Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Looking at the diary in front of her, she listened to Draco recount her experiences with the diary.

Harry stared at Draco from the side. His slightly straight nose and long eyelashes were made to look even more handsome against his snow-white face.

Her long platinum hair was combed from her shoulders to her chest, and you could vaguely see her delicate neck.

She found it difficult to even concentrate on what Draco was saying.

"Hey! Potter! Are you listening to me?"

It was not until she complained a little dissatisfiedly that Harry's mind was drawn back from vision to hearing.

"Um... sorry..."

Draco's eyes showed a hint of anger, and Harry hurriedly apologized.

"But... maybe it's because of the transformation potion. It's a little hard to concentrate."

Draco blinked suspiciously, then suddenly laughed.

"Your dazed expression is too much like Goyle."

He explained to the confused Harry, raising his hands and stretching.

Maybe it was because it was the holiday, maybe because they were in the hall, maybe it was the first time Harry and Draco sat down and talked, for some reason, Draco felt relieved and behaved in the way he only did at home.

Harry watched the bottom of her short sweater being pulled up, swallowed, and tried to look away, but he couldn't help but glance at Draco's waist.

Draco's crisp voice came, drawing Harry's attention back.

"I'm sorry. I forgot you drank the transformation potion. Do you want to rest for a moment?"

Harry found it difficult to adapt to Draco's apology.

Over the past year or so, Harry had already formed an opinion of Draco's personality.

The other party is an arrogant young lady who is not a bad person by nature, but does not know how to empathize with others and has inexplicable prejudices.

But it was not until today that I really noticed her beautiful face, which was still childish, her elegant temperament, her faint fragrance, and her charming demeanor with a smile.

Seeing Harry showing Goyle's dull expression again, Draco couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go see Madam Pomfrey after the effects of the drug wear off?"

"No, no. I'm fine."

"Were you talking about nightmares?"

Harry declined immediately, thinking that the Transfiguration Potion was against the rules after all, and going to the ward now would be like turning himself in.

Gore's low and hoarse voice, accompanied by an anxious tone, sounded extremely unpleasant.

"Let's talk about it later. At least drink some tea first, it can relax and refresh you."

Draco stood up and walked towards the chest of drawers next to him, smiling as he asked.

"It must be disgusting, right? Drinking Goyle's hair."

Harry also stood up hurriedly and came to Draco, feeling confused.

Is this really the tsundere, arrogant girl who has been picking on me for the past year or so?

Thinking this, he stared at Draco.

She was expertly weighing the weight of tea leaves and the temperature of the hot water.

Harry thought about it and realized that perhaps the only way he could help was to help set up the precious porcelain tea set.

Realizing Harry's desire to help, Draco smiled and thanked Harry.

Harry smiled back, not noticing that what Draco saw was a toothache-like expression on Gower's dull face.

Harry crouched down and carefully opened the cupboard door.

While marveling at the fact that there were such thick fingers in the world, she noticed that Draco was wearing thicker white tights than usual.

Maybe it's to keep warm?

Compared to Gryffindor, Slytherin Hall is always a bit damp and cold.

Harry was slightly distracted, and the cup handle that was hooked on his index finger slipped off, hitting Draco's feet and falling onto the stone slab, shattering all over the floor.

Draco cried out, and Harry subconsciously pressed down on Draco's foot that had been hit, as if his white pantyhose had been stained red and he was trying to stop the bleeding in a hurry.

He kept apologizing and cursing himself.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry..."

Harry looked up at Draco, expecting to see a raging rage.

But Draco surprised himself once again.

She just shook her head, a perfectly normal response.

"It's okay, don't worry."

As he said this, he picked up his wand and pointed it at the broken porcelain on the ground.

"Restored as new."

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Harry remained crouching, watching the fragments coalesce into shape and float onto the top of the five-drawer counter at the flick of Draco's wand.

"Po...Po..."

She heard Draco calling again and turned to look at her, noticing that Draco's cheeks were slightly flushed.

"My feet are fine."

Speaking softly.

Only then did he realize that he was still pressing tightly on Draco's instep.

He stood up hurriedly with a red face, and accidentally rubbed the open cabinet door.

She had no choice but to endure the sharp pain in her waist and apologize to Draco.

"Go back and sit down. Your body has suddenly become so big, so you probably need to get used to it."

Draco's cheeks were still red as he smiled at Harry.

Harry could only nod stupidly and sit back down in the loveseat.

Draco calculated the time and poured tea for both of them.

The foot that was hit by the porcelain cup didn't hurt much, but the part that was held tightly by Harry felt a burning sensation.

On the one hand, I am grateful for Harry's concern, but on the other hand, I am also concerned about his recklessness.

("Who would grab a lady's feet so suddenly!")

Thinking of this, my cheeks warmed up again.

Not long after, Draco returned to his seat with breakfast tea for both of them.

After expressing his thanks profusely, Harry took a sip of his hot tea.

But Draco's surprised look made Harry stop.

"Is there something on my face?"

Harry asked blankly, but Draco just pointed at his hair.

He quickly put down the teacup and touched the top of his head.

When the fingers passed in front of my eyes, I found that they had become much thinner and longer.

The feel of his hair and the loosening of his clothes told Harry that

The transformation potion was taking effect and he was changing back to his original form.

Draco's expression confirmed it.

The two of them waited quietly for the transformation process to be over.

During the process, Harry could see flashes of humor and anger in Draco's eyes.

The clothes were loose and it was obvious that Harry's appearance had completely recovered.

Draco's voice sounded dangerously sweet.

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