Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

This time, it was Draco's answer that surprised Harry.

Just looking straight at the girl in front of him, who must have been cared for and loved since childhood, had only one thought flashing through her mind.

The Slytherin princess, the Malfoy daughter, would she choose to face unknown danger just to be angry with me?

"What on earth are you looking at, Potter!"

Draco seemed uncomfortable being stared at by Harry, and his snow-white cheeks turned a little red.

He paused, blushed, met Harry's gaze and questioned.

"You wouldn't, I mean, you must know—"

Harry responded while choosing his words carefully, fearing that he might accidentally annoy his arrogant companion.

However, as they looked into each other's eyes, they gradually realized that the unexpressible thoughts in each other's hearts became clearer and clearer.

He was wondering why she was fighting for the potion so rudely.

I gradually understood that behind her declaration of victory was her belief that if she took action herself, she would be less likely to get into danger.

After all, she had tried it in the Forbidden Forest.

By revealing the name of the Malfoy family, perhaps a fatal outcome could be delayed or even avoided.

But she realized from his worry that her words had some impact.

He no longer cared who was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

What he cared about was that the Philosopher's Stone must not fall into the hands of the Dark Lord, no matter who did it.

He discovered it in the clear, pure, kind and courageous green. More importantly, he had already made up his mind.

If he really had to fight the Dark Lord, he would never want to implicate his companions.

Their eyes never left each other, and as they stared at each other for more than five minutes, their thoughts gradually became intertwined.

The dimly lit room was silent, save for the soft, crisp sound of magical flames.

Everyone knows that Quirrell or Snape is no longer important.

Everyone knows that the most dangerous thing is that once you go forward alone, you may have to face the person whose name cannot be revealed.

They all knew that although the fear of the future made them unwilling to reveal their true thoughts,

However, neither of them was willing to do so, as the other was the one who had traveled through the black fire.

Although, I still don't quite understand why there is such an obsession with protecting another person.

The heartbeats in their chests had become disordered without them noticing.

The three nights of meeting Maomao for the first time, encountering the giant monster, and the forbidden forest,

There are some hints of déjà vu, yet it feels distinctly different.

I can't tell why, it's obviously a crisis, my mind is in a mess,

But in each other's eyes, they also felt a peace and tranquility that they had never experienced before.

His right hand was always tightly holding her left wrist as it reached for the medicine bottle, and he never let go as it hung in front of the table.

"Let me go, okay?"

Finally, it was Harry who spoke first.

It broke the silence and reminded Draco that his wrist was still held by Harry.

Draco didn't reply, but just lowered his head and withdrew his left hand.

The residual warmth from Harry's palm still remained on the fair left wrist, passing through the skin and heating Draco's cheek.

She remained silent, breathing slowly, waiting for the blush to fade away.

At the same time, I was busy convincing myself in my heart—

It must have been the eye contact just now that distracted me and made me forget to care.

My mind was in a mess, and I just listened to Harry speaking loudly again.

"If that person is really with him, no matter who he is..."

"At least, I managed to escape once before. Maybe I will have a chance to escape this time too."

I slowly raised my head as he spoke, and noticed that his firm tone suppressed my trembling.

Before Draco could reply, Harry continued to speak rapidly.

"Hermione should have written to Dumbledore. Perhaps you could go back to the common room and rest?"

"Be careful not to be discovered by Professor McGonagall or Filch."

"If you need to, you can take the invisibility cloak. I'll leave it outside Momo's door."

"Thank you, I know you hate us."

Listening to Harry's words, a complicated look slowly appeared in Draco's eyes.

He opened his mouth several times, but had to close it again with a lot of emotions.

Until the last sentence.

"I didn't—"

After waiting for a long time for Harry to finish speaking, she wanted to open her mouth to argue, but was surprised to find that he was walking towards her.

With the words still on his lips, he looked at Harry with some fear as he stretched out his right hand towards him.

"I'm sorry. I got a little too angry on the express."

"It's really rude to refuse a girl's initiative to shake hands."

Sometimes I think, if I had told you properly at that time—"

"'Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to be friends with Ron.'"

“If that were the case, I wonder if this year would be a little less chaotic.”

Looking at Harry scratching his head with his left hand and smiling shyly, Draco stared at the boy in front of him in a daze.

After hesitating for a long time, I still felt embarrassed by his frankness.

I was too embarrassed to extend my hand in return.

She just gently raised her right hand holding the folding fan, suppressed her shyness, and spoke to Harry.

"Bow your head for me."

The two men were of similar height, and the raised folding fan was in front of Harry's forehead in the blink of an eye.

I thought about the ritual my mother would always mention when she told me stories about Morgan and Arthur's adventures when I was a child.

The magician will whisper spells and offer blessings to the soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield.

Even if he knew, he certainly didn't have any spell powerful enough to ensure that Harry would not be harmed.

But I still want to express my gratitude for his courage and sincerity.

It was far less direct than Harry's, but it was such an obvious show of goodwill mixed into the ceremony.

Draco, who was used to being reserved and awkward since childhood, blushed on his childish face.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at Draco's behavior.

Then, I remembered the legends mentioned in the Muggle textbooks when I was a child.

Somehow, she reacted instinctively and plopped down on one knee, bowing her head towards Draco.

“You…you…!!!”

"What's wrong? Isn't this what we should do?"

Faced with Harry's confused questions as he knelt on one knee, Draco was simply anxious and troubled.

I wanted to explain to Harry that my originally innocent blessing had been messed up by him.

It had become Harry's chivalrous courtesy to Draco.

However, due to my personality, I could only feel anxious in secret and couldn’t say anything.

Besides, every extra minute they spend together means less time to rescue the Philosopher's Stone.

Feeling ashamed and angry in her heart, she could only admit that it was her own insincerity that caused Harry to misunderstand her.

There is a hint of stubbornness and awkwardness in the shy eyes.

I lowered my head and felt a warm feeling on the back of my neck.

Harry also lowered his head, and seeing Draco's embarrassed, anxious and angry look, his face turned dark red.

Each of them suppressed their trembling hearts, and Draco took a deep breath, fluttered his folding fan, and tapped Harry's messy curly hair and shoulders in turn. Recreating the solemn ceremony in the legend, it relieved the tension and aroused the playfulness of the young.

They stole a shy glance at each other, and as they looked away, they each smiled. Draco spoke with trembling lips, and Harry responded solemnly.

"Give me this lady, come back alive."

"As you command, young lady."

Then, Harry stood up, drank the smallest potion, and disappeared into the black flames. —— After Harry's figure disappeared, Draco did not rush to drink the potion that would make people retreat. He just walked quietly to the long table and spoke thoughtfully.

"The levels will reset, right?"

"I will not let you take risks alone."

After hesitating for a while and confirming that no one was in the room, he cursed softly. "Stupid Potter."

Then, he gently closed his eyes and waited for the next level to begin.

But he could never wait for the circle of fire to subside, nor for the flames to start again.

He could only look at the door behind the black fire with increasing anxiety, hoping that Harry would appear, but also worried that what would appear was Quirrell or even the Dark Lord.

It was not until a while later that he gradually lost his patience and looked at the empty small potion bottle.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he hastily picked up the potion on the far right of the long table. However, he did not drink it all at once, but poured the potion into the purple flame behind him.

Soon, the flames sank into the ground, but rose again the moment Draco moved his feet. It seemed that the reset condition of the level required everyone who entered the level to take corresponding actions.

Watching the bottles return to their original state, he discovered that the order of the arrangement had changed, as had the content of the riddle. Draco did not want to think about it any more, so he mustered up his courage, picked up the smallest bottle, compared it with the other bottles, confirmed that the potion inside was just enough for one person to pass through, and drank it all.

As the magic potion went down his throat, a piercing chill hit him. Then, he gritted his teeth and walked through the black flames. The moment he opened the door, he didn't notice a tall figure hurriedly walking into the fire circle behind him.

But after seeing his own back, he hesitated for a moment, then slowed down his movements and slowly walked out of the room. —— "Ah!!!!!!!"

"Master! Master! My hand! My hand!"

"Then kill him, idiot, do it quickly!!!"

"what!!!!!!"

Draco had just pushed open the gate door when he was frightened by the screams inside and took a step back.

It was not until I heard a bang and felt a pain in my back that I realized the stone door behind me had already closed tightly.

Harry half fell to the ground, writhing with Quirrell.

Screams and howls echoed throughout the stone chamber. As the two men struggled, Harry looked in agony, but he kept his palms pressed against Quirrell's face.

Quirrell's body was covered with white smoke, and the turban on his head had already loosened. He was wailing as if he was in torture. Draco then discovered that where Quirrell's back of the head should be was a flat, deadly white face.

The strange sight frightened Draco so much that he could not move his limbs and forgot about the folding fan that fell to the ground.

Then he realized that the face seemed to be struggling painfully, trying to break away from Quirrell's body.