HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When Draco woke up, Vera was turning over a page of a book on the hospital bed next to him, the sound of the paper turning was very soft, but still got Madam Pomfrey's attention, "Miss, you bled a lot, You need to rest, like your brother. He's the most obedient patient I've ever met."

Vera's voice was softer and weaker than usual, "But I don't have time, ma'am."

"What time? Vera, even that girl named Hermione would not continue to read while she was lying on the hospital bed due to excessive blood loss." Madam Pomfrey gave her the medicine, Draco could smell the strong smell through the curtain, "Your dean is very worried about you, this is the potion he prepared overnight, drinking it can quickly restore your blood to The amount it should have."

"It's funny, knowing that with Muggles, they'd put another person's blood directly into you." She started talking about Muggles again.

"Oh, that's terrible." Madam Pomfrey said, she put the cup on the side cabinet and sat on her bed, "Come on, Vera, drink it."

After she finished drinking the medicine, he could imagine her sitting on the bed, with her golden hair draped over her shoulders, no matter what she was drinking, she would always swallow it in small sips, as if she didn't feel any bitterness at all. Similarly, at this point, the etiquette of a noble lady is fully reflected in her.

Sure enough, Madam Pomfrey said, "Oh, miss, don't you think this is terrible?"

"It's not bad." She probably shrugged her shoulders again, and she looked like an American again. "It's better than pumpkin juice."

"You really don't like pumpkin juice." Madam Pomfrey said, probably giving her some candy, "Vera, you have to promise me that you will lie down and sleep for a while after reading these pages, otherwise I will confiscate them."

She probably smiled and nodded, because Madam Pomfrey was satisfied and didn't continue to speak.

He coughed twice, feeling that his throat was surprisingly parched, "Madame Pomfrey..."

The curtain seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, and Vera looked at him sideways, with the book on her lap, and a used glass on the table next to her.

And Madam Pomfrey was sitting beside her, combing her long blonde hair with a comb.

It was obvious that Madam Pomfrey liked her.

She was really likable, pretty, smart, and a talented pureblood, how could anyone not like her.

"You're awake." Madam Pomfrey quickly let go of her hair, "I'll go get the medicine your professor left here for me."

She stood up and hurried away.

After a while, Vera's lips moved, "You shouldn't have done that yesterday." She whispered, "Although I said you should do that, it wasn't yesterday, you caused a lot of trouble. "

doing what?

Did she say what she should do?

"Are you impulsive?" She studied his face, "My God."

She seemed to see something funny, "God."

Then her face seemed a little gloomy.

The curtain between the two of them was lowered again, "You need a good rest."

Madam Pomfrey came over with the medicine. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the smell was even worse than what he had smelled before.

He took a tentative sip from the cup, and immediately retched uncontrollably.

"That's right," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "I guarantee you the taste of the healing potion, after you try it once, you will never want to have it again." She asked him to drink it in a big gulp, pinching his nose.

He drank the medicine, and suddenly felt that his mind suddenly became dizzy again.

A strange sleepiness swept over.

"Really? You bleed a lot," Madam Pomfrey became gentle towards him probably because of her, "You see, the more blood you lose, the more you need sleep. You need to sleep well," she said. Seeing that the curtain next door has been lowered, "I'll go and confiscate that little girl's book, she should sleep well instead of reading."

It was already night when he woke up again, and he felt very hungry.

Although the abdomen was still wrapped in thick gauze, it was no longer as painful as before.

He reluctantly got off the ground and went to the bathroom once.

Madam Pomfrey asked softly and repeatedly if she needed her help, and finally stood in front of the boys' restroom and waited until he came out.

He obediently drank the medicine again, and promised not to run around, Madam Pomfrey finally went to fetch food for them.

It was very quiet in the infirmary.He sat in a daze on his bed.

What happened last night was like a dream, and he didn't know if there would be any punishment.

Vera seemed to be really asleep, and on Madam Pomfrey's desk were a few thick books nailed with magic, <Complete Spells>, <How to Create Intermediate Magic>, and <Hogworth, a school chapter. History>.

These three books are very close to her four-day return cycle.

She was always reading, even more so than that Mudblood Granger, who sometimes didn't even understand, what's the use of these books?

After thinking for a while, he gently opened the curtain between the two of them and took a look.

She fell asleep facing him, her breathing was very light, her long blond hair covered the pillow, her right hand was pressed under her cheek, her left hand was outside the quilt, the hospital gown was a bit loose, and the collar was loosely exposed around her neck. A very thin silver chain is attached to it, and there is a curved vine-like cyan mark on the shoulder.

It was the first time he saw her sleeping.

The pair of green eyes were slightly closed, the eyelashes and eyebrows were the same as his, golden, only slightly darker than the hair color, the lips were originally very light in color, and after the blood loss, they almost blended with the surrounding skin color.

He didn't know what the spell she had made him say meant, but it was clear that she had taken some of the damage from him, otherwise neither of them would be here now.

"What's wrong?" she asked him suddenly in a sleepy voice, her green eyes barely slit.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her.

She buried her face in the pillow and shook her head, "No."

She turned her back on him.

He let go of his hand embarrassingly, and sat back on his bed again.

Madam Pomfrey brought him bread and milk, "Come on, have something to eat." He drank a big mouthful of milk, feeling his stomach recover, "You young people are too impulsive." Pomfrey Madam Lei filled him with milk again, "Why did you suddenly have a duel and use such a dangerous magic?"

He didn't answer.

"By the way, what kind of magic did she use?" Madam Pomfrey asked very curiously, "She said she took half of your damage, as long as your wound healed, she would be fine." She shook her head, "But I never knew there was magic to do that."

He thought hard, gave up after a while, and gnawed on the bread, "I don't know either."

Immediately after eating, Madam Pomfrey asked him to sleep again, and he was really sleepy, so he fell asleep again.

But in the middle of the night, he was awakened by a long-lasting pain.

It was the Dark Mark on his arm.

That man is here at Hogwarts.

Draco couldn't help comforting himself, that person won't come into the school, this is Dumbledore's territory, even he can't come in.

He won't do any big moves.

But he is already here.

When he thought of this, he was a little annoyed and a little scared.He subconsciously stood up from the bed and walked back and forth.

The girl next door probably woke up too, and the curtain between them was raised again, "What's wrong?"

He looked up at her.

She had obviously been awake for a while, with the book spread out on her lap, she was reading word by word with a cluster of small flames.

"Here he is," he said.

She clearly knew who he was talking about, but that didn't even make her take her eyes off the book.

He didn't know what to say.Just looking at her, watching her read the book word by word, something is automatically appearing in a thick book with silver corners around the corners.

After a while, she raised her head to look at him, only to find that he was still looking at her without blinking.

So she sighed, and put the book aside.He saw that the book had a huge silver clasp, which vaguely looked like a family crest.

"Are you afraid?" she asked him, "Come here."

He is indeed afraid.

She patted her bed and told him to sit beside her.

But he still didn't close the book on his lap.

She asked him, "Has your wound healed yet?"

When Madam Pomfrey examined him earlier, she had already said that the wound had begun to shrink and healed, and she asked him not to move around, and to restrain himself when the wound was itchy, and not to scratch it.

He nodded.His eyes glanced over the book inadvertently.

I glanced over and found that it was talking about Slytherin's life, to the effect that he chose to recruit pure-blooded ambitious wizards, and that he had always been proud of being a Parseltongue, and finally ran out of Hogwarts in a fit of anger. Stories.

She patted him on the shoulder, "You should take a good rest."

"But he's here..." He said reluctantly, the man came to see her.

he knows.

But she gave him a hug, and she put his head on her shoulder, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know he's coming, and I know you're sad."

She smells a little bitter now.

It smells like ointment, just like myself.

"Sleep well, and when your wound heals, everything will be fine for us."

"What about you? Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I don't have time," she said.

"But if you don't take a good rest, you won't be able to read quickly."

He remembered that her usual reading speed was much faster than now.

"Yes," she admitted, "I have a headache, probably from the loss of blood."

"You also need to sleep for a while." He said, closing the book on her lap.During the movement, his shoulder rubbed against hers, and he trembled in pain, but she trembled too.

"I know you are in pain." She said softly, "But you need to rest more. If you don't take a good rest, it will be even more uncomfortable."

"You too." He said, the burning pain in his arm seemed to be a little lighter than usual, but he wasn't quite sure if it was because she was comforting him gently.

The dark mark on the arm has been hot, swollen, and painful.

She suddenly sighed softly, "You know what? He always wants me to get one on his arm, but I'm really afraid of the pain. I don't want anything to do with this thing at all."

She pressed her fingers lightly on his arm, stroked it lightly, and then pressed it down suddenly, he almost didn't scream out of pain, but when he saw her frown like his own, he cried out in pain down.

"Okay, you go back to your bed."

She chased him away again.

The wound on his arm was hurting more and more, and he realized his stupidity.

Nasty Potter.

he thought.

If it wasn't for him, she would never have been so seriously injured, and she wouldn't have become like this even with her.

The Dark Mark was getting more and more painful, until it was almost dawn and it was so painful that he couldn't sit still.

He wondered if the man was punishing himself in this way, but suddenly, the curtain between the two of them was lifted, she sat down on his bed, and a moment later a cat jumped into his arms.

So warm and so soft, and with such smooth fur.

He couldn't help rubbing his face against her back, and kept touching her neck and ears.

"Has it always been this painful?" She asked him lying on his chest.

"No," he said softly, "I think the Dark Lord is probably mad at me."

Yes, even though he was in school, that person couldn't get in, but he was just a pawn in that person's hands, and that person would always find a way to torture him.

If he died, that person would not have any reaction, but she was hurt because of him.

That person probably hoped that he would not be injured by Harry Potter but be killed directly.

If real cats can also sigh, she is a very temperamental cat who can also sigh.

"Sleep, I'll be with you." She slept cross-legged next to his left arm, right at the end of the Dark Mark.

To be honest, the fact that she was next to his mark like this made him feel a little pain.

As if she could sense it, she immediately moved a few inches away from his arm, "No," he said, "Vera, lean on me to sleep..."

She glanced at him and jumped on the pillow, "I hope you're not allergic to cat fur."

She put her back against his ear, "By the way, if Madam Pomfrey asks, just say I went to the bathroom and you secretly raised a cat."

She has clean and fluffy white fur, and she is a very noble long-haired cat. He imagined how others would see her blue and green eyes, and thought that no one would suspect that it was his aesthetic taste.

Touch her head and ask her, "What if she asks my cat's name?"

"Just say her name is..." She pushed his hand away with her paw, "Miss Disgusting."

He couldn't help laughing.

My arm doesn't seem to hurt as much as before.