Bride of the HP Dragon

Hermione Granger is a smart little lady.

Of course, this was nothing new to Draco, but the way he'd been treated over the past three days made him genuinely grateful for the Gryffindor rapper's scheming.

Headmasters and prefects are busy, especially in the last few weeks of Hogwarts term before the summer break, when there are countless things to do.

For example, the head of the Boys' Union, Blaise Zabini, dragged the prefects' helpers, running in and out of the Great Hall and the Slytherin common room, like a busy black-haired shadow.He was always the first person in Slytherin House to wake up, and if Professor Snape was not counted, he was also the last to fall asleep.

But even though the castle has countless hidden corners, Hogwarts isn't big enough for two students to have a conversation in total privacy.Even so, even trying to get close to Granger and curse her softly was enough to frustrate Draco every time he tried.

Honestly, this girl is as elusive as Crabbe and Goyle are going to eat spinach frittata for dinner.

For the past three days, Granger had either eaten in her room or ate on the go, and Draco only knew about it because he ran into the kitchen and asked the house-elf.

When he had a chance to see her, she never left alone.If Potter and Weasley weren't there with her to and from get out of class, then Ginny Weasley had to be with her.From the joyously ignorant look on her friend's face, Draco could surmise that they were still in the dark about what had happened over the weekend.

That's pretty cool.

The last thing Draco wanted to see was Ron Weasley, his face purple with rage, demanding a duel with him in the Great Hall.Potter, on the other hand, would inevitably be distracted by the scar on his forehead and then want to grind Draco to dust in front of the whole school.

Draco thought this must be a very good show.Snape would have killed Potter and taken to Azkaban immediately.Weasley happily went to comfort the newly widowed Granger, while Filch was called in to wipe Draco's ashes off the floor.

Draco wondered if she would ever tell her friend the truth.Maybe not, there is no doubt that she has always put herself on the moral high ground.If things got out, the pure and clean Granger would immediately turn into a girl with a bunch of tattered fig leafs.

As Pansy said, the quieter the person, the more secrets they have.A girl like Granger always had some secrets in her closet. Draco didn't know why, and it made him a little sick to think of Granger's so-called "secrets".

At least in his mind, he deserves the unashamed title of "The Monster in the Closet."

When he woke up from the chaos, he wanted Granger to remember that when she was old and fat with a famous husband and three young children at his knees, when she was lying in bed in the dead of night, he wanted She remembered that she had once been married to Draco Malfoy, even if it had only been two weeks.

He thinks he has sadistic tendencies, he's used to it.As a Malfoy, the urge was irresistible.

When they got back to school from Malfoy Manor, she didn't look too bad.Pale, that's for sure, but her smile was a little too bright.She still looked scruffy, as if spending weekends with him hadn't changed anything, and fashion sense hadn't been transferred to Hermione because of the interpenetration of men and women.

And she was absent at mealtimes, and no one thought there was anything wrong with that.

He almost caught her yesterday.

It was towards the end of lunch, and as expected, she wasn't seated next to Scarhead and his stupidly numerous entourage, and Draco noticed Ginny Weasley walking in with two empty plates the auditorium.

Aha.

Edward Knox, a sixth-year Slytherin, stopped Draco when he was about to go out to find Granger, a trick that, ironically, happened all the time.

"Malfoy, can I borrow your sixth-year Charms project?"

"If you just make the broomstick repair kit your dad just bought you automatically appear in my room."

"Ah! I just got it!"

"I got a perfect score in that course plus 20 extra points, Knox," Draco reminded.

"Ok."

It was sunny outside and a bit muggy, but fortunately Draco found her quickly.Granger was lying on a broad stone bench by the river, no doubt the granite stone was warming from the afternoon sun.

She shaded her face with an open book of Advanced Charms, and listening to her breathing, one could tell she was relaxed or drowsy.

He could guess what it would be like if she removed the book from her face and saw herself. There would be shadows under her eyes, and deep blue blood vessels could be seen under her pale complexion.Her Cupid-like mouth was neither pouted nor worried.If he woke her, she would squint at him, maybe blink at him in bewilderment.

Maybe she'll lick her lips too.

Draco sighed.

He knew what it was like to be extremely drowsy, so undisturbed breaks during the day were precious, considering that half of the Hogwarts students were sleep deprived.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, looked at the sky in frustration, and hurried back to the castle when he came back with an even worse mood.

What he really wanted to do was to wake her up and talk to her about having a final meeting with Emmanuel Bergin.Borgin is a busy man, so make an appointment with him at least a few days in advance.

But Lucius, somewhat surprisingly, volunteered the task of contacting Borgin, a man well-connected enough to know enough about the illicit trade to make the Ministry uneasy.

And Draco couldn't spend all his spare time chasing Granger, Slytherin house was in a hurry, and he, Blaise, and Pansy were trying to make the young students more responsible.The common room is messy and students are openly dealing contraband on campus.Much to the house's embarrassment, the entire seventh year of Slytherin was considered synonymous with illegal fighting in the school.

Since the weekend, when he didn't have to scare the younger students into sweat, Draco was racking his brains and carefully studying FidaMia.After Lucius' initial rage, the older Malfoy finally found the family's copy of "FidaMia" from the bookshelf: Magic of Glory, and gave it to Draco.

If the book wasn't so stupid that it felt like a waste of time, it would have been worth all the effort it put into it.According to the author, there is no cure, no remedy, and no hint of the existence of a counter-curse.

Although there are a few interesting pictures on this, especially the one on page 617...  

But the chapter on "Effects" was quite meaningful, and if Draco hadn't been going through his book every week, his own experience alone would have been enough for him to draw up a lot of notes.

Metaphorically speaking, Granger's damn smell followed him everywhere.At first, all he could do was to assume that it was Pansy or Millicent or whatever Slytherin girl, Pansy was always trying out the latest perfume that was almost deadly.

He finally asked her after breakfast one morning.

"Rose?" Pansy replied, "That's why you've been smelling like someone dropped a big shit egg all morning?"

"Yes, roses. I think it might also smell like perfume roses, and I'd be very grateful if you didn't spray so much."

Pansy rolled him an exasperated look. "All I can tell you is that it's not my perfume. Perfume rose is a bit out of date for me," she said, sounding reassuring to Draco for associating himself with it. Kind of annoyed.

"Well," Draco nodded, "maybe Millicent."

"No, Millicent wears a disgusting cologne by August Winthrop."

It was clearly Granger's smell, and it was strongest in the morning, which Draco figured might be when she was putting on perfume.

Then, there will be occasional, indescribable...

God, Draco couldn't dare say the word that came to his head.

Pleasure.

Yes, but the thought is uncomfortable.

The incident at the lake first had caused Draco to miss the perfect opportunity to startle Granger out of his sleep.Secondly, early the next morning, a first-year Gryffindor fell down the second floor of the stairs, screaming so horribly that Peeves felt ashamed.

The fall on her knee was bad, but normally Draco would have walked past the kid without looking at him, intent on punishing Hedge, who was standing on the top stairs and scribbling on the wall with Muggle markers. Patch fourth grade.

"I'm assuming you're probably not going to stop making noise?" he stopped and snapped at the girl.

Ten minutes later, he took her to the medical wing.

He can't even use his strengths to denounce with elegant rhymes, he just calls her a crybaby.But in fact, it is well known that there is no need to pay special attention to it. Draco never swears repetitively.

Granger also seemed to be a scar born on a human head, even so, she did not use her sense of justice to come to the medical wing to see him that day.

Sooner or later they had to meet, but waiting until the end of term to deal with the hassle was terribly annoying to Draco.His father was too unpredictable, and Draco didn't want to risk losing everything he'd negotiated with the Ministry of Magic just because his "little wife" wasn't cooperating.

Checking the prefects bulletin board before bed last night was the straw that broke the camel's back, as Draco Malfoy found himself assigned to fourth year detention.

This was unheard of for seventh year Slytherin prefects, who had never given solitary confinement to fourth years, because fourth years were so disgusting.

Usually, students in grades one to three have a sense of fear for the whole school, and are very afraid of the labor services that come with confinement. The prefects can safely leave these low-grade students for an hour without checking from time to time them.Filch was also a keen solitary fellow for the underclassmen, and he always arranged all sorts of wholesome cleaning activities, for which his pale face would lighten up.

And above the fifth grade, many naughty students have no time to make trouble because of heavy schoolwork.And professors also like to confine students themselves, supervising their homework while asking them to make additional contributions such as sorting and filing.

But that doesn't include fourth graders, who are usually the ones who get into trouble the most.A real-life example is two Ravenclaw boys fighting (still using fists) in the classroom at the instigation of a Slytherin girl.

Draco was sitting behind a lectern in a classroom on the second floor, with his feet up on the desk, reading an old Muggle "manly" magazine that the students had hidden in their desks.

Two boys were painting the desks, and the girls were busy cleaning the notice boards at the back of the room.If Draco hadn't generously cast a cooling spell, this afternoon would have been sweltering and sweltering.

"Singer, good boy, will you open that window?"

The boy raised his head with a frown, threw away the oily rag in his hand, murmured dissatisfaction, and went to carry out Draco's order.

"How much longer do we have to go?" grumbled another boy, whose name Draco couldn't remember, Winston or Wimbo or something.

"As long as I let you work, you have to work on those tables. If you have enough time, there are still many cabinets."

"You can't do that," Singer said, rising to his feet, with a hint of rebellion. "Professor Flitwick said we just need to get these tables done."

"I can do anything I want. Get back to work, or I'll turn you into a mushroom monster."

Singer gave Draco a suspicious look at the plausible threat, but it was effective in suppressing resistance, if only suppressing it.

Draco glanced at the back of the classroom: "Good job, Carmen, you can stop."

Another boy yelled, "What? She's hardly doing anything! And she's late for detention!"

"You'll see that I love to favor girls, especially Slytherin girls. And she came to labor service because you two foolishly gave her name to Professor Flitwick after you got caught."

"You know why? I guess it would be fun to know who she was going to meet over the holidays. Singer or me? We've been waiting for this for months. Now I have to tell my parents that we Gotta get up and get ready for the summer," whined Winston or the Wimbo guy.

Oh, it looks like that's the reason for the fight.

The boy finally hit the mark, and Draco thought, "Very well, Carmen, which boy are you going to see for the summer?"

Carmen thought for a moment: "Kappal," she said, giving Singer a wink.

Singer smiled like a house elf, and Draco was able to flip through the pages of the magazine in peace and undisturbed until Carmen sat on the podium.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, leaning her head closer, thrusting her rudimentary breasts at Draco, blinking her eyelashes desperately to fan a breeze.

"Muggle porn magazines, Carmen, you're not interested."

She nodded, so that the Slytherin girls would not be swayed by it: "My brother used to have these magazines too, but mother said it was normal and just told him to throw them away."

"From what I know of your brother, he must have hidden more under the bed."

"Is it true what they say?" Carmen continued in a low voice. "You can inherit even if your father is still alive? I heard Millicent Burst and Pansy Parkinson talking about it." .”

Draco admired her brazenness very much: "These two girls are really gossiping, I won't believe the gossip you overhear."

"But you need a mistress of the manor to help you manage trivial matters. There is no wizard lord under the age of 30 in the wizarding world who is single. Well, unless you count Enrod Higgs." Carmen seemed to have Thoughts.

"he is……"

"On the second Saturday of every month, after five o'clock, I go to the Morris Salon in Diagon Alley for a regular appointment. The one who likes the hoop pattern?"

The girl giggled.

"I think wives can be picked slowly," Draco responded to Carmen's shameless temptation: "Besides, in terms of the operation of the manor, only the employment relationship can save costs."

"So where does your father go when he's done serving his sentence? I've heard he's a very difficult tyrant."

Draco's eyes turned cold: "You're too loud, Carmen."

She shrugged, but somehow she was still a little ashamed so she looked a little embarrassed: "I need to know the latest situation, and you also know that school will be different when you leave Hogwarts."

Singer had been trying to get Draco's attention, but since the boy had ignored Draco's advice and kept calling him "Draco" instead of "Mr. Malfoy," Draco was happy to ignore him.

"Mr. Malfoy," Singer said finally, his fists clenched by his side: "The time has come, can we go?"

"Tell me what you have gained today, then you can go."

He blinked: "Can't you box in school?"

Draco sighed: "Carmen, come here."

Young Slytherins did not disappoint: "Don't fight with your fists at school and don't get caught."

Draco smiled: "Very well, you can go now."

It wasn't until Draco signed the confinement sheet that the two boys were finally able to leave, panicking as if the Dark Lord was after them.Carmen stopped Draco in the corridor to show his confinement form. When he finished signing, Carmen took out a shiny green apple from his schoolbag and handed it to Draco.

"Here you are," she said, "because you didn't eat lunch when you supervised us."

Draco liked the green apple very much, he took it and put it in his pocket before jogging away.He also had Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and an after-school program in Greenhouse 4 in the afternoon.From this point of view, this will be an outdoor course.

Granger would be there too, so she finally got ready for his presence.