[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

Draco ignored her.

Even if there was a cold war before, Draco would pretend to casually ask others about Roy's recent situation.But now, he completely ignored Roy.It's as if they are strangers.

Roy felt very guilty towards Draco, and she wanted to apologize to him, but because of Draco's indifferent attitude, she was discouraged every time.

Draco's right arm was still in a bandage, but he no longer bullied her to help him with his homework, refused to let her cut his steak for him, and allowed Pansy to be affectionate to him.

Roy saw it and felt wronged.

I want to confess all my thoughts, I want to tell him that I have nothing to do with Cedric, I want to tell him that I took all the gadgets I lost secretly, I want to tell him that I like him very much... But until now, I can't even I don't even have the courage to apologize, let alone change the status quo.

She hugged Kuroro, hugged Kuroro that Draco gave her to make her happy, and missed him obsessively.

She sometimes suddenly wishes that there were 48 hours in a day, a long day to do everything she liked.For example, in the afternoon watching the hot steam from the mouth of a black tea cup, for example standing on the tower of Hogwarts overlooking the blurry distance, for example lying on the table to write a long letter that will not be sent, for example When you don't look at yourself, engrave him in your heart.

Coming out of the Potions classroom, Roy saw Cedric waiting at the door.She was a little surprised, because this was the first time Cedric came to see her after returning to school from Hogsmeade, and he had been intensely practicing Quidditch before.

"Hi Christina."

"Hi, Cedric." She greeted lightly, a little listless.

They were talking at the door, and Draco, who also came out of the classroom, stopped not far from them, and Pansy would not go away no matter how much he pulled.

"I came here to tell you that there will be a Quidditch match between me and Gryffindor tomorrow, will you come and watch?"

Roy glanced at the bad weather outside the window, the storm, thunder and lightning...

Cedric even came to invite himself in person, and it was always a bit uncomfortable for Roy to refuse, so he nodded and said, "I see, I will come and see."

Seeing Roy agree, Draco's face darkened by two points, and his fists were creaking.Cedric glanced at Draco lightly, and then handed a gift box in his robe to Roy, "This is for you, Christina, then I'll go back to practice on the court first, see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, see you tomorrow."

The weather did not improve at all on race day.Except for the two houses of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, there were basically no people from other houses to see it.

But besides Roy in Slytherin, Draco also came.In the cold fog, he was holding a black umbrella, trying his best to control the umbrella from being blown over by the strong wind, and his blond hair fluttered with the wind.It was hard to imagine that Draco, who always paid attention to his appearance, would come out on such a bad day to watch a game that had nothing to do with his academy.

Seeing Roy staring at him, Draco frowned, "I just came to see how Potter threw his broom in such a weather."

"Oh..." Roy turned his head and continued to watch the game.

A player's broom in Gryffindor was struck by lightning and burned, and the Golden Snitch kept running high into the air, and Cedric and Harry chased it together.The clouds were so dark that it was impossible to see anything. At that moment, another burst of lightning illuminated the entire stadium. Roy clearly saw at least a hundred dementors coming from the sky! !

Segerik and Harry were in danger. Everyone stared nervously at the sky for a while, and then saw Harry fall rapidly from a height of a hundred feet. Dumbledore stood up and cast a spell to slow Harry down.

Draco let out a cold snort of contempt, then glanced at Roy, and said in a strange way: "You can rest assured, your Segric is fine."

"I have nothing to do with him." Roy frowned, the cold rain wet her face, it looked like she was crying.

Draco sneered noncommittally a few times, and looked down at Harry who had landed and was carried on a stretcher to the hospital wing.

Roy bit his lower lip and looked at Draco's side face aggrievedly, his icy blue eyes were covered with mist, and said with a sob: "Draco, in the common room that day, really I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Draco's body froze for a moment, but he still didn't look at Roy.

"I don't like Cedric. It was actually the first time I came into contact with him on Halloween." Her voice was very soft, almost disappearing into the noisy voices and howling wind around her, "I didn't even hold him. Hand over."

"I saw you at the Three Broomsticks."

"Believe me, Draco, I didn't drink a drop of wine... I drank pure cherry juice."

Draco blinked slowly, then grabbed Roy's hand involuntarily.

His hand was very warm, held tightly by him, unknowingly forgot about other things, only him was left in his eyes.Roy's heart was beating fast.No matter how much she has good feelings for others, it cannot constitute the heartbeat when facing Draco.

Her hand was very soft, holding it like a stream of cold water, which seemed to flow away at any moment.Draco couldn't help but tighten his grip.

Take her around the crowds, from the field to the common room, which is rarely empty.

Draco watched as Roy took off the rain-soaked robe. She was wearing a sweater and short skirt underneath, and her long, slender white legs were dazzling.

Draco said, "I trust you."

"Huh?" She didn't respond.

"So, take out what Cedric gave you."

She just wanted to say that it was in the wizard's robe, and then suddenly thought of something, she curled her lips, "Draco, are you jealous?"

Draco froze, staring at Roy with wide eyes in astonishment, his light eyelashes trembling slightly.

"You're right, Christina... I'm jealous." He fixedly looked at Roy, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to swallow her up.

Those damn gray eyes again.Roy felt his face was hot, so he quickly turned his gaze away and ran to the bedroom as if fleeing.

The moment Roy stepped onto the steps, Draco took her hand and forced her to turn around.

"Give me your kiss." So strong, so confident, it seemed that Roy knew it was impossible to refuse.Roy wondered if anyone had ever turned him down before.

Roy looked at Draco quietly, without speaking or moving. His ice blue eyes were full of deep emotions, reflecting the hazy water waves outside the lounge.She saw that Draco was inexplicably uneasy, and there was a moment of tension on his face, which was quickly covered up, leaving Roy with no time or thought to notice it.

Because when Draco held her hand, when Draco held her in his arms, her mind went blank.Her heart was beating so fast, pounding her chest like a drumstick, she thought Draco could almost hear it.

She felt the soft, warm touch on her lips.Where Draco touched, the tingling/numbing sensation penetrated the skin, and was sent from the blood vessels to the heart, making her heart tremble slightly.

She heard the slight sound of the firewood burning in the fireplace, and felt the temperature around her suddenly rise. Even though Draco ended the light kiss in a short time, she still felt a little short of breath and couldn't find her own. The rhythm of thoughts and heartbeats.She felt dizzy, her throat was tight, her lips were dry.

"I like you..." Draco lowered his voice, his magnetic and pleasant voice was full of indescribable sexiness, "I like you, I never thought that my possessive desire would be so strong..."

He whispered in her ear, and breathed warm breath on her reddened ears, he felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, Draco couldn't help but soften his tone a little: "Christina, On Halloween, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said those outrageous things to you, and I shouldn't have deliberately snubbed you afterwards. I was so jealous when I saw you and Diggory go, you should be with me , you like me...don't you, huh?"

Although Roy's brain didn't want to admit it, her heart was already captured by Draco, and that was the truth.

Those blue-gray eyes are enough to make people feel refreshed.It is very shallow, so shallow that it can be seen at a glance; it is very deep, as if it has endless magical power.It was like a cool breeze blowing before going to sleep in summer, Roy calmed down in front of such eyes...

Habits can be really scary sometimes.

In the past three years, he has gotten used to Draco's nonchalant sarcasm, his occasional bullying, and his awkward tenderness.Even his childishness, his mocking smile with his lips curled up, and his arrogance with his slightly raised chin, Roy thought it was cute.

He likes black tea with honey or milk, keeps his nails clean, and wears a tie wherever he goes.Clothes will smell of rose softener, don't like any bitter food, and will laugh when angry... You see, because he is her favorite, she remembers everything about him.Just because he likes her, his subtle care for her has become precious and unique.

Once he really fell in love with someone, Roy's little head, which was usually running at full speed, was paralyzed.

The slightest disturbance would cause ripples in her heart, and the little things related to him would be magnified infinitely... There are so many interesting people in this world, but he seems to be the only one left in her eyes.As long as he is there, the original stereotyped scenery will be brightly reflected.Unknowingly, I became dependent on him, became restless, timid, cautious, and not like myself.

He is Draco who is arrogant and conceited, he is Malfoy who is hated by those who wear the banner of justice... But so what?

"I like you too." That's enough.

The author has something to say: When writing this chapter, I miss my first love that was young on campus.

You are my posturing and my avoidance.On the surface, the clouds are calm and the wind is calm, but the heart is already thundering.