Although it was a basement, it didn't feel dark and damp, instead it was baked and warm.
"Resuscitate quickly." Malfoy's deep voice sounded slowly in Hermione's ear.
Hermione felt that her body had regained control, and her consciousness had returned to her brain.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the black curtain came into her eyes, the lace was tied up like smoke waves, a few silver tassels hung on it, and the light ribbon tied the curtain, like a spring breeze. winged butterfly.
The big bed is 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 bit of elegant but mellow perfume in the air, it should be just sprayed of
But she didn't have time to taste the intoxicating taste.
The piercing pain seemed to crawl over every inch of her body, and she couldn't help curling up her body.
Like a hunched back, poor shrimp, the residual pain is still alive in every corner of her body, like the bones all over her body are crushed inch by inch, and then grow back slowly.
Not only does it hurt, it's itchy too.
"Cooperate." Malfoy whispered softly in Hermione's ear.
"Cooperate?" The word reached Hermione's ears, and it became another hint completely.
She was trembling with anger, 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 strong palms.
If she could be calm, she would find that there was no trace of lust in Malfoy's eyes, rather calm.
Hermione struggled desperately, she could almost guess what would happen in the future now.
The seventeen-year-old girl's body is between green and mature, not to mention uneven, but also has a different kind of charm.
Malfoy's figure suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then his powerful palm climbed onto the girl's shoulder.
With a pricking sound, the golden-red lady's wizard costume was torn apart, and it turned out that the wide robe usually covered 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 swelling are blocked by the white overalls under the half cover.
Hermione bit her lips subconsciously. Her feminine instincts made her shy subconsciously, trying to cover it up, but the slight shyness disappeared immediately, and the rosiness that had just climbed onto her cheeks turned pale again.
She was ashamed of her wavering and shyness.
Hermione didn't want to accept that at that moment just now, she was lost.
"I don't like him now!"
"I don't have feelings for him anymore.
"He's one of Voldemort's men," he funk. "
"He's a coward."
"Maybe his return to Hogwarts was also arranged by Voldemort, just to gather information. He and Snape were in the same group. Maybe the poisons of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were also poisoned by Snape, who cooperated with him."
"And the dementors..."
Hermione tried her best to convince herself while struggling hard.
At the same time, I was ashamed of my short-term blur.
The naked skin made her lose her mind, and she became frightened again, the flowing blood froze immediately, and then began to flow backwards.
She raised her head and struggled to meet it, exposing a larger piece of snow-white skin, which was dyed a touch of crimson under the ambiguous candlelight.
Malfoy's expression is a little grim now.
He hadn't expected this violent reaction.
He originally thought that Hermione's IQ could understand his "cooperation".
But now it seems to be wrong.
more aggressive reactions.
Hermione jerked herself upright, trying to break free.
She wanted to knock Malfoy down with a mallet on the forehead, because that was the only part of her body she could control.
Unexpectedly, Malfoy also reacted and took a step back, but he didn't have time.
The lips of the two were intertwined at such a strange angle.
Kissing was supposed to be something couples did before, obsessed with obsessive eyes
The four lips were intertwined, and the girl's lips were cold, with a hint of sweetness.
Then a sharp pain bit his lip, as if there was some deep hatred.
The girl reacted quickly. , more intense anti-revolt.
"Dizzy."
"It's the second time." Malfoy touched the corner of his mouth.
"I really like to bite people." While Hermione fell into a coma, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.
After such a big disaster, some interest is always charged. I have to say, it is very delicate.
At this age, the unique maturity and youthful temperament coexist, and it is the most hazy time.
Coupled with her strong and independent temperament, she has a strange charm.
"It would be better if I didn't like poking things so much." 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 in pain, obviously this is a big trouble.
Also have to think about the rhetoric against Voldemort.
He looks away.
He is also at a young age, and it is impossible to remain indifferent to this.
He kept pouring tea into his mouth, and the expensive tea was drunk by the cows.
Malfoy calmed himself down.
Read casually and calm down.
Malfoy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his teeth and the tip of his tongue touched, his lips and tongue were injured, his teeth seemed to have been knocked, and he felt a slight pain.
Just now, the vague feeling of being peeped completely subsided.
It wasn't really peeping, but at least Voldemort needed to sense that there was a fierce resistance here.
Even if he has made countless efforts to prove his loyalty.
Voldemort doesn't necessarily trust him completely.
Suspicious nature has been deep into his bones.
It took about half an hour before he saw Hermione's fingers lick.
"Are you awake?" Malfoy asked casually, sitting in front of a light red solid wood coffee table, flipping through a book, the fine green tea leaves in the cup, quietly floating in sleep, emitting a faint white mist .
The hot tea is gradually cooling down.
"I'll just take it as a dog bite," said Hermione angrily.
"You'd better feel vaguely first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no, girl, it's too disappointing for me, I don't have that." Malfoy said lightly, raising his teacup , took a sip.
"My Legilimency is not bad, I know what you're thinking."
"Or, your Occlumency is well practiced, but your acting skills can't keep up. I can tell what's on your mind just by looking at your expression."
"If you want to leave here, you have to lie down, but it's good to keep it for a while, at least you won't lose your life for the time being."
Malfoy gently put the teacup back on the delicate mahogany coffee table, but some of the scalding tea inevitably splashed out.
Where's her wand? Needless to say, it must have been taken away.
"This suit doesn't suit you well."
Hermione immediately covered her chest with her hands vigilantly.
"It's perfect for escaping, and it's smartly dressed." He shook his head appreciatively.
"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—the eyes sparkled with nothingness.
"Look at her, if she runs away, kill yourself." Malfoy only gave this order to her.
He knew how to handle the situation as a servant, and took advantage of Hermione's weakness, she wouldn't run, she wouldn't accept a house-elf sacrifice for her
Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, but was interrupted when she was about to say something.
"If you don't want to kill her, you just don't try to escape." Seeing Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger slightly.
"The cruel decision was made by you, not me." He said softly.
The disappearing blood on Hermione's face once again flushed seductively with anger.
"Shameless." Hermione closed her eyelids feebly, her lips moved, and said weakly.
"You have failed Professor McGonagall's trust in you!"
"I'm disappointed too." Hermione seemed a little lost, murmured in a low voice, her face pale
"Disappointed? Does that mean you still had hope in me?" He said jokingly, but found that he seemed to have asked a question that shouldn't be asked.
"Yes, I liked you until not long ago." Hermione did not evade this question this time, and directly gave an explosive answer.
The brown eyes didn't budge, and Malfoy looked at each other, who seemed to have been hit in the chest by a dull hammer.
An indescribable sense of absurdity welled up from Malfoy's heart.
"This joke is not very funny, Miss Granger, if you don't have a sense of humor, don't make any jokes."
His pale gray pupils shrank suddenly at this moment, and then he said coldly.
"Your words bear out the adage that words are the best magic."
"Compared to this, you should think about how to escape from me in other ways, instead of using sympathy."
Malfoy looked her over.
Hermione's body was very stiff, and she lost her strength all over. Her brown eyes, with some amber luster, stared angrily at the man in front of her. Malfoy stretched out his hand, plucked Hermione's curly brown hair, twisted it around his fingers, and then loosened it suddenly.
It looked a lot like flirting.
A faint scent of shampoo lingers in the hair tips.
But now, the girl feels disgusted and angry from the bottom of her heart.
"Take off your 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 be the only contribution of this reckless girl who wanted to indulge before the desperate situation
Always teach her a lesson, always do things that hold her back.
"Okay, master." Winky said numbly.
In the end, he told the elf named Shining, and left quickly.
There was a feeling of running away, but Hermione was distracted and didn't notice.
With a bang, the door was closed.
He leaned his back on the door beam, touched his forehead, and wondered if he was hallucinating.
It is not so much a confession as a declaration of a complete break. After all, the prefix of the description has the word "once".