Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 242: Stupid Draco (It can be considered as candy!)

Preface: Regarding the content: Harry’s grumpy period is about to end, and it’s basically over for today, and then it’s all sugar!

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Draco quietly got up, rubbed his eyes with the quilt in his arms, and when he opened his mouth to greet her he was startled to realize that his voice was frighteningly weak.

"Are you back?"

Pansy and Daphne quickly sat on the edge of the bed. Daphne pursed her lips and patted herself gently, while Pansy held the bottle of medicine in her hand in front of her eyes.

"Drink it quickly, we'll get it from Madam Pomfrey."

Draco smiled bitterly in his heart. After today, he might not dare to think about not taking the potion again.

I gently tilted my head back, and the moment the warm liquid flowed down my throat, the piercing and burning headache was noticeably relieved.

"Thank you. How was class?"

As the drug took effect to relieve the discomfort, Draco breathed a sigh of relief, smiled as if from another world, and asked in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, Pansy puffed up her cheeks and spoke angrily.

"Not good. Your husband is causing trouble again."

Faced with Pansy's teasing, he just couldn't muster the energy to get angry.

Seeing this, Daphne tried to persuade him softly.

"Pansy, today don't..."

Pansy nodded quickly, sticking out her tongue, and at the same time gently stretched out her hand, combed the side of her hair, and let herself rest on her shoulder.

"I thought you'd be happy to hear your husband."

She was weak and helpless, allowing Pansy and Daphne to comfort her, but she still couldn't help but worry in her heart.

"What happened to him?"

There was a mischievous glint in Pansy's eyes, but she said no more.

Draco naturally knew that she must be thinking that she had acquiesced in her husband's behavior.

Aside from being unable to argue, I also have wishful thinking deep down in my heart.

It seemed as if this could confirm that the relationship between Harry and herself had not changed.

Helplessly, deep in my heart, I felt angry and bitter for being so humble.

"Nothing special, just Potter ranting at a toad again."

"He said... a Dark Lord will grow out of the head of the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

Daphne's voice trembled slightly, and she wasn't sure whether it was due to the weirdness of the scene or the fear.

Draco closed his eyes tiredly, leaning against Pansy and sighing softly.

But Pansy suddenly helped herself up.

He straightened his face and said in a dignified manner: "If you feel better after taking the medicine, go and get dressed.

Miss Greengrass and I have put aside our pride and worked very hard to get you this opportunity."

Pansy's words sparked his curiosity, and Draco straightened up, finding that the warmth of the potion was gradually restoring his spirits.

Turning to look at Daphne, she said with a half-smile.

"Let's go to the Potions classroom tonight."

Without further conversation, Draco had more or less guessed the sisters' arrangements.

She stretched herself, pulled the pillow over, got out of bed lightly, and when she stood up, she threw the pillow over Pansy's head.

"This is revenge, Miss Parkinson."

As he said that, he ran out of the door, and heard Pansy's cat-like baring of teeth behind him, and Daphne's laughing attempt to stop him.

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After washing up, step into the corridor.

As they approached the Potions classroom, the sound of Draco's heartbeat became clearer.

Gently pushing open the door of the Potions classroom, I saw Harry inside.

She nervously pinched the hem of her robe, fearing that she would see his displeased expression again.

It was not until I realized that he also looked uneasy that I took a deep breath and walked closer courageously.

"Hello...long time no see, Harry."

He spoke timidly, and the moment Harry raised his head, his expression returned to stubbornness.

Draco bit his lower lip, but chose to stare at the boy who was being verbally taunted.

Although we always passed each other in the classroom and on campus, it seemed that we had not really met again until this moment since the trial.

Only now could I see the loneliness beneath his resentment, and the two large pints of butterbeer on the desk beside him.

Harry still looked at himself stubbornly.

Draco closed his eyes lightly, took a deep breath, and as if he had made up his mind, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he stepped forward.

"That... was already here when I arrived."

Spotting Draco approaching the beer mug, Harry suddenly faltered and began to explain reluctantly.

"I believe you." Draco responded decisively without even looking at Harry.

"Always believe in you. No matter what happens."

Knowing your own personality well, the only way to act on your impulses in one go is to avoid missing out on opportunities that you may hesitate over and over again.

Therefore, he did not see Harry's expression, as cold as an ice brick, melt away due to the shock of his own words, revealing the kindness that was weakened by too much malice.

Draco just held his breath and pinched the tip of his nose with one hand.

Raise the glass, listen to your pounding heartbeat, and drink it all in one gulp.

Harry seemed to be shouting something beside him, but all Draco could hear was the warmth and pain of the wine gulping down his throat.

He could not bear the spiciness any longer and reluctantly let the glass fall from his hands. He leaned against the edge of the table, his eyes blurred with tears as he continued to cough.

I looked up in a daze and found that there was still a lot of foam in the cup.

He raised his hand with all his strength to fight for it again, but found that he seemed to be under an evil curse. Even the movement of his fingertips was slow and trembling.

The effect of alcohol is much better than I expected.

He slowly raised his upper body and found a hand that did not belong to him quickly moving the wine glass out of his sight. He felt a warm sensation on the left side of his body and someone half supported and half embraced him around his shoulders.

"What are you doing! Why are you doing this?" Harry's tone was serious and accusing.

Draco struggled to raise his head, and in his blurry and shaking vision, he gradually recognized the green eyes and the confusion and anger in them.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he turned around and firmly grasped the front of the robe of the man in front of him with both hands.

When their eyes met, Harry's eyes were filled with unhappiness and heat, forcing all the grievances he had felt over the past week to surface in his eyes, but he still tried hard to raise his head and blink, not wanting the tears to flow.

My gradually blurred consciousness reminded me that I had already deliberately lost my composure and could not get any more miserable.

At most, I can only allow myself to whisper with sobs.

"Please don't be mad at me anymore, I'm sorry..."

As I listened to myself speaking, I realized that there seemed to be another voice inside my body sighing.

He sighed at his own temperament, thinking that he was only willing to show weakness when he was drunk, and he also sighed that even so, he still couldn't completely give up his dignity.

Still unwilling to let the tears roll down, it makes my vision even more blurred.

Staring blankly at Harry, he felt his head getting even more dizzy.

I focused with difficulty and found that the anger in his eyes had long faded, replaced by guilt and reluctance.

She also noticed that he suddenly exerted force on the hand around her, causing her feet to feel sore and weak. She cried out in surprise and was hugged in Harry's arms.

She buried her head in Harry's strong shoulder and felt him stroking her soft hair.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do..."

Draco whispered softly. In return, Harry cursed at him lovingly, and felt the heat of his lips against his forehead.

"Stupid Draco."