What are you doing?

The girl picked up the platinum frames with both hands, raised her head, and gently slipped the glasses onto Harry's face.

Oh, I put them on crooked by accident...

Well, this is my first time, after all. I really don't have any experience. Hopefully Potter doesn't find them uncomfortable...

They should, um, they shouldn't feel uncomfortable, right?

Malfoy smiled a little sheepishly and reached out again.

Whether she was being deliberately careless or carelessly deliberate, Malfoy first touched Harry's ear before straightening the frames...

Mm, much better-looking than before...

So Potter's ears can turn red too?

His ears are firm and don't feel nice to touch, but his earlobes are soft. They look particularly tasty...

Wait, tasty?!

Malfoy looked up at Harry, blinking.

She had not noticed at all that the distance between them was shrinking...

Actually, Potter's eyes are emerald green. They really are beautiful, like jade...

For once, Harry was not weighing so many pros and cons, and his calculating side had faded considerably.

He simply looked at Malfoy, unconsciously drawing closer and closer...

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, two centimeters...

One...

"Eww, what are you doing?!"

A surprised female voice came from beside them, swiftly shattering the slightly romantic atmosphere between Harry and Draco.

Harry was so startled that he hurriedly pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat twice to look proper.

Never mind. Malfoy has already put them on me. Refusing again would be rather ungracious.

Besides, there seemed to be other magic on these glasses that automatically adjusted to Harry's current prescription...

Ah, I really owe Malfoy a huge favor this time. I'll have to give her some proper tutoring later...

Whatever happens, I should tutor Malfoy until her grades are even better than Hermione's, right?

Harry really did not have much confidence when it came to Ron's grades.

But as for Malfoy's...

Harry thought that, with how clever Malfoy was, it should not really be a problem.

As for Draco beside him, she hurriedly clutched her silver-green cloak tighter and jumped on the spot.

That scared me to death! Who was that?! How tasteless!

She instinctively burrowed into Harry's arms, leaving Harry with his arm around Malfoy's shoulders before he could react...

Ahem, why does this scene look so much like...

Like what, again?

Never mind. After turning to see who had spoken, Malfoy's fair face visibly darkened.

Idiot!

Never mind what I was trying to do just now. The point is, I've been interrupted!

A good thing has been ruined!!!

Aaaaah!!!

She was furious!

She swore she had not meant to kiss Potter. That had been an accident; she had only thought Potter's eyes were very beautiful.

Besides, after Potter put on the platinum glasses her father had had made, he had instantly looked much more distinguished, and the last little unattractive thing about him had disappeared. Miss Malfoy had only wanted to look at Potter, whom she had dressed up herself. What had she done wrong?!

Besides, what did her business have to do with that Mudblood?!

"Granger, you Mud-"

"All right, Draco. Let's eat first."

Just as Draco was about to explode on the spot, Harry shook his head and stopped her angry outburst.

He knew Draco was very angry right now, but there were many things that were not really appropriate for her to say.

As one of the representatives and public faces of the pure-blood families in today's British Wizarding World, Malfoy's every word and action would be watched by many interested parties.

If she casually hurled insults like "Mudblood" at a Muggle-born wizard, what would others think?

Did the pure-blood families not care about their reputation anymore?

After all, Muggle-born wizards and wizards from half-blood families made up the mainstream of the entire wizarding world. Even Harry and Voldemort were half-bloods...

What part of the pure-blood families' status and wealth did not depend on the hard work of the half-blood and Muggle-born wizards beneath them?

Their privileges were built on those people's backs to begin with, so they should make even more effort to appease them. At least on the surface, their behavior had to be defensible.

Otherwise, the serfs of Soviet Russia were the best example!

Even if something like this really had to be done, she could not do it herself.

Malfoy should bring Crabbe and Goyle over and let them do it...

What aristocrat would personally get into a quarrel rather than find a proxy?

"I..."

"It's not worth it. Let's eat first."

Harry frowned, which also calmed Draco's thoughts a little.

Potter is right.

It really wouldn't be very good if I blew up now.

Fine, I really was a little impulsive just now.

Hehe, having Potter as a good friend seems much more reliable than Crabbe and Goyle, doesn't it?

Speaking of which, poor Crabbe and Goyle seemed to have been left behind in the Transfiguration classroom by little Draco again...

"Tch."

For some reason, despite her defiant nature, Draco really did abandon the idea of causing more trouble after hearing Harry's words.

In that case, there's no need to keep arguing. Off to eat with Potter!

Dinner did not last long. She had to make the most of it, or once Potter went to see Professor Snape, she would have to wait until tomorrow to see him again...

She had not meant to do anything just now. She had only seen a little dirt on Potter's face and wanted to clean it off for him.

Now that she had finally made Potter better-looking, she had to look at him a little more, or she would feel she was losing out a little.

Yes, that's all. There's no other meaning to it. Nobody is allowed to get any ideas, including Potter!

Why did that damned Granger have to go "eww" for no reason?

Had they done something indecent?

Still, Harry wanted to keep the peace, and Draco really did not intend to pursue the matter.

After a disdainful "tch," she turned and followed Harry away.

Are we going to the Ravenclaw table?

That wouldn't be out of the question, but Potter has to sit a little closer to me. Hehe...

She watched Harry walk toward the Ravenclaw table.

Malfoy froze for a moment, but then merely blushed slightly and did not refuse.

Breakfast with Potter at the Slytherin table, and now dinner together at the Ravenclaw table...

It does look a little easy to misunderstand, doesn't it?

But it seems like a wonderful misunderstanding, doesn't it?

At least Draco was not particularly averse to that sort of misunderstanding. She did not consider it nasty gossip...