Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 120 Just once without me?

After Draco went to the potions office, Indra sat alone in the corner of the lounge and drew a diagram of Chinese biting cabbage.

But she was obviously not paying attention and drew two more fangs in its mouth, so she picked up the magic eraser and erased them.

After the familiar figure appeared in the corner of his sight, Indra immediately put down his pen and raised his head. His eyes lit up, he stood up and walked quickly towards him.

"Draco."

She stepped forward and hugged Draco, and then looked at him carefully, "You came back so quickly?"

There was no sweat on his body, and his soft blond hair and white shirt were not messy. He even looked very calm. His pale skin and clear gray-blue eyes gave him a cold feeling.

"Well! Professor Snape said that I have made rapid progress." Draco slid his palms down Indra's hair and touched her cheek, then hugged her and buried his head into the crook of her neck, letting her The faint aroma of warm familiarity filled all his senses.

When he walked to the door of the lounge, he felt much better. He no longer felt weightless and dazed, but he always felt that his emotions had become very insensitive.

But now, all the feelings are back.

Indra took Draco's arm and sat down on the sofa, leaning against him, putting both hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss the corners of his mouth and lips.

Draco hugged her, stroking her hair and back as he responded gently.

After a while, the two separated breathlessly.

"Teach me too." Indra rested her chin on Draco's shoulder and looked up at him.

Draco was stunned and said subconsciously, "What should I teach you?"

"Brain blocking technique."

Draco's arm holding her tightened, his brows furrowed and he said almost immediately, "No."

"Why!" Indra wanted to sit up straight, but Draco wouldn't let go at all, so she could only continue to lie in his arms and said, "I want to learn. If you learn, I will learn too."

Due to Professor Snape's poor teaching experience, Draco didn't like the brain blockade technique, so naturally he didn't want Indra to learn it.

Even if he teaches her himself.

"Teach me, I need to learn, this is indeed a very useful spell, isn't it?"

What you do for me, I want to do for you. I am also willing to bear the pain you have experienced.

It's like they both like to read the books that each other has read, as if they are seeing the world through each other's eyes.

"You won't encounter it... so there is no need to learn it." Draco said seriously, "Besides, what I am learning now is the brain sealing technique. Snape did not teach me Legilimency, so it will be very dangerous."

Indra: "Then let Professor Snape teach you. Let's go to the library to look for relevant books tomorrow."

Seeing that she was determined to learn the brain sealing technique, Draco was helpless and a little anxious.

He pushed aside the hair on Indra's neck, opened her collar a little, moved his lips from her cheek to the base of her ears and then continued downward, opened his mouth and bit the white and warm skin at the base of her neck, leaving An inconspicuous tooth mark.

Indra let out a gasp and leaned her head against Draco's arms without moving.

"Let's go wash up..."

"Don't think about it."

Draco curled his lips in disappointment and grievance. If he had known that he would make himself more embarrassed before coming back, Indra would be gentle and accommodating and let him do whatever he wanted.

Why didn't you think of that?

But Draco suddenly remembered something, held up her red cheeks and asked her to look at him, and said strangely, "You haven't told me what your bathroom password is yet."

Indra hesitated and took his hand down, "I can't tell you."

Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously in an instant, lowered his head and approached her, and said unhappily, "Why, is there a naked male mermaid hanging in your bathroom?"

He really guessed it right, but this was not the reason why Indra didn't tell him the password.

Indra couldn't stand him being so close to her, and her gorgeous gray-blue eyes were still staring straight at her. She turned away her head and explained, "Senna can also use it, so you can't go in."

The school had just started, and I was so busy every day. Indra only went to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath on the first day, and took a full bath in one go. Recently, I didn't really want to go there again.

Draco was jealous and angry. Could he still be no match for MacMillan? !

"You're not allowed to take a bath with her."

Indra closed her eyes, you are so childish.

She held Draco's face and gave him a firm smack on the cheek, then said, "Go do your homework, it's not done yet."

Draco sighed, when will he graduate?

He wants to marry Indra immediately.

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Professor Trelawney had a divination class tomorrow, and Draco took out his dream diary and planned to make up for it.

He still hasn't written it for three days, or to be precise, he hasn't edited it yet.

"Have you finished writing your dream diary?" Draco asked while opening his notebook.

Indra continued to revise his chart of Chinese biting cabbage, "After I finished writing, the first thing I did when I woke up every morning was to write down the dream so as not to forget it."

Draco glanced at her solemnly, "You have so many dreams to write about? Show me."

"In the dormitory." Indra said, but used the summoning spell to get the notebook over.

Draco read it carefully and asked, "Not even once in your dreams did I appear?"

Recently, he either dreamed of Voldemort pointing at his nose and calling him a pure-blood traitor, or he dreamed of Indra's jet-black hair and snow-white skin.

Indra bit her mouth and raised her head, "I dreamed of you. Is it possible that I can write it down by name?"

"So you made it up too?" Draco said with a slight smile.

"That's not true, most of it is true."

"What did you dream about me?" Draco asked with bright eyes.

He didn't need to ask Indra which diaries were compiled, because he would know it at a glance.

In her dream diary on the night of September 2nd, she wrote that she dreamed of turning into a small fire dragon, sitting on a broomstick, meeting four adult fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest, and being awakened by them using fire.

So cute.

"I dreamed about you, it was just a dream." Indra said vaguely.

"Come here and let me tell you what I dreamed about you." Draco raised his eyebrows, held Indra's hand on the table and whispered.

Indra gave him a warning look, "I don't want to hear it."

But he pulled her over, held her in his arms, and spoke with his warm lips against the shell of her ear.

Indra's cheeks and ears gradually turned red, and she knew that this person had no good intentions!

The next morning they went to a divination class on the top of the north tower.

Indra, Draco and Senna sat down on the small round table at the back of the classroom, and then took out their dream diaries.