[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

I think I know that my feelings for you can only be a pure and fruitless infatuation.

There is no shortage of roses in the garden of the Malfoy Manor, what a precious flower, isn't it?

I know that's not my rose.

always knew.

Draco's pale blonde hair was not sprayed with hairspray today, perhaps because someone casually joked: If you put it on again, you will be bald!

The slightly long bangs covered the eyes a little, and were swayed by the breeze.

Draco looked at the pile of birthday presents in front of him, and the initial excitement and pride in his heart slowly dissipated, and he felt a little tired for some reason.

Obviously, he should be happy—there are even two more gifts this year than last year.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff don't have public classes, let alone public classes for different grades.

It was rare to meet in the corridor. To be precise, he had been paying attention to the people at the Hufflepuff table from time to time since lunch just now.

"Thank you for your birthday present, Rosa." There were two little followers behind the pale golden head—although "big followers" might be more appropriate to describe it, after all, Crabbe and Goyle were a bit taller than him .

"Happy birthday, Draco." Rosalind happily handed her blessings, and Cedric beside him smiled gently.

Of course Draco already knew they were together.

On Valentine's Day, the news that attracted him the most was that the famous savior, Mr. Pott, was embarrassing because he was surrounded by those low-IQ dwarves singing love songs in the corridor. official announcement.

Pott was written by one of his fanatical little fans a love poem that would make every Malfoy unbearable to look at:

What "His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad, he is black and handsome like a blackboard, I hope he is mine, he is really handsome, a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."

Oh Merlin!There is no way Malfoy could have written such a strange and speechless metaphor!

And the black-haired girl in front of her was publicly announced by the Hufflepuff next to her, even though Draco himself didn't really want to admit that this so-called Hufflepuff - and the current Hogwarts headmaster School Grass:

Good sir Cedric Diggory.

"Come to Malfoy Manor during the summer vacation." The boy's gray-blue eyes showed a bit of arrogance and casualness habitually, but he turned his head to Rosalind when he said the second half of the sentence, "My mother will Would make a lot of sugar."

"If we have time, we will definitely go! The candy made by Aunt Narcissa is the most delicious candy!" The girl's compliment was exactly what he wanted, and Draco hooked the corner of his mouth: "Of course, then Let’s meet again during the summer vacation.”

After speaking, he took the two "bodyguards" behind him and walked away with a little disdain.

Later, when Rosalind looked at the dilapidated Hogwarts, she thought more than once that if he could keep it like this, it might be a good choice.

Although arrogant, he is a carefree boy.

Everyone is inevitably faced with growing up. Unprepared shoulders suddenly feel the weight of the burden of life. Maybe it is the back view of parents who have seen the vicissitudes of life by accident, or maybe it is a moment when someone raises his eyes and sees the child in the mirror. My own eyebrows and eyes that are no longer immature——

Growing up, sometimes it seems that it only takes a moment for a short time.

Rosalind was enjoying the veal steak that Cedric had carefully cut for her, and Nelia and the others had long been familiar with it. After all, Cedric chose to make an official announcement in front of everyone, and made his little fans fiercely It hurts a lot.

But the object is Rosalind Shen?

That's not at all incomprehensible—and according to Rosalind's suitors, she and Cedric were already together.

Seeing Levya being asked by a Gryffindor cub if she is free to go to the library in the afternoon, Rosalind teasingly sipped the pumpkin juice and asked curiously, "Why did I go to the library?" Only got, uh—four love letters?"

Little Rose couldn't help abducting the friend who took the envelope beside her, "But it's normal, after all, our Leviathan is recognized as a great beauty~"

"Four letters?" Ezel opened his eyes wide and looked at Rosalind as if he had seen a ghost, and then bit his tongue in excitement, "Hiss—it hurts."

Seeing this, Cedric raised his eyebrows, and the hand holding the small cake for the girl paused.

"Yeah, only four boys ever gave me love letters." One of them was Cedric.

"What are you kidding?! Just let Cedric and I hand over the love letter to you, at least ten people?!" Aizel's blue eyes were full of shock, as if Rosalind had lost her memory , or someone cast a curse of forgetting everything.

After putting away the envelope, Levya also turned around, her braided reddish-brown hair was draped softly behind her head: "Isn't our little Rosa afraid that Mr. Hao will be jealous when he says that?"

"You're the most popular girl I've ever seen when I grew up!" Feeling Cedric's gaze drifting over, Azel mumbled a little: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Cedric! The last love letter was handed over to you by him!"

Rosalind's dark brown eyes were full of doubts, and the girl couldn't help squinting her eyes after seeing Cedric's dodging eyes.

Oh open?

This is fun.

"That's right, it's true." Rosalind tapped the table with her slender fingers, but her eyes were locked on her boyfriend's face: "I remember wrong."

Cedric also continued to look at her, his gray eyes were still gentle and considerate, but there was a little more complexity and guilt after the secret was revealed: "Eat first, otherwise it won't taste good when it cools down."

"Okay, let's eat first." Rosalind was not in a hurry, she knew he would explain to herself.

In the afternoon, he and Aizel had Quidditch training, so Rosalind took him to the Black Lake together.

Fewer people - better to tell some secrets, isn't it?

"Baby?" Cedric said softly. It's not that he didn't think that he would be discovered one day-but objectively speaking, it was indeed his fault.

"Huh?" Rosalind replied, waiting for his next words.

"I want to sincerely apologize to you," Cedric hooked the girl's hand, "I disposed of those love letters privately."

In your name, imitating your handwriting, first clearly reject them, and then express that you have your own.

Although shameless, the effect is remarkable.

The girl seemed to have guessed the result long ago, and pulled him to sit on the grass, where the oak tree was growing lushly.

"Tell me the reason?" The expression on Rosalind's face was full of inquiry. She was more curious about why Cedric, a good gentleman, would do such a thing than being angry or annoyed that her privacy had been violated.

There was no panic on Cedric's face, he still looked back at her firmly: "Because those people don't even know you well, I don't want you to be troubled by this kind of thing. I'm sorry, this matter It's indeed my fault, and it won't happen in the future, I promise. Don't ignore me because of this, okay?"

And, what if, what if you really promised someone they planted?

"Then fine you for taking me to Hogsmeade Village this weekend to buy a bunch of candies and chocolates." The girl helplessly rubbed the brown-blond hair of Mr. Badger beside her, "To be honest, Seid, Are you afraid that I will run away with others?"

"Hmm." I'm especially afraid of you being with others, with anyone but me.

"You really don't need to worry." Rosalind held his face and looked into those affectionate eyes: "You are also my first choice and only one, always."

The rare breeze blowing across the lake in midsummer brought a little bit of refreshment, and it also blew past two embracing figures.

During the gap between the emotional moments, her lips withdrew from the corner of his mouth and approached the boy's ear:

"I will only be your exclusive rose."