[HP] look at you

This year's Halloween dinner, the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

The students from Ilvermorny sat on their long desks in their respective colleges with pale complexions, their eyes glazed over, and they looked dispirited after being physically and mentally traumatized.

Hermione figured that if she got a failing grade in any class this term, that might be it.

Affected by their emotions, the Hogwarts students felt a little guilty for no reason, and then they felt wrong. They didn't do anything, so why should they feel wronged?

So they all looked at the couple who were the instigators on the teacher's desk.

I saw the two of them eating their meals calmly, smiling and talking in a low voice from time to time, and they didn't feel at all uncomfortable about being caught for doing something bad.

The students were very convinced.

In fact, that's what Olivia and Snape were talking about.

"When you said that sentence, did you expect such a scene to happen?" Snape asked.

How could Olivia think of it.

But she felt that even if it was expected, she would still do it.

"It's very interesting, isn't it?" They are all at the right age for youth, and of course they need some more flavorful condiments to live up to their youth.

Just like her, didn't she want to have a sweet relationship at the beginning just to live up to the beautiful girlhood?

If you don't take the first step bravely, who knows which direction the road will lead to and where it will eventually arrive.

While Olivia was saying this, a girl on the Ravenclaw table stood up. She walked up to the teacher's table and whispered something to Frost next to Dumbledore.

Frost listened with a smile, and glanced at Olivia who stayed out of the way.

He nodded happily, "Okay, do what you want."

Dumbledore, who heard the conversation between the two of them, had a subtle expression.

With the principal's permission, Sophia turned around, stood in front of the teacher's long desk, looked down and took a deep breath.

"Draco Malfoy." She called out Draco's name.

The auditorium fell silent, and the students of Ilvermorny all understood.The Hogwarts students looked at Sophia and then at Draco, skillfully making the melon-eating expressions that are commonly used recently.

Draco looked at Sophia who was blushing and standing on it inexplicably. She was so nervous that her hands were shaking, but she insisted on looking up at him.

"Although Hogwarts does not actually have this festival, I, who come from Ilvermorny, want to practice the traditions that have been handed down in our school for many years today." Sophia said with a trembling voice.

Draco had a bad premonition, he turned his face to look at Pansy, and asked in a low voice, "What does she want?"

A school that can hold such incredible events as a beauty contest in costumes would not have any happy traditions.

Pan Xi glanced at Sophia who was on the stage with burning eyes, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

After speaking, Sophia took out her wand and conjured a black rose and a bow.

"Pfft——" This familiar opening caused Tara on the teacher's long table to spit out a mouthful of wine, covering her mouth and coughing.

Olivia: "..."

Snape: "..."

Olivia turned her head to look at Tara speechlessly, Tara shook her head again and again, "I swear I don't know."

Frost passed several professors, stroked his mustache and said to Olivia: "Oh, this was only raised in the school after you graduated. I don't know which student made it. It is said that this kind is used on Halloween. The way to confess to the person you like, you can get the ideal love.”

Olivia: "..." It seems...she made it.

Snape: "..." As if...he was one of the parties present.

Frost sighed: "Ah, it is beautiful to be young."

Dumbledore suddenly hesitated.Give the headmaster position to these two people, Hogwarts will not be spoiled by them, right?

Olivia and Snape looked at each other, and finally felt a little embarrassed.

So this is what it feels like to be executed publicly... Olivia deeply understands what it means to be unhappy with retribution.

Sophia was so nervous that she didn't even hear the chatter of the teachers behind her.She tried not to shake her hands too much, pinched the rose on the bow, and aimed at Draco on the Slytherin table.

Draco also guessed what she was going to do at this time, but he had never encountered such a strange scene in the extra memory he created out of thin air, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Draco, please...accept my feelings for you." Sofia let go.

Rose flew in Draco's direction.

All the teachers, students and ghosts of Hogwarts watched this scene with wide-eyed expressions of "Can you still play like this?", looking forward to the follow-up development.

Harry thought silently: Sure enough, a good brother's jokes are better than others'.

Hermione looked worriedly at Pansy, who had lost her smile.

It was absolutely impossible for Draco to take this hot rose, and he was already sitting upright, ready to dodge.

Just when the rose was about to fall in front of Draco, he stretched out a hand diagonally and stopped it.

Draco looked at Pansy beside him in surprise.

The onlookers were even more excited: Oh - let's fight!

Pansy held the black rose and looked at Draco expressionlessly, "Do you want it?"

Draco: "..." He shook his head repeatedly.

Who dares to ask for this.

Pansy immediately crushed the black rose and threw it on the ground, looked at Sophia who was about to cry, and said indifferently: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think black is suitable for him, so I'm sorry."

Harry: "..." Are you in an embarrassed tone?You are obviously "killing you within three days" tone!

Going to see Draco again, oh well, he already laughed like a morning glory.

Harry was very upset, and couldn't help but look for Hermione's figure, and saw her with a dazed expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

Olivia couldn't help but nodded, "I really like this little girl."

Snape wanted to say that she likes uniqueness, but felt that he was included in it, so he had to remind her, "The Malfoy family probably won't like it."

Olivia thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, "It's okay, they will like it too."

Snape saw her expression and knew that she had another crooked idea.

But the mood of the Malfoy family was beyond his concern, so he didn't bother to ask.

The Halloween dinner came to an end with a lot of joy and peace - if you don't count the crying Sofia.

Watching the theater satisfies the ghosts and continued their banquet, recalling their own or other people's love stories in those years, abruptly turning a Halloween into a Valentine's Day.

Draco returned to the dormitory with a wry smile, opened SOME happily, and found his little nightingale.

Draco: What color do you think I would go with?

Nightingale: Green.

Draco:?

Nightingale: Bright.

Draco: ...

He was in a good mood, and he didn't care about Pansy's duplicity. Anyway, he planned to wait for Pansy to grow up before planning the next step, so he took it as a test of patience.

Pan Xi suddenly sent a sentence: Why don't you accept it?

Isn't this asking knowingly?

Draco pondered for a long time what to do, one voice was eager to urge him to puncture it, and the other voice tried to persuade him to stay safe and not to rush for a while.

However, before he could consider the pros and cons of various options, Pansy said again: I'll give you another ten seconds.

Draco's heart shuddered.

How many words are enough to write in ten seconds?

It was too late to make a trade-off, Draco wrote like a fly: I want you...

In a hurry, he slipped his hand and sent out the words before he finished writing.

Draco: "..." No!What he wanted to say was "I want your roses".

Fearing that this frivolous remark would displease the people at SOME, Draco sweated anxiously, and hurriedly wanted to add it. As soon as the quill fell down, a line of slender words appeared on the paper.

Pansy: You already have it.

Draco was stunned for a moment, unable to react, and carefully read the conversation before and after.

Then, fireworks exploded in his heart one after another, and flowers bloomed everywhere. He pressed his fist to his lips, but he couldn't help but let out a happy laugh.

Blaise's helpless and irritable voice sounded from outside the curtain: "Draco, it's been a night, have you laughed enough?"

Draco was enjoying himself in love, while Harry was tossing and turning in the dormitory.

He took out SOME and looked at Hermione's name for a long time. He wanted to write, but he didn't know what to say. He crossed out and rewritten several times, and then closed the notebook.

Unable to fall asleep, Gryffindor's trouble-making spirit emerged.

Harry got up lightly, took out the invisibility cloak and put it on, and left the Gryffindor tower.

The gathering of the ghosts is not over yet, the faint sound of music and laughter can still be heard in the castle, the decorated bats are flying around in the corridors, and the pumpkin grimacing lanterns are laughing and mocking.

Amid such hilarity, Harry felt for the first time the emotion called loneliness.

He hoped that someone could talk to him at this time, make jokes, such as discuss what happened at the dinner party, and secretly guess whether it might be caused by Olivia.

Looking for Neville?He has a gentle personality and is a good listening partner, but not suitable for bickering and laughing.Draco?Come on, he didn't want to see that face that was about to grin to the sky these days.

He thought for a while, ruled out this, picked on that, and finally found that the only person he wanted to be by his side was that person, only her.

Stopping, Harry looked up and saw the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower's bedroom.

He took out SOME again, raised his pen and hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Hermione, are you asleep?"

Before Harry could lift his quill, Hermione's reply came quickly: "No."

Looking at the scribbled words, Harry suddenly realized.

In fact, Hermione's mind is not complicated at all - she always reveals everything clearly.

You don't need to guess her expression, try to figure out her tone, or even look at what she said, just look at her response without hesitation to understand her mood.

The entanglement there before was entirely due to his own self-consciousness.

Harry felt relieved all of a sudden, and his words could express his happiness.

"I'm at the door of your dormitory, are you coming out? I have something to say to you."

Hermione: "You dare to swim at night again! If you are caught, you will die!"

Harry: "As long as you don't report it to the professor, I won't get caught."

Hermione: "What can't be said on SOME, do you have to come here?"

Harry: "It's just something I just want to say to your face, don't you want to hear it?"

Harry was still waiting for Hermione's reply, when he saw the wooden door was gently opened from the inside, and Hermione in her dressing gown with disheveled hair slipped out through the crack like a thief.

She didn't notice Harry in the Invisibility Cloak, and when he stopped, he was almost in front of the tip of Harry's nose.

She was short of breath, obviously trotting all the way here, opened her eyes wide and looked around, but she didn't see anyone, so her eyebrows furrowed, her lips curled down unhappily, and she exhaled angrily—it blew on Harry. face.

Harry's face felt hot.

Seeing Hermione's series of vivid and lively little expressions up close, Harry just thought she was extremely cute.

He just realized now that if he thinks a girl is beautiful, he may not necessarily like her, but if he thinks a girl is cute in any way, then he must definitely like her.

Seeing Hermione turning back in anger and frustration, Harry reached out from under the Invisibility Cloak, pulled a corner of the cloak, and dragged her in.

Hermione fell into Harry's arms.

She raised her head, and saw Harry holding a transparent cloak with one hand, smiling down at her, his green eyes filled with soft waves.

"Hermione," he said softly, "I don't like talking to you on SOME, I want to watch you."

Hermione's face turned red little by little.

But she didn't bow her head shyly, she still looked at him steadily - even though her eyelashes were trembling.

"why?"

Harry was embarrassed, and his eyes wandered, "Because... I like your shining eyes."

Hermione didn't know if she made a mistake, but after seeing Pansy's sudden tough behavior at the dinner party, she didn't want to retreat any longer.

She flickered those praised eyes, and said slowly: "If...you think they are shining, it may be... because I saw you."

Harry couldn't see his expression now, but he could guess that it must be the same bright and exaggerated smile as Draco's, which was annoying.

He couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the cloak, and controlled Hermione's shoulders with strength, and the cloak covered the heads of the two of them like water.

Harry could feel Hermione trembling slightly, and he could hear his own heart beating.

They are all nervous, afraid, and looking forward to it.

"Hermione," Harry whispered in her ear, "I like you."

It's not that I like your difference, but because I like you, I feel that you are different.

How does it feel to be expressed by someone you like?

Hermione couldn't describe it, and probably she wouldn't feel bad if Professor Orpington told her now that she failed Defense Against the Dark Arts and couldn't take her advanced course.

Because joy and happiness have overflowed, blocking the perception of other emotions.

Hermione froze for a while, then slowly lowered her head, leaned lightly on Harry's shoulder, and tightly grabbed the hem of his chest with one hand.

"I also...I like you too." She couldn't control her sobs.

On the Astronomy Tower opposite Ravenclaw Tower, Olivia also leaned on Snape's shoulder, huddled in his open coat, and counted the stars.

She has been watching this starry sky for more than [-] years, and the people who accompany her to watch it have not changed.

In fact, I am tired of watching the starry sky, but as long as the people around me are still there, it seems that I can watch it forever.

"Do you think it will be popular in Hogwarts to give black roses in this way on Halloween in the future?" Olivia asked.

Snape said softly, "If you catch one and deduct one hundred points, no one will dare."

Olivia sneered, "Why, aren't others allowed to imitate our way of showing love?"

Snape snorted, "What do those brats know about love?"

"We weren't much older then."

"Not allowed as long as I'm at Hogwarts for a day."

"Hey, how overbearing."

"Ok?"

"But I like it."

"Ah."

Long night, cold wind and dew cold.

But as long as someone is by your side, the process of waiting for the dawn will not feel lonely.

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The author has something to say:

May every night be accompanied by someone by your side.

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It's over, to celebrate, let's draw a Bubble Mart professor on WB.

Possibly another finish car?

Write in two days.

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What I want to say has already been said before, so I won't be sensational anymore.

Cherish each other, goodbye by fate.

ヾ(￣▽￣)Bye~