Poor, unwanted, all-alone Potter~

Well, when it came to studying, never doubt the spirit of a Ravenclaw!

What Harry considered getting up early might already have been routine to them.

Fine, fine. So you love this rat race, do you?

Then let me bring out the mysterious school schedule of an Eastern high school and see how these little eagles handle that!

Harry and his four roommates arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast.

There were still very few people at the Gryffindor table.

After all, there was nearly an hour to go before the first morning class. Apart from Hermione, almost none of Gryffindor's first-years had even gotten out of bed...

Slytherin, on the other hand...

"Hey! Harry Potter!"

The five of them had only just entered the Great Hall, chatting and laughing, when a striking figure in silver-and-green robes appeared right in front of them, stretching out a hand to block their path.

After stopping Harry and his companions, Malfoy did not choose to greet them.

After all, what did greetings mean to the esteemed young lady of the Malfoy family?

Whenever she called out to someone, she generally started straight off with "Hey." What use did she have for things like "Hello" or "Hi"?

Only Crabbe and Goyle had gotten familiar enough with her that Malfoy now called them by their names, rather than constantly going "Hey, hey, hey" at them...

Now, Malfoy stood with both hands on her hips, her little head held high and her platinum-blond hair gleaming as she looked at Harry and the others with an arrogant expression.

She said nothing, simply watching them in silence.

"Ah, good morning, Miss Malfoy."

Harry was a little puzzled, but out of politeness, he greeted Malfoy anyway.

"Ah, oh, oh, good morning, Harry."

Malfoy had not expected Harry to greet her first after she had so rudely blocked his way.

That "good morning"...

He was greeting me, wasn't he?

He wasn't just being polite, was he?

Now, never mind her little face-even Malfoy's knees were beginning to turn a little red...

She was heating up, heating up!

That damn Harry! Was he a Veela?!

No, I wasn't blushing. It was just, just...

As everyone knew, Hogwarts was in the Scottish Highlands. It was just the chilly morning breeze!

Yes, the chilly breeze, even though it was a little warm right now, perfect weather for wearing a skirt...

Damn Potter. He was looking at my legs yesterday. Why wasn't he looking today?

Why was that stupid gaze of his on those damn roommates when he greeted me?

Had they done something last night?!

At that thought, Malfoy inexplicably felt a little annoyed.

As a result, her already bashful face turned completely red...

Even now, Malfoy had failed to notice something.

She had given her precious first "good morning" at Hogwarts to this irritating Potter~

At the sight of Malfoy's sudden embarrassment, Harry's four roommates immediately exchanged glances.

Celia: See? I said we should have asked him properly last night!

Cruz: Exactly! Why did we go to bed so early?

Ramos: Who would have thought? How was I supposed to know their relationship was this explosive...?

Prapus: Harry's impressive. May God bless him~

After exchanging a few meaningful looks, Harry's roommates silently reached a decision!

Before Harry could even react, they abandoned him and rushed toward the Ravenclaw table!

With Malfoy in her current state, if they stayed in front of her any longer, who knew how this badly behaved young lady might decide to take revenge on them later!

Better to run first. They trusted Harry to handle it.

Yes, they trusted him. He was the Boy Who Lived, after all!

They had neither the skill to face You-Know-Who nor the ability to survive his Killing Curse, so they would stay out of Harry's love life with this young heiress.

Harry: ???

Malfoy: (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

What fools!

Who said foreign friends made such great brothers?

The kind who talked about brotherhood, then named every last brother in their confession, right?

Wasn't she just Malfoy, a haughty villainess heiress? What were they so afraid of?

It wasn't as though Malfoy would use a Binding Charm to tie their blood vessels together. What was there to fear?

Of course, Harry was displeased, but Miss Malfoy was feeling absolutely wonderful right now~

Excellent.

I was going to spend ten Galleons apiece to deal with Harry's four roommates.

Who knew Potter's roommates would be so sensible?

Good, sensible students like these were exactly the sort Miss Malfoy liked!

I would definitely do my best to keep my brain under control and not get jealous of them later. Hmph~

"Well, Potter, why are you standing here all alone? Is there no one willing to have breakfast with you?"

Having successfully driven away Harry's four roommates, Malfoy could now put the speech she had prepared last night to use all at once.

Harry: ...

Didn't Malfoy know better than anyone why he was alone?

"Miss Malfoy, I only wanted to have breakfast, then get ready for Potions Class."

Seeing Malfoy pester him again, Harry could only spread his hands helplessly.

Honestly, Malfoy behaving like this was putting him under a lot of pressure...

Just look at those older Slytherin students. Right now, they were practically staring at him as though he had murdered their fathers...

Seriously, I was already in Ravenclaw, and I didn't even have Ron egging me on.

How had I somehow offended so many Slytherins?

Unbelievable.

Sure enough, Ron wasn't the only key to all this. There was this damn Malfoy too...

"Oh, really, Potter?"

As though she had not heard what Harry said, Malfoy kept her arms folded across her chest, her chin tipped slightly upward.

"As it happens, my first class is Potions too. Seeing you so pitifully alone, with no one at your side... sigh..."

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind having breakfast with poor, unwanted, all-alone Potter, then going to the Potions classroom together."

"For Merlin's sake, I'll be generous just this once. Come along, Potter!"

As she spoke, Malfoy even sneaked a couple of glances at Harry, as though afraid that if she closed her eyes while talking, he would seize the chance to run away.

"I..."

Seeing Malfoy like this, Harry was so annoyed he almost laughed.

Well, then.

So nobody wanted him, did they?

He just wondered whether Malfoy would still be able to say that once Ron arrived.

As though briefly tuning in to the same frequency as Harry's brain cells.

Draco suddenly shuddered on the spot and opened his eyes!

That was right!

That damn red-haired vixen, that utterly foul redheaded Weasley skunk-what if she got up later, came downstairs, and ran into Potter?