Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

If Draco had been to a bar where wizards hang out, he might find it even more difficult to accept, because such thigh-revealing clothing is usually worn by elven dancers.

"You...why are you dressed like this..." Draco stammered nervously, without even having time to express his lovesickness.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Indra spun around in front of him with a smile, and then threw herself into his arms.

Draco's calm cheeks turned completely red when he reached out to hug her. The faint fragrance of Indra's hair lingered around, and the soft warmth surrounded him, filling his world.

"I missed you so much—and besides, your burgundy tie looked really nice."

"You missed me and you didn't write to me?" Draco said softly, "Well, I have been picking this one for a long time."

"I don't write to you just so you can hold me tighter when we meet~"

Draco endured her sweet words and said, "Excuse..."

"Okay, let's go and take you home."

They left the Leaky Cauldron hand in hand, and Draco looked curiously at the shops on the street.

Indra: "Do you want to go shopping? Those are bookstores and record stores. The record players are for playing music."

"Is that a record player? There seems to be a brass-colored morning glory-shaped thing in the cellar of my house."

Draco looked through the glass display window with a puzzled tone.

Indra: "Maybe they have similar shapes?"

They walked to the subway station. When the ticket vending machine spit out the tickets, Indra smiled and motioned for Draco to pick them up.

He took the lightweight piece of paper in his hand and looked at it. The time and site were written on it.

After a while they got on the subway.

Although it was already past the morning commute time, there were still many passengers on the subway.

Indra's leg bumped against Draco's leg, "Want to touch it?"

Draco's eyes slid over her thighs involuntarily, and then he gave her a look that said, "Please, restrain yourself."

Indra turned sideways, put her hands around his waist, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said in Draco's ear, "This is how Muggles travel."

"I know, I read it in the book." Draco said dryly, putting his hand on Indra's waist.

He had never seen so many Muggles in his life, a carriage full of Muggles, and he looked at them from time to time.

Many people in the carriage cast kind and curious glances at this cross-border love couple with outstanding appearance and particularly eye-catching appearance.

"But there is no skirt like the one you are wearing in the book." Draco lowered his head and glanced at it. He pressed his hand on the outside of Indra's thigh near the base of the leg, pressed down on the skirt that slid up, and pressed it with his fingertips. Her warm and delicate skin.

However, he also noticed that some other Muggle girls in the car were wearing skirts of similar length, and some were even shorter.

They looked over here frequently, their eyes flashing with strange light, and they whispered.

"Don't worry, there won't be any skirt like this in Muggle books."

Indra smiled and whispered, "The Muggle Studies class only allows wizards to understand how not to expose themselves in the Muggle world, but it does not allow wizards to be conspicuous wherever they go."

She picked up Draco's burgundy tie with her fingers, "But you still look just as conspicuous as those poorly dressed wizards."

"Is there any reward?"

Master Malfoy thought he had never been so smart as he wrote the three-foot-long Transfiguration theory paper.

Because Indra had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Obviously both of them felt that this reward contained some other meanings.

"Reward?" Draco turned his head and asked softly, his lips touching her ear.

Indra moved her head behind his shoulder, "I'll reward you by taking the Knight Bus."

Front Street is a quiet place between the city center and the suburbs. There are some beautiful single-family villas on the left and right sides, surrounded by pointed black iron fences.

Green evergreen trees, or flaming red maples and brilliant yellow ginkgo trees are planted every few steps along the street.

Indra and Draco stepped on these red and yellow leaves spread on the dark ground and walked along the street.

Draco looked at a house he passed by with green plants on its walls and flowers inside.

"This is Mrs. Missler's house. Occasionally she will play mahjong with my grandma, but usually she only plays bridge."

"What is mahjong?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"I'll show you later, but I won't..."

Indra: "What's in your box?"

Draco: "Guess."

Indra: "What else do you have besides your luggage?"

Draco shook the suitcase, and a muffled, high-pitched electronic sound came from the suitcase.

"Hello, Miss Indra..."

Indra's eyes widened slightly, "Why did you stuff it in the box and bring it here."

This is Gollum, the house elf who apparated Dracula in the Leaky Cauldron last year.

"It's convenient. This box has a traceless extension spell. It has a lot of space and can hold ten of you."

Indra deeply felt that the International Wizarding Secrecy Law hindered his way of making money.

Indra: "...Is this box of yours illegal?"

The Ministry of Magic stipulates that the Invisible Extension Spell may not be used for private purposes, and suitcases at Hogwarts and family tents at the Quidditch World Cup are approved by the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic.

And this small suitcase obviously has nothing to do with the above two.

"Don't worry, Mafalda Hopko from the Abuse of Magic Office gave it to my father."

Mafalda Hopkirk's exact words were that for a family as old and generous as the Malfoy's, it would be perfectly fine for a chest with an Invisible Expansion Charm on it.

Indra curled her lips, looking like a bitch.

Draco: "By the way, I brought a gift for your grandma."

"What gift?!" Indra said in surprise.

The two of them immediately forgot that there was a Gulu in the box and started talking about other topics.

"Some beautiful porcelain, from the East in the last century, has been sitting in my cellar. How about it?"

Draco said a little uneasily, he thought for a long time before deciding to give this.

Indra breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Very good, my grandma will like it."

She kissed him on the cheek.

At the corner of the intersection ahead is a store, with a half-brown ceiling protruding from the inside, and a dazzling array of food displayed in the bright and smooth glass.

"That's Ms. Lucy's store. I often go there to help grandma buy things." Indra raised her chin in that direction and said.

Turn right along the street and go to the end.

"Here we are, right there." Indra said with a shy smile and started to get nervous.

There is a small villa on the left side of the long street in front. There are several snow-white windows embedded in the high black, brown and red walls. A strong chimney wall stands on the sloping black tile roof. Behind the house is a dense green tree.

Draco's gray-blue eyes stared at this house, which was similar to the previous houses, and felt that it was different from the previous ones.