"That last one was fake news. Ahem, next."
Harry Donald Potter coughed dryly and once again cleared his name.
Putting such blatant fake news in front of him was simply unforgivable!
Whether he had touched her was his business, but they couldn't say it out loud.
Wouldn't saying it make him seem just a little perverted?
He, Harry, was Hogwarts' perfectly respectable Chosen One. They shouldn't keep saying things that damaged his reputation.
And Harry had to make one fact perfectly clear!
In the Great Hall, Harry had merely rested his hand on Draco's thigh. He hadn't stroked her leg. No misunderstandings!
Rested, rested, rested!
Not stroked!
Got it?
Besides, Draco had her own hand on her leg. What was wrong with him resting his there too?
As the young lady of the Malfoy family, Draco wasn't some terribly stingy person. Surely he had no need for Draco's invitation either?
It really was just a normal invitation...
Don't get the wrong idea about our innocent relationship!
Even if I did stroke her leg, that happened in the library. Definitely not in the Great Hall. Don't get it wrong!
Besides, the library incident didn't count either. He had been holding Draco around the waist and accidentally brushed against it. That didn't count!
And actually, he had been forced into it.
Look, when he hadn't put his arms around Draco, she had looked a little like she was going to cry. What could Harry do?
As the Chosen One, could he make a young witch under his protection cry himself?
Obviously not, right?
They had actually dragged out his righteous deeds to criticize him. Could all his roommates be Death Eaters?
Ramos: ...
Prapus: *I want to run him over with a Volvo. No, damn it, why doesn't my father work for