Hands-on teaching

Damn you, Potter!

Would you take a look? This was the entrance to the Hogwarts Library!

So many young witches and wizards were watching!

After all, they could find books anytime, and they could study anytime too. The term had only just begun; there was no rush.

But the untold story of Mr. Chosen One and Miss Malfoy wasn't something they could see just anytime...

This was delicious. What a show! Give us more!

Even Madam Pince, who usually wore a perpetual scowl, was watching them curiously now!

This was simply too entertaining. Those two looked so intimate.

But supposedly, they were just good friends?

Who would believe that!

Oh, never mind that.

As long as it was entertaining, nothing else mattered.

By now, Malfoy had completely forgotten that, just that morning, she had been thinking of hugging Potter even more outrageously than Ron had...

In fact, at noon, she herself had even planned an accident, hoping for a little extra interaction with Potter...

And yet, now...

Alas, poor Draco. She was still a little too inexperienced in this department~

The timid never got the biggest mouthful of meat~

"Don't be so stiff, Miss Malfoy."

Harry pushed up his glasses, a white glint flashing discreetly across them:

"Come on, let's start with the introduction to Potions. You didn't seem to pay much attention this morning. As it happens, Professor Snape asked me to tutor you..."

"Potter, um, Harry, well..."

Harry had barely explained anything before Malfoy couldn't help poking his arm and asking awkwardly:

"Could you not put your arm around my waist?"

"Around your shoulders instead?"

"Could you not put your arm around me?"

Looking at Malfoy's thoroughly flushed face, Harry froze for a moment.

Strange. Did Malfoy not like it?

Had he misjudged?

Did Malfoy really not like him treating her the same way he treated Ron?

Then Harry seemed to think of something. He chuckled softly and patted Malfoy's smooth-haired head:

"Of course. I thought seeing Ronnie hug me like that had made you a little unhappy, and you wanted equal treatment..."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Malfoy perked right up at that.

Yes, yes, yes, she was unhappy!

Come on, Potter, keep your arm around me. Make sure you hold me tighter!

Preferably so everyone could see!

Besides, it wasn't limited to her waist or shoulders. If Potter wanted to hold her hand and teach her hand over hand, Malfoy wouldn't be opposed.

After all, she had put up with that damned Weasley for far too long!

Also, what had Potter just called that redheaded banshee?

Ronnie?!

How could he use such an affectionate name!

What right did they have to sound so close!

She wouldn't allow it!

"It's all right, Miss Malfoy. I've always respected my friends, and I take boundaries between friends very seriously."

A mischievous gleam flashed at the corner of Harry's eyes as he simply withdrew his left arm from Malfoy's waist.

He also shifted a little to the right, leaving a more sociable distance between them. They immediately looked much less intimate.

Malfoy: ???

No, Potter, are you kidding me!

I already agreed! What are you doing!

No, come back! Get that paw of yours back here!

I said you could put your arm around me!

But Harry clearly had no intention of listening to her now. He had already taken on the role of lecturer, explaining to Malfoy the key Potions points Professor Snape had covered that morning...

Damn him, damn Potter!

Aaaaah! I'm so mad!

Malfoy pouted, muttering disgruntled complaints about Harry under her breath.

All the while, she obediently wrote down the key points he gave her.

Still, anyone who didn't know better might have thought Malfoy bore some grudge against her parchment. Every stroke of her quill looked as though it would stab right through it...

Hmph! That awful, stingy, evil Potter.

Go spend your life with that redheaded red fox banshee Weasley!

When she makes you suffer, don't come looking for my help. I'll help you!

Aaaah, not "I'll help you." I meant, "It's not that I won't help you!"

No, that wasn't right either! Sob, sob, that awful Potter. He was the worst!

She couldn't even get her words straight anymore, and he was still sitting here talking about Potions. Heartless.

The more Malfoy thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and her eyes inexplicably reddened.

She had even had his glasses rushed especially for him, and this was how he treated her...

Did he even have a place for her in his heart?

At that moment, Malfoy had yet to notice.

As the sun gradually sank, the air grew steadily colder.

Harry had already taken off his cloak and laid it over Miss Malfoy's smooth thighs...

After all, Malfoy had been wearing short skirts these past two days.

Judging by what his left hand had felt, she probably wasn't wearing stockings. Her skin really was very smooth.

She would inevitably get cold toward evening like this. Harry would rather Malfoy didn't come to see him only to catch a cold...

"...Those are all the main points. Have you remembered them?"

"Oh."

Miss Malfoy didn't seem very enthusiastic and barely responded to Harry.

That was understandable...

Understandable, my Peeves!

"Why are you still unhappy, hmm?"

Harry felt rather amused and gave a gentle squeeze with his right hand:

"What, did someone bully you today?"

"I..."

Malfoy's voice was a little choked. She was just about to accuse Potter of making her sit through a little Potions lesson feeling wronged.

But suddenly, Malfoy felt something.

Why was someone squeezing her right hand?

Wait, wait.

She looked at Harry's faintly smiling face, then at her own hands.

Her left hand seemed to be together with Harry's left hand, resting at her waist.

Harry's hand seemed to be around Malfoy's waist, yet also seemed to be resting on her thigh. And Malfoy's own left hand was controlling it...

Meanwhile, Potter's right hand seemed to be holding her right hand, continually writing...

Malfoy: o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

How had I not noticed just now? Hehe.

Who had been feeling wronged just now?

Who knew? Surely it wasn't Draco Malfoy, daughter of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black?

Definitely not. Besides, she hadn't been angry with Potter just now either, had she?

Actually, she had figured it out long ago. She had merely been afraid Potter would lose face, so she had deliberately refrained from pointing it out.

Only...

Wait a minute!

Did this count as Potter taking liberties with her?

Malfoy's feelings were suddenly in turmoil, and she no longer knew what to say...