[HP fan·Draco × original self-designed heroine] | Childhood sweetheart daily life | Dream girl | Can be regarded as an independent individual
Alias: My Days of Complaining at Hogwarts
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"Little Dragon!" She stumbled after him while holding up her skirt, always wearing the luminous stone hairpin in her hair. That was the hairpin he had praised so much.
She was always like a nagging bird, snatching away the last cookie baked by the elf while he was flipping through the books.
He would always call her "troublesome" with a straight face, but when she was about to cry, he would awkwardly break off half a piece and hand it over: "... Don't complain to my mother again next time!"
But an accident occurred. In order to cure the curse on her right ear and hide the secret, she was taken abroad by her family at the age of eight.
It was a silent parting spell.
That year almost swallowed up her memory, and more than a dozen cross-border letters were swallowed up by the Eastern Barrier without a trace - he clutched the unsent nineteenth letter and swore under the moonlight to never deal with that "troublemaker" again.
Until they reunited at the nine-year-old pureblood banquet - she curtsied and gave a standard but unfamiliar salute: "Mr. Malfoy."
He was stung by her strange eyes and jumped: "Have you really forgotten me? Those cookies, peacocks... And me! Have you forgotten them all?!"
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He is a sour lemon candy
And she was the only one who had the patience to peel off the candy wrapper - even if the sourness spread on the tip of her tongue, she still wanted to taste all his awkward tenderness.
Just because you are Draco and I am Liliana.
Intention: growth
