Although it is a basement, there is no trace of dark and damp feeling, but it is baked warm.

"Recover quickly. Malfoy's deep voice rang slowly in Hermione's ears.

Hermione felt her body regain control of herself, consciousness returning to her brain.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the black curtain came into her eyes, and the smoky lace was bundled, and a few silver tassels hung with light ribbons, like butterflies fluttering their wings in spring.

The large bed is very soft and comfortable, the height of the pillows is also appropriate, embroidered with pink lace, the whole room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and there is a little elegant but mellow perfume smell in the air, which should have been sprayed

But she didn't have time to taste the intoxicating taste.

The pain seemed to crawl into every inch of her body, and she couldn't help but curl up her body.

It's like a hunched back, poor shrimp, the residual pain is still alive in every corner of her body, like the bones of her body have been crushed inch by inch, and then slowly grow again.

Not only does it hurt, but it also itches.

"Cooperate with that. Malfoy whispered softly in Hermione's ear.

The word "cooperate?" reached Hermione's ears and became a completely different kind of implication.

She trembled with anger, and the pain of humiliation and hatred actually suppressed the pain of reality for a while.

She tried to break free from the situation she was in, she tried to struggle to her feet, but her hands were firmly clamped by powerful palms.

If she could be calm, she would find that there was no trace of lust in Malfoy's eyes, and he was quite calm.

Hermione struggled desperately, she could almost guess what was going to happen in the future.

A seventeen-year-old girl, her body is between youth and maturity, not to mention uneven, but she also has a different kind of charm.

Malfoy's form froze for a moment, his eyes changed suddenly, and then his powerful palm climbed the girl's shoulder.

With a stabbing sound, the golden-red lady's wizard dress was torn apart, and the original wide robe usually concealed her already developed figure.

The gaze wanders, the girl's delicate collarbone is unobstructed, and the slender shoulders are flanked by pale slender shoulder straps.

Further down, there is some white and tender softness that makes the mouth dry, and the slight bulge and bulge are blocked by the white smock under the half-concealment.

Hermione subconsciously bit her lip, and the feminine instinct made her subconsciously shy and wanted to hide it, but the faint shame disappeared immediately, and the rosy that had just climbed up her cheeks became pale again.

She was ashamed of her vacillation and shyness.

Hermione didn't want to accept it, just now, in that moment, she was actually lost.

"I don't like him now!"

"I don't have feelings for him anymore.

"He's one of Voldemort's men," he fled. ”

"He's a coward. ”

"Maybe his return to Hogwarts was also arranged by Voldemort, just to find out information, he and Snape were in a group, maybe Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall poisoned Snape with him. ”

"And the Dementors......"

Hermione tried desperately to convince herself, struggling as she struggled.

At the same time, I was ashamed of my momentary confusion.

The bare skin made her lose her mind, and she became terrified again, and the blood that flowed suddenly coagulated, and then began to flow backwards.

She threw her head back and struggled to meet it, revealing even greater swaths of snow-white skin, dyed crimson in the ambiguous candlelight.

Malfoy's expression was a little hideous.

He didn't expect this violent reaction.

He had thought that with Hermione's IQ, he would be able to understand his "cooperation".

But now it looks like a mistake.

More radical reactions.

Hermione jerked up, trying to break free.

She wanted to knock Malfoy out with a mallet in the forehead, as it was the only part of her body that she could control.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy also reacted and took a step back, but he didn't have time to do it completely.

The lips of the two were wrapped together at a strange angle so abruptly.

Kissing was supposed to be something that couples had done before, obsessively obsessed with their eyes

The four lip flaps were entangled, and the girl's lips were cold with a hint of sweetness.

Then there was a tingling pain that bit his lip, as if there was some deep hatred.

The girl reacted quickly. , a more fierce counter-resistance.

"Fainted. ”

"The second time. Malfoy touched the corner of his mouth.

"I really like to bite. While Hermione was in a slumber, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.

After such a big disaster, you always have to charge some interest, I have to say, it is very exquisite.

The maturity and youthful temperament unique to this age coexist, and it is the most hazy and faint time.

Coupled with her strong and independent temperament, it is even more bizarre charm.

"If you don't like to stab Lou Zi so much, it will be even better. Malfoy sighed.

What to do with this girl is also a big problem.

Maybe wait until the end of the big war and the dust settles?

Malfoy rubbed his forehead in pain, apparently it was a big problem.

You also have to consider the rhetoric against Voldemort.

He didn't look away.

He is also the age of his blood, and it is impossible for him to be indifferent to this.

He kept pouring tea into his mouth, and the expensive tea was drunk by the cow.

Malfoy soothed his emotions.

Flipping through it casually, calming down.

Malfoy wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his teeth and the tip of his tongue touched, his lips and tongue were injured, and his teeth seemed to be knocked out, and there was a cold pain.

It was only just now that the faint feeling of being watched completely subsided.

It's not really a peep, but at least Voldemort needs to sense that there's a fierce revolt here.

Even if you have made countless achievements to be able to prove your loyalty.

Voldemort didn't necessarily have complete trust in him.

His suspicious nature has penetrated deep into his bones.

It was about half an hour before he saw Hermione's fingers twitch.

"Are you awake?" Malfoy asked casually, sitting in front of a pale red solid wood coffee table, flipping through the books, the fine green tea leaves in the cup, floating quietly in sleep, bubbling with a faint white mist.

The hot tea gradually cooled.

"I just thought I was bitten by a dog. Hermione said angrily.

"You'd better feel vague first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no, girl, it's too much of a disappointment for me, I'm not that good. Malfoy said lightly, raising his teacup and taking a sip.

"My Deception is not bad, I know what you are thinking. ”

"Or, your brain occlusion is good, but your acting skills can't keep up, I know your mind just by looking at your expressions. ”

"If you want to get out of here, unless you're lying down, it's good to keep it up, at least not for the time being. ”

Malfoy gently lowered the teacup back onto the delicate mahogany coffee table, but the hot tea still inevitably splashed out.

Needless to say, her wand must have been taken away.

"This outfit doesn't quite suit you. ”

Hermione immediately guarded her chest with her hands.

"It's so good for running away, and it's smartly dressed. He shook his head scrutinically.

"Don't worry, I won't help you, there's nothing to look at. He said coldly.

Malfoy snapped his fingers.

Hermione's eyes suddenly saw a short figure - her eyes flashed a little blankly.

"Look at her, if she runs away, you kill yourself. Malfoy only gave her this order.

He knew how to deal with the situation as a minion, and he took advantage of Hermione's weakness, she wouldn't run, she wouldn't accept house-elves dying for her

Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, interrupted to say something.

"If you don't want to kill her, you don't try to escape. Looking into Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger slightly.

"The cruel decision was made by you, not me. He whispered.

The vanishing blood on Hermione's face was once again flushed with anger.

"Shameless. Hermione closed her eyelids weakly, her lips twitched, and she said weakly.

"You have betrayed Professor McGonagall's trust in you!"

"I'm disappointed too. Hermione seemed a little stunned and muttered in a low voice, her face pale

"Disappointment? Does that mean you still had hope for me?" said teasingly, only to find that he seemed to have asked a question that he shouldn't have asked.

"Yes, I liked you until not so long ago. Hermione didn't shy away from the question this time, and directly gave an explosive answer.

Undeniably brown, Malfoy stared at him as if he had been struck in the chest with a hammer.

An indescribable sense of absurdity welled up in Malfoy's heart.

"It's not funny, Miss Granger, and if you don't have a sense of humor, don't make a joke. ”

His pale gray pupils shrank suddenly, and then said coldly.

"Your words prove the proverb that language is the most brilliant magic. ”

"Rather than that, you should think about how to escape from me by other means, rather than using sympathy. ”

Malfoy looked at her.

Hermione's body was stiff and weak, and her brown, amber eyes stared at the man in front of her with resentment. Malfoy's hand reached out, ruffling Hermione's brown curls, curling them around his fingers, then suddenly letting go.

It looks a lot like flirting.

Between the ends of the hair, there is a faint scent of shampoo.

It's just that now, the girl feels disgusted and angry from the bottom of her heart.

"Take off your clothes and change her into the right clothes, at least not for running. He deliberately put on a wicked smile.

The adjustment under high pressure may be the only contribution of this reckless girl who wants to indulge before the desperate situation

Always teach her a lesson, always do something to hold her back.

"Okay, young master. Twinkle said numbly.

Eventually, he gave his advice to the elf named Twilight, and quickly left.

There was a feeling of being deserted, but Hermione's attention was distracted and she didn't notice.

With a click, the door slammed shut.

He leaned his back against the doorbeam, touching his forehead, wondering 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 is the word "was".