Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

When they arrived at the foyer of the castle, Indra patted Hermione on the shoulder. She and Ron had been worried about Harry all the way.

Then, the Slytherin students walked down the stairs into the underground corridor and returned to the lake bottom lounge. The lost Hufflepuffs walked down another underground staircase.

Occasionally there were a few quiet voices among the people walking in the underground corridor.

"He's not bad..." said a guy from the Slytherin team.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be life-threatening. You already knew this when you signed up, right?" Another person shook his head sadly.

"But the Goblet of Fire turned into a portkey, which is really weird."

"Is this an accident caused by the organizer?"

"The organizer is ourselves. It seems that the desire to restart the Triwizard Tournament has failed again."

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At the entrance of the lounge corridor, Indra turned to Draco and whispered, "I don't want to stay in the dormitory."

"Okay, let's sit in the lounge for a while."

In the end, the two of them started doing homework in the lounge.

No one mentioned the third project again.

There is no fire in the summer fireplace, only some flower baskets piled up. The dark green lake water outside the crystal glass window is slightly illuminated by the lantern fish, and you can see some floating aquatic plants behind them.

There was only the soft rustle of writing in the air.

After writing a long chapter on the similarities and differences between the use of rootless fruits in potions and figs, Indra put down the pen, rubbed her wrist, and then raised her chin to look at Draco.

He was translating an ancient rune, with his head slightly lowered, and his light blond hair scattered on his forehead. The expression on his face was very serious, and he had a large number of reference books at his hands.

Indra sat on his left side, so what he saw was his beautiful profile.

His skin was always a little pale, and Indra guessed that there wasn't much sunlight coming into his room at Malfoy Manor.

Not to mention the Slytherin lounge, which is entirely illuminated by lights.

Or maybe it's just a matter of genetic inheritance. After all, Lucius and Narcissa's skin is also slightly pale.

It's not sick, but it looks dazzling, just like their golden hair that turns white under the light.

"What are you looking at?" Draco raised his eyes and found Indra looking at her, so he asked with a smile.

"Looking at a sexy guy." Indra said softly and lazily.

The calm and decent expression on Draco's face immediately collapsed, revealing an awkward and embarrassed look, and looked at her annoyingly.

Indra saw as she wished that there was more blood on his cheeks and they became rosy.

"What? You're not shy when you do it, but you're shy when you say a word?"

Draco's cheeks turned redder, why was she like this...

But then, he stared at her with shining eyes and said slowly, "You...it's best not to remind me..."

Indra bit her lip silently, pursed her lips, and fell silent without anything to say.

But Draco was not willing to let her go like this, so he leaned over and pinched the lower half of her face, lifted it up, and kissed her roughly and lingeringly.

But Indra actually began to respond to him, and some of the negative emotions caused by tonight's bad news were mixed into this not-gentle kiss.

It's the fear of losing.

She grabbed Draco by the collar and pulled him towards her.

After a while, Indra licked his numb lips and whispered softly, "I'm hungry."

Draco straightened his collar and reached out to hold her, "Let's go then."