Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The gauze curtains on the beige birch windowsill were lifted, and golden beams of light filtered through, shading the white room and the elegant side walls decorated with floral reliefs in a gradient.

It also warmed the pretty face of the girl who was lying on her side between the bedposts, wrapped in the quilt and wanting to sleep.

The warm breeze blows gently, moving the light and shadows, and the tightly closed eyelashes tremble slightly.

With each ray of sunlight, the sleeping figure would frown as if unable to bear the disturbance.

Bringing a disproportionate sadness to an innocent age.

The door of the room opened softly, and a witch with long platinum hair and dressed in morning clothes walked in with a warm smile and sat down on the edge of the bed quietly.

The witch reached out her hand lovingly and combed her daughter's soft hair, which was exactly the same as her own.

He bent down and kissed her sleeping face, which was still tender but couldn't hide her beautiful features.

"It's time to get up, Draco."

"Hmm? Ugh..."

The girl who stayed in bed let out a very coquettish moan and buried her face deeply in the pillow.

Looking at her daughter who only acted like a spoiled brat before getting up, Narcissa Malfoy couldn't help but smile.

Only at moments like this can a daughter be allowed to show a side that is not in keeping with a ladylike appearance.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get up. Pansy and Daphne are waiting for you downstairs."

"Their owls have arrived."

Narcissa said as she stood up from the bed, saying something that would surely make her daughter jump.

Sure enough, the figure who had been hiding in the quilt just now suddenly sat up.

In an instant, the light grey eyes changed from sleepy to urgent.

Narcissa smiled and snapped her fingers lightly with her right hand.

With a snap, a short figure suddenly appeared in the room.

"Dobby is only at Madam's disposal. Good morning, Madam and young master."

The house-elf bowed deeply, and a high-pitched note sounded simultaneously.

"Good morning, Dobby."

The girl sitting on the bed smiled sweetly at the elf and greeted him softly.

"Miss Malfoy is getting ready to get up. I'll go downstairs first. Please, Dobby."

Narcissa said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

The elf waved his fingers, and a dressing gown floated out of the closet, gently covering Draco's shoulders and neck.

Draco reached over and pulled the robe together, covering the lace-embellished silk blouse.

"What does the little master want to wear today?" Dobby blinked his big round eyes.

"Birthday present," Draco said, suppressing a yawn.

As soon as Draco finished speaking, Dobby waved again.

She took out a light green linen dress from the closet.

The dress is designed in an elegant style, with slightly puffy elbow-length lantern sleeves, a high-waist cut, and a delicate willow-leaf corset sewn on it.

Then she waved her fingers to open the small door connecting to the bathroom in the corner of the room, hung the dress with the hanger on the hook behind the door, and waited for the little master to come in to wash and change clothes.

Looking at the hanging eleventh birthday present, Draco smiled brightly.

"Is Dad home?"

The question was asked softly, and Dobby replied respectfully.

"The master has gone to work at the Ministry of Magic."

"The only people at home are Madam, Parkinson, and Miss Greengrass."

Before Dobby could finish, Draco suddenly jumped off the bed and clapped his hands. A flash of light flashed, and Dobby suddenly floated into the air.

The elf uttered a strange laugh, and there was another clatter.

The figure flashed behind Draco, and as it landed from mid-air, it gently patted Draco's shoulder.

"Miss Malfoy is very talented! But she still needs practice!"

Listening to Dobby's rash words and actions, Draco turned around and made a face at him.

"Next time you can't cheat by using the Vanish method."

This was an occasional play between the young master of the Malfoy family and the elf who had been with him since childhood.

Of course, the two of them only dared to play like this when Lucius Malfoy was not at home.

Although Narcissa Malfoy knew about it, she did not interfere much.

The daughter of a pure-blood noble family should learn how to protect her secrets.

As long as this inappropriate behavior does not leave the room, she will not point it out.

"It was the young master who suddenly attacked first." Dobby retorted without comment.

This elf has always had an independent mind, which is why he played and had fun with Draco in this way.

Faced with the elf's accusation, Draco could only stick out his tongue guiltily.

Stepped into the bathroom and closed the small door.

Dobby immediately began to work his elf magic to make the bed.

In a flash, she finished cleaning the boudoir and returned to the kitchen.

-

Malfoy Manor is one of the oldest aristocratic manors in England.

Ever since the Malfoy family's ancestor set foot on the land of England with William the Conqueror and was awarded the title of hereditary nobility for his great contributions, the Malfoy family has lived in Warwick Manor in Wiltshire in southwest England for generations.

The main house of the manor, after being rebuilt during the Elizabethan era, is no longer a heavily armed fortress, but a Renaissance building.

In the main house, apart from the living room, which was used by relatives and friends for an afternoon nap, today, contrary to the norm, two tender voices echoed in the morning.

One is quirky and eccentric, the other is quiet and elegant.

"What would happen to her if I hid her letters?"

The quirky voice came from a girl with short black hair that reached below her ears.

The girl was wearing a dark black cropped top and indigo denim shorts, and the heels of her Oxford shoes tapped against the wooden floor as she paced around the room.

"Stop quarreling again..."

In contrast to the lively girl, there is a girl sitting gracefully in an armchair in front of the French window.

The snow-white suspender dress was delicately woven with flower petals, and her long blonde hair was wavy and draped in front of her.

The quiet girl seemed to be weak, with a sunshade straw hat placed on her knees.

"You really look like your mother!"

"Obviously, all those quarrels happened when we were kids."

"We are only eleven years old. We are not adults yet."

"........."

"Astoria, you won't control her like this every day... It's really pitiful..."

"Pansy... it's very rude to talk like that."

"It was just a joke!"

The two of them talked back and forth, their childish voices pretending to be mature, and under the high roof, they sounded like the interweaving of wind chimes.

Until the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open, accompanied by a rebuke in an equally childish yet majestic voice.

"Pansy Parkinson!"

"Your tricks can be heard in the corridors. You don't have the etiquette of a daughter of a noble family at all."

Draco Malfoy, wearing a light green linen dress, walked in gracefully.

The smooth long platinum hair was combed back along the headband, revealing the slightly frowned white forehead.

Viewed from the side, her already delicate facial features appear even more three-dimensional.

As the graceful figure of the young master of the manor appeared, the short-haired girl named Pansy did not care about Draco's criticism.

She let out a surprised scream, then quickly rushed forward and hugged the somewhat bewildered Draco tightly.

"Draco! We got our admission letter!"

"Let...let me go! This is so disgraceful!"

Pansy's excited shouts were mixed with Draco's complaints.

The girl who had been sitting elegantly in front of the French window enjoying the sunshine also stood up gently, put the big round straw hat on her knees on the chair, and walked forward quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

"Stop it, Draco, Pansy."

"But I haven't seen her for a long time!"

The girl tried to persuade him gently, but Pansy still hugged Draco tightly. Although they were the same age, the girl looked more like the older sister.

"We just met last month on Draco's birthday."

"Yes...Yes! Let me go!"

Pansy finally let go, and Draco's fair face was already flushed with embarrassment due to the sudden physical contact.

"Hehehe, you are still so shy, Miss Malfoy."

"Pansy..."

Pansy teased Draco maliciously, but before Draco could react, the girl stopped him.

Then he walked up to Draco and spoke softly.

"It's nice to meet you, Draco."

"I'm glad too, Daphne."

The two smiled at each other, hugged each other tightly, and exchanged soft kisses on both cheeks.

"Why didn't I do that?"

"'You are the one who is not observing etiquette.'"

Pansy had just opened her mouth to complain when Daphne and Draco accused her in unison.

Seeing Pansy pouting a little indignantly, Daphne smiled softly again and gently took her hand.