Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"'Dobby!'"

Pansy and Daphne exclaimed together.

Not for bumping into Dobby here, but for the way Dobby looks now.

Dobby cried breathlessly and beat himself repeatedly.

"Dobby doesn't know what to do!"

"Dobby doesn't know what to do!"

After seeing the three people, his emotions became even more intense.

He collapsed on the ground, sobbing and banging his head against the grass.

Draco could tell immediately what he was holding.

He squatted down and gently hugged the elf to stop Dobby from torturing him any further.

"Did mom ask you to take them?"

The words were soft, but my heart was corroded bit by bit by the sudden bitterness.

Dobby nodded, still sobbing.

"The mistress...the mistress wants Dobby...Dobby to do this...to protect...to protect the young master."

Daphne and Pansy looked at each other, held each other's hands, and remained silent.

They all recognized it, too.

In Dobby's hand was a letter from Harry to Draco, and a gift.

Even though they were confused, they both understood.

This is the Malfoy family's family affair, and there is not much room for me to get involved.

I can only hope that after everything is over, I can accompany Draco to sort out his feelings.

"It's like this all of a sudden, something happened, right?"

Draco continued to ask. She spoke softly as usual, but her two best friends had already noticed her mood.

Then, to the surprise of the three and Dobby, the shepherd who had led the girls to find the elf actually spoke slowly.

It was a familiar male voice, with a lazy tone that revealed sadness.

"He is back."

Afterwards, the deer herder guardian turned into a ball of light mist and disappeared.

-

"Who's back?"

Pansy was still confused, but Draco was already getting anxious.

Could it be a coincidence? Why at this time?

The anxiety has not yet ended, but the heart-wrenching realization comes like a huge wave.

Why did Mom want Dobby to destroy the letters and gifts?

Why, by doing this, are you protecting yourself?

By doing this, is this also protecting Harry?

The impact was so sudden that I didn't even know what emotion was stabbing me at that moment.

He could only endure the unspeakable pain and take the letter from Dobby.

He gritted his teeth and drew out his wand.

"Burning Flames"

"Draco!"

Pansy screamed and was about to take out her wand to put out the fire, but Daphne held her hand.

In the light of the fire, Dobby cried even more fiercely.

There was an expression on Draco's face that neither of them had ever seen before.

His pupils were filled with tears, but not a single drop fell.

Looking sadly at the piece of paper that gradually turned into ashes, he pursed his lips tightly.

It's like a silent farewell to the feelings that were once expressed in words.

The warm breeze fanned the flames.

Draco just stared at it blankly as the half-burned piece of paper fluttered in the wind and fell into Daphne's hands.

Draco spoke quietly, his eyes still fixed on the burning pile of papers.

The whispers were so soft, so faint that they drifted away with the wind, yet so heavy that they struck Daphne's heart deeply.

"I remember it, Daphne. I remember it all."

"Silver-green letter paper. It was received on March 8th."

Pansy finally couldn't help herself and walked over to Draco and hugged him tightly.

I opened and closed my mouth, but I didn't know what to say.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Pansy."

Still as calm as ever, his eyes never moved.

Gently breaking free of Pansy, he said to Dobby.

"Thank you, Dobby."

"Can you take Pansy and Daphne back to the common room for me?"

“I want to get back on the field for a while.”

The moment the three of them looked at each other, Pansy and Daphne instantly understood the torment and fear in Draco's heart.

Perhaps, some spells, no matter how skilled they are, are still no match for existing emotions.

So that's why Professor Dumbledore said that in order to completely block one's heart, one needs some life experience?

At the moment of mutual understanding, Pansy opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief.

Daphne burst into tears, covered her lips tightly and said nothing.

The three people's minds were shrouded in the same dark cloud.

The Dark Lord is back.

Pansy stomped the ground angrily, then took Daphne's hand and walked forward to hug her.

"Don't worry, we will get rid of the gifts as well."

Daphne stroked Draco's long hair lovingly and spoke gently.

"Don't worry about us. Just go."

Draco wanted to smile at his two best friends, but he couldn't feel whether the corners of his lips were actually moving.

Before she could say thank you, Pansy and Daphne pinched her cheeks from both sides.

"No thank you and no sorry. Go find your stupid Harry."

"Just remember, no matter what, we'll be there for you."

Then, he was pushed away by two people with tears in their eyes.

-

Before I even stepped onto the court, the heart-wrenching cries in the night sky pierced my heart.

"My son—he is my son—!"

My stomach churned, stimulating the increasingly obvious splitting pain in my heart.

In a trance, I don't remember how I staggered and pushed through the crowd.

All I could hear was the constant wailing and screaming.

From a vague glimpse, I could see that the Ravenclaw students were in a panic.

A figure has fainted.

But all Draco cared about was that boy.

In a daze, I walked to the front of the crowd and finally saw the figure I had been thinking about day and night.

My instinct to rush forward and hug him was blocked by the cruel reminder in front of me.

Harry was covered in blood and carrying a cold corpse.

It was Cedric Diggory.

I suddenly realized that I had lost the right to act on my emotions forever.

If you still want to protect the boy you are in love with.

In a flash, his eyes met Harry's.

Saw Harry's tired, angry and frightened eyes.

The sour pain and sorrow in Draco's heart finally spread to his pupils.

As the first tear rolled down her cheek, she understood everything.

Crowds of people began to pour in, and Dumbledore and Fudge were trying hard to maintain order.

Harry nodded to himself.

Gently, firmly, he nodded.

I understand everything, including what I already know and what I don’t know yet.

The Dark Lord is back.

My father was there too.

I understand what it means to be disheartened.