Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 114 Prefect’s Bathroom

There is a large area on the sixth floor of the castle that is dedicated to the prefects and Quidditch captains. When the prefects and Quidditch captains have the same status, they can only choose one. The male and female student presidents have single dormitories. , located on the fifth floor of the castle.

Behind a spire-shaped stone door with Baroque reliefs, a white marble bath exudes a hazy and soft glow under the candlelight of a chandelier.

Indra walked to the edge of the bathtub, bent down on her knees and turned on several golden faucets inlaid with various gemstones.

Draco watched as her long, silky black hair slid down slightly from her shoulders, revealing a bit of fair and delicate skin on her neck.

Lavender, light blue, and silvery white bubble bath fluids were sprayed out one after another mixed with steaming hot water.

There were also fist-sized pink-blue bath fluids floating above the pool, slowly falling into the rising hot water.

The heat, the fragrance, the sound of gurgling water, and especially the presence of the girl in the lavender nightgown, immediately made this quiet and luxurious bathroom no longer monotonous and silent.

There was a mermaid taking a nap on the rock in the golden frame on the wall. Indra didn't like it, so he changed it into a red-crowned crane with a wave of his magic wand.

"Huh, there's no mermaid watching me while I'm taking a shower."

A smile appeared on Draco's pale face, and he said in a low voice, "Why don't you do it yourself."

"That's not possible..."

The water was drained very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of dreamy-colored bubble bath liquid filled the bathtub, and the hot water was tightly covered underneath.

"Come here." Indra turned to him.

Draco walked over and she stood up and raised her hand to untie his tie.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips against her cheeks, ears and the skin on her neck.

Malfoy is not a child who lacks love. His parents dote on him and have a harmonious relationship.

But after falling in love with someone who does not originally belong to you, you will inevitably become sensitive and fragile, worrying about gains and losses.

If I were told that Voldemort might one day open his head and look inside.

She might leave him.

There were some more black and white clothes on the empty marble coat rack, and a silver and green tie was placed on it.

Indra sat by the bathtub with her eyelashes lowered, her hands resting on the warm marble edge.

Her lavender skirt was piled up to cover her knees, and the hot water with pink-blue bubbles covered her slender white calves.

The slight sound of water approached, and the bubbles of the bath liquid began to slosh.

Draco walked over slowly. The bath was so deep that the bubbles almost covered his chest.

Indra raised his head and looked at him. His cheeks and hair were covered with a layer of moisture during the few steps he took in the water.

Under the thick bubbles of bath soap, his slender hot hands grasped Indra's calf, moved it up bit by bit, pushed up her skirt and pulled her body in.

Indra reached out and touched his cheek, "What is it that makes you so uncomfortable and at a loss, Draco?"

Draco rubbed his face into her hand and pressed his chest against it.

But the bath was too deep. When Indra bent awkwardly and turned her head to kiss him, she had to put her arms around his shoulders to prevent her from falling into the bath.

His wet arms with a little foam wrapped around Indra's waist, his face pressed against her waist, and then he hugged her down.

The lavender nightgown on her body was soaked in water and immediately stuck to her skin. Indra hooked Draco's neck, her forehead and nose were pressed against his, and their breaths blended together.

"Dela..."

Draco's soft lips blocked hers with scorching warmth and strength, leaving her speechless.

Lips and teeth meet, passionate and passionate.

There are light blue, snowy white and light purple bubbles floating on the hot water, as well as misty mist of various colors.

Draco had had enough of the taste of the bubble bath on her soft skin.

These bath soaps look colorful, but are actually a bit bitter.

Draco held Indra's waist and pushed her to the edge of the marble bath, his head buried in Indra's white and moist neck, panting.

His pale golden hair was completely soaked by the water vapor, hanging in front of his forehead and sticking to his neck. His pale skin was slightly reddish by the hot water.

Under Draco's kiss and caress, Indra's body became like bubble bath in a bathtub, which would soften and break into a puddle of water when touched.

Their figures were almost hidden in the steaming bath, and their fair skin soaked in bath fluid had a moist and crystal luster, and there was probably sweat coming out.

The lavender nightgown sank into an unknown corner under the bathtub. Indra's black-haired head was buried in his neck, making a small choking sound, and unconsciously playing with the blond hair on the back of his head with her fingers on his back. Pick out a little red mark.

In the bathtub, pale pink, light blue, silvery white bubble bath liquid and densely fragrant water vapor are evaporating.

The bath bubbles floating on the water are swaying constantly, rising and falling like white waves that are constantly washing on the beach.

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A narrow and soft single couch in the bathroom was originally filled with snow-white soft towels.

But now these towels have been swept to the floor, and a few strands of wet long hair hang down from the edge of the soft couch.

Water stains with colored foam on the marble floor spread from the edge of the bath to here.

Indra was lying on the soft couch, panting tremblingly like a drowning person who just got air. The fingertips resting on the edge of the soft couch still had the redness from the hard grip.

She closed her eyes, and the white cheeks exposed between the wet black hair showed a deep and intoxicating flush, as if she had a fever.

Draco held his hands softly, lowered his head and pressed a warm kiss on her thin, white back with red marks, and then kissed away the tears that had not dried in the corners of her eyes.

He put his arm around Indra's waist and gently pulled her into his arms, then picked up a soft, white towel from the ground and covered them both.

"The hair is wet." Draco touched Indra's head, lowered his head and pressed it against her red lips, and said in a soft and steady voice,

"—The wand flies."

The wands that the two of them had placed there by the bath fell into Draco's hand. He placed Indra's wand within reach of her hand.

Then he waved his wand to dry Indra's wet hair first. Hot steam emanated from her black hair, and her long hair soon became as smooth as silk.

"-Cleaned up."

The sticky damp feeling on his body disappeared, and became warm and smooth. Indra pulled the thick towel covering his body, and slightly opened his eyelashes with his closed eyes, revealing a little moist and hazy eyes, "My skirt." "

Still in the bath.

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"Wear it tomorrow morning." Draco looked at her with gray-blue eyes.

Indra's sleepy and confused face showed a bit of confusion. She glanced at him angrily and then reached out to grab her wand on the ground.

Draco immediately leaned over to hold her down, gently grabbed her arm, and then lowered his head to cover her mouth when she wanted to scream that the skirt was flying.

Gentle yet inexplicably tough.

The soft collapse made another crunching sound.

"...Skirt...um...let...open..."

His warm palms reached under the towel again, touched up along the white and smooth legs, and moved up to press her down.

"Don't..." A subtle and vague warning.

Draco didn't really want to torment her again, although he wanted to, but Indra would be angry if he did, and she was already angry now.

He breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on his side, hugging Indra tightly into his arms, but his palms felt like they were stuck to her warm and soft skin.

Draco loved the feeling of his skin against hers.

Indra's chest heaved and she pushed his hand away angrily. Draco immediately put his arm around her waist and spoke lingeringly in her ear, his voice hoarse and gentle, "I'll get it for you."

The lavender nightgown that flew up from the bottom of the pool became dry and soft again, and was rolled into a roll and placed under their heads to serve as pillows.

Indra immediately fell asleep in Draco's arms, she was too tired.

The candles in the chandelier in the marble bathroom gradually went out, and Draco subconsciously tucked the thick soft towel around her body and kissed her lips.

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The next day, it was the silver watch that Indra gave Draco that woke them up from their sleep.

It made a soft ticking sound on the coat rack.

Draco cast a little magic on it to set the time and use it as an alarm clock.

Fortunately, otherwise they would have missed the entire morning class.

Awakened by the sound of his watch, Draco drowsily buried his head into Indra's neck and chest, rubbing his light golden hair against her skin.

As soon as he moved the towel covering his body, it slid down, revealing half of his back with faint red scratches on it.

A hand was placed on Draco's shoulder, and slowly wrapped around his neck, with the confusion and unconsciousness of just waking up.

Both of them subconsciously wanted to get close to each other and spend a long time getting dressed.

"I haven't finished my magic homework." Indra combed her long hair with her fingers, and suddenly grabbed a strand of black hair and woke up.

After Draco went to the potions office, Indra invited Senna to take a bath in her exclusive bathroom, planning to do homework with Draco when she came back.

But apparently, she's been here all night.

Draco put on his tie, "Mine is for you."

Yesterday, Indra had two classes of arithmetic and divination. She finished this assignment in advance, but she had not yet finished the theoretical homework of the magic class that was scheduled at the back.

"No, I'll make up for it in the history of magic later."

The two of them cast the Disillusionment Charm, and Draco carried Indra back to the lounge at the bottom of the lake first.

There were many noisy students coming and going in the corridors and corridors.

Indra circled Draco's neck and shrank into his arms as much as possible. He held her firmly, avoiding people who couldn't see them.

A Hufflepuff student felt like he was hit. When he turned around, he found that there was no one there, and he stared at the air in surprise.

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Indra returned to the dormitory to change into the college wizard robe, and used the Healing Charm in front of the mirror to remove the shallow tooth marks and red marks on her neck.

Is Draco a dog?

She tied up her silver and green tie, took her books and homework, and then went downstairs to the auditorium for breakfast.

Senna and Chax were already sitting there eating, and Indra walked over and sat down next to Sena, drinking pumpkin juice.

Then he calmly picked up a piece of toast with his fork and took a bite, but he didn't even have time to spread the potato mashed meat on it.

"Where were you last night?"

Senna whispered, squinting her eyes and looking behind Indra, but did not see Draco Malfoy.

"The Fariato people asked me why you didn't go on night patrol, and I said you weren't feeling well."

Indra nodded, she was indeed feeling unwell.

Both Slytherin prefects were absent from the curfew watch last night.

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Even without telling Senna, Indra knew who she was with last night. Miss MacMillan felt that these two people were really lawless.

Go out to sleep on the first night of school.

Only then did Draco slowly walk in from the door of the auditorium.

He came down the marble stairs, his eyes passed through the crowd of heads on the long Slytherin table, and fell on Indra. Then he walked to sit next to her and started eating breakfast quickly and elegantly.

Chucks suddenly stood up, carried the plate, walked over to sit next to him, and looked up and down at him teasingly.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?" Draco glanced at him expressionlessly, but his body felt slightly uncomfortable.

"Pay attention to your health, the Quidditch tryouts are about to begin." Chucks said with a smile.

Indra raised her head and gave Draco a warning look through the gap.

Chuckles smiled brightly in return.

"You were selected, not me." Draco looked at Chucks with interest, "Maybe the two people in the fourth grade are more suitable than you."

Chucks said with a dull face: "No way."