Damn You, Potter, Now It's Your Turn!

"No, Potter!"

Seeing Harry reach behind him, Miss Malfoy immediately stepped back, out of his reach.

The movement was so practiced that it looked as though she had rehearsed it all afternoon...

Wait, what if she really had rehearsed it all afternoon?

Whatever. Hehe, damn you, Potter, now it's your turn!

That's what you get for being so close to Weasley this morning. Hmph~

From now on, confiscating your glasses will be your punishment~

Harry finally understood why his roommates all said Miss Malfoy had an absolutely dreadful personality.

Compared with Ron, she was more than just a little worse...

Squinting at the clock on the wall, Harry finally realized something.

It was already three fifty...

He had thought it was only a little past one in the afternoon. Reading really had muddled his head...

If he had checked the time earlier, Harry could have taken precautions and kept Malfoy's scheme from succeeding...

Malfoy now held Harry's glasses triumphantly, looking at him with a challenging expression.

"These glasses are mine now. They're already in my hands!"

After saying this, Malfoy even grabbed the frames that had been glued back together and put Harry's glasses straight onto her face!

Harry did not stop her, because he really had no strength to spare for it.

Right now, Harry needed every ounce of his strength to hold back his laughter.

Good grief. If Malfoy kept holding them, there really wouldn't be much I could do about her.

But if Malfoy put the glasses on her own face...

The show's about to begin. Better keep a straight face.

"Bloody hell! Potter, why is your prescription so ridiculously strong?"

Indeed, the moment Miss Malfoy put on Harry's glasses, she began flailing her arms and legs as though she had been struck by some bizarre Dark Magic.

Harry swore he had absolutely not cast the tap-dancing jinx, "Tarantallegra," on Malfoy.

Malfoy did it all herself. I'm innocent~

The young witches and wizards passing by were now looking at Malfoy with very frightened eyes...

Harry had known earlier that he would be tutoring Malfoy in Potions that afternoon, and talking would inevitably be involved.

So, after borrowing his books, Harry had deliberately settled at a table outside the library rather than sitting inside.

The library required quiet study. Tutoring Malfoy in there would disturb other people a little, which would not be good.

Harry had fairly good manners. He would not do something so inconsiderate.

Of course, this was somewhere everyone entering or leaving the library had to pass, and every young witch or wizard who did so could not help looking toward Malfoy...

After all, Miss Malfoy was indeed of noble birth and had excellent taste in clothes. It was hard not to notice her.

Except this beautiful young blonde lady was now flailing about, with the famous Chosen One watching beside her...

Well, it was understandable. Who would not be frightened by that sight?

Instinctively giving them some space was perfectly normal behavior.

As for Harry, he simply spread his hands and quietly watched Malfoy's antics.

He was a little curious how long it would take Malfoy to realize that closing her eyes and taking off the glasses would end everything...

The poor little ferret was being toyed with in the palm of the wicked Potter's hand...

After struggling for a while, Malfoy finally remembered that the culprit behind everything seemed to be Potter's glasses...

"Hey! Pot-"

Before she could finish, Miss Malfoy, standing with her hands on her hips, suddenly found her vision clearing.

Harry reached toward her face, brushed aside the platinum-blonde strands at her temples, and gently removed the battered glasses.

"Is something wrong, Miss Malfoy?"

Although the glasses were shabby, the sight of Harry looking at her so gently and courteously in the lingering western sunlight still made Miss Malfoy blush despite herself...

I...

What could possibly be wrong with me...

I only came to have you tutor me, and happened to play a little joke on you. I didn't mean anything else!

Right, I didn't mean anything else!

You awful, stinking Potter, don't go getting ideas!

She had indeed been teasing Potter just now, but hadn't Potter already taken his glasses back...

"I..."

"I did not!"

No matter what she was asked, Malfoy's bristling response was practically becoming a habit.

Seemingly unconcerned by her reaction, Harry gently stroked Malfoy's head, lifting her headband along the way and smoothing the messy strands at her temples.

"Your hair was messy. Be more careful."

After patiently fixing Draco's hair, Harry smiled at Lily, then pointed to the seat where he had spent the afternoon.

"All right, come over. Tutoring for this morning's Potions lesson. I know."

"I..."

Strange. Wasn't Potter angry?

Draco twisted her hands together helplessly, completely at a loss now.

This was not how it had gone when she had rehearsed alone in the Slytherin Common Room that morning!

Wasn't Potter supposed to get angry, giving her the chance to hand him the new glasses her father Lucius had sent by express delivery, and then receive his gratitude in return?

What was going on?

But Potter really was so gentle just now...

Her father had hardly ever looked after her. In everyday life, it was always her mother who fixed her hair...

Potter's efforts just now had not felt as comfortable as her mother's, but his hands had been just as gentle...

All right, perhaps I shouldn't have teased Potter, but...

Pressing her lips together, Miss Malfoy opened her mouth several times, only to close it again each time.

She did not quite know what she should say.

Would handing Potter the glasses she had brought now be too abrupt? Would Potter refuse to accept them?

Seeing Malfoy remain silent, Harry thought she was too embarrassed to say something as humiliating as "tutoring."

What else could he do?

It was a task Professor Snape had assigned. He had to take it seriously, didn't he?

Harry knew perfectly well that his connection with Malfoy was also an important way to deepen his bond with Snape.

Besides, although Malfoy was a little nasty, she actually treated him quite well.

Helping her would do him no harm. What if she even became a staunch supporter of his later on?

Or, for that matter, what if Malfoy really did give him a life of comfort someday?

He might as well give her a way out of her embarrassment.

With that thought, Harry simply slipped an arm around Malfoy's waist and sat down with her in the seat beside his.

Malfoy: !!!

Potter, what are you doing!