Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Draco frowned again, and even Goyle looked surprised.

"What does your father wish?"

Surprised, Draco looked at Pansy and Daphne helplessly, and quickly signaled Goyle to help Nott up.

But Nott resisted stiffly, still lowering his body.

But in order to maintain the awkward posture, his figure kept shaking.

Goyle could only shake his head at Draco and step away.

"Stand up, Nott. You won't have to follow ancient etiquette so much next time."

He pursed his lips, sighed softly in his heart, and spoke in a commanding tone.

I guess, maybe in the face of such unfamiliarity with social conventions,

For Nott, who was indoctrinated by old Nott into a certain class concept,

Until both of you are more familiar with each other, clear instructions will be the way to make him feel more comfortable.

Sure enough, at his request, Nott slowly regained his standing position and his breathing became much smoother.

After waiting for him to calm down a little, I continued to ask curiously.

"What do you think about loyalty?"

Nott looked away again, but this time he seemed to be afraid to look at himself out of guilt.

"It was…it was me who got you into it, Miss Malfoy. I suppose I must share the consequences."

"I don't need anyone to 'be loyal' to me, Nott."

Draco said, clearly seeing Nott flinch visibly after he said this.

He paused deliberately before speaking slowly again.

"But if it's about cooperation, it's not impossible."

"I hope we don't have to fight against each other like our father's generation did."

Nott's skinny face was twisted into a knot, and he seemed to be trying to accept this proposal that was beyond his imagination.

He nodded with great effort, and then continued to speak stutteringly.

"Po...Potter, I'm sorry."

……

Pansy and Daphne looked at each other in bewilderment.

Perhaps, a "good person" was born in the Nott family.

-

In the following weeks, the campus was still shrouded in the shadow of a massive Death Eater jailbreak.

Since the Daily Prophet's report was vague,

Amid the whispers on campus, it was clear that more and more people chose to believe Harry.

In contrast, Umbridge was in a terrible mood.

But the amazing thing is that after Draco finished his Defense Against the Dark Arts class,

When asking Umbridge for permission to form a Defence Against the Dark Arts practice club,

Umbridge agreed without any objection.

Only before he turned and left did he call me, his tone tense, and it was obvious that he was under a lot of pressure.

"We need cooperation, Miss Malfoy."

"I was quite sure, and very nearly caught Potter in communication with the fugitive Black,"

"This means that Dumbledore had laid the groundwork for this several years ago."

"His and Potter's plot to overthrow Fudge may be deeper than we thought."

After listening to Umbridge's words, Draco just nodded lightly.

"I will change the meetings of the investigation team to regular reports to the professor twice a week,"

"Whatever they are planning, we will quickly grasp it."

"Good! Good! Great, Draco!"

"I can call you Draco, right, Miss Malfoy?"

Unwilling to turn back at Umbridge's comforting and intimate words,

Secretly dispel the anger that was rising in my heart.

I can't believe how radical these two are.

That's why they still had the audacity to contact each other through the Floo Network even though they were already under suspicion and attention from the Ministry of Magic.

But when he was still feeling annoyed, an idea struck him.

After stepping out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, I went straight to the library.

On the desk in front of the forbidden book area, behind the books piled up like a tower, I saw the brown curly hair that I was eagerly looking for.

"Granger."

The cold call distracted and surprised the man buried in the books.

"Malfoy?"

To Draco's surprise, Hermione quickly stood up and pulled out a chair.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Intelligent eyes convey silent concern.

Obviously, she had always been keeping an eye on herself and Harry, and she already understood what happened between them before the holiday.

"I'm here to discuss serious matters."

I can only respond to warm concern with a cold tone.

At these moments, the last thing he wanted was sympathy from Gryffindor.

Hermione blinked as if she was about to say something, then spoke in a low voice as Draco sat down gently.

"All ears."