Keep an inch, Dursley." Draco stretched out his fingers to touch Dali's head, "Don't get so close to me."

Alas, he was starting to regret trying to make peace with Dursley, and she would do little tricks, very good at using her to her advantage, to upset him.He'd thought about it for so long, he couldn't resist the Dursley's magic, he knew how it felt, he saved her again and again because he cared about her so much.He purposely revealed to Montague that she didn't have a date for a dance, not to mention, the red-haired twins really helped him a lot and locked him in the toilet—but why did she dance with so many people and still be so happy? She didn't think about it at all Looking at him, jealousy tore his heart like claws.

But if he really wanted him to express his thoughts to her, he couldn't do it.The more his liking for her impacted his belief, the more frightened he became.Why don't you think Dursley is not good enough for him?Leaving aside the bloodline, Scarhead's cousin?How can he bear to have a relationship with Scarhead... and exchange gifts with the savior every Christmas, don't disgust him.

But just the hand that Dursley held onto him was really warm.

So the history of magic homework still needs to be written.

"I'm not cold, you can sit here." He held her hand, and the halo glowed faintly.

"Okay." Dali retracted to her original position.

The Christmas holiday is neither long nor short, but the field is still covered with thick snow, and fine droplets of water condense on the windows of the conservatory.When the new term started, Dali screamed again and again, and they couldn't see the scene out of the window at all during herbal medicine class.And in weather like this, no one wanted to go to Care of Magical Creatures class, and if Hagrid made them wrap around that wreck to keep warm, she might as well die.

However, when she followed the Slytherin students to Hagrid's hut, she saw an elderly witch standing at the door.Her gray hair was cropped short and her jaw was very prominent.

"Come on, come on, the bell has been ringing for five minutes," she snapped.She walked through the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and walked towards the woman.

"Who are you?" Ron asked the question for her, "Where's Hagrid?"

"I'm Graplan," she said crisply, "and I'm your substitute teacher for Care of Magical Creatures."

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked aloud again.

"He's not well." Professor Graplan seemed reluctant to say more.

Not far away, Draco suddenly let out a malicious laugh. He still wouldn't get rid of the habit of mocking Harry, but intensified it.

"Finally, I don't have to face those shitty snails!" Pansy Parkinson said excitedly, and Daly agreed with her point of view this time.

"This way, everyone," said Professor Graplan, as she led them past the stables, where the huge Beauxbatons stood, snuggling up against the cold.It's as if they've stopped drinking the whiskey--no booze at all.

Dali followed them towards a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, under which was tethered a large and beautiful unicorn.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful!" This exclamation came from a Gryffindor girl, but Dali knew that this was what all the girls wanted to say. This unicorn was dazzlingly white. The surrounding white snow looked a little gray.It scratched the dirt with its golden hoofs restlessly, and raised its horned head.If she had been a Muggle, she might not have had any chance of witnessing such a holy and pure creature.

"Boys stand back!" Professor Graplan threw up an arm and said solemnly: "Unicorns like to be touched by women. Girls stand in front, approach it carefully, come here, relax..."

She and the girls walked slowly towards the unicorn, while the boys stayed by the stable fence and stood watching them.

They all gathered around the unicorn, scrambling to be the first. Dali couldn't get in the line yet, so she could only listen to Graplan's loud explanation.She also noticed that they were just a little farther away from the boys, and Gryffindor and Slytherin were a little bit at each other's swords. Of course, it was usually Draco who took the lead. He held up a newspaper and looked happy, and Harry immediately grabbed He came over and read the words on it, his face was livid.

"Dursley, come here and see your brother's best friend—" He caught her gaze and greeted her like a second grader, as if he had something precious to show her.

Daly noticed that he was wearing the bracelet again.

I don’t know who wrote that D. The bracelet that should be beautiful is embellished so ugly.

The author has something to say:

On Dudley was just being a jerk and Draco had already figured out how to be a relative with Harry.

Draco: My wife, come and see that Hagrid is a half-giant!

I'm a little bit stuck, I don't know how to behave _(:з)∠)_

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Ps There is a cute comment about Scorpius, I will answer that I am not my real mother, I will not write that the child of the original girl and Draco is still called Scorpius, I feel like a 2333 is just a little mother!

Scorpius comes from an era when Voldemort was in power, so he is different from the original. I haven’t seen the unlucky boy that can be used as an original plot (in fact, it is almost all original by borrowing the setting)