Anyway, whatever the case, Malfoy's negative feelings had now vanished without a trace, as though they had been hit with a Vanishing Spell.
There was no reason. She was simply in a good mood.
She had been in class earlier, so she had been unhappy. Now class was over, so she felt good. Wasn't that wonderful?
Of course, although her resentment was gone, her shyness had resurfaced.
There was no helping it. Miss Malfoy was far too stubborn to admit anything, and Harry really could do nothing about it.
The haughty blonde young lady sprang straight out of her seat:
"I wasn't unhappy. That question was just a little difficult, so I needed a while to digest it."
If Malfoy's ears and knees had not been bright red, Harry might actually have believed that nonsense.
But...
As Harry's gaze moved downward, Malfoy followed it in confusion, looking down at herself...
"Oh no, sorry, Potter!"
Feeling the north wind sweeping over the Scottish Highlands, Malfoy finally realized that the cloak Harry had draped over her legs had accidentally fallen to the ground...
She quickly bent down and picked it up for Harry.
Had Potter actually covered my legs earlier because he was worried I would be cold?
That made sense. It was September second, and it was already getting cold here in Scotland.
I was wondering why my knees and thighs hadn't felt cold with the wind blowing like that. So it was Potter...
Come to think of it, his hand was a little cool earlier...
"It's fine. You can wear a longer skirt tomorrow. Summer's almost over now."
Harry said nothing more. He simply smiled, packed away his books and notes, put on his cloak, and stroked Malfoy's silky blonde hair.
It really did feel nice~
Stroking it a few more times in the direction it grew was rather like petting a kitten that was quick to bristle but just as easily soothed. It actually felt quite pleasant.
"Mm, got it. But don't you like it?"
Hearing Harry's concern, Malfoy now felt indescribably pleased.
After a whole day at Hogwarts, she finally had a moment to hold her head high!
Just you wait, Weasley!
I told you Potter would be mine sooner or later. Hehehe...
"I..."
Looking at Malfoy, who had both hands behind her back with her fingers twisted into who knew what sort of knots, Harry felt as though his heart had suddenly been hit with an Imprisoning Charm.
Oh no, what was that just now?
The blushing blonde young lady, her haughty tone, her shy expression...
She was a pretty little girl, too, and from what I felt earlier, Malfoy's skin really was smooth...
Oh no, oh no. Am I falling for her?
No. Definitely not.
At the very least, I'm not into little girls. I've always liked mature women...
Ahem, but then again, if I like mature women, doesn't that mean I should start building a relationship early...?
Gulp...
Stop zapping me with that charm. If you zap me to death, there'll be no one left to fight Voldemort!
Looking at Malfoy, who only came up to his chest, Harry shook his head and chuckled softly:
"I do, but I'd rather you didn't catch a chill because of it, Miss Malfoy."
"Oh, oh, no problem~"
At Harry's words, Malfoy practically blossomed with joy!
Look, just look!
This is concern, concern! Do you understand?
I just want to ask that stupid Weasley whether she's ever had Potter care about her like this!
In a thoroughly wonderful mood, Malfoy walked beside Harry without noticing at all.
Her left arm was now around Harry's waist, while her right arm hugged his right arm tightly...
How did she have the nerve to criticize Ron?
This was clearly even more intimate than a couple madly in love!
There was no such thing as a friendship like this!
Still, Potter had a point. She had actually felt a little cold that afternoon.
I'll change into a long pleated skirt tomorrow. I wonder what kind Potter likes...
"Hey, Potter, hey!"
Only when they were nearly at the Hogwarts Great Hall did Malfoy come to her senses.
Oh no, I was so busy feeling pleased with myself and thinking about tomorrow that I nearly forgot the important business!
"Your glasses!"
She had gone to her father, Lucius, several times before finally getting him to spend an extra five Galleons to have them delivered express!
If she failed to get them into Potter's hands today, wouldn't that express delivery have been wasted?
"These..."
Looking at the platinum-framed glasses Malfoy held out, Harry's heart gave a sudden jolt.
There was no question about it. Those glasses looked expensive to make...
If I accept them, won't I owe Malfoy a huge favor?
The glasses had platinum frames, and there even seemed to be traces of magical inscriptions on the lenses...
Then he looked at how Malfoy was holding them.
Her thumb and index finger were pressed directly against the lenses, yet the lenses were neither smudged nor dirty!
In other words, Lucius had probably found a master alchemist to apply something like a Dust-Free Charm or Dust-Removal Charm to the lenses...
Good grief, counting the frames, these must have cost at least fifty or sixty Galleons, right?
After all, labor costs in Britain were extremely high...
How strange. Is this esteemed young lady trying to keep me as her boy toy?
I'm not that sort of person!
Harry swore that he would never give up money for the sake of dignity!
"Stop hesitating, Potter!"
Seeing Harry hesitate, Malfoy did not lose her nerve this time.
She reached out and snatched the battered glasses straight off Harry's face.
Even when the clear tape fell off, Malfoy paid it no mind.
When she saw Harry still trying to retrieve his glasses, Malfoy glared, undid the top two buttons of her collar, and tucked the glasses against her chest!
What if Harry snatches them back and refuses the glasses I'm giving him?
I have to cut off his retreat. Hehe~
"If you try to grab them again, I'll tell my father!"
Malfoy pressed her left hand against Harry's chest with immense satisfaction, the smugness of her smile already beyond words.
For the first time in these two days, she had taken such complete control of the situation. It felt incredible!
"I..."
Standing at the entrance to the Great Hall, Harry was now utterly helpless.
This blasted British young lady. How did I not know she had a trick like this?
But there was nothing he could do.
There were boundaries between boys and girls, after all.
With her keeping his glasses in a place like that, he really could not reach out and snatch them back...
Otherwise, if he accidentally touched somewhere he shouldn't, who could prove that he, the Chosen One, was a respectable person?
"Mm-hmm~"
The adorable Miss Draco gave a couple of happy little hums, looked at Harry's face with its rosy lips and pearly teeth, and slowly leaned closer.
(Four more chapters to go. Wait until I finish writing them so you won't be left frustrated while reading.)
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