Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 171 What is our relationship now?

After the two of them walked out of the restaurant, several female students from Beauxbatons began to gather around Goyle.

Speaking English with a French accent, he chattered and seemed to want to have the next dance with Gore.

But Goyle just shook his head firmly and left the dance floor.

Pansy had returned to Daphne, asking about Astoria's whereabouts.

Daphne had no choice but to smile helplessly and explain that after Astoria found out that Harry was going to dance with Draco, she disappeared in a flash.

"He's very popular."

Daphne smiled and nodded in Goyle's direction.

"Of course. There shouldn't be anyone here who dances better than him."

"Who wouldn't want to have a master to help you shine in this kind of situation?"

Pansy said this nonchalantly, then became indignant on behalf of Goyle.

"The point is, did you see those people?"

"When we were about to jump in, a bunch of people tried to get out of the way."

"In fact, they were right to stay away, so as not to be embarrassed by comparison."

"They are not worth your anger."

Pansy was still complaining while being comforted by Daphne, but Goyle had already come to her side.

"What are you doing here? Go dancing again?"

Pansy looked at Goyle in surprise.

Gao Er just shook his head silently, still looking innocent.

"No one danced with you? Weren't there many Beauxbatons students who wanted to find you just now?"

"I just want to dance with you. No one else can dance as well as you."

Goyle spoke sincerely and directly, but Pansy smiled.

"Silly boy, I don't have that much physical strength. I was almost exhausted from what I did just now."

"Go and have fun. Let me rest for a while."

After saying that, he spanked Gore hard on the butt and sent him back to the stage.

Gao Er could only look innocent and walk onto the dance floor with the female student who immediately came forward to recommend herself.

"This guy is really stupid."

Pansy stared at Goyle, who once again became the focus of the audience, and spoke helplessly.

"Don't say that about him. He just doesn't like to talk."

Daphne smiled as well and took Pansy's hand.

The two had the same idea, but it was Pansy who put it into words.

"Hopefully those two idiots will come to fruition tonight."

-

After stepping out of the auditorium, the two slowly walked towards the castle.

It seemed that he felt that it didn't matter even if he didn't return to the ball.

Just walking slowly in the empty corridor.

"I'm still surprised how Goyle can dance so well."

"In fact, I always thought that he had trouble putting two words together."

Harry spoke up, confused.

"He is very quiet, but not that stupid."

"In fact, it's not easy for him either."

Draco laughed too, then murmured quietly.

"Why is it so difficult?"

Harry asked curiously.

"You are so interested in Goyle, would you like me to arrange for him to continue teaching you to dance?"

Draco dodged a response with a laugh.

The reason is that this topic is bound to involve the past of parents and the Dark Lord.

Mother once said that Goyle's taciturn personality had something to do with the Dark Lord.

Mr. Goyle's temper has become very bad since the fall of the Dark Lord.

This resulted in Gore being scolded and beaten for saying the wrong things since he was a child.

Because of this, his mother even found an excuse to let Gole live at home for a year.

This seemed to make Goyle, who was stubborn, think that he must protect Draco well.

Perhaps because of this, he always stood in front of himself whenever he encountered any danger since he was a child.

Miraculously, this also made Pansy and him become good friends.

Maybe it was because Pansy admired his attitude of wanting to protect Draco.

"Forget it. Wearing clothes like this, I feel tired just standing, let alone dancing."

Harry smiled as well, knowing that Draco was choosing to avoid the subject.

Although Harry was still somewhat reluctant, this was something they all agreed on.

There are some topics that don't need to be mentioned in a relationship between two people.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable dressed like this?"

Harry asked Draco in an admiring tone.

"Is that so? I've been used to it since I was a kid, so it doesn't seem like a big deal."

They walked and chatted while holding each other's hands.

It was not until they were outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that Harry spoke quietly.

"Although Moody has helped me a lot, I still like Lupin better."

"He helped you a lot?"

Seeing Draco's confusion, Harry answered.

"Yeah. Like the first level."

"He also hinted at me using the Summoning Charm and the Firebolt."

But why would he do that?"

"If it was Lupin, it would be understandable."

Draco wondered, frowning.

"I don't know. Maybe he hopes Gryffindor can win."

Draco rolled his eyes when Harry said this.

"His personality of making decisions without judging is indeed very Gryffindor-like."

"Are you cursing at me in a roundabout way, Miss Malfoy?"

Harry said, raising his hand to strike at Draco's waist.

Draco suddenly blushed and jumped away.

Of course, he also let go of the hand that Harry had been holding.

"What do you want to do?"

There was a hint of anger in her shyness.

"I'm sorry... it just came so naturally that I wanted to play with you..."

Seeing Draco's angry expression, Harry explained nervously.

Draco didn't say much, just looked at himself quietly.

After half a minute of silence, Harry finally spoke to change the subject.

"Um, do you want to go back to the auditorium and take a look?"

It was clear that there seemed to be some loss in Draco's eyes.

-

Harry too naturally wanted to put his hands on his waist.

This triggered Draco's inner vigilance and reminded him of Pansy's warning.

I had intended to wait and see if Harry would say anything more, but all I got was his evasion.

At the same time as I was disappointed, I felt as if my chest suddenly became much lighter, and I could hardly feel the weight.

And in the midst of confusion, something kept falling down, squeezing the pain in my internal organs.

But she nodded anyway and walked gently over to Harry.

The two no longer held hands, but just kept their hands close to each other, letting the backs of their hands rub against each other.

There was no further conversation along the way, each with their own thoughts.

Draco would glance at Harry from time to time, meet his eyes, and then lower his head.

I can’t say why, but I gradually felt aggrieved.

She blinked rapidly, not wanting the moisture in her eyes to fall and smudge her makeup.

Until Harry stopped and took his hand again.

I tried to struggle free, but he held me firmly, almost roughly.

Harry pointed to the door of the Transfiguration classroom right in front of him. Someone had hung a mistletoe wreath on it.

Such a hint is too obvious, even a bit bullying.

The feeling of grievance only grew stronger, and it was entangled with the discomfort in my heart in my chest and abdomen.

Just when she was about to pull away before the tears fell, her heart skipped a beat because of Harry's words.

"What is our relationship now?"