[HP] Platinum Children

Andrea suppressed the rage and impulsiveness in her heart, still remembering her ladylike demeanor, raised her hand and knocked on the glass door.

Draco woke up when the three girls were staring at him.

He never thought that when he opened his eyes, he would see a person who surprised him, and this person was one of the three people he wanted to see the most.

The little girl is very beautiful, with curved eyebrows, delicate and straight nose, moist and small red lips, delicate eyebrows and facial features, she really resembles Narcissa's mother. The only thing she resembles her father is her eyes, a pair of gray His red phoenix eyes were as foggy as the London sky, with haze and unconcealable anger. Such eyes made him unable to move his eyes away.

This little girl was father and mother's daughter, a chance for him to give up everything for Malfoy.

Draco stood up without using his wand, opened the glass door himself, and smiled at Andrea: "This beautiful lady, what's the matter?"

Andrea felt that all the etiquette and self-cultivation since she was born was used at this moment, she tried her best to restrain herself, trying to pull out a natural smile - in this traffic lane with people coming and going, she couldn't make any mistakes A Malfoy thing.

Her water-red lips parted slightly, and she heard herself say softly: "Hello, this handsome gentleman, can I come in and sit down?"

The sun shines in through the window of the train, and because of the refraction, it glows with colorful luster. It gently falls on the platinum girl and platinum boy standing at the door of the box. The waist-length platinum-blonde long hair and the waxed platinum-blonde short hair Under this colorful light, the same beautiful luster is shining.

Draco turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, gracefully.

Andrea's gaze stayed on Draco for a few seconds, then she bowed and returned the salute before entering the box.

Draco closed the glass door, drew out his hawthorn wand from the inner pocket, and cast a Confusion Charm on the glass door, so that people on the aisle outside would see nothing but smiling conversations as they passed the box.

Andrea drew hers when Draco drew it—a wand made of ten-inch holly wood and unicorn hair.

Draco was satisfied with Andrea's reaction - back then, when he was 11 years old, he was not so guarded.

Andrea pointed her wand at Draco, saw that he had just cast a Confusion Charm on the door, and put it away, which she put back her holly wand.

She frowned, full of doubt and shock between her brows.

If she didn't admit her mistake, it should be a confusion spell.

Although she knew it, she believed that she couldn't perform it as well as the boy.

Suddenly, strong jealousy and grievances welled up in my heart.

Father is too hateful, too eccentric!

It wasn't enough that he betrayed his mother, he also betrayed her!He actually taught this boy so earnestly, making him compare with her, and make him stand up for himself—the little girl who was wronged in her heart simply forgot that with his father's personality, if he really had such a child, he would have recognized it a long time ago Malfoy's home.

The platinum girl is only 11 years old, and she still can't completely conceal her mood and emotions—especially under such a big shock today, so her facial expressions at this moment are a little richer.

Draco raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint smile in his light gray eyes—was he like that when he was eleven?When you are emotionally unstable, do you keep changing your expression?

Draco pulled out his hawthorn wand, and when he saw that the platinum girl immediately pulled out her holly wand again, he was both dumbfounded and relieved - when he was 11 years old, his reaction was really not as fast as this little girl.

"Beautiful lady, I don't mean any harm. I just want to buy you a drink." Draco said, then waved his wand at the luggage on the luggage rack. In an instant, a cup of fresh milk, a cup of black tea, and a few dishes Exquisite snacks appeared on the table in the box.

Draco put away his wand and made another elegant invitation: "Miss, please!"

Andrea felt very aggrieved. Since she entered this box, she had been led by the nose by Draco. Her heart was very depressed, and her stomach full of anger seemed to be contained in a leather bag. Unable to find an outlet to vent, she felt that she could no longer maintain her ladylike demeanor, and she could not follow what her mother taught, the more angry she was, the more she had to calm down, wait for the right moment, and hit the blow.

She felt that if she suppressed the fire in her heart, she would explode.

She wanted to explode, she wanted to yell, she wanted to yell, but she couldn't!

Because she's a Malfoy, she's a Black, she's a Slytherin (not yet sorted, but she knows she must be)!

Andrea didn't put away her holly wand again this time. She took a deep breath, walked to the chair on the right and sat down, trying to calm down her emotions and calm her voice: "I took the liberty to knock on the door. I didn't come to have afternoon tea with you. I'm sorry. I haven't asked your last name for so long. How do you call me?"

A hint of surprise flickered in Draco's gray eyes.

Even if Draco couldn't guess the emotion and mood of the platinum girl, he could guess eighty-nine points right. This little girl was obviously extremely angry, and almost reached the critical point of breaking out, yet she calmed down so quickly. ?

Draco stretched out his white hand: "My name is Draco Smith, you can call me Draco."

Andrea stared at the hand with sharp knuckles in front of her eyes, and her fingers on the edge of the dress moved slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly reached out and took Draco's hand, staring at him who was the same as her. Gray eyes, slowly said: "My name is Andrea Malfoy. You can call me Andrea."

A slender and strong hand with well-defined joints and a delicate white hand that was as moist as a shallot were held together. At this time, the young platinum boy and platinum girl didn't know that, with this light hand Grasp, the gear of fate "clicked" at this moment, and embarked on another track.

Andrea continued: "Excuse me, is your surname really Smith?"

There was bitterness in Draco's heart, his surname was certainly not Smith, he was a Malfoy—once.

However, due to the rules of trading, he couldn't say these things.

He couldn't tell everything he knew, so he couldn't go to his parents directly, because he didn't have a way to win their trust.

Draco silently swallowed the bitterness in his heart, and smiled softly at the platinum girl, with just the right doubts on his face: "Of course. Why do you ask?"

The platinum girl was staring at Draco seriously, trying to catch him talking in his face or in his eyes, but she couldn't find anything.

he does not know?is it possible?

She considered for a moment, a flash of determination flashed in her gray eyes, she sat up straight, and said in a serious tone: "Your hair is platinum blonde, your eyes are gray, you know? This is from the Malfoy family." Genetic marks, not to mention, you look seven points like my father. So, I think, your real surname should be Malfoy!"

Draco expressed surprise in response to the occasion, looked Andrea up and down, and shook his head after a moment of silence: "It is said that there will be three people in this world who look exactly alike, and your father and I only look seven cents alike It's just a resemblance, which is normal."

"You...Are you serious? Is there any reason?" Andrea was stunned. Is this true?is it possible?Could it be that the fact that she was angry for a long time was just unfounded?

"Of course it's true. I don't need to lie to you, do I? From the bottom of my heart, I also want to have a lovely and beautiful sister like you. Well, I should be older than you, right? I was born on June 1980, 6 How about you?"

Andrea really hoped that what Draco said was true, so she put all her thoughts on it, and answered irrelevantly: "I really hope what you said is true. But, if you are a Malfoy, then, Please remember my words today: Malfoy is mine!"

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