HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Vera curled up on the bed, feeling pain in her abdomen.

Madam Pomfrey was checking Draco's wound next door at this time, and she should be there later.

She could clearly hear Draco's gasp and Madam Pomfrey's admiration, "Son, your wound is growing fast..."

The sweat on her body had already wetted her hospital gown.

She regrets her stupidity very much. If she could go back in time, she would definitely choose to read books, read some books about how to heal wounds caused by black magic, instead of reading books about how to use black magic to create wounds .

Although she is talented in magic, talent doesn't mean anything. She knows too little.

After Madam Pomfrey helped Draco apply the medicine and changed the bandage, she finally felt that her wound was not so uncomfortable.

She barely straightened her legs.

"What's wrong with you, child?" Madam Pomfrey lifted her curtains to look over. "Why are you sweating so much? Does your wound hurt?"

She shook her head, "It doesn't hurt now."

Madam Pomfrey unfastened the bandage around her waist and scrubbed the wound with magic potion. A corrosive liquid, Madam Pomfrey had to magically immobilize the girl's limbs to prevent her from twitching involuntarily.

She saw that the wound had stopped bleeding just like the boy did, leaving only a long dark red scar on the flat lower abdomen, which needed some time to slowly recuperate.

Originally, even if the wound healed, the scar would not disappear.

It would have been a long, ugly scar.

Fortunately, the Malfoy family specially sent a lot of precious fresh meat after they found out.

"I was really taken aback when you told me that Muggles would sew them together with needles and threads," Madam Pomfrey carefully touched her wound with her fingers, Vera let out a pained cry, Then she gritted her teeth, "I'm sorry, dear, but I need to do this." Madam Pomfrey already knew that this girl is very sensitive to pain, but she still needed to open the girl's wound to see if there was any abnormality, "I mean, you are a human being. This is human skin, not a robe. A needlework can be used for a robe, but not for the skin."

Vera gritted her teeth and didn't have the strength to answer.

"You are very brave, child. You are extremely sensitive to pain, but even so, you will bear the hurt for others. You are very brave." Madam Pomfrey said, applying a new ointment on her as lightly as possible , "You should be a Gryffindor, just like your parents."

She cast several medical spells with her wand, "Come on, Vera, get a good night's sleep and don't read any more. When your wound is healed, let's study those spells."

She pinned her down on the bed, used a few cleansing spells to get the sweat off her body, and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Sleep well, kid."

Lying on the bed, she felt that although the pain in her abdomen had disappeared, her heart began to throb.

Can't help sighing.

so troublesome.

She covered her head with the quilt, hoping that she could fall asleep immediately.

But the constant throbbing pain in her heart made her almost go crazy. She sat up abruptly, ignoring the pain caused by the slight stretching of the wound, opened the curtain, sat on the man's bed, and pulled his quilt off her head , not unexpectedly seeing him crying.

The red, swollen, hot pale gray eyes of the crying boy matched her cool green eyes.

"Why are you so sad, Draco."

He didn't expect to be found crying even if he didn't make a sound.

Sighing, she pulled him off the bed, hugged him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his back.

He was startled by this sudden hug, "Vera?"

In his memory, she had never hugged someone so actively.

After a few minutes, or ten minutes.

"Now it's like this," she pressed her chin against his neck, and her breath warmly hit his ear, "you're better, aren't you?"

"Vera?" He was at a loss.

But she knew that he was much better.

"Go to sleep," she told him, "you're bleeding a lot, you need to sleep for a while."

He couldn't help hugging her, "will he kill my father and mother? Will he?"

She patiently pressed him on the bed and turned into a cat, "He won't."

"why?"

"Because that would make me unhappy." She walked back and forth on him a few times, and finally chose to sleep in the space between his body and his arms.

The boy looked at her, a little puzzled.

"Just kidding," her tail patted his arm lightly, "your father was loyal to him."

In addition to sending a Horcrux that his master entrusted to him for safekeeping to Harry Potter for him to destroy.

"If he kills your father who is loyal to him, it is tantamount to sending you to Dumbledore. Whether it is to protect yourself or to avenge your father, you will end up running to Dumbledore On the one hand, then Dumbledore can claim that Voldemort's brutality drove out all the sons of his most loyal servants," she put her tail under her chin, "There are many supporters of him, but there are also many opponents Quite a few, the Black family was even thought to have disappeared before my brother and I showed up, of course, he could kill the sole heir of another ancient family again. You."

The more important thing was that he lived in Malfoy Manor. If he killed the owner of that manor, it sounded like a troublesome matter.

"How many ancient pure-blood families are there in the wizarding world?" she said. "I don't think there are that many, and what they want is privileges, privileges for muggles, half-bloods, mudbloods, not die."

She leaned her chin on the boy's arm, "If he kills your father, he won't lose just a servant," her hair was soft, trembling slightly as she spoke, "He will lose more Something more important."

The dull pain in the chest finally disappeared.

She sighed in satisfaction, "Sleep, Draco, I'm here."

The boy's hand gently stroked her ears and back, "Will you always be here?"

of course not.

"Yes." She said, "Sleep, you have a good sleep."

The boy turned sideways and hugged the cat into his arms, "Don't go away, Vera, don't leave me alone."

She was too lazy to break away from him, but mainly because she was afraid that her heart would start to hurt again later.I had to let him hold it.

Her fur was fluffy, and Draco pinched it down, only to feel that the cat's claws under the fluffy hair were so thin that they didn't exist.

He couldn't help but use a little more strength for a while, the cat screamed, but he held it tightly, and her remaining three paws scratched his chest through the clothes, which hurt a little.

"I'm sorry," he said, but a little cheerfully.

She really exists.

Then the claw suddenly turned into a wrist, and she struggled to pull her finger out of his hand, "It hurts." She trembled, "Do you want to break my finger?"

"No," he apologized, "I'm sorry..."

She seemed particularly afraid of pain.

"Let me go," she said, "let me go!"

Only then did he realize that he was still holding her finger, "No, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't do this," she said tremblingly, "don't do this to me, Draco, listen, you can't do this to me!"

"I'm sorry." He said repeatedly, she was really afraid of pain.

Her fingers were so painful that she couldn't hold them, "Draco," the tears in her eyes would not fall, "Draco, I'm afraid of pain, really, don't hurt me..."

"Okay, okay, I will..." He wanted to hug her, but as soon as he touched her, she turned into a cat again, and she said, "Don't hurt yourself too."

"Okay," he said, rubbing his face against the fur on her back, his heart full of some little sweetness, "I will."

She pushed him away, curled up next to his pillow and fell asleep.

"Vera," he called her.

She turned her head away from him.

But he was still very happy.