Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

As the three of them walked down to the cellar, before they could enter the common room, Pansy, with her back to Draco, suddenly spoke seriously.

"I don't know if you mean that, but..."

"Even though it's annoying for Granger to pretend to know something when he doesn't, I still think that word shouldn't be said."

"We've argued about this before. Not everyone's family is so 'pure blood'."

Pansy, who was always straightforward, suddenly became stern, which made Draco feel uneasy.

The humiliation of being accused in public and the pain of being unable to defend myself filled my heart.

It also makes the throat hoarse and the eyes dry.

"I...I didn't..."

"sorry......"

I tried to say something, but no words came out, so I could only apologize softly.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, he understood to some extent that what Weasley said was not wrong.

Although I don't want to swear because of my status,

But this cannot conceal the discrimination against Muggle blood in the previous words.

I remember that when I was a child, I even had several arguments with Pansy about this.

After all, Parkinson's last name is very common in the Muggle world.

In the eyes of some more radical purebred families (such as the mother's native Black family), the Parkinson family's situation is

Only slightly better than the pure-blood traitor Weasley and Potter, who was expelled from the Sacred Twenty-Eight because he was a half-blood.

The attitude that he inadvertently revealed obviously touched the corner of Pansy's heart that she didn't want to talk about.

"I'm going back to my room."

Pansy said stiffly, with a restrained tone, and lowered her head.

After saying the secret words, he walked straight into the depths of the lounge without looking back.

"Draco...I...I'm going to go accompany Pansy first..."

Daphne, who had been holding back from speaking the entire time, spoke softly.

After watching Draco nod, he walked over gently and hugged his best friend tightly.

"It's okay, I'll just accompany her, don't worry."

"It's because it was said by someone I care about very much, that's why Pansy reacted so strongly."

"In the future... just don't do this..."

Amid Daphne's gentle persuasion and hug, Draco's tears seeped out of his eyes, wetting his long eyelashes.

"Go quickly..."

"I also want to be alone for a while."

"Please talk to her for me. I'm really sorry..."

"I did not mean that......"

She tried hard to hold back her tears, and after Daphne walked into the lounge, she stood outside the door alone, adjusting her breathing.

After making sure there was no sign of sadness on his face, he walked back to the dormitory.

They sat like this until night, Daphne stayed with Pansy all the time and even missed dinner time.

Regretting the momentary annoyance that had destroyed the close friendship among the three of them, I felt a turmoil in my heart that I had no way of resolving.

Draco paced back and forth in the room, sometimes smoothing his hair, sometimes twisting his fingers anxiously.

After biting his lips and frowning countless times, he finally couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, so he pulled out the wooden box from the desk and took out the diary.

He dipped the brush in ink and left traces of words on the old paper.

My name is Draco Malfoy. ?

Then, watch the words disappear and then gather again.

Good night, dear Miss Malfoy.

Please accept my sincere apologies for the previous offense. ?

The polite reply calmed Draco's flustered mood a little because of the familiar response.

Thank you for your understanding.

I have also been rude. ?

Please don't take it to heart.

A lady's momentary impoliteness often comes from a man's inexplicable abruptness.

The gentlemanly conversation brought a faint smile to Draco's lips.

Watched the writing fade again, and also watched it reappear.

So, please allow me to introduce you again.

My name is Tom Riddle.

Is there anything I can do for you, dear Miss Malfoy?

He brushed the tail of the quill across his chin and inhaled softly.

Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Riddle. ?

While writing my thanks, I had unknowingly relieved myself from the emotions in Riddle's gentle writing style.

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A few days later, Harry was bored, listening to Lockhart's smugness while signing a pile of autographs.

Suddenly, a cold voice came to my ears.

"Come... come to me..."

"what?"

Harry exclaimed, but Lockhart just continued to talk about his great achievements.

Harry was confused until the next low humming sound entered his head.

"Let me tear you apart... Let me tear you to pieces... Let me kill you..."