Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After a barrage of direct attacks, I finally got a brief respite.

Willotte's face was dazed and tinged with shyness—I'm sorry to describe it that way, but her blush was so obvious that she even began to avoid eye contact.

Emotions are contagious. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, even though I hadn't felt anything at first.

Thinking about it carefully, even though it was in English, saying those words out loud was still too direct!

To just say "I like you" or something... I'd dig my toes into the ground.

"...Is that so?" Willotte realized what was happening, coughed lightly, and her elegant demeanor seemed to disappear, revealing her more authentic self to me.

"So this is ah……"

Words that seemed to linger on Willotte's lips echoed with unfinished thoughts.

"So we like each other, right?" The blonde girl in front of him had curved eyebrows and bright purple eyes like jewels, and the smell of black mud from yesterday was completely gone.

What a sunny and cheerful little snake!

"Yes," I admitted with a smile, accepting Willotte's advances with ease.

"Claire..."

Willotte's voice was gentle and sweet; she chewed my name in her mouth as if it were soaked in honey... I suddenly got goosebumps and forced myself to scratch the itch.

"I really like you so much... Claire." Willotte drew closer, closing the distance between us; I could even feel the air from her shallow breaths.

The atmosphere began to take a strange turn again.

What do you want to do?

I thought about it for a while, and seeing that she had only made so little progress after dragging her feet for so long, I simply reached out and hugged Willotte.

Willotte's body stiffened immediately. I gently patted her back and smoothed her cool hair at the back of her head before ending the lighthearted hug.

"..."

Poor Willotte looked dumbfounded, remaining motionless in a state of shock for a long time.

As expected, the only way to break the awkward atmosphere is to be straightforward.

"Claire?!"

Judging from the tone, he was probably a little frightened.

I was initially a little shy, but suddenly I became calm and even reflected on my actions, realizing I shouldn't have scared her like that. I hadn't hugged Willotte yet, and what if she didn't like it?

However, the Hufflepuff little badgers seemed to like it quite a bit. When I hugged Susan and Hannah, they didn't struggle much, and when I hugged Hermione, they didn't react much either, so I relaxed my guard a little for a moment...

Ahhh, I guess I should ask the other person's opinion first before engaging in such intimate contact, but wouldn't it be even more awkward to ask?

Given the current atmosphere, I'd better leave for now. I'm afraid some uncontrollable factors might arise later.

In short, I rambled on and on, then left under the pretext of taking a break. Willotte let me go, staring at my retreating figure in deep thought.

The matter should be resolved here. I've spoken to Willotte again, and our relationship has progressed further... Wait, why "again"?

When I got back to my dorm, I belatedly realized that I had probably been charmed by Willotte again.

She's played the victim in front of me several times, and if I soften my heart, she'll take advantage of it and try to get closer to me. All I can think of is to either tell a lie or be direct to resolve the situation.

Each time, our relationship progressed in a closer direction, which in a sense was in accordance with Willotte's wishes? I still couldn't escape Willotte's methods.

Perhaps Willow's level is too high. A cute blonde girl looked at me with a wronged expression... Who can resist that?

After all, I am still a reliable college student at heart, and I always unconsciously have more patience when facing well-behaved and obedient children. Coincidentally, Willotte is the same kind of person on the surface.

However, getting on good terms with Willotte shouldn't be considered a big deal, right? It's just about being on good terms; I'm not involved in the plot, and from a purely realistic perspective, becoming good friends with the third Dark Lord should be more beneficial to me.

By the time I graduate from Hogwarts, Willotte will surely have already ruled the entire British wizarding world...

Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time.

That’s what I thought.

Later, after I clearly expressed my affection for Willotte, Willotte seemed to unlock some incredible trait and started to become a bit—well, clingy?

The specific manifestations are roughly as follows.

She started contacting me more and more often. Even though we were from two different houses, Willotte was like an outsider to Hufflepuff. I could see her everywhere except in the Hufflepuff lounge. The frequency of our meetings went from three or four times a week to two or three times a day.

...Hmm, with this frequency of meetings, Willow, did you install surveillance cameras in Hufflepuff?

She didn't even make an excuse; she just said she wanted to come see me.

“I like Claire, and of course I would like to spend more time with her.”

After I politely indicated that it was a bit inconvenient, Willotte cleverly reduced the frequency, trying to gauge my tolerance level.

Her desire to share and confide has also increased. In the past, she would answer me without revealing anything, but now she seems to want to tell me things intentionally or unintentionally, dropping bombshells in my ear from time to time.

"Claire, I'm here!"

"Claire, these are my notes from Potions class. Come and take a look."

"Claire, you answered this wrong. It should be written like this..."

"Claire, do you like this dessert?"

I couldn't resist staring at the box of delicate pastries in Willotte's hand.

Willotte smiled and looked at me expectantly.

I picked up a piece of pastry and ate it in small bites.

(￣～￣)Chew!

Delicious! Not too sweet!

My eyes lit up, and I gave Willotte a thumbs up.

"I'm glad you like it." Willotte sighed, then revealed her true intentions: "How does it compare to the snacks Malfoy gave you?"

“…This one tastes better.” I sighed inwardly.

To be honest, it's not polite to compare gifts from others, but I couldn't refuse because Willotte seemed determined to win.

Naxisha's pastries were delicious, but they were really sweet, specifically to suit Draco's taste. The pastries Willotte gave me, on the other hand, were sweeter and more palatable, catering to my taste.

Here I need to clarify that it's not that I don't like sweets, but rather that the sweetness of Europeans and the sweetness of Chinese people are completely different.

Lethal amounts of sugar are no joke.

Even now, I still can't get used to the Hogwarts menu and have to go to the kitchen for extra meals... At least when it comes to food, Willotte understands me very well.

"Really? As long as Claire is happy." Willotte smiled sweetly, with a hint of smugness in her expression, as if she was expecting me to say something.

"...Velotte, did you make this?"

"Yes, this was made especially for Claire."

The dessert that the third Dark Lord made for me... I promptly showered her with compliments until the blonde girl blushed.

This is the pure friendship between girls! I can't help but sigh. Once they get to know each other, they all become incredibly adorable.

I happily accepted the box of pastries, then pondered how to return it.

How about we treat Willotte to a Chinese meal sometime?