Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Tom Riddle, it turns out, was a student who enrolled more than fifty years ago.

Also a Slytherin, and a former prefect and Head Boy.

He was awarded a medal in 1943 for his special contribution to the school during his time there.

Other than that, nothing was found.

Draco pursed his lips, pressed the folding fan to his lips, and held back a yawn.

Just as I was about to leave the library, a hand suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my robe between the bookshelves.

Frightened by the rude behavior, he was about to get angry, but when he turned around, he was frightened by the face that appeared in front of him and dared not move.

Harry Potter was looking at himself with weak eyes and helpless expression.

"Lockhart said you were the one who asked him to come to me."

"And you told him I was handing out autographed photos?"

The emerald green eyes showed fatigue, but concealed a hint of accusation.

Feeling guilty, Draco blinked and looked away vaguely.

He clasped his hands in front of him, and couldn't help but hunch his shoulders and take a few steps back.

"Malfoy...?"

Seeing the usually arrogant Draco showing a timid look,

Harry narrowed his eyes as if he had caught his prey and stepped forward.

"Could it be... that Lockhart would suddenly show up before the Herbology class..."

“No…No…Ah!”

Harry's sudden mention of Herbology made Draco, who was caught off guard, even more flustered and he kept backing away.

Suddenly, there was a slight pain in my shoulder blade with a "thump". It turned out that I had bumped into the heavy bookshelf that exuded a woody scent.

Looking around, there is no way to retreat.

Behind Harry's round-frame glasses, accusatory gazes kept approaching.

Draco bit his lip and glanced to the left of the bookshelf, at the corridor leading to the library door.

Just as he turned his shoulder slightly, he heard a sudden "whoosh" sound in his ear, and the sleeves of Gryffindor's robes flew in front of him.

Harry seemed to see through Draco's intention to escape, and stretched out his left hand to press against the bookshelf, blocking Draco's ear.

"Po...Potter?"

The sudden move made Draco panic-stricken.

Harry had already moved forward a few inches while blocking the way.

"Don't try to escape, Malfoy."

Harry pressed on, the curly black hair and emerald green eyes seemed to have some magical power.

The entanglement and flashing made Draco a little flustered.

I could vaguely feel my cheeks and the back of my neck gradually becoming warm.

"What's going on with that guy Lockhart?"

"Did you know that he offered to take charge of my labor services?"

Draco couldn't help laughing when he heard Harry's almost collapsed voice.

He stuck out his tongue and spoke jokingly in the tension of being forced too close.

"You asked for it. You wanted to be a speedster celebrity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry rushed to speak.

"Do you know what his labor service is? Help him reply to letters and practice how to write autograph photos!"

The absurd content made Draco burst out laughing, and he quickly covered it up with a cough.

In his panic, he was smug about his trick having worked, but it didn't escape Harry's observation.

Harry narrowed his eyes and moved closer, bending his arms that had been straight.

The distance between the two people became closer.

Draco could almost feel the warmth from Harry's angry breath.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she gradually looked more helpless and embarrassed.

"Won't you explain yourself, Malfoy?"

"Who was it that was talking nonsense to Lockhart?"

"I thought that a lady from a noble family couldn't lie."

Harry said this as he moved closer, his voice lower and more threatening.

Draco could only hunch his shoulders and lower his head slightly.

She pursed her lips tightly and moved her cheeks slightly left and right, trying to avoid Harry's gaze that was fixed on her.

Of course, Harry didn't let himself off so easily.

Draco felt the back of his neck become even hotter, and his nervous, anxious and rapid heartbeat became even more violent, making his chest numb.

Compared to the rare timidity of the Malfoy daughter, Harry's expression was full of arrogance.

The corners of his mouth trembled and slightly curled up.

Obviously, he couldn't hide the joy of the reversal that had forced Draco into a corner.

What he didn't expect was that this smug look would actually make Draco calm down.

Harry was about to move forward again, but this time, a black shadow flashed before his eyes.

Then, there was a soft "pop" sound in the ear and a burning pain in the forehead.

Draco finally couldn't stand Harry's pressure and pulled out his folding fan.

In the mixture of shame and anger, the red glow on her fair face,

At the same time, he had already slapped Harry's forehead hard with the folding fan.

"You're too close! Pervert Potter!"

Her cheeks were slightly warm, her eyes were filled with resentment, and her tone was filled with slight anger, which made Harry stop criticizing her.

He looked down at the way he was forcing Draco, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

He loosened his left hand, swallowed his saliva, and quickly stepped back.

Then, with a flash of stubbornness in Draco's eyes, he spoke in defense.

"I...I just told him that I 'heard' what you did."

"I didn't lie, I just...maybe...I heard it wrong..."

The clear voice highlighted her flickering, evasive eyes, and somehow, the more Draco spoke, the more guilty he seemed.

As soon as the words were spoken, the voice still echoed in Harry's ears.

Draco had already lowered his head and quickly fled out of the library in small steps.

Harry was left with a bewildered look on his face. After finally realizing that Draco was just joking, he stood there in a daze, feeling both angry and amused.