A jealous Draco

Weren't those just a few slightly intimate gestures?

What was so great about that?

That stupid Weasley surely didn't know that she could definitely go even further!

She would not only hold Harry's arm, but wrap her arms around his waist too!

She would show that shameless Weasley exactly who Potter belonged to!

Remember, no one could steal a friend who belonged to Miss Malfoy!

Earlier, she had still been saying that she and Harry were simply good friends.

Yet when she saw Little Ronnie suddenly put her arm around Harry and start draping it over his shoulders again, Malfoy couldn't take it...

Well, she was stubbornly denying it, but not quite thoroughly enough...

Unfortunately, Miss Malfoy herself didn't seem to realize this and was still sulking away on her own.

That was what made it so uncomfortable.

Malfoy didn't think she liked Harry.

But seeing Ron with her arm around Harry made her inexplicably annoyed, even angry.

When she honestly asked herself, she and Harry were only good friends, so she didn't seem to have any right to interfere with Ron's behavior...

And Ron had become Harry's good friend before she had. Ugh...

Why hadn't I shared a compartment with Potter back then?

If I'd gotten there first, what chance would this Weasley have now...?

Good friends, good friends...

Was it really normal for good friends to have thoughts like these?

Malfoy suddenly felt a little lost.

However, Malfoy quickly pulled herself together again.

Who cared whether it was normal?

As long as I thought it was normal, wasn't that fine?

With that, Malfoy turned and left, returning to the Slytherin Common Room.

Now, a bold plan had already formed in Malfoy's mind!

If I could pull it off, it seemed I wouldn't just get to put my arms around Potter.

I might even get to kiss Potter accidentally, thanks to some mishap!

Supposedly, plenty of good friends exchanged kisses out of courtesy, right?

Yes, exactly. Good friends.

Never mind why I'd never done it with anyone else, or where that custom came from. In any case, there was nothing to lose by trying it with Potter, was there?

Malfoy calmed down and thought it over carefully.

Although she always felt that kissing other people was utterly disgusting and couldn't accept it.

After all, other people's mouths often had strange smells, and kissing inevitably involved saliva...

But if it was Potter...

It wasn't out of the question?

At worst, I'd put up with a little disadvantage and satisfy Potter's vanity!

All of this was something Potter had pitifully begged for, and it had everything to do with Miss Malfoy's great generosity and nothing whatsoever to do with any other feelings!

Damn you, Weasley. This was all your fault...

If it weren't for Weasley, why would I make such a huge sacrifice to fulfill Potter's pleas?

Never mind where those pleas had come from.

At this very moment, our lovely Miss Malfoy had yet to notice the two poor muscle Barbies-Crabbe and Goyle.

These two Malfoy family loyal followers seemed to have been abandoned by someone and now didn't even know where to go...

Standing at the door to the Potions classroom, they had turned around for just a moment, only to find Malfoy and Harry already out of sight...

And what left them most hopeless was that today was their first day of classes, and they didn't know the way...

With their brains, barring any surprises...

Alas, the Potions classroom wasn't far from the Slytherin Common Room, but Crabbe and Goyle were still highly likely to get lost...

None of this was little Draco's concern anymore.

Right now, all Draco had room for in her heart was winning Potter back and taking Weasley down...

It had to be said that Draco's mind was in a truly terrible mess right now...

Who knew what had happened to this world for it to become so unhinged?

As for that red fox-like Miss Weasley...

"Hehe, Harry, see? Malfoy might really like you!"

Ron held Harry's arm, showing none of the sense of boundaries that ought to have existed between them, and even waggled her eyebrows at him.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Ron really was Harry's childhood sweetheart.

"Seriously, Harry, you don't believe me?"

Seeing that Harry didn't react and remained calm and unmoved,

Ron refused to give up and even waved a hand in front of Harry's face a couple of times.

Oh no, had a single Potions class broken his brain?

Could that Snape have given Harry a terribly hard time during class?

It wasn't impossible. After all, Harry was the famous Mr. Chosen One.

Snape might have wanted to make things really difficult for Harry just because of that title.

And Harry probably knew nothing about Potions right now, so that strange professor really had given him a hard time.

Now he was so down that he looked calm. That didn't seem impossible...

"Good heavens, Ron, I'd have to be out of my mind to believe that."

Watching Ron stir things up for her own amusement, Harry shook his head speechlessly.

Could a bunch of eleven- and twelve-year-old kids know what friendship or romantic love was?

Leaving aside the fact that I'd lived for over twenty years before transmigrating and, apart from spending over twenty years studying, didn't know a thing about feelings either.

Whatever the case, they were only eleven or twelve!

What was all this talk about liking someone?

Malfoy just wanted to make friends with me, perfectly normally.

Given her family circumstances, she probably didn't have many friends around who genuinely wanted to spend time with her.

Crabbe and Goyle were sincere, but their role was less that of friends and more that of little followers...

So it was actually perfectly normal for Malfoy to like following me around. There was nothing more to say about it.

Playmates. No need to overthink it.

As for liking someone?

That would have to wait until at least third or fourth year, wouldn't it?

After all, the young witches and wizards would probably be fourteen or fifteen by then.

That was already old enough to get married in France, and getting engaged here in Scotland wouldn't be a problem either.

If Draco really was still acting like this by then...

Then I'd truly have no choice but to wonder whether Draco felt something beyond friendship for me...

Hiss...

Oh no. Now that Ron had brought it up, what if she really did?

When the time came, should I say yes outright, or simply accept?

Or perhaps agreeing straight away wouldn't be out of the question either.

Harry rubbed his chin and sank into thought for a while.

Looking at it that way, if I could learn some mysterious Legilimency techniques from Professor Snape...

Wouldn't that make my future love life a lot smoother?

There was no counting on Old Bee Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore hadn't even managed to teach Harry Occlumency before he died...