Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

When Harry returned to the hall, he found that there were few people in the hall, and Hermione and Ginny were not there either.

He looked up at the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, then walked back to his room and put down his torn and messy backpack.

After hiding the diary in the storage box where the invisibility cloak was stored, she recalled Draco's miserable face.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the invisibility cloak and hurried to the ward.

When I passed the corridor outside the Charms classroom, I found that the crowd had thinned out.

I thought to myself that I should go find Ron later and hope that he wasn't punished with any labor service again.

Draco was not in the ward.

This made Harry a little upset.

I couldn't take off my cloak and ask Madam Pomfrey if Draco Malfoy had been here.

After worrying for a while, they decided to try their luck in the small corner of the library where they used to hang out.

Before leaving, I went to the cupboard where medicines were kept and grabbed a bottle of painkillers when no one was paying attention.

For some reason, it seemed like something Draco would do, taking advantage of his sick leave and not having to go to class to look up information about the Chamber of Secrets in the library.

Because if it were Harry, he would most likely do the same thing.

as predicted.

On the round table in front of the French window, Draco was wrapped in a blanket, curled up with his back facing him.

There was a heavy, thick, old book on the table.

Harry looked around and confirmed that Pansy and Daphne were not nearby. For some reason, he felt a little excited in his heart.

Approaching quietly, I found Draco lying on the ancient book exhausted.

Her smooth blond hair spread out on the table, shining in the light that filtered through the window and reflected off the snow.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her hands were exposed outside the blanket, gently stroking her lower abdomen.

Harry took off his scarf and gently put it over her hand. The back of her smooth hand felt cold.

Because of his extreme discomfort, Draco did not sleep deeply.

She woke up when Harry's scarf and fingers touched her.

At first I saw a pair of hands hanging in the air quickly disappear, and my folded fingers covered the Gryffindor scarf.

There was a mixture of surprise and fear.

Before he could even scream, the image of Harry's head floating in the air appeared before his eyes.

Seeing that Draco was frightened, Harry quickly pulled down his cloak and pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling Draco not to make a sound.

After getting Draco's permission, he sat down next to her.

He took out the potion he had just stolen from his pocket and placed it in front of Draco.

"I just stole it from the ward. I wonder if drinking it will make you feel better."

Draco seemed to be still digesting what had just happened, and it took him a while to react.

"What are you doing here?"

"You have already learned the Disillusionment Charm?"

"Wait a minute! Why didn't you tell me earlier that you knew the Disillusionment Charm?"

"Wouldn't that give us more time to investigate the secret room?"

"Well......"

After a barrage of questions, he bent over in pain again.

Harry raised his hand, wanting to pat Draco on the back but afraid to do so.

Draco was found huddled together, with one hand raised, fumbling about on the table.

He seemed to be looking for potion and quickly pushed the bottle over.

Unable to bear it any longer, she didn't think twice, tilted her fair neck back, and swallowed the potion in one gulp.

Then he lay on the table, breathing softly, his shoulders shaking.

Harry no longer cared about the etiquette of physical contact and stroked Draco's back up and down, hoping to make her feel better.

Draco could clearly feel her tremor when she touched him.

Draco didn't shy away from his touch, which made Harry feel a little happy.

"Why don't you go to the ward to rest?"

"Where are Parkinson and Greengrass?"

While asking the question, he explained to Draco that he had only inherited his father's invisibility cloak.

"Who...Who wants to go to that kind of place..."

I protested weakly, but couldn't bring myself to say a real reason for my resistance.

Soon after he began to writhe with stomach pain, the news spread instantly to the entire school, with Slytherin as the core.

I have received a lot of chocolate, hot cocoa, and some kind of tea today.

It seemed that many people thought that this was an opportunity to show goodwill to the eldest daughter of the Malfoy family.

But who would want such a private matter to be made public?

If we go to the ward again, wouldn't it prove this further?

"Pansy and Daphne went back to their dorms, and we all want some time alone."

"Your little girlfriend is so stubborn, and neither of them is very happy."

He spoke quietly, waiting for the drug to take effect, not forgetting to tease Harry.

"She's not... Never mind."

Harry was about to make an explanation, but when he saw Draco's expression, he lost interest in arguing.

Although I don't understand the subtle thoughts behind Draco's insistence on not going to the ward,

But one could vaguely guess that she would rather endure the pain than suffer humiliation.

This is not hard to relate to.

If possible, Harry would rather be hit by a Borg again in exchange for the embarrassment of being confessed to today.