Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Draco didn't expect to experience the fear of free fall again so soon.

The wind whistled past, and all they could do was hold tightly onto Harry, who had already lost consciousness, hopelessly.

As if this could give me some courage.

As the screams got closer, it was guessed that the moment of impact was not far away.

Suddenly, a bright silver light appeared before my eyes, and a silver-white phoenix was circling over the court.

The Dementors that were chasing him were no longer there.

In a flash, he realized that the people who protected him and Harry in the Forbidden Forest last year were the bodyguards of two people.

I felt an invisible force supporting me on my back.

The people around screamed loudly, and then there was a muffled sound, and the pain went through their bones.

The almost unconscious right hand still held Harry tightly.

"Are they... still alive?"

"'Miss Malfoy!!'"

"『Harry!』"

There was a damp, musty smell of mud and rain, and other than that, time seemed to have lost its meaning.

In a hazy state of consciousness, I felt the hurried footsteps and the support beside me.

There was the sound of a door being pushed open, and white light flooded in.

Before falling into darkness, all that could be heard were screams of worry, reproach, and some sense of collapse.

"Why are they the two again?!"

-

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Astoria, whose face was covered in tears or snot.

As her vision turned from blurry to clear, she found that Daphne, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were also here.

And the members of the Slytherin house team.

I could feel the anxiety in my heart before my brain was fully awake.

Turning my head to look to both sides, I thought I would see a familiar figure lying on another bed, but I only saw the curtain separating me.

Where is Harry?

Is he okay?

Daphne and Pansy noticed the fleeting panic in Draco's eyes.

It’s natural for sisters who have been together since childhood not to understand their bestie’s thoughts.

"The Gryffindor visitors are too noisy."

"So Madam Pomfrey suggested that the beds be separated to avoid disturbing others' rest."

Daphne spoke softly, unnoticed, telling Draco in front of everyone why Harry's bed was not nearby.

"Draco, I'm so glad that sister is okay."

Astoria sniffed, and Daphne held out a handkerchief for her to wipe her…

Draco smiled back and reached out to stroke Astoria's smooth curls.

"What about the competition?"

Looking at Flynn, he felt a little apologetic towards his teammates.

This was the first time Draco spoke after waking up, and apart from feeling a little thirsty, there was nothing unusual.

Flynn gave a bitter smile.

"Madam Hooch said that the match has not exceeded twelve hours, so there is no way to use the two-hour timeout."

"Besides, even if it can be used, we have been away from the stadium for more than two hours, so..."

"Either both teams lose the qualification to continue the game and lose at the same time, with each team being penalized 150 points." "Or..."

"Or you come to an agreement with the Gryffindor captain to let the game end as it is, with us losing by fifty points."

Draco couldn't believe that his still aching brain could quickly recall the Quidditch rules that he had only glanced at before.

Seeing Flynn nod, Draco spoke decisively.

"Disqualify yourself along with Gryffindor."

His teammates looked surprised and uncertain, so Draco explained briefly.

"At most, it means one less game."

"As long as we can win the next two games by a large margin, we still have a chance to win the championship."

"If we agree to end the game as it is, and Gryffindor wins, we will have no hope."

Fulin nodded rapidly.

At the same time, he lost his qualifications, and at least his chance of winning the championship depended on his performance.

"Slytherin, will not leave your fate to others."

Draco declared calmly, before giving a sly smile.

"Besides, it can drag Gryffindor into this."

These words immediately inspired the Slytherin team.

"Thank you, Miss Malfoy."

Flynn also regained his spirits and almost impulsively embraced the head seeker.

Although he was the captain, he obeyed the orders of this good-looking, somewhat aloof and arrogant teammate.

Although I didn't dare to offend the Malfoy family last year, I saw Draco's diligence and performance during practice this year.

When I heard about her attitude in handling this event, I couldn't help but be convinced.

-

After some concern, the members of the hospital team left in groups.

"You guys should also go and have a rest. Don't work so hard."

Speaking to Crabbe and Goyle.

The two looked at each other, still a little hesitant.

"Although it's a ward, it's embarrassing for you to stand in front of a girl's bed like this."

"Besides, it's girls' time now, let's go!"

Knowing that the two were slow to react, Pansy quickly helped to drive them away.

"Brother Goyle, I heard there are bagels and lots of jam in the auditorium!" Astoria also joined the group.

After much persuasion, the two big guys who were standing guard like bodyguards were finally allowed to go back and rest.

"These two people...there's really no need to do this."

Watching them leave, Draco sighed helplessly.

"There's nothing I can do. There are so many flies around Miss Malfoy. She might get stuck on the broom by flies if she's not careful."

Pansy said mockingly, gently touching Draco's snow-white cheek with her fingers.

Daphne looked at Pansy with some reproach, worried that Draco would get angry again.

But he was surprised to find that she just let Pansy poke her obediently and blushed silently.

Astoria's eyes froze when she suddenly saw Draco's shy expression, and she spoke in a flat tone without any emotion.

"Astoria will make the muddy Potter into jam and give it to Brother Goyle."

"A...Astoria...?" Daphne, the most gentle of the trio, looked at her younger sister worriedly.

Pansy covered her mouth, trying to control the volume of her laughter. The chair leg slipped accidentally, and she fell forward onto Draco, harassing him.

"Oh, it smells so good!"

"Why do you smell so good even though you're soaked in the rain and rolling around in the mud with Potter?"

Pansy tried to play around to distract Draco.

"Maybe Madam Pomfrey used a cleansing spell..."

Draco raised his sleeve and sniffed it, then suddenly realized the second half of Pansy's sentence.

"Who...who rolled into a ball with him! There's no such thing as...ah! Where are you touching?!"

"Oh my, it seems that the feeling I accidentally pressed just now was real."

"Miss Malfoy, isn't this a growth spurt—"

"Pansy! Astoria is still here!"

"Pansy Parkinson! If you keep talking nonsense, I...I will definitely..."

"Dear Draco, you are not the only young lady here!"

Amid the girls' laughter, Draco temporarily put aside his worries about Harry.

I don't worry about it for now. The two of them are on the broom, talking about Blake...