Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

I'm wrong.

That's absolutely wrong.

Sure enough, I should have run away when I ran into Draco, instead of stupidly staying there and agreeing to the absurd thing of becoming friends with him.

Even a fool would know that Draco had ulterior motives.

Why didn't I think it through at the time?

Because of this so-called friendship, when we accidentally bumped into Draco later, we had to greet each other awkwardly.

"...Hello, Draco Malfoy."

"Oh."

Draco seemed quite uncomfortable as well. Although he was the one who first suggested making friends, he probably didn't want to show any friendliness towards a Hufflepuff in front of everyone.

After calling my name, Draco, with his usual arrogant demeanor, swaggered away with his two henchmen.

This incident shocked the students around us for a moment, but that was all. Fortunately, no outrageous rumors spread, so I can rest assured.

After Draco calmed down, some of the badgers, who were out of sorts, mistakenly thought that I had confronted Draco for their sake, and almost tearfully said that I had sacrificed too much... Fortunately, I explained to Willotte Gaunt that it was Willotte who resolved the matter, trying to extinguish the rumors at the first step.

As some Slytherin members became less active, the general aversion to Slytherin decreased significantly. I explained to the little badgers and hawks that the person we really needed to thank was Willotte Gauntlet, trying to contribute to building Willotte's reputation.

At this point in time, things seemed fine at first glance, and everything was moving in a positive direction. But I never expected things to go wrong in the most unexpected way.

Look at what kind of mess this is.

The Great Hall, the Gryffindor table.

The owl delivered the food on time.

Draco was showing off the pastries his mother Narcissa had just made, and deliberately walked around the Gryffindor table.

This boasting was obviously directed at Harry, mocking his family situation. To be honest, this behavior was quite malicious, and malice from a child is more likely to cause harm.

But perhaps Draco had gone up to mock him so many times that it had become commonplace, and Harry remained unmoved. Only Ron glared at Draco with disdain before turning back to chat with Harry.

Willow's warning had a significant effect; things have been much calmer at Hogwarts lately. Draco didn't dare to do anything openly and could only snort and leave, having made a fool of himself.

This scene was so common that no one was surprised.

“That Malfoy is at it again,” Susan said. She disliked Draco terribly, frowning as she spoke and glancing at me furtively. “I really don’t know what he does all day long besides targeting people.”

"I'm more curious about what his mother's desserts taste like than what he did." I sighed, glancing longingly at the dessert box in Draco's hand.

This is a dessert made by Narcissus's mother, who is very famous in Draco fanfiction.

Its deliciousness has been recognized by many fanfiction writers.

Curious, curious.

I want to eat it, I want to eat it.

I couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. I thought it was none of my business, but to my surprise, after finishing my meal and leaving the auditorium to digest, I ran into Draco again.

“Claire.” Draco approached with an air of indifference.

The moment my name was called, I felt incredibly nervous. I looked around, and lo and behold, nobody was there.

I secretly raised my guard to two hundred percent, but forced a smile: "Malfoy? What is it now?"

"Ahem..." Draco pretended to be a thief and stuffed a small box into my hand.

I stiffly picked it up, opened it, and saw it was pastries… At this hour, could it be pastries made by Narcissa?!

I bet my eyes lit up, and I couldn't resist taking a sniff; a faint fragrance swept over my senses.

Draco immediately adopted a proud and smug look.

“You’ve been staring at this box of pastries so many times today, you must really want it, so I got some especially for you,” Draco said, his smug little face barely concealed. “I told you, being friends with Malfoy won’t leave you feeling cheated.”

Let's not even talk about why Draco made the desserts for Narcissa.

Was my desire to eat that obvious?!

I was taken aback, and my toes started planning the project.

"Thank you, Malfoy!"

Although it was a bit awkward, I still had to express my basic gratitude, so I held the small box of pastries and thanked them sincerely.

“…Okay, I got it.” Draco’s reaction seemed a bit slow, but then he seemed to remember something, took a step closer to me, and lowered his voice, “Since you’ve accepted my snacks, I have a question for you—do you know what Gaunt has been up to lately?”

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

Upon hearing this question, a weight was lifted from my heart, and I breathed a shallow sigh of relief.

Having a purpose is good; the problem is not knowing your purpose.

I was on high alert and started thinking about how to write it.

"You mean Willotte? She seems really busy lately and hasn't been to the library much." I mumbled, trying to find something less useful among a pile of useful information. "We haven't really spoken much lately, so I don't know what Willotte's been up to."

“Besides…” I changed the subject, a hint of disapproval on my face, “It’s not good to reveal Willotte’s affairs directly, it’s someone else’s privacy.”

Judging from the current situation, Draco wants me to be a spy... well, that sounds a bit strange, but it's probably true.

Of course, I'm definitely biased towards the protagonist, Willotte. Putting aside our nearly semester-long study partnership, Willotte herself is far more cunning than Draco. Anyone with a sound mind would know who to choose between these two. Given that, we should try to avoid situations where we don't please either side.

"..." Draco's face darkened.

"I'm sorry, Draco." I apologized sincerely and quickly, showing the utmost sincerity, and then sadly handed the snack I had just received back to Draco. "I really want to be friends with you, Draco. You're so amazing, but unfortunately, I can't be of any use to you. So I'm sorry."

The tone was official and stiff.

“…Heh.” Draco didn’t take the snack box. Surprisingly, after hearing what I said, his expression actually improved, turning from gloomy to partly cloudy. “You don’t think I’m trying to bribe you with those snacks, do you?”

Huh? Isn't it?

What were you asking about just now?

I remained silent.

"Don't worry, Malfoy never takes back what he gives away," Draco said nonchalantly. "Besides, it's just a little snack. Only a pauper would be stingy with such things."

First of all, this is not an ordinary snack; it is a snack made by Narcissa.

Secondly, I'm not poor; I have money.

I lowered my eyes, not wanting him to see the resentment in them.

"As for Gaunt, I didn't specifically inquire about her. I just asked because you seem to be close to her. You're not an important person, so why would I bother to confront you for some information about Gaunt?"

"..."

"That's true. You're just a Hufflepuff half-blood, how could you possibly understand the thoughts and ideas of a noble pureblood?"

Draco has a really tough tongue.

They chattered on and on, but the gist of it was that this was just a simple snack giveaway.

"Okay, I understand." I nodded, my blood pressure about to rise from Draco's stubbornness.