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Chapter 124 Chapter 124
"It's really too bad, Sofina, you have to think of a way!" The new captain of the Quidditch Slytherin team, Kirstol, rushed into the waiting room and found me.His expression was very helpless and painful, "Tomorrow is the game, and we only have Draco as a Seeker! But he is injured!"
The story of the duel between Draco and Potter has spread throughout the school, and now the two houses at the bottom of the house cup are us and Gryffindor.Everyone hoped that in tomorrow's Quidditch match, Slytherin would regain the fifty points he had deducted.
As a prefect, this should also be something I have to worry about, Kirstol said nervously for a long time while pulling me.
But I closed my potion homework very calmly: "Don't worry, didn't the Gryffindor team also lose Potter?"
Potter was also lying in the infirmary with Draco, and has not been discharged so far.I didn't go to see them during the period, because I knew the atmosphere there was not suitable for me.
"The Gryffindor team has already selected a new substitute Seeker!" Kirstol was still relentless, he sat across from me and put my role aside, half of his body They all lay on the table and looked at me: "Ginny Weasley! We haven't fought her, but I heard that she is very good!" Kristall's voice was so loud that many people in the lounge could hear He is talking.Hearing Ginny's name, Sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper, Reis couldn't help but tilt his head.
"Then let's choose another one." I pursed my lips.I don't know much about Quidditch. No girl in Slytherin would take part in this kind of project, let alone understand it.So Draco has been dealing with the matter of deducting points for Quidditch, but now he has fallen.
"Choose one! Which one should I choose!?" Kstall was a little overwhelmed. He knew that talking to me about Quidditch was like playing the piano against a cow.He couldn't stand how easy it was for me to say something so complicated and difficult about picking a Seeker.
"Just leave it to me." My eyes began to scan the entire lounge, and I wanted to pick someone at random to fill the Seeker's position.
"Mokdo?"
"He's a hitter, he can't go to the bench."
"That Vitellas?"
"He's the keeper."
Kristol sighed, and patiently introduced himself to me again: "Everyone in the Quidditch team now has their own position and cannot be changed at will. And none of the substitute team is suitable to go Seeker, you understand?"
"Then what should I do?" I was also a little impatient and frowned.
Kristol looked around, then lowered his voice and said to me: "Draco can already be discharged from the hospital, but he doesn't want to...I think..."
Kristol wants me to tell Draco that maybe Draco's injury has healed, or maybe he needs to rest.But the worst thing Kristol can do is to let Draco play with an injury.
After all, he deducted the [-] points, and it's only natural for him to earn it back. As a Slytherin, he doesn't think so much. He only has the glory of his own team in his heart.
"Recently, you have an unusual relationship with Draco, so you might be able to talk about it, Sofina." Kristol clasped his hands together and begged, "You don't want our school to be the bottom of the cup this semester either!"
Indeed, if the Quidditch loss continues this time, Slytherin will really be at the bottom this semester, and will inevitably be ridiculed and ridiculed by other houses.The most frightening thing was that Snape would attribute all these mistakes to the prefects. He believed that since the prefects were the staff who managed everything, they should take responsibility for it.
Every time someone got deducted points, Snape would scold the prefects.
After a series of thoughts, I agreed to Kirstol's request and agreed to help him persuade Draco to participate in the Quidditch match.
When I came to the medical wing, I found that it was surprisingly quiet inside. I didn't imagine that Potter and Draco were lying on their own beds and attacking each other verbally.
A breeze blew in from the window, making the curtain beside the hospital bed sway slightly.I only saw Draco lying quietly on the bed alone, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.
Except for Draco, there was no one else here, and Potter seemed to have left, maybe he was also worried about tomorrow's Quidditch match, so he left early.
I walked lightly and walked slowly to Draco's bedside.He closed his eyes quietly, and his blond hair was a little messy on his forehead. If there were no bruises on his face, I think he must look like a Sleeping Beauty now.
Draco was in a light sleep, and he felt someone slowly approaching him again.The eyeballs under the eyelids moved, and then slowly opened: "Sofina?"
Draco was so surprised that I would suddenly appear here, he immediately got up and sat up.
"How is it? Has the injury healed?" I looked at his wounded appearance, and sat on the edge of the bed to care.
"Well, it's almost recovered." Draco seemed to be a little happy about my arrival. He might not have noticed that the corners of his mouth would rise unconsciously when he spoke, "I thought you didn't care...not You care about the fact that I deducted [-] points from Slytherin." Draco also realized that he was a little too happy, straightened his back and looked at me with a very disdainful expression, and said firmly.
A one-hundred-point deduction was no small matter, and if Draco hadn't performed well before, Snape would have had to resign his prefect position and throw him into the Forbidden Forest to feed those magical animals.
"I really don't know what you think." I said angrily, "Why did you provoke Potter again and again at this critical moment, and this time it was so serious!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Draco answered coldly: "What? Are you worried about Potter? He was hurt less than me, and he went back an hour before you came."
Hearing that I mentioned Potter again, Draco's joy just disappeared for a moment, "Others can have fun with their friends, and they don't care if you come to visit or not!"
He probably thought my main purpose this time was to visit Potter.
I sighed silently in my heart, and explained with some powerlessness: "I came to see you today, Draco." I stretched out my hand to hold him, Draco glanced at me, and did not shake me off, "You now The injury is almost healed, there should be no major problems on the hands and legs." I looked at Draco's body, he was lying on the bed wearing only a white underwear.
"...What's wrong?" Draco raised his eyebrows, as if he knew what I was coming for.Kirstol probably came once this morning and asked Draco to play Quidditch, but Draco turned him down, so it was my turn again in the afternoon.
"You want me to go to the competition tomorrow? My leg is bad, and I won't show up with it." Draco moved his foot, proving that he was really hurt.
On weekdays, Draco was used to being a young master. He would just sit and drink coffee and read a book every day. Apart from Quidditch, there would be no other sports at all.And Potter is different. In the past few years, in order to investigate his own life experience, and then resist Voldemort, he has been running around and exercising in private. Naturally, his body is much stronger than Draco's.
In terms of magic duels, Draco and Potter may not be able to decide the winner, but when it comes to fists... Potter hates Draco to the bone now, I think every punch is aimed at death, On the contrary, Draco is the same, but he will not be Potter's opponent at all because of his thin body.
Porter was naturally slightly injured and was discharged from the hospital early.
But..." While I was still thinking about how to convince him, Draco spoke again.
"But what?" I asked.
Draco had a smirk on his face: "You kiss me once, admit that you are my girlfriend, and I'll go."
Draco's request was not too much, but it made me want to escape.
Although I am still in a student age where I dare to love and hate, and I don't have to worry about too many external things, but I still have a hurdle in my heart.
And I've never offered to kiss Draco.
"This is the point you deducted yourself, shouldn't you earn it back to make up for it?" I withdrew my hand from holding him just now, and stared at him, "You still made a request to me?"
"It's fine if you don't agree." Draco shrugged, with an indifferent look on his face, "Madam Pomfrey also said that my legs are not suitable for playing now, and if something goes wrong, no one can take responsibility . After that one percent I can earn it back in class.”
Draco looked at me defiantly.
Before I left, Kirstol told me to make Draco nod. After all, Slytherin has been lagging behind since last semester. Of course, I agreed to him with confidence, because I also felt that if If I come to persuade Draco, he will most likely agree.
"It's okay, I can give you time to think about it." Draco smiled triumphantly, as if he had made up his mind that I would agree to his request.
Now Draco has changed many of his previous practices to pursue me in different ways, and it has indeed softened my heart, and I don't want to reject him anymore, at least not now.
I looked at Draco, but Draco turned his head and pretended to look at the scenery. I thought to myself for a while, and when he wasn't paying attention, I got up and gave him a quick peck on the face. The speed was so fast that Draco Ko looked back at me inexperiencedly.
"Come on!" I said to him angrily.
Draco, however, began to play a rogue: "I said the mouth, Sofina." He pointed to his own mouth.
"Malfoy!" I yelled.
"Looks like tomorrow I'll just have to lie in bed and cheer for our Slytherin team."
Regarding his request and the unreasonable appearance now, this is completely different from the usual proud and domineering Draco.I was angry and funny in my heart.
But for tomorrow's Quidditch, for Slytherin, I took a deep breath.
Making up his mind, he leaned over and kissed Draco on the mouth.
I felt like Draco chuckled, put one hand on the back of my head, turned passive to active, closed his eyes and began to enjoy the process.
The kiss had just begun when I heard a woman's surprised voice from behind, and then she laughed again: "Mr. Malfoy, it's time to change the dressing."
Madam Pomfrey interrupted us with a medicine tray, and I immediately let go of Draco, like a thief who has been caught, and turned to look at her in surprise and shame.
Madam Pomfrey's smile was very gentle, and she gave me an expression of "I understand, I understand."
When the teacher found out that I kissed Draco (for review), the shame I felt almost overflowed from my mind, and I blushed all of a sudden: "Say, say it! Malfoy!"
I reminded Draco to abide by the agreement, and then ran out of the medical wing without looking back.
In the middle, Madam Pomfrey kept smiling at me understandingly.
Once back in Slytherin, Kristol leaned over to ask me how things were going.
"Draco has already agreed." My shame has not passed, and my face is still slightly red, "But his leg is still injured, I don't understand how you play, anyway, when the time comes to the court, how many of you are there?" Pay attention." I told Kristol
He patted his chest and assured me: "The injury on the leg will not affect it, no problem, I will pay more attention to him then!"
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