HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

He let go of the girl's arm, and finally couldn't restrain himself from bending over and vomiting loudly.

He hasn't eaten anything since he got up in the morning, and what he vomited out was only some viscous acid, and the girl kept patting him on the back in fright, "What's wrong with you, Lucius? What's wrong with you? You look very bad Comfortable, do you have a cold?"

"Christie," he recovered from the violent vomiting, she gave him a glass of water, he rinsed his mouth without any scruples, spit on the ground, then took a big gulp, finally stopped the continuous flow in his throat That feeling of wanting to throw up, "Listen," he said tremblingly, "stay away from father, he's not quite right now, listen, if I'm home then you can come out of your room, but remember Do not leave my sight, and you must not come out of your room if I am not at home! Do you understand? I will ask the house-elf to bring the food to your room on time, but promise me, " He looked into her green eyes, "I swear to your dearest brother, if I'm not here, then no matter what father says, no matter what happens, you will never come out of your room."

"I promise," she repeated again, "I promise."

He scares her.

But he was more afraid than she was.

He tried to slow down his voice, "Christie," he said, "I am your brother, I will protect you, and I have the responsibility to protect you." These words seemed to be speaking to her, but also to himself.

He vaguely felt that he had come into contact with the biggest and darkest secret of the family, but he couldn't tell her.

She was so young, she didn't understand anything.

She worriedly put her hand on his arm, and she looked at him with those green eyes like a lake, but he felt that hand was hotter and more terrifying than the juice of a poisonous snake, so she broke away subconsciously, and he didn't look at her Just looking at the ground, he said, "Christie, you're 15 years old," he said, "You're a big girl," he said softly, "You shouldn't be messing with me like a kid, stop Don't come into my room in the middle of the night if I hold you, Christy," he said, "that's not good."

She looked at him, and there were a few black tears between the fluttering eyelashes, "Okay."

She said, "Okay."

He was so cruel that he stopped looking at her and said, "Go back to your room, Christie, don't even step out of it if I don't come looking for you."

She nodded, trying to hold back the tears from falling from her eyes.

On the one hand, he felt sorry for her and wanted to hug her and comfort her, but on the other hand, when he remembered his father's ghostly words, "Have you used her?"

He felt disgusted in his bones for wanting to give her a hug.

He put his hand on her shoulder and said to her, "Go back." Just this movement seemed to consume all his strength and made him sick.

But when he came back, his father whispered, "It's too short, son, you haven't done anything, have you?"

He stood there, listening to his father's crazy and absurd words, and felt as if his blood was about to freeze.

"Son," his father laughed, "my dearest and only son, although you look exactly like me, why are you so cowardly?"

"You know that lust is the most satisfying thing in this world, it is easier to get than everything in this world; you know how difficult it is to keep a beautiful and stubborn soul, and I have spent my whole life without prolonging her moment by my side. "

She never loved him for a moment, and he never even left a mark on her heart. His thoughtfulness and tenderness to her were nothing more than the breeze blowing through the treetops.

He was normal and good, but if the breeze couldn't make a flower remember it anyway.

Then he can only turn into a storm to make her remember him.

He had her for nearly thirty years, and he was sure he made her remember him.

But she always wanted to escape, and finally succeeded.

His father said indifferently, "It will always be like this. People who have it don't cherish it, and those who cherish it are not allowed to have it. When I was young, I also wanted to treat her a little better, but she never looked back. I take a look."

"But what can I do," his father whispered, "she doesn't want me, but I want her."

"When I first saw her, I wanted her to be mine. Just by looking at her, I knew that my desire was alive in front of my eyes. Life is just chasing after my own desires, all kinds of desires, but she is mine. The source of desire, she is the daughter of natural desire, and she is ridiculously small compared to other desires, I only want her. I can't watch her die, my desire is dead, and life is also for me It doesn't make sense anymore."

"It took me a long time to wait, son, I spent three years waiting for her to grow up. Everyone accused me of falling in love with an underage child who was only half my age. I even I know her heart is not with me. But what can I do? She is my desire, I met my desire head-on, my desire completely conquered me as soon as it came out, it trampled me under my feet and forced me Acknowledge that I am its slave. I can't help satisfying my own desires, I want her, she must be mine, even if it means I can't have a real legitimate heir, even if I never can There is a child with her, even though everyone blames me. My desires are killing both my health and my sanity, and my pain and longing are eating my heart day and night, and I can't let them Go on."

"Even so, even if my desire almost tortured me to madness, I still waited for her for three years. She was so weak, she was almost dying in front of me, son, you don't understand that feeling, the only thing that can The existence that satisfies your desire dies little by little in front of you, but your desire grows exponentially."

"Everyone blames me, but no one knows how much I have worked hard to keep her alive," he said. "I prayed to Merlin countless times and prayed to God. I said that I just want her to live, no matter what it takes. I survived. Nobody knows what I did, but my wish finally came true."

"But she still doesn't pay attention to me, she doesn't see me in her eyes, she won't love me for anything I do, son, she has used up my patience, she has completely driven me crazy, I thought, since If I can’t get her heart, then the body is good, what do I want her heart for? She is just my desire, I just need to satisfy my desire.”

"Son," he said softly, "you were born like me, so let me assume you have the same desires as I do. Son, you are luckier than me in that she has a heart you can touch. He does. But you're petty, son, do you ever think about having her? I guess you don't, I guess you don't."

"Do you know how jealous I am," he said, "Son, do you know how much I desire what you fear."

His father concluded, "So son, my dear and only son, sometimes when I see her being so close to you and relying on you so much, I don't know whether I should kill you."