Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 113 What qualifications do you have to love her?

Draco woke up and found himself half-kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, covering his distressed head with his hands. His shirt was soaked and stuck to his back, feeling cold.

"She has a really big influence on you, doesn't she?"

Snape seemed to take a few steps back, his dark and cold eyes looking down at the boy on the ground, with an unfathomable emotion on his face.

"Stand up and continue."

Draco gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, staring at Snape angrily and fiercely. His eyes were usually filled with admiration and trust.

"I didn't allow you to see my memories! What were you doing just now? What kind of spell was this? You were distorting my memories!"

Snape suddenly pushed Draco hard into a chair next to him and said gloomily in a voice that sounded like snakebites, "Do you know how much risk I took to help you cover up this matter? For the sake of your father and me In terms of friendship..."

He held the wand, as if he was going to hit Draco with Legilimency at any moment, and continued sadly,

"As long as the Dark Lord takes a look inside your little head, he will know everything..."

Draco woke up instantly, dripping with cold sweat, and asked again with a pale face, "What is this spell..."

"Legilimency can extract feelings and memories from another person's brain. But people's emotions can be blocked and memories can be forged. This is what I want to teach you now!"

Snape said softly and coldly, with a stern look on his face, "Brain blockade."

"You must learn it well so that you can hide your fatal feelings when the Dark Lord suddenly takes an interest in your young brain!"

“Now, get rid of distracting thoughts, throw away all emotions, and take care of your brain!

Legilimency. "

Snape did not give Draco time to prepare, because the Dark Lord would not be so kind as to ask you if you are ready.

The cold office disappeared again, and the image of him wiping Indra's tears in the underground corridor appeared in Draco's mind.

They made up again.

Draco struggled fiercely this time, trying to drive this peep out of his mind.

What did Snape just say?

Throw away emotions...take care of your brain...no...this is too sudden, his mind is very messed up, it is difficult to do...

But he didn't want Snape to see these secret memories at all!

Don't think about it...forget it...

Draco lowered his head and buried it in his hands with a splitting headache. He felt like he was back in the real underground office again.

"Although you really want to block my prying eyes, you are too emotional! This is not a good way to resist Legilimency. What you need to do is control! Forget!"

“Come again—Legilimency!”

The icy outskirts of Hogsmeade appeared, and they rolled in the snow...

In the school doctor's office, Indra hugged him worriedly because he was injured...

No...you are not allowed to see these...

"Cunning, fickle, mercenary Malfoy, act like you should."

Professor Snape's sarcastic coldness continued to cross Draco's mind.

"I'm sure the Dark Lord won't be happy to see this."

……

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"What right do you have to love her? The son of a Death Eater..."

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There was inexplicable anger and resentment in these words, and Snape heard the voice coming from deep within himself.

What he really wanted to say was what he had questioned himself over and over again thousands of days and nights.

What qualifications do you have to love her? A Death Eater.

But Draco had no intention of distinguishing. He turned pale and rolled down from the chair in pain.

Then he gasped for air.

What qualifications do I have to love her?

……

But she will love me, even if I am the son of a Death Eater.

Draco thought subconsciously in his distressed head, as if grasping for a life-saving straw.

Snape looked down at the boy lying on the ground, a hint of guilty and complicated emotions flashed in his eyes before quickly returning to normal.

This was what they deserved for insisting on being together, he was just a reminder.

"Go back and continue practicing every Monday. Remember to eliminate all your emotions before going to bed every night and keep your brain empty and calm."

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Draco didn't know how he walked back to the Slytherin common room.

He was probably lost and embarrassed. The blond hair on his forehead and the shirt on his back were stuck to his skin with cold sweat. His pale skin was silent and desolate.

People passing by him looked at him with surprise and confusion.

"Prefect, are you... okay?" Several lower-grade Slytherin students summoned the courage to ask worriedly.

But Draco walked past them without hearing or seeing anything.

Indra, where are you?

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When Indra turned into the corner of the lounge, she saw such a picture that made her heart tremble.

Draco sat in silence on the armchair with his head hanging down. The sweaty blond hair on his forehead had dried and stuck to his skin, and the white shirt that was always neat and elegant was also wrinkled.

"Draco!"

Indra murmured, hurriedly ran over and knelt on the armrest of the soft chair under him, leaned forward to hold his shoulders, and lowered her head to look at his face.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Draco raised his head suddenly after hearing her voice, revealing a pale and absent-minded face, gray-blue eyes flashing, and even the hoarse voice seemed to contain a hint of pain.

"Indra..."

As she came closer, Draco smelled her post-bath fragrance, a type of bath fluid he had never smelled before.

But the aura emanating from her still calmed his trembling soul a little.

Indra held Draco's face gently, touching his pale cheek skin with warm fingers, her eyes full of care and nervousness, and her voice was soft and soft, "Well, I'm here, what happened? "

She lowered her head to kiss the red corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his lips, soothing him eagerly and tenderly.

But Draco tilted his head back, feeling a bitter taste all over his body, the bitter taste of panic and worry.

He slightly held Indra's waist to prevent her from falling, and said softly, "My body is covered in sweat and it will stain you."

"It's okay, you can dirty me."

Indra wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and whispered softly against his ear.

"The prefect's bathroom is very luxurious. You will like it. Do you want to try it?"

She extended an invitation to him.

At this time, Draco did long for a deeper and more intimate contact with Indra, to fill the distance forced by Legilimency.

The warm, fragrant breath of her neck attracted his dream soul.

He longed for her, just like a person in the cold winter longs for the most indifferent ray of morning sunshine.

But I feel like I shouldn’t do this.

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