[HP] Tsundere from afar

I temporarily gained some kind of support to live, but it doesn't mean that Voldemort has relieved his anger.He took almost all of his anger on me, in the form of the Cruciatus Curse.

Although I didn't die, life was not easy.

At night, Draco would always bring bottle after bottle of potion for me to take orally or apply externally. In fact, the taste of potion was not good at all, but Draco was about to cry when he looked at me.I drank it to save face for him, after all, it tastes like rancid urinal water... I really want to ask him, are you sure this is not scooped from your urinal?

"Eve, I actually regret helping you a bit." Draco silently brushed my hair behind my ears, his gray-blue eyes were full of melancholy and helplessness: "Maybe let them fend for themselves, and things will just happen." It's not going to be that bad."

"Actually, it's okay..." I couldn't continue with an awkward smile, and finally I choked up.I'm just an 18-year-old girl, and I'm afraid of death, Voldemort, and Cruciatus.

A lot of emotion has been welling up in his eyes lately, especially when it comes to Draco.While I don't want Draco to think his girlfriend is a fragile crybaby, I can't help it sometimes.

When I was about to cry, Draco moved closer to my face, put his lips on my eyes, kissed my cheek, and swallowed all my tears.

It actually made me cry even more, but Draco never stopped me, and then I wrapped my arms around his waist and he hugged me back.It’s as strong an image as we’ve never gotten past that prom night at the Triwizard Tournament.

That kind of hug that rubs into the bones, as if we are the only lovers left in the world, and we are about to die in the next second.

Although only by being strong can I survive to the end, but I don't know how long I can be strong.

In fact, losing the favor of Voldemort is very terrible, which makes me suddenly become a kind of bottom existence, as if I have returned to the cold palace again.

I'm in a state where everyone can have grudges and grudges recently.

After all, you always have to pay back when you come out to hang out.

Bella and Draco are fine with me, but when they're not around, I'm always scared for a while.

Malfoy Manor is very gloomy. Recently, when Voldemort was in a very bad mood, everyone even walked on tiptoe. In this situation, when I was walking in the corridor, I heard a heavy and strange sound behind me. The sound of footsteps, this sound of footsteps has followed me around two corners, which makes me feel a little scary.

Around a certain corner, I hid myself in a dark place.My heart was beating a little fast, but I tried to force myself to calm down, and while I was squeezing my wand, I thought of something, and took the oversized "bracelet" that Draco gave me from my foot, and put it on hold in hand.

Then he squeezed his wand tightly to face the corner, swallowing unconsciously.

When the tall figure appeared from around the corner, I held my breath, because what I saw was the werewolf who was a little scary to me.Greyback, whom I've always loathed and feared, just shrugged his nose and approached the corner where I was hiding, so I raised my wand and said the spell----

"Drilling heart!"

He rushed over directly, and pressed me against the wall with a very strong method, and the wand fell to the ground.Then he strangled my neck with his sharp and horrible nails.I almost glared at him angrily, but he just looked at me like a joke, and when I wanted to call for help, he covered my mouth, and his hand almost pinned me against the wall.

Then Greyback, ignoring my anger, took something out of his pocket and put it quickly into my mouth, lifting my jaw to force me to swallow it.Then I felt a burning pain in my throat, and soon I couldn't speak anything. There was a burning pain that would burn my nerves as soon as I opened my mouth and touched the air.

I opened my mouth to say nothing, and stared at Greyback almost in hatred.

Only now did I realize that wizards are actually so small in front of certain irresistible forces. Once they cannot speak, they cannot cast spells, so death or death is taken for granted.

Greyback looked around very alertly. He dragged me forward, and I kept struggling, trying to knock something around to attract people's attention.But Greyback, the disgusting werewolf, grabbed my arm, and there was almost no way for me to escape.

He stood in front of a certain room and opened the door. When he wasn't looking, I nervously shook the oversized bracelet that Draco had given me to the floor.

The platinum gold bracelet still reflects a little light on the dark floor.

It's a good thing he didn't notice, and it all made me want to pray, that Draco would come and save me.

Greyback pushed me into the room, looking at me almost as if he were some kind of baby animal.In fact, it's true at all, I'm a badger and he's a wolf, I can't defeat him in any way, even if I force myself to straighten my back and look him in the eye.

But I think there is a price to pay for acting aggressively at this time.

Greyback smiled disdainfully, and there was something in his eyes that frightened me.He grabbed my hand and made me approach him: "As I said, you are the gentlest wizard I have ever seen, Eve."

"It's no wonder that the Dark Lord still wants to train you." He smiled mockingly, and suddenly brought his hairy face closer to me, and his beast-like eyes were close at hand.

"Shouldn't you be a chick?" He suddenly laughed evilly, his snarky appearance really made me want to go up to him and beat him up, but my hands hurt so badly from being scratched, I could only kick him hard with my feet He, though he just continued to look at me disdainfully, as if my aggressiveness was just a tickle to him.

You must know that compared with the wand, his physical attack is more powerful.

"Then you shouldn't feel too uncomfortable, Eve." When he approached me, I could even smell the bloody smell of his body, which smelled like a beast, different from Draco's elegance and cleanliness. I almost threw up with nausea.

I opened my mouth almost as dumb as a dumb man, and screamed in short and uncomfortable growls, looking angrily at Greyback.

"Don't you always come and go with the kid from the Malfoy family? That kid always comes in and out of your room at night, don't think I don't know!" Greyback suddenly looked at me with contempt. nest fire.

Greyback poked his finger into my face, the dirty finger was so sharp, it was like a sharp weapon, and I felt a burning pain in my cheek, but the burning pain started to spread, and I heard a The sound of flesh and blood being sliced ​​open, something cool dripped from my cheeks, and a fishy-sweet smell filled the corners of my mouth. I bit my broken lip and shivered.

And Greyback started sucking the blood up against my cheek.

So I kicked the werewolf even harder, with the vigor of death-defying and extremely disgusting.But in the end Greyback slapped me so hard that I couldn't bear it, and I almost fainted from the slap, and fell down under the fireplace beside me, and some bottles and jars were thrown off the fireplace.

When I was in a haze, I saw a bottle of pink potion, which was very similar to a love potion. Some kind of unclear concept filled my brain, and I secretly stuffed this bottle of love potion into my sleeve.

My mind was full of resentment and pain, and I wondered what made me endure this?

I seem to have nothing to lose, family, friendship, dignity, and even soul.

But Draco was still there.

I almost always want to say Draco's name, always want to say Draco's name.

Greyback approached me. He walked up to me and squeezed my chin with one hand to force me to look up. The squeeze hurt my face, but I resisted opening my eyes to meet his gaze.

Greyback approached me with a little appreciation: "I thought you were sweet and delicious from the beginning."

Then he pinches me and pins me to the ground, bringing his sharp-toothed mouth close to my face again.He hugged my waist, unbuttoned my shirt, and gradually penetrated the sharp nails into my waist. The sharp thing pierced the flesh of my waist and made me want to cry without tears.

I think everything written in the novel is deceiving. Maybe the heroine saving the beauty only appears on the heroine, and cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder.

But I put the Love Potion in Greyback's pocket, glad I didn't lose my craft as a thief.Not ten thousand but just in case, even if something happens to me, I will definitely not make Greyback feel any better.

To die together is the former state of despair.

The moment before I was about to despair, the door was suddenly opened, and Bella's voice came to my ears eagerly: "Dizzy!"

Greyback, a dead pig, fell on me and nearly crushed me, and then I saw Draco's figure appear in sight. He seemed to have some kind of tetany, and his elegance was gone. Burke kicked off, and he looked at me almost crying.

Bella, a little annoyed, gave me a couple of detumescents to stop the bleeding.

I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything, looking at Draco's gray-blue eyes felt too warm, and something flowed out of them.Draco touched my Greyback-bitten cheek a little cautiously, and finally he frowned and held me tight.

Those wounds ached, but luckily Draco was able to hug me.I have a nasty feeling that Draco is too late, too late anyway.

Even though Draco looks a little hysterical right now, something in his eyes has shifted from grief to something sharp that I'm almost too scared to look directly at.But he still patted my head, his movements were still damn gentle and comforting: "It's okay, Eve."

"I'm here, Eve." Draco kissed my forehead, although I was a little afraid that Draco would kiss some hair sticking to his forehead or something: "Don't be afraid, Eve, I'm here."

"do not be afraid."

I almost threw myself into Draco's arms, you know how sad I am now, even though I wasn't actually hurt by Greyback, it's a fucking shadow.

I want to kill Greyback.

Draco and Eve's Patronus Theater.

"Why is your patron saint a badger, Draco?" Eve raised her eyebrows like a ruffian, looking at the rather naive little silver badger in front of her and asked.

"I always thought it would be some beautiful unicorn or some fierce snake."

"Hehe." Draco sneered a few times, he stroked his wand rather cruelly, and there seemed to be veins popping up on his forehead: "I haven't asked why your patron saint is a ferret, Eve. "