[HP] Tsundere from afar

Greyback was miserable, and Bella almost finished the whole thing with embellishments, and then Voldemort, seeing the damage on my face and my speechless symptoms, readily gave Greyback a few Cruciatus.

But I think it's too cheap, even if my wounds have been healed with wolfbane potion and various rat juices, even if the damage I suffered is actually nothing.But I opened my mouth reluctantly and pointed to Greyback's pocket.And the moment Draco took the Love Potion out of Greyback's pocket, the pink bottle almost turned Voldemort into something that had just come out of a mental institution.

His scarlet eyes widened, the muscles in his face almost trembled, and he swung his wand and cast a spell that shattered everything in the study.Bella and the others may not know why, but I know why, I did it on purpose.

Because Voldemort is the product of the love potion, even if he doesn't want to admit it, his favorability for the love potion must be negative.

At the end we hung our heads, and Voldemort raised his wand at the unknown Greyback in the middle of the clearing: "Avada Kedavra!"

I couldn't help raising my head to appreciate all this. This was the first time I saw this kind of green light beam with appreciative eyes. Cold and weird, when that beam of light disappears---

Greyback is dead.

Something in my heart was about to break out of the ground, and something was firmly suppressed, as if a hard stone had been stuffed into my heart.

Voldemort soon left Malfoy Manor, seemingly desperate to get something.And Draco almost got into the potion making room recently, he rationed me a lot of potions, and after I restored my speech function with some kind of antidote provided by Professor Snape, those deep scars on my face became major trouble.

Although I like to eat meat weirdly now, this should be the sequelae of being bitten by a werewolf.

"It's a good thing it's not deep." Snape said to Draco, who frowned as he looked at my wound, "You gave her the right wolf's poison/potion the first time."

I touched my face in a little panic: "Will there be a scar?"

"You can guess." Then Professor Snape joked a little mockingly: "But your beauty finally makes the potion come into play, Miss Russ."

"..." I now need to drink the beauty potion every hour, and apply Mortra rat juice externally every half a day.So much so that I always feel that there is a rancid potion smell on my body recently.

"At least it's faded a lot, Eve." Draco stroked the big scar on my face, now it's close to skin color, but still a little pale.

"Was it really ugly at the time?" I raised my eyebrows a little embarrassed.

"I didn't pay attention to this." Draco said with the corners of his mouth pulled, his handsome face was a little dignified at the moment, thinking of the situation at that time, he would always be like this: "I was thinking..."

He suddenly stopped and didn't speak, looked at me quietly for a while, then smiled and hugged me into his arms: "I'm thinking about a lot of things that you little idiot can't think of."

I always feel that every time we make out, something strange gets mixed in.

I feel that I will be awakened every day by a dream without a dream. Thanks to Draco's dreamless potion, I do not dream anymore, but I always wake up inexplicably.Not having dreams is actually more terrifying, because I always feel that once I close my eyes, some weird things will always appear in my mind, which makes me extremely frightened.

Greyback was the first man I killed indirectly, even if he was closer to being a brute.

When I frantically turned on the light, Draco also sneaked into my room. I guess I frightened him by my frightened look, otherwise his frown wouldn't be so sexy.

"Aren't you asleep again, Eve?" Draco closed the door and skillfully cast a confusion spell and silence on the door.

Under the dim light, I saw that Draco's platinum hair was a bit messy. Recently, he was too busy dancing with many things that Voldemort told him. Even his normally smooth chin had grown fine stubble, as if he had grown old in an instant. several years old.

"Just woke up, nothing." I picked up the glass and took a few sips of water uncomfortably, honestly I didn't want Draco to worry too much about me.The cold liquid flowed down the throat to the stomach, and a bone-piercing feeling made me calm down a lot in an instant.

"You're sweating." Draco gave me a helpless look. He brushed away the sticky strands of hair on my forehead, and touched my face worriedly. The scar on my face was actually gone. Almost indistinguishable.

The cool night air from the open windows sent a penetrating chill through my back before I felt sweaty.Looking at the sweaty pajamas in embarrassment, I shrugged at Draco: "I'll take a shower first, Draco."

Then I went straight into the bathroom in the room. The bathroom in Malfoy Manor was as luxurious as the prefect's bathroom in Hogwarts. At least I haven't had such a big bath in my life.The moment my skin touched the warm water, it was like falling into my mother's arms. This kind of warmth almost made me forget the empty things in my mind just now.

I buried my face in the pool a little dazedly, and gradually bathed myself in this kind of warmth.The moment I held my breath and closed my eyes, some memories of when Greyback was killed by Avada emerged in my brain. The cold feeling couldn't satisfy my fear even with the warm water in the pool, not to mention the more sad I felt when I held my breath .

When I just wanted to raise my head to breathe, I felt that I was fished out of the pool, and the part above the shoulders was exposed to the slightly cold air.The dripping water clouded my vision, but at least I could identify Draco with the platinum blonde hair in front of me.

"Are you asleep, Eve?" Draco's voice became a little anxious, with a bit of annoyance that made my heart tremble.He pushed back all the hair sticking to my face, and then he regained that gentle look, his gray-blue eyes were full of anxiety.

I wiped the water off my face, lay down on the bank and looked up at him: "I'm not that stupid."

"You are much more stupid than you think, Eve!" Draco approached me with a slightly lowered voice, "I always feel that I have to tie you to my body to be at ease!"

Draco and I looked at each other, the gray-blue eyes full of complex emotions.I am a little embarrassed to hide my shoulders in the water. The sparkling pool is actually very beautiful, with a bit of taboo and beauty at night under the faint light.

The feeling of confinement always makes people think about it. In this environment where there is only the sound of dripping water, Draco suddenly moved closer to my forehead a little uncomfortably. His chin was about to touch the surface of the water, but his gray-blue eyes were in harmony with the water. The colors of the water are so harmonious.He leaned close to me and stopped talking, and finally captured my lips suddenly, with a bit of toughness and confusion that surprised me.

This kind of hardness is different from the Greyback that makes me sick. Draco's lips are cold and soft, like the kind of fudge in the Honeydukes candy shop, which has a textured temperature.Warm and inviting in the mild water with memories that make me nostalgic.

With a bit of suppressed desire, he took off his robe and shoes, and drowned himself in the warm water.

I was quickly embraced by Draco, who buried his head on my shoulder and touched the tooth mark with all the grace and warmth that was his.This strong Draco-scented hug made my heart race and I quickly hugged him back.

Every time I hug Draco lately, I have to hug Draco very hard, because I know that every hug may be the last hug.

This feeling of stuffiness and breathlessness in the warm water gave me the illusion of being in a love potion, as if all the drops of water were Draco's hands. Wrapped with no escape.

In my suppressed panting, I gradually couldn't restrain the screams that came out of my mouth, because the temperature of Draco and this kind of warm water was too hot and happy; because my brain gradually could only accommodate because I And Draco who reacted in various ways; because Draco's face and voice disturbed my mind, waves of senses came from all directions like a tide.

Draco and I have never, never been happier, like we've been one from beginning to end.

I could see the water around me and Draco swell violently because of our movements...a little shyly, actually.

Later, I felt that my brain should be controlled by the love potion, otherwise I wouldn't have kept dragging Draco to prevent him from leaving.It's kind of close to being an invitation at the expense of the body, I'm inviting Draco to toss me into a slumber so I can fall asleep with a broken body and a contented soul without my own mind bogged down in fear.

My body really couldn't support it, and my consciousness was blurred. I really let my body fall into sleepiness before my brain. A kind of physical fatigue made me want to fall asleep quickly.

Sore waist, weak legs and kidney deficiency, I felt it all.

Draco hugged me under the soft blanket, and he touched my forehead lightly one last time.He seemed to be just watching me, and seemed to have something to say. Before my consciousness fell into chaos, he still asked.

"What are you going to do when it's all over, Eve?" Draco's hand brushed my hair, his voice steady like a lullaby.

"I plan to live." I paused for a moment, and said the answer from beginning to end a little softly: "What about you, Draco?"

My eyes gradually closed, and Draco next to me just seemed to be touching my hair, and finally he laughed.He lowered his head slightly, and told me his answer in a very peaceful and helpless voice at a place very close to me——

"Live with you, Eve."

I actually didn't fall asleep this time, I could hear him clearly, but I didn't dare to answer him again.

I think any oath and reply will become a sharp knife to hurt him under certain circumstances, although I will definitely try to make myself with him.