HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Late at night, a fire was burning in the fireplace in the Slytherin common room.

Draco, who should have gone to bed early, was curled up on the sofa with a worried look on his face.

His platinum-blond hair made his already pale face look even more pale in the firelight.

The gray-blue eyes stared motionlessly in the direction of the girls' dormitory, as if they had turned into a stone looking for their sister.

"how?"

Gareth had appeared in the shadows in the corner of the lounge at some point, and was now walking slowly towards them with an extremely uncomfortable smile on his face.

"Still hesitating?"

He stopped in front of the sofa and leaned over slightly, his shadow falling over Draco.

"Don't you want Cygnus to only have eyes for you? Forever...only for you?"

Draco's pupils suddenly shrank, as if pricked by a needle, and his slightly faded face was instantly covered with frost and undisguised displeasure.

"Selwyn, I think I said I hated being told what to do."

The struggle caused by the potion had already made him extremely irritable, and Gareth's appearance and words added fuel to the fire.

Gareth seemed to be completely unaware of Draco's sharp hostility, or rather, he didn't care at all.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his tone softened a little, with a kind of hypocritical and disgusting "consideration":

"Okay, okay," he spread his hands, "I think I understand your...concerns? Do you need my help?"

"No need!" Draco interrupted him.

Being rejected so directly, the hypocritical smile on Gareth's face finally faded a little.

But he did not get angry. Instead, he took a step forward and completely closed the distance between him and Draco.

He looked down at the platinum-haired boy curled up on the sofa.

The firelight reflected in his beautiful eyes, clearly reflecting Draco's pale, flustered, and forced calm face.

"Don't hesitate at this time, Draco."

The distance is too close!

Draco could even clearly feel Gareth's hot breath on his cheeks and neck.

He leaned back suddenly, trying to create some distance, and his back hit the back of the sofa heavily. His gray-blue eyes were filled with disgust, as if he had been touched by something dirty.

"Stay away from me!" Draco's voice became shrill with extreme disgust and fear. "And! Selwyn! We are not familiar enough to call each other by our Christian names! Be aware of your identity!"

The silver-haired boy stayed where he was, motionlessly looking at the handsome young Slytherin in front of him, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Actually, I think you're not bad, Draco Malfoy."

This incoherent and ambiguous sentence caught Draco's ears unexpectedly.

Draco's whole body stiffened, his gray-blue pupils suddenly contracted, and an indescribable chill instantly ran up from his spine to the top of his head.

He was completely unable to comprehend the meaning of these words. He only felt that Gareth's gaze and words carried an extremely uncomfortable sense of scrutiny and violation.

It made his scalp tingle even more than the previous closeness.

Gareth didn't give him any time to react or question.

After saying this incomprehensible sentence, he shrugged casually, as if he had completed some kind of prank or lost interest.

Then, he turned around neatly and walked towards the boys' dormitory, quickly disappearing into the shadows as if he had never appeared.

"boom."

The sound of the boys' dormitory door closing gently was particularly clear in the silent lounge.

Until Gareth's footsteps disappeared completely.

It was not until the only sound in the Slytherin common room was the monotonous crackling of the fireplace flame that Draco seemed to have all his strength drained away, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

His intuition told him that Selwyn was definitely not a good person.

But the temptation was indeed big enough to hit his spot.

He felt the warmth of the bottle of unknown potion in his arms, and his heart beat violently again.

As if possessed by a ghost, he reached his trembling hand into the inner pocket of his robe, and his fingertips touched the smooth and cold glass bottle.

Holding my breath, I carefully took it out.

What exactly is this?

Selwyn only said it was something that "makes your sister have eyes only for you."

What are the specific effects? What are the side effects?

What if...what if my sister gets hurt?

What if... we're discovered?

This thought instantly extinguished the crazy restlessness in my heart.

He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, as if he wanted to cut something off.

He gritted his teeth and roughly stuffed the bottle of potion back into the deepest pocket of his robe.

never mind!

He yelled to himself in his heart, with a kind of bravado and irritability.

It’s still early! There’s still time to think!

He tried to use this reason to calm his frantic mood.

It seems that procrastination can solve the problem and make the terrible temptation disappear on its own.

However, the brief peace brought by escape was soon replaced by another heavier sorrow.

He collapsed back into the cold sofa, his platinum-colored head leaning weakly against the backrest.

The fire in the fireplace flickered, casting a swaying shadow on his pale face.

Because of the cold war with Cygnus, Pansy no longer chatters around him like before, and Blaise's eyes on him are also distant.

Those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, seemed to sense the change in atmosphere and became cautious and even dodgy in front of him.

The small circle of Slytherins that once surrounded him, the feeling of being the center of attention, disappeared.

Now, he was like an abandoned pawn in a corner, curled up alone in the common room late at night, with no one paying attention to him.

An unprecedented feeling of loneliness overwhelmed him like a cold tide.

He hugged his knees tightly, as if he could get some warmth from it.

Could it be... could it be really like what those gossipers or the idiots in Gryffindor said?

Is he, Draco Malfoy, nothing without the halo of the Malfoy family name and the protection of his sister Cygnus?

Is he just a useless parasite who depends on his family and relies on the protection of his ancestors to show off his power?

This thought was like a poisoned dagger, piercing through the shell he had constructed over more than a decade with arrogance and pure-blood superiority, revealing the pale, fragile, self-doubting core within.

A strong sour feeling surged to the tip of my nose, and my eye sockets became hot and swollen uncontrollably.

want to cry.

Grievances, loneliness, fear of being abandoned, and denial of one's own worth.

All these emotions weighed on his chest like a huge rock, almost crushing him.

Draco bit his lower lip so hard that he could taste the rusty blood.

Use physical pain to forcibly block those cowardly tears.

He can't go on like this!

He can't always be the "Little Mr. Malfoy" who hides under his sister's wings and shows off his family's reputation!

He couldn't let Cygnus.

Always looking at him with disappointed and cold eyes.