After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Tom's short black hair rubbed against Lamia's neck. "Do you want to try it?" He suppressed his desire and his voice was hoarse, with an ambiguous hint.

After Lamia vented, she regained some consciousness and said, "No." The two of them touched noses together, and the crisp and pleasant sound reached Tom's ears, and his expression instantly fell.

"You feel better now, but I am still feeling uncomfortable."

He said aggrievedly.

"So what do you want?" Lamia was dizzy, and Tom easily took the initiative.

"...I'll hold you while you sleep. Is that okay?" Tom paused, then gently placed his palm on Lamia's head, slowly pressing down until she pressed against his broad, hot chest. "Lamia, promise me."

Inexplicably, Lamia felt the urge to depend on someone for the first time as she listened to the deafening heartbeat. This was too bizarre; this was definitely not her personality.

Lamia was very scared. She was afraid that because of what Tom did to her, she would gradually lose herself and forget her original self. Originally, Lamia only regarded this dream as an experience, but now, she found that everything in the dream was silently changing her.

"Don't worry, Lamia, I think this is a good thing." Tom kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "I'm very happy." Tom's voice was very gentle. This was the first time that Lamia clearly expressed in her heart that she had other feelings for him.

"Tom, you don't understand. My feelings for you are complicated. They can't simply be considered attachment."

Lamia then remembered that Tom could hear what she was thinking, and she felt more and more that the dream world was absurd.

"I don't understand, Lamia, but I can sense that you're happy."

"Tom, I'm not happy at all with what you did to me. This is not a sign of love."

Lamia said.

"No one taught me love, Lamia. I didn't even believe in love. It was you who made me feel the desire to be together forever for the first time. This is love."

Tom was very determined, but if you looked closely, you would see that there was obvious panic and confusion in his eyes.

"This is not love, it's possession and selfishness." Lamia ruthlessly shattered Tom's only fantasy.

"Then you teach me, please teach me what love is." said Tom.

Lamia did not answer this time. She knew very well that she could not teach someone who had never felt love what love was. It was like telling a fish that had stayed in a lake all its life what the ocean was.

The two never spoke again. Tom understood what Lamia was thinking, but he proved his determination with practical actions: he hugged her tighter, and the girl's soft body seemed to be rubbed into his body.

Lamia lost consciousness in Tom's warm embrace, and woke up again to find herself back in reality.

"Lamia, are you awake?"

Draco said hoarsely.

"Didn't you sleep all night, Draco?" Lamia yawned and noticed that Draco's eyes were red and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"I can't bear to sleep. You've never been this close to me." Draco stuffed the furry platinum head into Lamia's neck. "Can you come more often in the future?"

"I'll come to see you often."

Lamia suddenly felt a little guilty, like a scum who played with people's feelings.

"Um, Draco, don't we have classes today?"

Lamia felt a little urgent to pee, but Draco didn't move to get up. He just blinked his gray eyes and stared at her.

"Yes, in the morning there's Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and in the afternoon there's Professor Flitwick's Charms class."

Draco seemed to have completely missed Lamia's hint, and looked at her again after he finished speaking.

"Perhaps, we can get ready to get up now. After all, you don't want to be late, right?"

Lamia said.

"Yes, we can't be late for class like Pot, it's simply disrespectful to the professor. If my dad saw it..."

"Draco, so, could you please close your eyes for a moment?"

Lamia interrupted his impending tirade.

"Okay, okay." Draco's face turned red and he quickly closed his eyes.

Lamia finally crawled out from under the quilt. She had always had a bad sleeping posture. In order to maintain her aristocratic image, she had never slept well, so now she was completely disheveled, with the collar of her white shirt wide open, and even her fair skin could be seen underneath.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Lamia said.

Draco then opened his eyes, and what came into view was the neatly dressed Lamia, her silver hair tied back with a red headband. She always had a special preference for red, Draco thought silently in his heart.

"Draco, what are you thinking about?"

Receiving no response, Lamia approached the bed, bent down, and patted Draco on the head.

"Ah, what did you say?" Draco finally broke free from his fantasy, with a suspicious blush on his cheeks.

"Your face is red, what's wrong?"

"No, it's okay." Draco was shirtless and he pulled back the quilt, feeling a warmth coming towards him.

Draco hid in the bathroom as if escaping, scooped a handful of cold water and poured it on his face. Only then did he realize what he had just thought. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lamia, and it would be best if they had a few more daughters.

Draco smiled foolishly at the mirror. He liked having a daughter as beautiful as Lamia.

"Draco, are you okay? We're going to be late."

Lamia's voice came from outside the door, and Draco woke up as if from a dream, "Okay, okay."

After packing up, the two of them came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor of Hogwarts. As expected, Lamia smelled an extremely strong smell of garlic as soon as they entered. However, unlike the vampires in this world, they did not hate this smell.

"Professor Quirrell should be planted in the ground. He smells like a garlic that has become a spirit." Draco frowned and covered his nose tightly.

Lamia glanced at the mumbling Draco; it seemed he hated the smell of garlic.

There weren't many people in the classroom yet, most of them were sitting scattered around, and almost everyone had an expression of disgust on their face. Lamia guessed that they all hated the smell of garlic.

After they found a seat and sat down, Harry and Ron hurried to the classroom. Harry saw Lamia sitting in the first row on the right almost immediately. Her long silver hair was neatly tied up, and the loose hair was casually tucked behind her ears. She was talking and smiling to Draco beside her.

Harry, who was originally excited to sit behind her, lowered his head in disappointment and was pulled by Ron to sit in the back seat next to Hermione on the left.

"Merlin's hexagonal screws, brother, why do you look like you've lost your mind?" Ron shook Harry's shoulders vigorously, but he just turned his head to look at Lamia and the other one who were talking and laughing.

A moment later, Professor Quirrell entered the classroom with an even stronger smell of garlic.

"Ms. Lamia, where are your textbooks?"

Quirrell hated Lamia.

"Professor, I'm sorry, I left my textbook in the dormitory and forgot to bring it with me." Lamia stood up and said calmly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"You, you are being disrespectful to the class! S, 1 point deduction from Slytherin." Quirrell didn't let Lamia sit down. He walked to the front of the desk and flipped through a book, as if he wanted to ignore her and start the class.

Draco beside him felt very guilty. He knew very well that Lamia was in her dormitory at night and came directly to class in the morning. She had no time to get her textbooks. It was he who was holding her back.

"Lamia, I'm sorry." Draco held her hanging hand. "Don't worry, I'll tell my dad that Quirrell deliberately targeted you. This is not what a professor should do."

Draco was very angry.

"It's okay, Draco." Lamia didn't care about Quirrell's deliberate targeting at all. She had already made up her mind. Now she was no longer the Lamia in the dream who was at the mercy of others.

On the other side, Ron held Harry tightly as he tried to stand up and speak to Lamia, "Calm down, calm down!"

Harry didn't stand up in the end because Lamia sat down directly.

"La, Lamia, I didn't ask you to sit down."