Miss Malfoy couldn't possibly be wrong!

Potter really is shielding me from the rain up front...

Isn't Potter shielding me the only reason I still have a last shred of dignity?

She looked at her clothes, which had been getting soaked just moments ago. Now hardly any rain was dripping onto them.

Still, the damp patches left behind clung to her skin, steadily evaporating and bringing little shivers of cold...

Of course, luckily, Potter seems pretty warm. He...

Pah, pah, pah! Potter definitely isn't trying to help me. He didn't even lift his head just now. He's probably just shielding her incidentally.

But he really is keeping the rain off me, whether Potter meant to or not...

The thought left Malfoy all flustered.

She hoped Harry really meant to shield her from the rain, yet she was also afraid that, if he really did, hadn't the way she'd spoken to him earlier been a little too much?

What do I do? What do I do?

If I'd known, I would've backed down then instead of treating Potter like that...

Whenever Malfoy thought about what had happened earlier, waves of regret rose in her heart.

Waaah, she really hadn't meant it! So many people had been watching. She had her pride too!

At that moment, Malfoy remembered what Lucius had said.

Be a little more careful when making friends...

Yes, shouldn't you be a little more careful when making friends?

With something this important happening to me, Crabbe and Goyle can't even help me decide what to do.

What's more, I was such a mess, and in the end, it was Potter, whom I'd only just met, who helped me. She...

Malfoy lifted her head and looked at the blurry figure ahead. More and more, the boy's back seemed as tall and imposing as an adult wizard's.

"Potter..."

Potter's actually pretty decent. Apparently, he grew up in a Muggle family, and those Muggles weren't very nice to him, so...

Malfoy sat in silence, seeming to think of something.

She had decided. She was going to tell her dad!

In a few days, she'd have her dad help get a pair of glasses with the same prescription sent over. Hmph~

Then, even if Potter wants to avoid me or hang around with that skunk Weasley, he'll still have to wear the glasses I gave him. Hehehehe...

If there's a chance later, I'll replace all of Potter's robes with ones from my family!

Wouldn't that make Potter "Malfoy's through and through"?

With her mind made up, Malfoy was even beginning to feel a little cheerful.

Nothing had even begun yet, but Malfoy had somehow already imagined an unknown distance into the future, even starting to fantasize about how she could order Harry around then...

It had to be said that Miss Malfoy's moods were simply even more bizarre than Ron's.

At least Ron held grudges but couldn't remember them, so he often looked carefree and cheerful.

Malfoy...

Malfoy somehow managed to make herself feel wronged, then, after a while, could inexplicably cheer herself up again...

Harry didn't know how to describe this mindset of Malfoy's either. Anyway...

Anyway, it was pretty good. Let it be.

As the final stretch of the voyage ended, the young wizards could finally go ashore!

Thanks to Hagrid's unreliable, wild rowing technique, every single young wizard's backside had been soaked by the rain, without exception.

Harry had no time to listen to whatever Hagrid and Professor McGonagall were saying.

His hands were stiff, and his legs were cold too. For a moment, he couldn't quite stand up.

Merlin's beard, I'd really held one position for too long. My muscles had gone from sore and aching to stiff...

"Oh, Potter, do you still want your glasses?"

With her head held high and her chest out, Malfoy stood with her back to Harry, asking him in that drawn-out drawl.

But several seconds after she asked, Harry still hadn't answered, making Malfoy realize something was wrong.

Wait, was Potter ignoring her?

That wasn't right. Hadn't he just been shielding her from the rain? Why was he suddenly ignoring her again...?

Then she turned around and discovered Ron gripping Harry's hands, pulling him out of the boat!

Seeing Harry's stumbling steps and how stiff and weak his hands looked, Miss Malfoy finally realized.

For more than half an hour, Harry had been shielding them like that the whole time...

"I..."

Malfoy panicked a little. She quickly secured the glasses at her chest again and went over to help pull Harry up.

There was no time to bother with that redheaded weasel Weasley now. The urgent task was to pull Potter up first, before he actually sank into the Black Lake and brought everything straight to its grand finale...

"Phew, my arms are pretty sore. Neither of you could keep still."

Harry moved his arms around, unable to resist complaining.

Ron had kept eating, while Malfoy had wriggled around every so often, leaving Harry extremely dissatisfied.

"Ahahaha, Harry, don't mind it. You know I didn't mean it."

Ron blinked, looking a little embarrassed, though in truth he would do it again next time.

After all, the current Ronnie not only couldn't remember grudges, she also remembered treats but forgot punishment...

"I..."

After Harry's remark, Draco's little face flushed again.

How had she not kept still?

Setting aside the fact that she'd kept wriggling and feeling around everywhere, wasn't it all because of that unbearably uncomfortable little boat?

But Malfoy didn't know what to do now either.

Apologize to Potter?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

How could she, Miss Malfoy, possibly be wrong?

But...

Harry paid no attention to Ron's and Draco's reactions. Looking at the blurry world around him, he finally remembered:

"Oh no, my glasses!"

Looking at the little boat sinking to the bottom of the lake, Harry felt utterly awful.

Wait.

The original Harry was so severely nearsighted. Without glasses, how was he supposed to attend classes?!

Forget classes. Even when washing up at night, he might accidentally wander into the girls' bathroom, then accidentally stumble upon Draco bathing...

Pah, pah, pah! That has nothing to do with it. In short, for Harry in his current state, being without glasses was even worse than being without a wand!

Luckily, just as Harry was starting to panic, Malfoy poked him.

"Potter, uh, well, Harry, here are your glasses. I saw them fall just now, so I held on to them..."

"Oh, oh, it's fine. Thank you, Miss Malfoy."

Without thinking, Harry took the glasses straight from Malfoy's hand and put them on.

Strange. Why were they so clear?

There weren't even any water spots on them?