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

The following weekend morning, Roy was the first to wake up in her dorm room.She was sitting on the bed with a high pillow on her back, holding a thick book to read and refresh herself.

Kuroro kept pushing Roy's hand with his paw, probably hungry, then Roy got out of bed and poured some fish crackers and milk into its bowl.

After washing and getting dressed, she waited patiently for Kuroro to eat, and then carried it into the common room.She was going to go for a walk, and she didn't want Kuroro to be alone with Daphne before that.

The castle at dawn still maintains its sleepy silence and fresh earthy smell, with sunlight and swirling dust leaking through the gaps in the leaves.The subtle sounds include her slow and deep breathing in addition to the birdsong in the distance.

Then she suddenly remembered that the prefect has a special bathroom, why not take a bath there to relax.

The door of the prefect's bathroom is the fourth door to the left of the statue of Stupid Reese, and it can only be opened by saying the correct password to the door. The password is very interesting, and it is "fresh pineapple".

The room was filled with chandeliers lit with candles.Everything is paved with snow-white marble, and the bath sinks into the ground like a rectangular swimming pool.Around the bath are a hundred gilt taps, each set with gemstones of a different colour.Long white curtains hung gracefully, a large pile of fluffy white towels stood in the corner, and a gold-framed oil painting of a mermaid hung on the wall.

The bath was very deep, and Roy's feet could hardly reach the bottom. She soaked in the steaming hot pool, and the delicate foam kissed her fair skin. She closed her eyes and sighed very comfortably.It's been an extra tense and long week for fifth graders, and it's only during these moments that Roy really relaxes/comes down.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he was greeted by a mind-blowing picture.Roy fell asleep with her arms stretched out on the marble by the tub, her long blond hair brushing her face, trembling slightly with each breath she took.The ketones/body below the collarbone are looming under the foam, and there is an indescribable charm.

Roy, who was sleeping, felt a strange sensation coming from her lower body. When she opened her eyes and met those deep gray-blue eyes, she felt as if her heartbeat had missed a beat.

Roy was still in a trance for a while, when Draco's fingers poked/entered/into her body unexpectedly, and her body/body went limp and almost sank into the pool.

Draco quickly supported Roy, and his fingers went deeper. He smiled, "I'm really unprepared...Christina, are you tempting me by sleeping here like this?"

Roy leaned against Draco's chest, her fair face flushed, she frowned and asked, "Why are you here...?"

"Honey, you seem to have forgotten that this is the prefect's bathroom." Draco lowered his voice on purpose, his melodious voice seemed to be covered with a layer of thick honey, "Just sleeping here like this is tempting/ Confused me?"

"It's not..." The feeling brought by the slowly twitching fingers was so strong that her mind went blank.

"Remember when I told you about the consequences of restlessness on the train?" Draco said, wet/hot kisses swimming/moving down Roy's neck, licking/fucking back and forth in the same place.

"Draco, don't be like this..." As he said this, Roy wanted to get more of this tantalizing feeling.

"What's the matter? Do you really want it?" After a long time, Draco raised his face and smiled lowly, his melodious chuckle swept over every little flame of expectation in his heart, "Do you understand how I felt last time, Christina? It seems that I have tortured you for too long, so... it seems that it is impossible not to love you well. "

The huge bathroom is filled with dense water vapor, which circles and circles, floating and charming, haunting the lingering lover.The reverberating panting and moaning sound penetrated the white mist, outlining a heart-pounding scene.

Indulging in the ultimate sensual enjoyment, as if wanting to break away from the shackles of time and body, the weak Roy clung to Draco's body to prevent himself from sinking into the bottom of the water.The surrounding mist rose, and Roy's delicate flushed face was a little hazy. Crystal drops of water dripped from the tips of his hair onto his collarbone, and slowly flowed along his lustrous skin.

Draco stared at her for a while, then whispered: "Christina, you are so beautiful..."

After enjoying the ultimate pleasure, her voice became softer, with a hint of laziness, "What a waste of water."

"At this time, you are actually thinking about this kind of thing?" Draco raised his eyebrows, he was getting more and more ignorant of Roy's brain circuit.

Roy smiled lightly, raised his hand to brush Draco's wet/wet blond hair back, and spoke softly and charmingly: "However, it feels better in the water than in the bed/on it, doesn't it?"

"Of course..." Draco kissed her lips deeply / obsessively, tongue and tongue intertwined / intertwined again.Roy felt the hard/object still in her body jumping, and couldn't help moaning softly, Draco slowly swung/moved his waist again.

"Hee hee hee."

There was a strange laughter suddenly behind him, Roy froze and looked towards the source of the sound——

A depressed female ghost, Myrtle, who often cried in the toilet, was sitting on the faucet with her legs crossed, laughing foolishly.

"Hee hee hee." Myrtle let out that squeaky laugh again, flying towards the two in the water.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly in displeasure, subconsciously trying to cover Roy's body.But she was unexpectedly calm at this time, picked up the magic wand placed by the pool and chanted a spell, and then the foam spread to cover the entire pool tightly.

"What are you blocking?" Myrtle leaned closer to them, said a little disappointed, and then put on a smug smile, "I saw everything just now."

The glassy eyes beneath the myrtle glasses made Roy uncomfortable.Draco frowned, and said in a cold tone: "Why, do you hide here every day to peek at the prefect taking a bath?"

Myrtle put on a cute face again facing Draco, "Occasionally, but I never talked to anyone."

Roy was a little speechless, thinking of the live erotic palace for Myrtle just now, she didn't want to stay here for a moment, "You'd better disappear right now and don't come here again, otherwise I will tell the professor. "

Myrtle screams at Roy angrily, and she flies into the faucet, where cold water gushes/flows.

Roy frowned and sighed helplessly, "Draco, I think we should go."

"All right……"

Seeing his lost look, Roy whispered in his ear: "Maybe... you can leave the bedroom door unlocked at night."

Draco's eyes lit up instantly, he hooked his lips happily, and then carried Roy out of the bath.Because of Roy's words, he was in such a good mood that he even helped her dry himself.

In the hall, Roy was enjoying breakfast while reading today's Daily Prophet, and then the milk in her hand accidentally spilled on the newspaper.

She quickly dried the newspaper with a paper towel, and re-read today's front page headlines——

"The Ministry of Magic is exploring education reform and Dolores Umbridge has been appointed as the first senior prosecutor."

In the adjacent milk-stained photo, Umbridge was blinking with a false smile.

"What's the matter?" Draco noticed Roy's gaffe, glanced at the newspaper, but his expression was very calm, it seemed that he knew about it a long time ago.

"Draco, what's going on?" Roy asked with a frown.

"Just like the newspaper said, this is a newly issued education order." Draco divided his fruit pie into small pieces evenly, and said in a flat tone, "I told you earlier, the Ministry of Magic will start to intervene in Hogg Watts, this school is getting degraded/degraded and needs to be improved."

But Roy didn't think Hogwarts was corrupt at all, but she didn't show it in front of Draco, but said: "Well, this might be a good idea, if someone else is the senior prosecutor/prosecutor .”

Draco tilted his head and glanced at Roy, who was calmly expressing his dissatisfaction, and while pouring her milk again, he comforted her: "My dear, don't worry. You know my father's influence in the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge won't do anything to us."

Roy didn't even dip the jam and started tearing the sides of the toast, "I'm not worried about anything." She just hated Umbridge.

Umbridge began to intervene in every class, pestering the room to check on every professor.

When Lowe gave the moonstone report to Professor Snape, she got an "O".Umbridge looked at Snape with a smile on the side, and Snape, who was stared uncomfortably, finally couldn't help but ask, "May I ask if you have any dissatisfaction with my class?"

Umbridge said in a girlish voice, "Oh, no, no, of course not, dear Severus." The smug smile on her face widened, "So far...you have been teaching at Hogwarts for a few years Book?" she asked, her quill flat on the clipboard.

"Fourteen years," Snape replied, the expression on his face unfathomable.

While observing quietly, Roy added a few drops of potion into the cauldron, and the potion began to hiss. Draco patted her hand, and she quickly retracted it, whispering: "What are you doing?" ?”

"Wear gloves, you're going to get burned like this." Draco said angrily, but Roy knew he was caring about himself.

Umbridge asked Snape again, "You originally applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, didn't you?"

Snape said slowly and expressionlessly, "Yes."

"But you didn't succeed?" Umbridge blinked, which she thought looked innocent.

Roy had never seen Snape's expression so dark before. He frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Obviously..." Because Snape rarely showed embarrassment, Ron couldn't help but chuckle.

Professor Umbridge scribbled something on her clipboard, "As far as I know you've been applying for this position every year since you've been here."

"Yes."

"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing you the job?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him himself," Snape said quickly, barely moving his lips.He looked really annoyed.

"Oh, I will," said Professor Umbridge, with a sweet smile on his face.

"I guess that's what the investigation is about?" Snape narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

"Oh, yes," said Professor Umbridge. "The Ministry needs a thorough understanding of every teacher's - um - background."

But Umbridge said these knowing things more as if he was trying to ridicule Snape.After she walked away satisfied with a triumphant smile, Snape took the textbook and hit Ron hard on the head.

Umbridge became even more strutting at Hogwarts, and any student/student who wasn't well-dressed was reprimanded by her.There are new rules appearing on the bulletin board almost every day - no music playing during reading time; no use of Weasley twin products; good dress and manners at all times...

When Roy and Draco were in the hallway and saw Umbridge waving his wand to separate a hot/kissing couple, she subconsciously wanted to let go of Draco's hand, but he held it tightly up.Umbridge didn't seem to see Roy and Draco holding hands tightly, and said with a smile, "Good day, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Roy."

"Good day, Professor Umbridge," Draco replied, and squeezed Roy's hand.She reluctantly said hello, and Roy didn't want to call her a professor at all.

Roy didn't care about the school's new rules, because she had already maintained good habits.And just as Draco said, Roy talked with guns and sticks in Umbridge's class, and never invited Roy to her office for tea/tea, which was obviously due to the influence of Lucius.As time passed, Roy was too lazy to speak out against Umbridge.

The thing happened in a divination class, because arithmetic and divination is very important in OWLs, so this year Roy took the divination class as an elective.

Trelawney was mumbling and reading the one-month dream report submitted by the students, then she raised her head and noticed Umbridge at the door, with some displeasure on her face, but she didn't say anything, and continued to look down Report.

Smiling, Umbridge sat inches from Trelawney and began to take out her clipboard, before she asked, "Professor Trelawney, I have a question. So far, you How long have you held this position?"

Trelawney frowned, wrapped the shawl tightly around her body, hesitated for a moment, and decided to answer the question, "Almost 16 years."

"Quite a while," Umbridge wrote down in her notebook, then looked up with a smile and said, "Very well, then, can you prophesy something for me?"

Trelawney froze for a moment, as if she thought she had heard wrong, and even Roy and Draco looked at each other in surprise.

"Let's make a little prophecy." Umbridge said again, but Trelawney was still stunned. "It's a pity, don't you have the ability to prophesy?"

"No! Stop! I seem to have seen something!" Seeing Umbridge lower his head to record, Trelawney shouted quickly, pointing at Umbridge with slightly trembling fingers, "A dark thing, you in great danger..."

Umbridge, still smiling, but raising her eyebrows, scrawled on her clipboard, "Okay, good."

Looking at the back of Umbridge leaving, Roy suddenly felt that Trelawney was going to be unlucky.