Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"You think it's funny that a girl has a name that only has male names, don't you?"

He stared at the boy with cold eyes, not disguising the icy anger in his tone.

His own name was chosen after a celestial constellation, following the naming tradition of his mother's Black family.

What has troubled me since I was a child is the name Draco.

Draco is a rare word in Radiant that is masculine only.

For some reason, Lucius and Narcissa named their daughter after a man's name.

This always made Draco somewhat confused, and became a joke among his peers and many children of wealthy families.

Of course, this kind of ridicule can only be discussed behind people's backs.

I asked my mother again and again about the reason for the name, but her face always darkened for a moment and she didn't say much.

It was not until he grew older that, with the comfort of Severus, he accepted this name and gradually became proud of it.

After all, this is one of the few constellations in the Northern Hemisphere that does not set.

Besides, who says girls can’t become dragons?

Therefore, facing the red-haired boy's teasing, Draco couldn't help but get angry.

"Don't be so timid."

The red-haired boy seemed to flinch at the irritation, which made Draco even more unhappy.

"I'll ask you again, you think my name is funny, don't you?"

Under the cold questioning, the red-haired boy nodded.

Draco raised the corner of his mouth in disdain.

"I don't need to ask who you are. Bright red hair, vulgar manners, and second-hand robes."

You're the Weasleys, aren't you? The downtrodden family that would rather be vulgar than cherish magic."

Draco was satisfied to see that the red-haired boy's freckled face flushed red at his words.

But he didn't notice that Harry's face was also filled with anger.

"As I told you in the robe shop, you should have noticed, Harry Potter."

Some wizarding families are better suited to guide you into the magical world."

"You don't want to be friends with the wrong people, and I'm happy to help you with that."

Draco said, glaring at the red-haired boy.

Although the red-haired boy was angry, he obviously didn't dare to offend him.

It was not until he finished speaking and reached out his hand to Harry that he finally realized that Harry had stood up.

The thin but sharp-lined face was full of resistance.

"I think I can tell who is the wrong person myself, thank you."

Harry said angrily, his hands hanging down by his side.

There was no intention of meeting the hand that was in mid-air.

The red-haired boy seemed to be laughing intentionally or unintentionally, but Draco's mind went blank in an instant.

What did this rude and ignorant guy just say?

The crystal-white face was flushed.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he quickly reached out and tightened the folding fan at his waist.

I heard the cedar wood handle of the folding fan make a slight "click" sound.

He blinked rapidly, bit his lower lip, and finally managed to spit out the words.

"If, I were you, I would be more careful. Potter."

He slowed down his tone, fearing that he would not be able to control his anger and lose his composure in public.

"I'm sorry about your parents' situation. But because of this, you must be more careful."

If, you always wanted to hang out with the gamekeeper, or a family like the Weasleys."

“What would they think if they knew?”

Try to speak your honest thoughts calmly.

After all, if the children of wealthy families were found to be on good terms with the gamekeeper at Hogwarts,

I'm afraid that the principal will immediately be exposed to a scandal of receiving a series of roaring letters.

Furthermore, as an orphan, Harry knew nothing about the magical world.

How could we leave it to the Weasley family who were willing to sympathize with Muggles?

"You can try to insult my family again."

The red-haired boy also stood up and spoke fiercely.

Draco didn't care.

What made her frown deeply was that Harry also crossed his arms across his chest, showing an attitude of support for the challenge.

"You don't want to get violent on the express, do you, Weasley? You really have no manners at all."

Draco narrowed his eyes and spoke with disdain.

But this was met with Harry's counterattack, which became increasingly louder.

"Unless you leave this box now, Malfoy."

Harry stepped in front of Ron, and Draco could clearly see that he had clenched his fists.

My intuitive guess is that perhaps, Harry Potter is more than just an orphan in the wizarding world.

Worse, maybe he was raised by Muggles, which is why he is so rude.

That's why I was so easily attracted by the temperament of the Weasley family.

She bit her lip angrily again, and the handle of the folding fan made a slight sound once again.

"Miss Malfoy..."

It wasn't until he heard Goyle's reminder call from behind that Draco came back to his senses.

I glanced around from the corner of my eye and saw the crowd gathered outside the box talking a lot.

It seemed that his dispute with Harry Potter would eventually spread throughout the Express.

Draco was a little annoyed that he had become the focus of public opinion before he officially enrolled.

He stamped his feet, glared at Harry fiercely, and ignored the Weasley boy.

"You were the one who said you wanted to meet me at Hogwarts, weren't you, Potter?"

"I didn't know you were so arrogant, Malfoy."

He was unwilling to give in even in the final verbal battle, showing no gentlemanly manners, which made Draco even more angry.

"Very good. I will make you regret your choice today."

After saying this, he turned and left, but he couldn't suppress the depression in his chest.

He uttered the first curse in his life as Goyle and Crabbe's eyes widened in shock.

"Stupid Potter."

-

"Draco?"

"Why are you so angry?"

He returned to the box in a bad mood. When Daphne and Pansy saw his appearance, they came up to him worriedly.

Draco just shook his head, as if trying to hide his unhappiness.

Forget all the whispers about "Miss Malfoy approached Potter but was rejected."

Without a word he sank into the plush seat of the box and stared at the darkening scene outside the window.

"Is Harry Potter... a person of bad character?"

"Isn't he one of those idiots who thinks he's so great?"

Daphne asked timidly, and Pansy speculated on her own.

Draco forced a smile at the two concerned people and rubbed his brows gently.

The two of them naturally understood their best friend's temper, and just quietly chatted with Draco.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and a light slowly lit up in the distance outside the dark window that Daphne warned in panic.

"We're almost there! Should we hurry and put on our robes?"

The three men hurriedly stood up and took out robes from the luggage on the rack.

Draco endured Madam Malkin's rough weaving skills.

While looking down at the folding fan placed on the seat, on which creases had been left from the force he had pressed.

Finally, I couldn't help but speak softly.

"Remember this, you arrogant fool."

In the reflection of the car window, Draco's handsome eyebrows were raised, and he didn't realize that he had cursed for the second time today.

Outside the window, the light and shadow of the Hogsmeade platform intertwined.

Vaguely visible in the distance is a castle with a cluster of towers on a mountain.

Hogwarts was within sight.