Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Although it is a basement, it does not have a dark and damp feeling, but it is baked warmly.

Recover quickly. Malfoy's deep voice sounded slowly in Hermione's ear.

Hermione felt her body regain control of her, and consciousness returned to her brain again.

She slowly opened her eyes, the black curtain came into view, the smoke-like lace was gathered up, hung with a few silver tassels, and the light ribbons tied the veil, like a spring breeze. winged butterfly.

The big bed is very soft and comfortable, the height of the pillow is also appropriate, embroidered with pink lace, the whole room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and there is a little elegant but mellow perfume in the air, it should be sprayed of

But she didn't have time to taste this intoxicating taste.

The heart-piercing pain seemed to cover every inch of the joints of her body, and she couldn't help curling up her body.

Like a hunched back, poor shrimp, that residual pain still lives in every corner of her body, like the bones of her body were crushed inch by inch, and then slowly grew up.

Not only was it painful, it was itchy.

Cooperation. Malfoy whispered softly in Hermione's ear.

Cooperation? The word came to Hermione's ears, and it changed into another implied meaning entirely.

She was trembling with anger, and the pain caused by the humiliation and hatred actually suppressed the real pain for a while.

She wanted to break free from the current situation, she wanted to struggle to get up, but her hands were firmly clamped by powerful palms.

If she could be calm, she would find that there was no lust in Malfoy's eyes, quite calm.

Hermione struggled so hard, she could now almost guess what was going to happen.

The seventeen-year-old girl's body is between green and mature, not to mention bumpy, but also has a different kind of charm.

Malfoy's figure suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then the powerful palm climbed onto the girl's shoulder.

With a piercing sound, the golden-red lady's wizard uniform was torn open, and it turned out that the wide robe normally concealed her already developed figure.

With her eyes wandering, the girl's delicate collarbone can be seen at a glance, and the slender shoulders are flanked by light-colored slender shoulder straps.

Further down, there is some white and tender softness that makes the mouth dry, and the slight bulge and bulge are blocked by the white smock under the half cover.

Hermione bit her lip subconsciously. Female instinct made her subconsciously shy and wanted to cover it up, but the faint shyness disappeared immediately, and the rosy cheeks that had just climbed up became pale again.

She was ashamed of her wavering and shyness.

Hermione didn't want to accept that in that instant, she was lost.

I don't like him now!

I don't have feelings for him for a long time.

He's Voldemort's man, he said, running away.

He's a coward.

Maybe his return to Hogwarts was also arranged by Voldemort, just to inquire about information. He and Snape were in a group. Maybe Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall's poison was also given by Snape who he cooperated with.

And the Dementors...

Hermione struggled to convince herself.

At the same time, I am ashamed of my brief blur.

The exposed skin made her lose her mind, and she became frightened again. The flowing blood suddenly solidified, and then began to flow back.

She raised her head and struggled to meet her, revealing even more snow-white skin, dyed with a touch of crimson under the ambiguous candlelight.

Malfoy's expression was a little grim now.

He did not expect this violent reaction.

He originally thought that Hermione's IQ could understand his cooperation.

But now it seems to be wrong.

more aggressive reaction.

Hermione straightened suddenly, trying to break free.

She wanted to knock Malfoy down with a forehead butt, because it was the only part of her body she could control.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy also reacted and took a step back, but it was not completely in time.

The lips of the two were so abruptly entangled in a strange angle.

Kissing is supposed to be something couples have done before, obsessed with infatuated eyes

The four lips were entangled together, and the girl's lips were very cold, with a hint of sweetness.

Then a stinging pain bit his lip, as if there was some deep hatred.

The girl responded quickly. , more violent resistance.

Passed out.

Second time. Malfoy touched the corner of his mouth.

I really like to bite. While Hermione fell into a drowsiness, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.

After such a big disaster, I always have to charge some interest. I have to say that it is very delicate.

This age's unique maturity and youthful temperament coexist, when it is the most hazy and vague.

Coupled with her strong and independent temperament, it is even more strangely charming.

It would have been better if he wasn't so fond of bullshitting. Malfoy sighed.

How to deal with this girl is also a big problem.

Maybe wait until the war is over and the dust settles?

Malfoy rubbed his forehead painfully, obviously this was a big problem.

Also consider the rhetoric against Voldemort.

He doesn't look away.

He is also of a young age, and it is impossible to be indifferent to this.

He kept pouring tea into his mouth, and the expensive tea was drunk by cattle.

Malfoy eased himself.

Read it casually and calm down.

Malfoy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his teeth touched the tip of his tongue, his lips and tongue were injured, and his teeth seemed to have been knocked, and there was a cool feeling of pain.

Just now, the vague feeling of being peeped at has completely subsided.

Not really peeping, but at least Voldemort needed to sense that there was a fierce resistance here.

Even making countless can prove their loyalty.

Voldemort didn't necessarily fully trust him either.

The suspicious nature has penetrated deep into his bones.

It was about half an hour before he saw Hermione's fingers twitch.

Are you awake? Malfoy asked casually, sitting in front of a light red solid wood coffee table, flipping through the book, the finely chopped green tea leaves in the cup, quietly floating in sleep, with a faint white mist .

The hot tea is getting colder.

I just thought I was bitten by a dog, Hermione said angrily.

You'd better feel vaguely first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no, girl, it's too much of a disappointment for me, I don't do that. Malfoy said lightly, raising his teacup , took a sip.

My Legilimency is not bad, I know what you're thinking.

In other words, your Occlumency is good, but your acting skills can't keep up. I can tell your thoughts just by looking at your expressions.

If you want to leave here, you have to lie down, but it's not bad to keep it for a while, at least you won't lose your life for the time being.

Malfoy gently placed the teacup back on the delicate mahogany coffee table, but the hot tea still inevitably splashed out.

Where's her wand? Needless to say, it must have been taken away.

This outfit doesn't quite suit you.

Hermione immediately guarded her chest with her hands.

It's so suitable for running away, dressed very smartly. He scrutinized and shook his head.

Don't worry, I won't help you, it's nothing to see. He said coldly.

Malfoy snapped his fingers.

A short figure suddenly appeared in front of Hermione's eyes - her eyes sparkled with nothingness.

Watch her, if she runs away, kill yourself. Malfoy only gave her that order.

He knew how to deal with the situation as a servant, and took advantage of Hermione's weakness, she wouldn't run, she wouldn't accept house-elves sacrifice for her

Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, but was interrupted again.

If you don't want to kill her, it's fine if you don't try to escape. Looking at Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger slightly.

The cruel decision was made by you, not me. He said softly.

The blood that disappeared from Hermione's face was once again flooded with a seductive flush of anger.

Shameless. Hermione closed her eyelids weakly, her lips moved, and said weakly.

You have failed Professor McGonagall's trust in you!

I'm disappointed too. Hermione seemed to be a little lost, and murmured in a low voice, her face pale.

Disappointed? That means you still had hope for me? Said jokingly, but found that he seemed to have asked a question that shouldn't have been asked.

Yes, I liked you until not long ago. Hermione didn't evade the question this time, and gave an explosive answer directly.

The brown eyes didn't evade, and Malfoy looked at each other, as if the latter had been hit by a heavy hammer in the chest.

An indescribable sense of absurdity poured out of Malfoy's mind.

It's not a very funny joke, Miss Granger, if you don't have a sense of humour, don't make any jokes.

His pale gray pupils shrank suddenly, and then said coldly.

Your words prove a proverb - language is the highest magic.

Compared to this, you should think about how to escape from me in other ways, instead of using sympathy.

Malfoy gave her a few glances.

Hermione's body was stiff, and she lost her strength. Those brown eyes with some amber luster stared angrily at the man in front of her. Malfoy's hand reached out, fiddling with Hermione's brown curly hair, twisting it around his fingers, then letting it go.

Looks a lot like flirting.

There is a faint scent of shampoo lingering between the ends of the hair.

But now, the girl feels disgusted and angry from the bottom of her heart.

Take off her clothes and change her into suitable clothes, at least not suitable for running. He deliberately put on a wicked smile.

The adjustment under high pressure may want to indulge before the desperate situation, or it may be the only contribution of this rash girl

Always teach her a lesson, always do things that hold her back.

Okay, young master. Twinkle said numbly.

Finally, he ordered the elf named Twinkle and left quickly.

There was a feeling of running away, but Hermione was distracted and didn't notice.

With a click, the door was closed.

He leaned his back on the door beam and touched his forehead, wondering if he was hallucinating.

It is not so much a confession, but a declaration of a complete break, after all, the prefix of the description also has the word once.