Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

“Malfoy is here too.” Willotte’s lips curled into a smile, which made Draco’s brows furrow and his face turn pale. The atmosphere, which had eased slightly, began to freeze again.

“Gunter…” Draco greeted her stiffly. It was clear that he was really afraid of Willotte, but he didn’t want to lose face and run away. He stood there like a piece of wood being battered in the cold wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Did you come to see Norbert together?" Willotte knew perfectly well, but she still pretended to be clueless. She had a rough idea of ​​why Claire was talking to Draco. Based on her understanding of Claire, they must have bumped into each other, or Draco must have approached them first.

Moreover... given Draco's personality and that guilty look, he probably came looking for trouble at first, but judging from the current situation, it seems Claire is just being nice and giving in to Draco.

They're so troublesome and clueless; I thought things would calm down a bit.

Thinking of this, Willotte smiled even more gently.

Draco shivered.

Me: On alert.

Having spent so much time together, I understand Willotte better and can keenly sense that she's not in a good mood right now.

Well, it seems that in fan fiction, Willotte and Draco's relationship is just so-so. Draco was afraid of Willotte at first, and he never changed. Meanwhile, the Malfoy family, after assessing the situation, sided with Willotte and became a major threat to the real undercover Voldemort.

It seems that in most fanfiction, the Malfoy family's stance issue is basically resolved by Draco's involvement. However, Willotte is different. She doesn't have much interaction with Draco. Instead, she first targets other pure-blood families, establishes her power, and then, with Voldemort's damaged Horcruxes, personally forces Lucius Malfoy, along with some incentives, successfully persuading the Malfoy family to change their allegiance.

As for now... Willotte smiled as she looked at Draco and me. Draco's guilty look was hard to hide, and I felt a little awkward being caught in the middle.

I looked left and right, completely baffled.

So how did things turn out this way? I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Willotte doesn't seem to like Draco very much, and Draco doesn't seem very smart either.

This kind of atmosphere can easily spiral out of control if you're not careful, so it's best to break it off early.

"No, we just happened to run into each other and chatted for a while." I explained patiently, "Well, everyone's been quite worried about Hagrid and Norbert lately, and Malfoy knows a lot about dragons, so I asked him out of curiosity."

“Yes, yes.” Draco, who was standing next to him, realized what was happening and hurriedly nodded in agreement. After a moment of mental preparation, his expression finally improved and he calmed down. “We were discussing dragons.”

He glanced at me subconsciously, probably to warn me not to tell anyone about the time he asked me for information about Willotte.

Well, actually, Willotte already knew, but there's no need to escalate the conflict now. What if she gets accidentally hurt? This is between them. I'll continue to quietly smooth things over.

“Nober is growing too fast, Hagrid can’t keep secretly raising it forever.” I sighed and steered the conversation toward another issue that needed to be addressed. “We don’t know what to do with it now. Hagrid is soft-hearted, and we don’t have any good ideas.”

“Is that so? Claire, you’ve really worked hard,” Willotte said kindly, glancing at Draco as she did so. “I didn’t expect you, Malfoy, to be so kind-hearted.”

Okay, it's not a misperception; if you put it that way, Willotte really doesn't like Draco.

This blatant discrimination angered Draco, who managed to utter a dry "Oh."

“That’s impressive. So, does Malfoy have a solution?” Willotte asked. “Are you planning to bring Norbert back to Malfoy Manor?”

"How could that be... I..."

Draco opened his mouth, then abruptly closed it again. Although he boasted every day about all the good things in Malfoy Manor, he knew perfectly well that Lucius would never agree to him actually bringing back a dragon.

Putting aside the question of whether they can support the family, the Ministry of Magic has been keeping a close eye on the Malfoys for the past few years, so it's best to avoid such blatant acts of illegality and provocation against the Ministry of Magic.

"Nober is a dragon after all. I personally think it would be better for him to return to the wild or be handed over to some professionally certified magical animal keepers," I said, noticing the tense atmosphere and immediately having a hundred and eight reasons to run away.

I looked up at the sky and then patted the hem of my clothes.

"It's getting late. I just came back from loosening the soil in the greenhouse, and I'm a bit dirty. I'll go back to my dorm to clean up first."

“I’ll go with you,” Willotte immediately said.

I glanced at Draco, who immediately said he had to leave first, and then quickly walked away towards the castle without looking back.

"Okay, let's go together."

Willotte and I strolled along, enjoying the evening breeze and the fading sunset, preparing to part ways at the familiar fork in the road.

I had been waiting for Willotte to say something, but she didn't. After thinking about it, I decided to ask her first as we were about to part ways.

"Is Willotte in a bad mood?" I asked seriously.

“You’ve been seen through.” Willotte smiled with a troubled expression, but she wasn’t too surprised. Her beautiful purple eyes swept over me. “As you can see, I don’t really like Draco Malfoy.”

"Hmm..." I murmured, signaling Willotte to continue.

“But I really like Claire,” Willotte said, and I felt her eyes seemed to brighten even more at that moment.

“So seeing Claire and Malfoy so close together, I was a little…” Willotte didn’t meet my gaze, her words trailing off, but the meaning was clear, “Getting too close to someone like Malfoy isn’t a good thing.”

"Oh." I replied calmly, mainly because my poor college student emotional intelligence wasn't enough to handle the situation. With good intentions mixed with malice, I felt that one word was a bit dry, so I answered again, "Thank you, I understand."

I understand Willotte's reminder, and that's what I was doing anyway. I don't know why Willotte thinks I'm close to Draco. In almost a year, Draco and I have only spoken four or five times. That shouldn't even be considered a casual relationship.

However, I still expressed my gratitude and explained that I really didn't have any interaction with Draco; it was just a coincidence that Willotte noticed both of us. Her reminder was out of concern and was to my advantage.

“…Claire.” Hearing these words, Willotte’s smile gradually disappeared, finally turning into a helpless sigh. “I knew it would be like this.”

"Ok?"

"It's alright, Claire, it's my own fault."

“I always thought you didn’t like me that much, and that your attitude towards Draco was different from your attitude towards others.” Willotte laughed again, her voice low as she said the last sentence, “...but now that I think about it, that’s exactly how Claire is.”

He always maintained a gentle and self-satisfied demeanor towards everyone, rational and serious, gazing at each person who approached him with his pure black eyes.

Including Draco, including Willotte, including Hermione...

Their eyes, as calm as a still lake, and their earnest faces tell those being watched that they have been accepted, trusted, and embraced.

Then I couldn't help but relax, couldn't help but cross the line, hoping to get more...

This vague idea popped into Willotte's mind, then was interrupted.

"Velocity, I like you too," I said. Feeling that one sentence wasn't enough, and seeing that Willow didn't resist my approach, I simply hugged her.

Willotte opened her eyes wide, but unfortunately I couldn't see them at that moment.

Ah, I never really thought Willotte was such an insecure person when it comes to friendships. Regardless of whether it was acting or not, I still have to seriously reflect on it.

She keeps worrying that I don't like her. Am I just too reserved?

Hmm, thinking about it carefully, I do tend to be more serious with Willotte. I'll be all over the Hufflepuff badgers, praising their cuteness and feeding them randomly, but I'm a bit more reserved with Willotte, spending more time studying together.

"Please don't worry, Willotte is a very important friend of mine." Willotte's golden hair was a little cool, but it felt very comfortable. I gently patted her back. "She's a good friend who's willing to share time with me."

"No matter how many times, I'm willing to be friends with Willotte."

I hereby declare this.

"—Because Willotte deserves it."

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small theater:

A jealous little snake, a frightened weasel, and a bewildered little badger.

Willow: Malfoy, you idiot, I'm a little jealous.

Draco: Claire is nice, but Gaunt is terrifying. I'm outta here.

Claire: ...Huh? Didn't you put enough stickers on normally? (⊙o⊙)