I do not!

So Malfoy really had protected his glasses exceptionally well just now...

Even these battered old glasses, barely held together with tape, now actually carried a faint fragrance of golden osmanthus?

Ahem, a sweet-smelling Miss Malfoy might not be so bad...

No, no, what am I thinking? Harry wouldn't go so far as to like Malfoy, even if she was a cute, tsundere little rich girl.

Shaking his head, Harry looked at Malfoy beside him, who seemed to have something on her mind, and could not help asking her.

Yes, he was only asking to keep her from bottling up whatever she wanted to say. Nothing else.

"Is something wrong, Draco?"

"I..."

Malfoy hesitated, then finally summoned her courage.

"Your glasses are so ugly. How about I give you a new pair in a few days?"

Harry: ???

Wait, why were Malfoy's hands twisting together as she spoke?

And Malfoy's face-what on earth was she blushing about?

And that trembling voice, that bashful manner...

Wasn't Malfoy supposed to look at him like he was some disgusting small fry, then say something arrogant and condescending?

Why was she being so...

No, no.

She definitely wasn't Draco Malfoy.

Had she taken the wrong medicine, or had some weirdo possessed her?

This Malfoy really felt like a stranger to Harry...

Especially with how Malfoy and Ron were acting now, Harry felt so unfamiliar with them that even having read the original was no help.

But, Malfoy, she...

There was no other choice. He could only use that move...

Harry's gaze sharpened, and his expression became utterly serious.

This world was too crazy. Harry could no longer predict anything, so he could only use the most useful move his predecessors had come up with!

"Do you like me, Miss Malfoy?"

Harry tilted his head, looking at Malfoy with some disbelief.

Wait, after Malfoy's gender swap, had even her preferences changed drastically?

From sworn enemies straight to...

Wasn't that a little too much?

Ron stood beside him too, looking thoroughly entertained and unafraid of making things worse.

Well said, Harry!

Other people might not understand Malfoy, but didn't she know exactly how stubborn that girl was?

Whether Malfoy really liked Harry or not, as long as Harry actually said those words aloud, Malfoy would definitely be unable to take it.

Because Miss Malfoy was very thin-skinned~

And once Miss Malfoy could not take it anymore, she would naturally find a way to run off and leave Harry's side~

That way, wouldn't Harry be rid of that annoying green-clad thing beside him?

Standing next to Harry, Ron practically had "smug" written across his face...

Malfoy: !!!

Oh no, Little Ronnie had actually seen this coming.

Was this something you could say to someone's face?!

Even if she really did like...

Pah, pah, pah! What did saying it to her face have to do with anything? There was no such thing!

Like him or not? She, Malfoy, couldn't understand any of that nonsense.

Was that English?

It must have been Latin. She must have misheard just now.

Malfoy had no idea that her flushed cheeks had already given her away completely.

Still stubbornly denying it, she even gave Harry a smack.

"I'm just thanking you for shielding me from the rain and giving you a suitable reward, that's all. You know, Potter, my family isn't short of money."

"Just wait, Potter. I'll have my father send the glasses over in a couple of days, by owl."

After Malfoy finished speaking, Ron once again failed to keep his expression under control.

Another snort of laughter escaped him.

And this time, Ron did not even try to hold it in before letting out the kind of laugh Malfoy could not stand.

"I told you, I do not!"

As though allergic to Ron's laughter, Malfoy went red all over.

"Anyway, anyway, don't go saying nonsense, Potter, or you'll be sorry!"

Finally, Malfoy waved her fist, touched her beautiful platinum-blond hair, and lightly hit Harry on the shoulder.

Looking around in bewilderment, she hurried back to Crabbe and Goyle.

No, she couldn't take it anymore. Her heart felt like it was about to leap out. Damn it!

Clutching her chest, Malfoy could not stop panting.

Crabbe and Goyle beside her were utterly confused, thinking Harry and Ron had bullied Malfoy.

But when they wanted to go settle the score with Harry and Ron, Malfoy held them both back and would not let them go over...

Miss Malfoy was so strange. Oh well, better think about what to eat later.

Crabbe and Goyle did not have much brainpower to spare and could not think through anything too complicated.

They simply tilted their heads and stopped dwelling on it.

As for Malfoy...

Crabbe and Goyle were no longer within the scope of Malfoy's considerations.

Her heart was in turmoil now, and all she could think about was Potter.

After leaving Harry's side, Malfoy's heartbeat kept speeding up before gradually settling again. Now, she finally had time to face her own feelings.

Had she said something to Potter just now?

Hadn't she only offered to give him some glasses?

Why would that awful Potter get an idea like that?

But she seemed to...

Hiss, was it a misunderstanding, or had Potter seen right through her?

Whatever. It was a misunderstanding, anyway.

For some reason, Malfoy really did like staying beside Potter. She simply felt that being next to him gave her an extreme sense of comfort, in every way, both mentally and physically...

What was going on? Did she really like Potter?

No, no. Dad had said before that this was just how it felt to spend time with a good friend. Yes, a good friend. Just a good friend...

But Potter didn't seem to have acknowledged that he was her good friend yet...

Wiping the water stains off her short skirt, Malfoy became dejected again.

Oh well, she wouldn't tell her dad about this. She could definitely sort it out herself anyway!

Malfoy turned her head again and stole a discreet glance at Harry.

Hmph, just you wait, Potter!

I'll come looking for you again!

"Hey, Harry, I think Malfoy likes you too!"

Still enjoying the drama without a care for making it worse, Ron hooked an arm around Harry's shoulders and waggled his eyebrows at him.

As for whether Malfoy would feel jealous if she saw her acting like this?

Oh, Merlin, don't be ridiculous.

Malfoy and Harry were destined never to become friends. Harry's parents were both Gryffindors!

Never mind being jealous, Malfoy probably would not even give Harry a second glance, right?

Besides, even if Malfoy really did like Harry-and Ron meant if, even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance-

That would be Malfoy's jealousy. What did it have to do with her, Ron?

Hehehehe...