[HP] Tsundere from afar

Feeling that I have recently got a disease that I can't wake up no matter how I sleep, Hannah protested my unruly sleeping position and sleeping time.

"Protesting is useless, and you can't lift your spirits without a boyfriend!"

"You don't have a boyfriend?" Hannah muttered with her lips curled up, "As long as you want, Eve."

"No." I raised my eyebrows at this increasingly beautiful chick: "Actually, I only recently realized that I have a deep-rooted love for you. If I don't see you for a day, I will be very anxious, my dear!"

Hannah was so disgusted that she frowned and put the pillow in my face.

After returning from vacation, I returned to the state of looking for Draco in class, eating and sleeping. Although Draco has been missing more and more recently, it really looks like cheating.

My Transfiguration class was almost perfect, every class Professor McGonagall would be full of kind smiles and give Hufflepuff two points; however my Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Charms class were really, a bit horrible to think Deduct points for Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, although I think there has been a little progress.

Recently, Harry always likes to harass Professor Slughorn. He gave me the illusion that he was obsessed with that pot-bellied professor.Could it be that the atmosphere at Hogwarts has fallen to the level of a teacher-student relationship recently?

A good man bends when he says he wants to, and a boat of friendship turns over when he says he wants to. Is this really appropriate?

Until one morning, we were dragged to the infirmary by Hermione in a hurry. On the way to the infirmary, Hannah and I were still chewing the rest of our breakfast.

When I saw Ron tragically lying on the bed in the infirmary, I suspected at a certain moment that Ron was also bent. Well, after all, I saw him kissing that Lavender yesterday, commonly known as the show. love.

Hermione came to Ron's bedside almost in a state of death, and then she began to question Harry: "What happened, Harry?"

"It was an accident." Harry pushed his glasses a little awkwardly, and he told us what happened last night, such as how Ron greedily ate the love potion biscuits that others gave Harry. How En was poisoned, and how Harry detoxified... "It's a blessing for your broken book!" Hermione sighed almost cursing.

You must know that when Harry talked about Ron being poisoned and foaming at the mouth, Hermione's face was so pale that she seemed to die.In the end, Hermione sat by Ron's bed and gently held Ron's hand. Her expression was soft and quiet at the moment, as gentle as Ron's mother.

At this time, a group of professors appeared at the door of the infirmary, and the professors headed by Dumbledore all entered with serious faces, as if a group of our students violated the school rules and they were about to punish us.

"Thanks to your ingenuity, Harry, for using the bezoar." Dumbledore turned to Harry. "You must be proud of your students, Horace."

"Ah? Yes, very proud." Professor Slughorn replied embarrassingly with his big belly.

"We all agree that Potter's behavior was very brave, but why did this happen?" Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron.

At this time, Professor Slughorn took out the wine bottle in his hand, and suddenly attracted Dumbledore's attention: "Actually, I wanted to take it as a gift."

In the end, Dumbledore handed the bottle to Professor Snape, who also had extraordinary insights into potions: "Until it is not contaminated by medicine, it is still a good bottle of wine. Can I ask, who is it going to be given to?"

"Here you are." Professor Slughorn lowered his head, and he could see that he was in a state of confusion: "Here you are, Headmaster."

The infirmary fell into silence for an instant, and Hufflepuff, who was as innocent as Hannah, felt that some terrible conspiracy had happened.However, the silence was quickly broken, and a sharp and urgent voice broke into the infirmary, and our eardrums seemed to be pierced by sharp things——

"Where is he? My ever-victorious general! Has he ever looked for me?"

The Gryffindor Lavender passed through the professor and they ran to Ron's hospital bed. She panted violently, and then set her eyes on Hermione, with a bit of surprise and anger: "Why is she here?" here?"

"I still want to ask you!" Hermione stood up, staring at Lavender sharply.

"It's a pity that I'm his girlfriend!" The girl smiled maliciously, looking particularly gnashing.

"I'm his friend too!" said Hermione, standing up.

"Stop teasing me, you haven't spoken to each other in weeks!" That Lavender cursed fiercely, "I think you want to make up with him, you find his charm now, don't you?"

"He's been poisoned, you idiot!" Hermione growled at Lavender with a wrinkled face, and at the same time she suddenly spoke the truth: "And I've always found him attractive!"

I realized that maybe it was a squabble over Ron's flirting, and Hermione was finally declaring herself in some cases.Although I am wondering what Ron used to conquer Hermione, could it be his height?

At this time, Ron gradually woke up and made some noises unconsciously, which sounded like the howling of a pig to me.

Lavender quickly raised an eyebrow at Hermione, and this girl who was in a terrible narcissism confided to Ron: "See, he can feel my presence!"

I feel like your sister, do you think you collect all the dragon balls to summon the dragon and then sense superpowers... For the first time, I found out that there is a woman who is more narcissistic than me.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Lavender pushed me and Hannah to lie down on the bed. She kept talking, as if she was sure that Ron was having a mind-to-heart interaction with her.

As a result, Ron silently said Hermione's name.

Lavender instantly looked up at Hermione in astonishment, and then ran out of the infirmary in grief.After all, the slap in the face was so loud, if it were a thick-skinned person like me, I wouldn't have the face to stay at the scene.

But Hermione is very happy, she has a satisfied and happy smile on her face, just like learning that Lavender has fallen in love, because Hermione is very happy, and we are also very happy as her friends.

"Oh, to be young is to experience the pain of love." Dumbledore called us away, motioning for Hermione and Ron to be alone for a while.

"It's just a matter of time, don't you think?" Ginny smiled at us.

"Yeah, I can't help imagining the picture of their marriage." I also blinked at Ginny, and pouted at Ginny where Harry couldn't see: "It's up to you gone."

Ginny.Weasley felt shy for a moment.

At the entrance of the corridor, I said goodbye to them and got ready to go to class. I noticed that Harry was still holding the old book that made him forget to eat and sleep recently. The book belonged to Professor Snape.He still doesn't know anything and even wants to take this book of learning about God as his own.

"Harry, the owner of this notebook." I pointed to the notebook.

"What?" Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he raised the notebook in his hand: "Half-Blood Prince?"

"Yes, Half-Blood Prince." I hugged all kinds of books in my arms, still thinking about how to speak to Harry.

But Harry seemed to have seen something, so that he stopped directly on the stairs. I followed Harry's gaze suspiciously. Unusual and weird.

"Did you see that, Eve?" Harry pulled me over and said, his emerald eyes were filled with persistence and suspicion: "It's Draco, he's been sneaking around to the Room of Requirement lately."

"Are you following Draco?" I frowned and looked at Harry, almost wondering if Harry was plotting against my man. "You don't mean to spy on him..."

"No!" Harry also wrinkled his face, and he faced me with a strange expression: "It's the Marauder's Map, Eve!"

In fact, I think the Marauder's Map is quite scary. Harry can even know from a map how long I have been squatting in the toilet pit in the morning. You know, I feel that my stomach has not been very good recently.

"Well, that doesn't mean anything." I shrugged and was about to leave, but Harry grabbed the hem of my robe.

"Eve, it's a fact that Draco is working for Voldemort." Harry looked at me with a very serious expression, and he desperately hoped that I could believe him, "Even this time it might be him who poisoned me."

But of course I believed him because I knew it was true.But that doesn't mean I'm going to part ways with Draco or look at him with a maliciously speculative look because of that fact.

"So what, Harry." I couldn't even laugh now. "Draco is definitely not a bad guy."

That superficially arrogant bad boy is actually very timid. He really doesn't look like a good guy, but he isn't even a bad guy.

"Harry, I like Draco very much." I said to Harry with the corners of my mouth slightly raised, this sentence is as rare as Hermione's confession to Ron.But I hope that my heart can be known by Harry, and I hope that Harry can take a little look at the sake of our life and death and stop forcing me to stand in the team.

Besides, my future with Draco is hard enough for me to look straight at!

I feel a little twitch in my heart, watching my good friend doubt Draco and even hope that I doubt Draco, it's like seeing him alone and helpless at the Christmas ball last time, if you can, I hope Draco can keep that dicky first grade smile, after all he hasn't smiled much this term----

Smiling more is easy to get wrinkles, and smiling less is easy to get depression!

When I turned to leave, I suddenly thought of something and turned my head again. Some kind of impulse prompted me to say: "Harry, do you know Professor Snape's middle name?"

"What?" Harry turned around in astonishment.

I smiled slightly, remembering that I saw Professor Snape's signature on a certain document during the labor service last time: "It's Prince."

"What is Prince?" Harry wanted to ask me with some doubts, but he suddenly stopped walking towards me, with a look of surprise and stiffness on his face: "Prince?"

He silently shifted his gaze to the old book, and then looked at me cutely.

"Snape is half blood?"

I find it refreshing to blurt out certain things all the time, so I shrugged and said jokingly to Harry, "You can ask him."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and he said to me helplessly, "This isn't funny at all, Eve."

I tilted my head and unconsciously wrote down the time on the clock tower, and then my whole body bounced up like being hit by a hundred thousand volts of electricity: "Merlin's Mimi!"

Of course it's not funny, I was even late for Professor Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class just to chat with you!