young man returning home

No.16 Chapter Heaven For Whom Spring

This month may be the happiest day in her living memory.Every corner of Hogwarts Castle is engraved with their happiness as a couple.There are footprints all over the cypress bushes near the lake, and the towers of Gryffindor, they use codes to respond.Draco always bluffed to scare her: "Well, it seems that we shouldn't make it public, the date of Gryffindor and Parseltongue! It's enough to be the biggest news in Hogwarts! Come on, girl, we Just like before, keep our date tightly covered..."

just like before?Hermione pouted, she couldn't remember a time when they had ever lived together in peace, let alone a date!

Draco's flying broom is not in vain. Slytherin's Seeker's flying skills are remarkable. Hermione always sits on his broom. Drink coffee and eat dessert, like all Muggle couples in love are glued together.Of course, the only difference was that they had to hop on the flying brooms in haste and embarrassment after the evening movie was over, and return to Hogwarts before the curfew like lightning.Hermione always yelled anxiously: "Draco! You go faster! Drive! Drive!"

"...Do you think I'm a mule or a horse?" Draco had three black lines on his forehead in perfect harmony, and it was rare for him to be able to accurately call out the scientific names of Muggle animals.

At this time, Hermione always hugged him tightly from behind, rubbed her head against his back, rested her head on Draco's shaggy hair, and fell asleep.

"Girl,—girl, you can lighten your weight a little, and we'll be much less likely to get caught by Snape," said the Seeker as they sprinted through the across the Thames.

It was obvious that Draco had been punched hard on the back.

"Are you afraid that I will throw you into the river to feed the fish?"

"...Malfoy will not have a wife," she added vaguely.

"Okay, good lady, sit still." The boy giggled.

If a precise sense of direction and proficient flying skills can be summed up as the necessary skills for a Seeker, then Draco's familiarity with the Muggle neighborhood can only be described as amazing.

"Hey! Over there..." Before Hermione finished speaking, Draco had deftly passed through the gap between two tall buildings, lowered his broom, and quickly turned into another block. "Without an invisibility cloak, Muggles will be terrified!" The little witch screamed as she lay on top of him!

"Invisibility cloak? My girl, are you fantasizing about going on a date with Potter?" Draco turned his head and gave her a quick glance, "Uh huh, good girl, don't tell me you drool in your sleep!" He smiled, Showing a mouthful of beautiful white teeth in a direction Hermione couldn't see.The wind blew past the ears and temples, whistling, "Hey!" The little Slytherin boy seemed to be playing a relaxing Quidditch game, and there was no such laughter in his childhood dreams.

Hermione also rolled her eyes in a direction he couldn't see, and continued to cling to his back like an octopus, sound asleep.Merlin bless, I hope she really drools when she sleeps, Slytherin's exaggerated and beating expression is really rare in a hundred years.

"Turn around the block, there is a movie theater not far away, girl, you have to jump off the broom, let's go there on foot - Muggles shouldn't have much objection to young couples carrying brooms to watch movies.  …You Would you like to have some popcorn? We can go get them. Of course, I also have a chocolate frog - it's melting in my pocket, and if the card was Snape, it would be a bit of a bummer..." He said to The terrain is so familiar, Hermione may be even more surprised at how proficiently he can name the Muggle world.

"Draco, have you been here before?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

He was taken aback.Hermione could clearly feel his holding her hand froze slightly, and Draco forced a smile: "It's all in the past."

"Is it because of that Muggle girlfriend?" She stood on tiptoe, looking deeply into his deep blue lake-like eyes, "—I heard that was when you fell in love with drinking coffee?" She added One sentence: "Muggle coffee."

"Who said that?"

"That time in the Slytherin common room, Blaise said." She had a good memory.

"Do you believe in Parseltongue too?" Draco's beautiful eyes flashed a hint of unpredictability, he quickly calmed down, and Slytherin smiled slyly: "Hermione, Hermione, I want nutria lips Weird flavored beans."

"There's nothing to sell here! I! No! Bring! A penny!" The little witch slapped the Parseltongue hard.

"It's okay, the original one is obviously more delicious." Slytherin had thick skin, pulled Hermione close, and pressed his lips down hard.

Fenquan's accusation was invalid and he retreated.

The Muggle pedestrians passing by walked in a hurry, and occasionally turned their heads to glance at the young couple on the side of the road. Of course, in the eyes of the British Muggles, the young couple in front of them were no different from any British teenagers in love.Although... it does seem a bit strange to go out on a date with a broom on your shoulder.Draco's Nimbus 2000, which was lying on the ground, felt ashamed under the enthusiastic gazes of passers-by.

They hug the streets of London before dusk.

Merlin testified that such happiness is so wonderful.

"Jessica is a dumb bird." Hermione stood under the lush trees in Malfoy Manor, looked at the serious young man in the shadows, and said with a smile.

"Don't say it's stupid, I told you that the person with this name is a silly girl with no taste, how smart do you expect that owl to be?" Draco carefully cleaned Jessica's broken bird's nest, head Didn't lift it either.

"Is it Pansy? - the 'silly girl'?" Hermione curled her lips, slightly jealous.

"Come on, girl, don't be so good, I skipped the engagement party with Pansy for you—Mr. Malfoy almost broke my leg—" He broke off suddenly, and smiled bitterly.

"—For me? Little Mr. Malfoy, are you going to file a case with your current girlfriend?"

"..." Draco stopped what he was doing, "Mrs. Malfoy, can I arrange an appointment with Parkinson for you? It's always easy to find common topics between women. It seems that you have been very fond of Parseltongue recently. interested?"

"You're welcome, pony, you should curtsey downright," Hermione lifted her skirt and made a staggering kneeling gesture, "—'Happy to be of service, Your Majesty,' Miss Parkinson should Will gladly accuse you of 'infidelity', and maybe dig up what I want to know."

"Would you like to hear Parseltongue—Brace isn't a loyal friend either—what's he talking about? My ex-girlfriend? A Muggle? Unbelievable." It is an upgraded version of Narcissa's "interrogation" of Lucius. The previous Mrs. Malfoy are indeed difficult characters, including this... "future"...

"So, that Muggle lady exists?" Hermione smiled and slowly took out her wand. "How about we change our hairstyle today? Mr. Malfoy."

"Ha, forget all this stupidity, Hermione," Draco snorted, "do I have a choice? I mean, ma'am, I can 'choose' that burnt smoking 'new hairstyle 'Huh?... You know, the mushroom cloud is really ugly..."

Three seconds later, Hermione blew on the blue smoke from the tip of the wand contentedly, and of course Draco's head was already covered with a bubbling mushroom cloud.Draco let out a long sigh, lamenting: "Husband... madam... masterpiece... ah..."

The stupid bird Jessica fluttered her wings over Draco's head, shaking off two feathers.Mr. Malfoy could almost imagine the owl smiling obscenely, which was really malicious.

"—Jessica..." Hermione stretched out her arm to signal the little bird to fly over, "It really looks like a little girl's name."

"This is a magical bird. It has extraordinary functions. The year we picked up the eggs, we built a bird's nest on the branches of the holly tree..." Draco suddenly fell silent, um, he did Missed the word - Hermione waved her wand slyly: "Mr. Malfoy, 'we' means..."

"..."

……

The sun is shining brightly, and every lush green plant in the manor is full of vitality.Jessica restlessly stepped on Hermione's shoulders, occasionally making weird rattling noises.

"Jessica, Jessica..." Hermione teased it with a smile, and it seemed that she quickly fell in love with this noisy little stupid bird. "It's like a daughter, Draco! Look! It looks like it knows me!"

Draco pouted, thinking that stupid bird only recognizes you.He raised the tool in his hand that was repairing the bird's nest for Jessica, and Hermione suddenly called out again: "You look like a 'father'! Draco, you are really like a father who repairs a baby's crib, but May your rough workmanship not damage the feathers of the little stupid bird!" Hermione laughed to herself, and in the sunlight, the young man's modest profile was quiet and beautiful.

Draco nailed the last nail on the wooden material, bowed his head to Hermione in the shade and said, "Hermione, from now on our child will be called...Hercules? Jessica is not my name , Our little blond boy should be called Hercules." The boy looked serious and serious.

"He... Hercules?" She pronounced the name carefully - it contained the love and expectation of the young Draco, "Hercules?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "the constellation next to Draco—most importantly, Hermione, it has the same initials as yours. The blond boy should know that this is his father's most difficult yearning for his mother." with love."

A 17-year-old difficult and persistent love. The 17-year-old teenagers who are struggling to stick to their love will never know that in the long-term future, in the future as vague as the stars, there will never be a child who is about to be born, and his parents will proudly call him "Heku" Les" is a name that means pure blood.Tell him that this is the best reward for love, he means love and longing.Never.

"Hmm." The girl nodded shyly, "Hercules, what a name, a blond boy named Hercules, Draco, he must have the same beautiful eyes as yours." The illusory marriage proposal in the dream is closer to happiness. ——She stretched out her hand and touched the ring finger of her left hand habitually. It was really a good dream. A sapphire ring was once worn there. "It belongs only to Mrs. Malfoy for generations." .

And the blond boy who should be called "Hercules" died long ago in the fantasy of young love. —he never even showed up.

a tear.Slowly rolling down, from his light gray beautiful eyes.Draco reached out to dry his hand pretending not to care.He knew, of course he had known for a long time, that there would never be that child, the young but old love, which should have been like brilliant soap bubbles under the sun, would eventually be disillusioned after the amazing time.This was never an unexpected result for him.Forbidden love, the pain is heart-piercing.

"Draco, why are you crying?" Hermione looked up, bewildered like a little girl.

"It's too bright," he said with a smile.

"We'll get married as soon as we graduate, okay? In my dream I've already put on your engagement ring... Draco, we had a child named 'Hercules', and when he was 11 years old, we gave him He's going to King's Cross, okay?"

"Okay..." He choked up.

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