Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

On the last day of the semester, on the platform leaving school, Draco was carefully wiping the dust off his suitcase.

Pansy and Daphne had not shown up yet, giving Draco some time to sort out his chaotic emotions of the past few days.

She was so caught up in the adventure in the secret room that she almost forgot that this summer vacation she would have to fulfill the social responsibilities that come with being the daughter of a wealthy family.

It was not until my mother wrote to remind me that I thought about the important event of this year -

The débutante ball is a must before entering a formal social occasion.

Fortunately, thanks to the habits I developed since childhood, it is not too late to start practicing now.

Even so, he was exhausted enough to be unrecognizable, and even his Quidditch performance was absurd.

"D…Malfoy."

Hearing a call, he turned his head.

Apart from the bustling crowd of students walking back and forth, there was no one calling out to him.

Understand what's going on.

"You don't dare to call my name again?"

Said softly.

"I'm afraid you're still angry."

Harry finally mustered up the courage. No matter what, he had to talk to Draco on the last day of the semester.

Last night, Harry was still worrying about how to make up an excuse. Fortunately, Hermione directly asked Ron to help her move the books, which bought Harry about half an hour of free time.

"How can anyone stay angry for so long?"

Draco smiled gently, and Harry finally felt relieved.

"Actually, this is better for Dobby."

"It's just that you shouldn't embarrass your father in front of me."

("When else should I do it?")

Harry muttered to himself, but of course he wouldn't say it out loud. So he changed the topic and asked.

"At that time, you had something on your mind, right?"

This is what Hermione hinted that she must ask Draco after listening to Harry's retelling of the Chamber of Secrets.

"Did you guess it?"

Draco opened his eyes wide in surprise and smiled charmingly.

"Uh... just... some random thoughts."

"Are you worried about Riddle? The diary has been destroyed, and he won't pose any threat anymore."

I continued to make up stories following Hermione's hints, hoping to keep the topic going.

"Yeah, it's okay."

Draco smiled, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

She certainly didn't hope that Harry would understand what was bothering her at the time.

Fortunately, after that night, my father seemed to be frightened as well.

He seemed to have little interest in the topic of the Dark Lord, and often looked at his mother and himself with loving care in life.

Although he understood his father's concerns and the etiquette of wealthy families, he also knew that he should not pry too much.

Give your father some time. When the time comes, he will naturally explain it to you.

The two fell into silence.

"By the way! Happy birthday! I'm sorry it's a little late."

"You're a whole month late!"

The sudden blessing made Draco laugh out loud.

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded, and Ron's cries for Harry's help in moving books were heard on the platform.

"Well, as a return gift. Happy summer vacation."

Realizing that their conversation was coming to an end, Draco spoke quickly.

"Oh no, my summer vacations are never very happy."

“The happiest time is at school.”

Harry also hurriedly said that he had better go and help Ron.

In addition, he also caught a glimpse of Pansy and Daphne walking onto the platform.

"Then...happy next semester?"

Draco tilted his head slightly, and his platinum hair emitted charming halos in the sunlight.

"You too. See you next semester!"

He wished he could take off his cloak and show Draco how happy he was smiling.

But doing so might arouse the curiosity of Pansy and Daphne, and then I would have to explain it to them.

He had no choice but to wrap himself in a cloak and run towards the Gryffindor students who were loudly laughing at Ron.

The boredom of the past two months had long been swept away from the two people's hearts.

Hearing Harry's footsteps fade away, Draco turned his head.

I walked towards Pansy and Daphne who were smiling brightly, and watched Pansy holding up the picture book in her hand as if she had won.

"I've done it! Let's show everyone how great we are in two months!"

"Keep your voice down and be polite!"

"It doesn't matter. You are always responsible for things like noble temperament."

"Pansy..."

Draco smiled as Pansy and Daphne played around, then walked quickly towards them.

The fluttering platinum hair and the laughter of the girls hugging each other made the scenery of Hogsmeade even more delightful and fascinating.