Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Although it is a basement, it doesn't feel dark and humid, but it is baked warm.

"Resume quickly." Malfoy's low voice sounded slowly in Hermione's ears.

Hermione felt her body regain control, and her consciousness returned to her brain again.

She slowly opened her eyes, the black curtain came into her eyes, and the smoky lace was tied up. There were a few silver tassels hung, and the light ribbon bound the tent yarn, like spring vibration. Winged butterfly.

The big bed is very soft and comfortable, the pillow height is also appropriate, embroidered with pink lace, the whole room is filled with a kind of ambiguous atmosphere, there is still a little elegant but mellow perfume smell in the air, it should be sprayed of

But she was too late to taste this intoxicating taste.

The heart-wrenching pain seemed to cover every inch of her body's joints again, and she couldn't help curling up her body.

It was like a hunched, poor shrimp, the residual pain was still living in every corner of her body, like the whole body's bones were crushed inch by inch, and then slowly grew up.

Not only it hurts, but it's also itchy.

"Cooperate." Malfoy said softly in Hermione's ear.

"Cooperate?" The word reached Hermione's ears, completely turning into another hint.

She was trembling with anger, and the pain caused by humiliation and hatred suddenly suppressed the pain of reality.

She wanted to break free from the current situation, she wanted to struggle to get up, but her hands were firmly clamped by the powerful palms.

If she could be calm, she would find that Malfoy's eyes didn't have a trace of lust, and she was quite calm.

Hermione struggled desperately, and she could almost guess what would happen in the future now.

The seventeen-year-old girl has a body between young and mature, not to mention the unevenness, but also has a different kind of charm.

Malfoy's figure suddenly solidified for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then the strong palms clung to the girl's shoulders.

With a stabbing sound, the golden-red lady wizard's clothing was torn apart. The large robe usually concealed her already developed figure.

Looking around, the girl's delicate collarbone can be seen clearly, and the thin shoulders are flanked by light-colored slender shoulder straps.

Further down, there is some white and tender softness that makes the population dry, slightly swelling and bulging blocked by the white coat under half cover.

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

She was ashamed of her vacillation and shame.

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

"I don't like him now!"

"I didn't feel anymore for him.

"He is Voldemort's servant," he escaped."

"He is a coward."

"Perhaps Voldemort arranged for him to return to Hogwarts, just to inquire about information. He and Snape are in the same group. Maybe Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were poisoned by Snape who cooperated with him."

"And dementors..."

Hermione tried desperately to convince herself, struggling hard.

At the same time, I was ashamed of my short-term blur.

The bare skin made her lose her mind, and she became frightened again, the blood that was flowing solidified immediately, and then began to flow backward.

She raised her head, struggling to meet the past, barely exposed more snow-white skin, dyed a crimson under the ambiguous candlelight.

Malfoy's expression was a bit sullen now.

He didn't expect this violent reaction.

He originally thought that with Hermione's IQ, he could understand his "cooperation".

But now it seems to be wrong.

More radical reaction.

Hermione straightened up abruptly, trying to break free.

She wanted to knock Malfoy down with a hammer on her forehead, because this 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 enough time.

The lips of the two were entangled in a strange angle so abruptly.

Kissing was supposed to be something the couple did before, obsessed with eyes

The four lips are tangled together, the girl's lips are very cold, and there is a hint of sweetness.

Then there was a sting, and he bit his lip, as if there was a deep hatred.

The girl reacted quickly., More fierce resistance.

"Fainted."

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

"I really like biting people." While Hermione fell asleep, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.

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

The maturity and youthful temperament unique to this age coexist, at the most dim and faint time.

Coupled with her strong and independent temperament, she has some strange charm.

"If you didn't like to poke Louzi so much, that would be better." Malfoy sighed.

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

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

Malfoy held his forehead painfully, obviously this was a big trouble.

Still have to think about what to say about Voldemort.

He stayed away.

He is also at a young age, and it is impossible to remain indifferent to this.

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

Malfoy eased his emotions.

Reading casually, calming down.

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

Just now, the faint feeling of being peeped completely faded.

It's not really a peeping, but at least Voldemort needs to feel that there is a fierce resistance here.

Even making countless can prove their loyalty.

Voldemort didn't necessarily trust him completely.

The suspicious nature has been deep into his bones.

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

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

The hot tea gradually became cold.

"I'll just take it as a bite by a dog," Hermione said angrily.

"You better feel vaguely first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no, girl, it's too disappointing for me, I can't be that way." Malfoy said lightly, raising his teacup , Took a sip.

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

"In other words, your Occlumency is well practiced, but your acting skills can't keep up. I just look at your facial expressions to know your mind."

"If you want to leave here, unless you are lying down, it's not bad to keep it for a while, at least not for the time being."

Malfoy put the tea cup gently back on the exquisite mahogany coffee table, but the hot tea still inevitably splashed out.

Where's her wand?Needless to say, it must have been taken away.

"This suit is not suitable for you."

Hermione immediately guarded her chest with her hands vigilantly.

"Too suitable for running away, dressed very smartly." He shook his head scrutinizingly.

"Don't worry, I won't help you, it's nothing to watch." He said coldly.

Malfoy snapped his fingers.

A short figure suddenly appeared in front of Hermione's eyes-her eyes sparkled with nothingness.

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

He knew how to deal with this situation as a servant, and took advantage of Hermione’s weakness. She would not run, and she would not accept the sacrifice of house elves for her.

Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, but was interrupted again when she wanted to say something.

"If you don't want to kill her, you just don't try to escape." Looking at this Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger gently.

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

The fading blood on Hermione's face was again filled with a seductive flush of anger.

"Shameless." Hermione closed her eyelids feebly, her lips moved weakly.

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

"I'm also disappointed." Hermione seemed to be a little dazed, murmured in a low voice, her face pale.

"Disappointed? Does that mean you still had hope for me?" He said jokingly, but found himself asking a question that shouldn't be asked.

"Yes, I liked you until not too long ago." Hermione didn't avoid the question this time, but gave a bursting answer.

The brown eyes did not evade, and Malfoy looked at each other, as if he had been hit by a boring hammer in the chest.

An indescribable sense of absurdity kept pouring out of Malfoy's heart.

"This joke is not very funny, Miss Granger, don't make any jokes if you don't have a sense of humor."

His light gray pupils shrank suddenly at this moment, and then said coldly.

"Your words prove a proverb-language is the most brilliant magic."

"Compared to this, you should think about how to escape from my hands in other ways instead of using sympathy."

Malfoy looked at her a few times.

Hermione's body was very stiff, she lost her strength, her brown eyes with some amber sheen, staring angrily at the man in front of her.Malfoy stretched his hand over, fiddled with Hermione's brown curly hair, twisted it around his fingers, and then loosened it suddenly.

It looks a lot like flirting.

Between the tips of the hair, there was a faint fragrance of shampoo.

Only now, the girl feels sick and angry from the bottom of her heart.

"Undress and change her into suitable clothes, at least not suitable for running." He deliberately put on a wicked smile.

The adjustment under high pressure may be the only contribution of this daredevil girl before he wants to indulge.

Always teach her a lesson, and always do things that drag her back.

"Okay, master." Shining said numbly.

Finally, he instructed the elf named Shining and left quickly.

There was a feeling of running away, but Hermione was distracted and didn't notice.

With a click, the door was closed.

He leaned on the door beam and touched his forehead, wondering if he had hallucinations.

It is not so much a confession, as it is a declaration of a complete break, after all, the prefix of the description also has the word "once".