Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The scene inside the bathroom was shocking.

The bathroom, which is usually dark and damp, is now bright and pleasant.

A large crimson bird with long, shimmering golden feathers was circling in the high-ceilinged bathroom.

Clutched in its paw was the familiar Sorting Hat.

"Get out! Get out! You stupid bastard! This is my territory!"

Moaning Myrtle screamed.

Draco was full of confusion, but Harry vaguely knew what the creature in front of him was.

They might have met in Dumbledore's office.

"Is it Fox?"

Harry whispered to the large bird, and the phoenix responded with a joyful cry.

Moaning Myrtle continued to scream in protest until Draco covered her ears and asked her about death, and she quieted down.

"It was very, very scary. All I remember was seeing these huge yellow eyes, and then -"

"I died. Right there."

Pointed to a washbasin that looked to have been in disrepair for a long time.

Fox stopped and used the sheen of his tail to illuminate the patina-covered sink.

Harry and Draco examined them one by one and found a faucet carved with a snake on the left.

Once again, they exchanged glances.

I didn't realize that tonight, looking into each other's eyes had become a habit. I also didn't realize that exchanging thoughts while looking at each other was extremely natural.

Harry thought of the black snake Draco had summoned in the Dueling Club.

He spoke confidently to the snake moving near the faucet.

"Open."

I heard a strange hissing sound coming from my ears.

Then, white light burst out from the sink, and the faucet collapsed backwards, revealing a bottomless stone cave.

Harry raised his broom, but Fawkes gave a warning cry.

It circled out of its hole, motioning for Harry and Draco to grab the long feathers of its tail.

Each of them stretched out their hands and grabbed a tuft of long feathers, but when Fox flapped his wings and took off, the feathers slipped out of their hands.

The phoenix cried in reproach.

Both of them were stunned.

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"Well, maybe it would be more stable if one person holds it with both hands."

Harry's heart was beating fast, but it wasn't entirely because he was nervous about entering the Chamber of Secrets.

“Indeed…indeed.”

Draco bowed his head.

Although he couldn't see her expression, Harry could catch a glimpse of her red earlobes beneath her blonde hair.

"So, the other person might want to..."

"…………"

The bathroom fell into silence, not noticing that Moaning Myrtle was staring at the two with interest.

Suddenly, Fawkes swung the Sorting Hat at Harry and grabbed the brooms in both of their hands with his feet, making a loud and impatient sound.

As if he had been severely reprimanded by Dumbledore, Harry hurriedly handed the Sorting Hat to Draco.

After Draco took it in one hand, he awkwardly and tremblingly stretched out his arm and put it around Draco's shoulders.

He tried to grab Fox's tail feathers with both hands, but couldn't close them.

Fox seemed to roll his eyes.

"No... that's not the case..."

Draco protested in a tiny voice, and Harry could feel through his stiff arms that she was trembling slightly.

Draco felt himself almost feverish as he leaned towards Harry's chest, raising his left hand slightly.

Harry finally understood and put his hand under Draco's armpit.

"You...watch your hands!"

Draco warned in a tense tone.

Growing up, I have never been so close to a man of the same age.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Harry apologized stiffly.

Despite being careful, his forearm still accidentally scratched Draco's chest.

Draco exclaimed softly, and he and Harry both blushed and lowered their heads.

After a moment, Harry raised his hand and motioned for Draco to put his right hand around his neck.

"what!"

"Yeah...sorry!"

When it was Draco's turn to reach out, his fist accidentally hit Harry on the back of the head.

For some reason, the two men's limbs were extremely stiff, as if they had just escaped from a full-body binding spell.

After adjusting his posture several times, Harry finally mustered up the courage to

Asking Draco to face her, lower his head, and let her put her hands around the back of her neck.

He reached out his hands and passed them under her arms, then put his hands together behind Draco's back to grab the Phoenix.

Although it was only a few dozen seconds, Fox had already flapped his wings impatiently several times.

Harry naturally hugged the girl in front of him who was hot all over, and he himself felt very hot.

Fox seemed finally satisfied, and suddenly flew up and rushed into the tunnel.

As Draco exclaimed, his hands around Harry's neck moved closer, and Harry involuntarily hugged Draco tighter.

As he sank rapidly, Harry bowed his head and apologized to Draco.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hug..."

"No... don't say it... stupid Potter..."

In the secret room, there was the sound of gurgling water.

Next to the lying red-haired girl, Tom Riddle, who had just taken out the diary, looked at the ten fingers that were gradually gathering together with satisfaction, his eyes glowing red.