HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Nalilian was stunned for a few seconds, looking at the pair of eyes so close to her.

This was her favorite pair of dark black eyes, deep and calm, with a simple gaze that carried a sense of scrutiny. Her eyebrows were perfect, thick and black. No matter which crowd she was in, even if it did not conform to other people's aesthetics, she would have the strongest aura and be the most eye-catching.

But the man with those eyes kissed her.

It was the first time she saw desire in this.

Shock, fear, and guilt mixed together and surged into her heart. She came to her senses and struggled like crazy.

He's Kxton!

Almost the moment she resisted, Kerston let her go.

Nalilian also pushed him away and moved aside.

She supported herself on the ground, gasping for breath, and looked at the bracelet on her wrist that emitted a faint colorful light, unable to believe what had just happened.

There was no rain on her, no wet clothes on her, no panting, and the bruises on her neck no longer hurt.

But she felt even more desperate than before.

After a long moment, she looked up at him.

She needed an explanation.

"I love you."

Under the rain outside the door, Kerston looked at her calmly and said, as if admitting defeat.

Nalilian lost all her words in an instant.

What does it mean to love her?

She scanned his face with some disbelief, trying to find any sign of lying.

but.

Kersten looked at her quietly.

Her whole body was cold, tears streaming down her eyes, "...Why?"

"No reason."

"How long did it start?"

"do not know."

"you are lying."

"No."

"Why tell me?"

"There's no need to hide any longer."

"I'm your sister."

"I know."

It's such a shame.

Nalilian raised her hand, but when she saw Kerston's calm expression in the rain, he seemed to have expected all this, and the rain flowed down his hair.

She couldn't continue fighting and put her hand down dejectedly.

“…I hate you.”

Tears mixed with the warmth of rain flowed down her face.

Kerston reached out to her, and she did not resist. He pulled her into his arms, pressing her against his chest and holding her tightly.

He looked up at the person who was coming. He was standing far away, his short brown hair wet by the rain, looking at him.

*

"Senior Diggory?"

Ernest and Justin, who were rushing to the first aid center, met Cedric first.

He leaned against the wall, looking down at the ground, his whole body soaked by the rain.

Ernest felt a little strange, and Justin greeted him first, "Senior Diggory, have you seen Lillian?"

"That conductor saw Lillian coming this way. If we find her, we should take her away as soon as possible."

Justin tried to move forward, but Ernest held him back.

"Senior Diggory?" Ernest called out tentatively.

Cedric's eyelashes twitched, and drops of water dripped from the top of his eyelashes. He said hoarsely, "Kerston has already left with Lillian. You don't need to worry."

His voice was so hoarse that he hadn't spoken in who knows how long.

"That's good," Justin said happily with a sigh of relief, but Ernest felt something was wrong.

"Then why are you here?" he asked.

Cedric looked at him.

Ernest was a little afraid to look at him.

These usually gentle eyes were now so indifferent that it was a little frightening.

"Ernest," Cedric said softly, "don't come near Kerston again."

"After all, your engagement with Marlene Nott cannot be changed."

Ernest was startled, a trace of dissatisfaction welling up in his heart. He said, "Senior Diggory, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I know you've been helping Kerston," Cedric said, "whether it's adding hype to the Irish team or promoting the new book, you've been helping him through the Daily Prophet, your father's office, right?"

Ernest's face grew heavy, he opened his mouth slightly, unable to utter a rebuttal, and looked at him warily.

"I've seen today's Daily Prophet. The article about Kerston is very well written. You have great literary talent," Cedric continued.

"But please stop now."

Kersten is not fit for further exposure.

Otherwise, more and more eyes will be on him until Lillian is exposed.

Cedric sighed inwardly and looked at the gloomy sky.

Lillian...

*

"...So she defeated a Slytherin named Parkinson, and even trained your team, helping Gryffindor win the house cup."

Sirius praised after learning about Nallylian from the Weasley twins.

"Cool, she's awesome."

"Of course," Fred said proudly.

"That's our assistant coach," George said.

Sirius laughed.

"Mr. Black."

After Dumbledore finished asking about the Ministry of Magic and made arrangements for the captured Death Eaters, he ignored the fleeing crowd outside at Sirius's suggestion.

But there was always one thing that worried him.

"I want to talk to you."

Sirius could only make a regretful expression to the Weasley twins, "I have to go and take care of the adults' business."

"My Lord," Fred repeated the word.

"Tsk," George added, adding to Fred's point.

Sirius laughed, stood up, smoothed his wizard robes, and walked over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore then asked, "Regarding Mr. Regulus, Mr. Sirius, I don't believe that you are incapable of catching him."

So he let him go out of selfish motives?

Sirius' expression also calmed down, "That's right, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Why?" asked Dumbledore.

Sirius said calmly, "This is the only way to let all these wizards know that Voldemort is still alive."

Dumbledore glanced at him.

This kind of Sirius is consistent with the person he knows inside.

That cruel and crazy Blake.

And Sirius, who had just been laughing with the Weasley twins, was more like...

"At the same time, Headmaster Dumbledore," Sirius spoke at this time, "I don't believe that the Rael that Leah brought out is a real Death Eater."

Dumbledore was startled. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure," Sirius shook his head, his eyes thoughtful, "I just feel he has other intentions."