Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

After Draco calmly explained his plan, Hermione's face was filled with a strange expression.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Your dad will—"

"The Malfoy family has its own plans. But the premise is that you also think it will succeed."

Before Hermione could finish, Draco had already given an explanation that did not allow for further questions.

The two looked at each other seriously, each weighing the possible consequences.

Then, Hermione spoke after some hesitation.

"If it's just to irritate Umbridge, I can't imagine this failing."

"But Voldemort...what happened?"

When Hermione directly called out Voldemort's name, Draco couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh".

"No...it's okay."

After Draco regained his composure, Hermione smiled slightly.

I guess he was laughing at himself for being afraid of Voldemort's name.

It was just a moment of loss of composure that didn't allow me to tell the real reason for the exclamation.

I always thought that Harry was the only one who would call Voldemort like that.

I didn't expect that even Granger could be so outspoken.

I couldn't help but think of the reason for the argument not long ago.

Granger, indeed, was always by Harry's side from beginning to end.

He frowned unconsciously, closed his eyes, and shook his head gently.

It seems that by doing this, I can put aside my sorrow.

After nearly a month of hard work, I rarely focused on Harry.

But for some reason, next to Granger, he couldn't escape the emotions that seemed to be from his previous life.

"Malfoy?"

"It's okay, just keep talking."

Knowing that his actions had caused Hermione's concern,

But at the same time, don't allow yourself to succumb to such warmth.

Hermione was silent for a moment, and the change in the words she spoke again was enough for Draco to understand -

"Such reports will expose the whereabouts of 'that person'."

"I thought it would put the Death Eaters in danger, including your father."

Bingxue, who ranked first in the grade, was very smart and had already guessed why he was sighing.

“That’s why it needs to be published in The Quibbler.”

"You know the daughter of the editor of The Quibbler, don't you?"

“That’s why I need…”

While the words were stuck in my heart and I couldn't speak,

Looking into Hermione's eyes, he wished she would retract that overly concerned look.

He turned his eyes away abruptly and looked towards another corner in front of the forbidden books area.

The frost and snow outside the French window were faint, and the table and chairs that had been occupied by Harry and I for more than two years,

Now it is empty, welcoming the cold air and slowly falling book dust.

He bit his lip, smelling the blood again at the wound that hadn't healed since Christmas.

In pain, I forced myself to speak.

"It also needs to come from Potter's mouth."

It turns out that it can be so difficult to pretend to mention your last name casually.

"Malfoy..."

I also know that Hermione can see everything.

But no matter what, I don't want my mind to be entangled with the figure that should have been eliminated from my heart again.

It must be because of Gryffindor.

Otherwise, why has my heart, which should have been fine, been troubled for more than a month?

I forced myself to calm down and silently counted in my mind how many responsibilities I had to deal with that were not to be neglected.

She had already planned how to deal with Umbridge, and arranged the lessons for Daphne, Pansy, and Nott.

The review for the elementary wizard test was in full swing. The principles of spells and transfiguration were already well-known.

Even the most reliable subject, Potions, would take nearly two more hours to practice in the Potions classroom after dinner.

These days, I always record my schedule over and over again.

Only in the dead of night,

Let yourself escape from the tearing pain that arises from the depths of your heart and tugs at every inch of your skin.

Only then could I fall asleep in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, exhausted and without time to think carefully.

Fortunately, keeping myself busy is not a difficult thing in the busy fifth grade.

Classes with Severus will also resume.

But what cannot be neglected in the slightest is the subsequent dealings with Voldemort.

After a moment of repeated thinking, he finally calmed down and looked at Granger calmly.

"Voldemort must be shown that there are people who are not afraid to spread the truth."

"If it spreads quickly enough, maybe we can force him to speed up."

"I don't want him to be too relaxed, and I don't want his eyes to be fixed on the Malfoys all the time."

Hermione listened, looked at herself without saying a word, and finally raised her right eyebrow.

"I don't believe your reasons, at least these are not all the reasons."

"But if you're sure you want to do this, I'll help."

"Although I don't know how you're going to contact Skeeter. She's been missing for a long time."

"Just let me worry about that."

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Granger."

Draco said softly, preparing to stand up, but his eyes widened at Hermione's sudden grip on him.

"Are you sure you don't want to come? And you won't allow me to tell Harry that this was your idea?"

"He will be very happy."

He tried to break free politely, but her fingers held him tightly.

The force that was holding him back was not only her fingers, but also Hermione's words.

Even though she didn't know how to use Legilimency and they weren't very familiar with each other, she could always see through my thoughts.

He shook his head coldly, but the frost was deliberately applied.

She just helplessly listened to Granger's next words.

"That's fine..."

"We can only meet Skeeter in the afternoon, okay?"

"Can"

……

"Good luck with your plan."

He spoke stiffly, realizing that at the moment, he could only repeat some social etiquette-like sentences.

"You've lost a lot of weight, Malfoy."

"Harry, too."

Not wanting to continue this topic, he quietly stood up.

"I know, but it's something I have to go through..."

"Hermione—"

I could only speak slowly, word by word.

Looking at the surprise in Granger's eyes, he felt something ruthlessly drooping in the corners of his own eyes.

"Granger."

He lowered his head and ended the meeting in a hurry.

-

My thoughts as I ran out of the library were already blackmailed by my mood.

No matter how much I think about it, I can't get rid of the scarred forehead.

Why have you become thinner? Have you not been sleeping well?

Now people start to believe you.

After that interview is published, more people will believe in you.

On the other hand, maybe you will have to start enduring rumors.

Maybe in this way, I can slowly get closer to your mood?

Slowly, facing the criticism alone.

I don't remember how I stepped out of the castle and came to the courtyard.

All I know is that snowflakes are floating and falling on my hair and neck, and I can still feel a slight chill.

But I don't understand why the falling snow melted into water stains the moment it brushed my cheeks.

The frosty cold was mixed with a scorching heat, and my cheeks had already gone numb.

Standing alone, letting the wind and snow beat against his body, he slowly believed after repeated persuasion.

What flowed down was just melted snow, not tears.

-

Soon, the sugar will come soon. Here is the following paragraph in advance: Dumbledore suddenly held Harry and Draco's wrists with a little excitement. "Love is the greatest magic."

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