"...I'll go."
Malfoy fell silent for a moment before finally squeezing out those words.
He had spent ages upstairs watching Lockhart pose for pictures with Harry, seething over why Scarhead became the center of attention wherever he went.
Meanwhile, he, the noble Draco Malfoy, was always relegated to the sidelines.
Now Hermione's words had given him a chance to step up and show his face too, and in the end, he could not resist the temptation.
Watching Malfoy trot eagerly over to pose with Lockhart, Hermione shrugged.
"See? People really are complicated, baffling creatures."
You're the one who's complicated and baffling! everyone thought in unison.
After posing for a whole string of photographs and becoming the center of attention, Malfoy returned with undisguised delight on his face. Even Harry suddenly looked much more agreeable to him.
He approached Harry and the others, agonized for ages, and finally worked up the resolve to thank them, only for a cane to bar his chest.
"Draco, be friendly." A snide voice came from behind him.
A pale-faced man stood behind Malfoy, looking down his nose at Harry.
It was none other than Lucius Malfoy: a man whose ambitions soared higher than the heavens while his fortunes were thinner than paper, the owner of the Death Eaters' home base, and the recipient of a rather unconventional "an entire family of loyal martyrs" title.
Draco Malfoy: ???
I thought I was being pretty friendly just now. Father, you're the one who looks downright unfriendly!
Shoving his son aside, Lucius stared at Harry for a while before extending his hand.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Harry instinctively shook his hand, only for Daddy Malfoy, Lucius, to yank him closer.
Looking at the lightning bolt on Harry's forehead, Lucius sneered. "That scar made you a legend, just like the wizard