young man returning home

"You have to believe that the dream that troubles you is the hallucinogenic effect of the potion, yes, it is indeed that." The young man gradually calmed down, "If one day I tell you, those are all real! The eyes of the nutria I stared out in surprise! But that was indeed the problem with the potion—I haven’t done such a stupid thing for a long time, that day... was really disrespectful, disrespectful..."

"Don't be stupid again - you should trust Gryffindor's courage, I... I..." Hermione took a deep breath, as if she was nervous.Of course, if you want to confess your heart to your former enemy, it is indeed a very nervous thing.

Draco laughed and said, "As soon as you pointed your wand at me and uttered the Invoke God Protection Curse, I knew that Gryffindor's courage cannot be underestimated."

"So, then," Hermione rubbed the hem of her clothes nervously, "I have to tell you... I... I think... I fell in love with... the hideous Slytherin, I don't know when..."

"How crazy!" Draco chuckled slyly, "You're professing your love to a hideous Slytherin!"

The girl was ashamed and embarrassed.

Draco walked over softly: "Sorry for turning your lovely Patronus into that idiot goshawk!"

"It's really regrettable." The little girl looked directly at him.

"Ha! Funny Gryffindor!" His eyes were shining with stars, and it was one of the few happy moments Draco lived to remember. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Hermione, and buried his chin in the Under her neck, the fluffy long hair that smelled of fragrance shampoo tickled him.He whispered softly: "That's what I should say, Hermione, you don't know the long suffering... I can only look at you from a distance, and I was warned by everyone to stay away from you. It is clearly the persistence of two people , but you put all the pain and responsibility on me, that's why I hate you so much... You can continue to live your life in style, but Malfoy can only be nostalgic in endless thoughts, and he can't get out of the tower I watch your life alone in the shadow of my life..."

Hermione was overwhelmed, although Draco's sudden embrace was very helpful to her.At least this proves that it was never my own wishful thinking and wrong affection.What the boy said made her confused.

"You don't know, you can only hold the memories of the days of walking dead, how pitiful it is." Draco buried his head deeper, and his long brown hair touched his neck lightly like tangled grass. "You don't need to delve into the deep meaning, you just need to know that Malfoy loves you far longer and deeper than you love him."

Hermione also put her arms around him, and Draco murmured deeper, like a child: "Hermione...Hermione...I love you...I love you, good girl."

I love you.This is Merlin's deepest and warmest blessing for young love.

The golden head knocked on her shoulder, the sun and the setting sun, the time is so sweet that honey can be squeezed out. "Since the result is like this, it has nothing to do with the process. I only accept this result, as long as this result, Hermione," Draco gently rubbed the girl's long, fluffy brown hair, sending the sweet and greasy fragrance into his mouth Breathing, he seemed to be talking in his sleep, "Let's start all over again, it has nothing to do with the process, we are standing here now, and we are back here again, Hermione, forget the unpleasant memories, we can start again, as if nothing happened. You Will you still be upset about Malfoy's rudeness in the Forbidden Forest? Forgive him, he was just a poor child at that time.——One day you will know what happened that day... Malfoy, Malfoy My world is falling...Girl, it is my honor for you to stand here properly."

Malfoy's tone faded away, and there was a deep sigh in his voice, as if mourning a painful memory from the past.Hermione patted him on the shoulder lightly, as delicately as a mother treats a child.The little witch narrowed her eyes and smiled lightly. Now is the beginning of her happiness.Although she didn't know at this time, how painful it would be to pay for falling in love with a Slytherin.

Draco was upset, he knew that happiness was too fast, and the trumpet to destroy happiness had already sounded under the not-too-distant starry sky.He hugged Hermione tightly, trying to catch the fine sand that was streaming down his fingertips one after another.Just let him be selfish again, that's what Hermione owed him.Merlin testifies, one last time.

Draco finally decided that by taking that secret from the Forbidden Forest to her grave, she would eventually return to her own world, to the Gryffindor camp.Forgetting must be happier than remembering.

Malfoy is selfish, of course he would not have foreseen that many years later Mrs. Weasley was in Andromeda's hut, another snowy Christmas Eve, and learned that she had been tortured by one self-righteous wizard after another passing through her life. How remorseful and heart-wrenching it is when you see the truth covered up by pain.No less than under the bleak autumn scenery in the manor, Mr. Malfoy's lonely but happy yearning and suffering for more than ten years.For the mottled starlight of that night, for a young promise.

At this moment, little Malfoy was embracing his beloved girl: "Forget the unhappiness in the Forbidden Forest, happiness is on the way." He breathed softly in her ear.The little girl believed it, it was the whole world she thought.

Under the tower, the two shadows gradually merged into one, stretching long.

The young man looked carefully at Hermione's closed eyes because of embarrassment, the eyelashes trembling slightly, very cute.The peach-colored lips seemed to still have the soft touch when he left.Slytherin laughed slyly: "We should add another flavor to the Weird Bean - the taste of nutria lips, and the sales will increase!"

"...Draco!"

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The wind blows and brings the fragrance of vanilla.In the distance, the beech forest casts jagged silhouettes.The gentle dusk of Hogwarts is coming again.The scenery that can be seen in the eyes, the jackdaws are flying all over the sky.Hermione knew that all of this was real. The smell of the ancient aloes on Draco's body, and the shattered golden hair brushed gently over her shoulders, were all real, and there would never be another cold rain. In the terrified night, come to remind her cruelly that all the beautiful images that appear in her mind are just hallucinatory dreams.

At least, they were once real together.That's enough.Even if the gullies are deep in the future, the pure blood will still be difficult to overcome, then at least she once had a beautiful memory that can be treasured, and the night of waking up alone in the cold rain will not be miserable.

"Hey!" Hermione jumped up suddenly, as if thinking of something, "Draco! The night we were in the Forbidden Forest for the second time, you said that my Patronus had changed...and at that time, I I clearly remember that it was my patron saint of otters who drove away the dementors that night, without any mistake. You... you mean?"

"Huh? ... the night we strayed into the Forbidden Forest because of your stupidity?"

"Draco! You are like an old gentleman, with a worrying memory! My Patronus is clearly at this very moment! That idiot goshawk that has turned into you! Absolutely! No! Wrong! Wrong!!"

"Oh?" The boy looked up, and he looked good. "Oh, then... slips of the tongue, slips of the tongue. You know, with stupid Gryffindors, any low-end mistakes are possible!"

"De! La! Co!!"

The boy let the girl he loves chase him with a petty temper. Under the tower, there is only the cheerful laughter of the nutria, accompanied by the cooing of a few birds passing through the twilight. The echo of happiness hidden in the memory.Distant and empty valley spread the sound.

Let her never know the truth, then.Draco stared at the long shadow in the sunset, thinking to himself.