Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 247: Christmas is coming soon...

The moment when the two were closest to each other was shortly after he discovered the Golden Snitch.

I thought Harry would also start to accelerate at the same time, but I found that he was distracted by Ron's wailing and deliberately changed his usual flying method.

She waited for him to catch up, but when the Golden Snitch was already at her fingertips, she felt his nails scratching the back of her hand.

She glanced at Harry sideways and found that his eyes were filled with impatience as he stared at the Golden Snitch. Her heart softened and she closed her eyes gently.

The brief loss of control during the high-speed dive caused the two brooms to collide with each other.

As Harry rolled onto the grass with his arms around himself, he heard the Gryffindor students cheering in the stadium.

Feeling the difference from the past, Harry did not take advantage of it and hug himself more.

But after confirming that the two were fine, she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and noticed that there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Then, Harry's face was grimacing with pain as he staggered forward. From the roars of the Gryffindor players, it seemed that Crabbe had sent another Bludger at Harry.

He could be heard faintly in the noise, shouting at Harry and Weasley.

"Do you like the lyrics? I had a hard time convincing Nott to write it, but he was very reluctant."

"You're so angry, maybe the Weasley pigsty is pretty nice compared to the Muggles—"

Draco stood up suddenly and looked at Crabbe coldly, wondering where he got the courage to be so aggressive.

Turning around, I saw Nott's cowering figure in the stands, with a faint scar on his left cheek.

He wanted to find out what happened by exchanging glances, but Nott just avoided his sight.

Umbridge's "Hmmmm" was heard again in the stadium.

Draco coughed lightly and turned around quickly, glancing at the stands, but did not see Dumbledore and Severus.

Then he watched in surprise as Harry and the Weasley twins were wrestling with Crabbe.

But what was even more surprising was that Umbridge leisurely pulled out a roll of parchment, pointed her wand at an almost invisible neck, and declared triumphantly in a voice that the whole audience could hear.

"Hmmmm, such a mess happened in a club competition that is supposed to symbolize friendship and health."

"It seems that Article 25 of the Education Charter has come at the right time."

"The Inspector General will henceforth enjoy supreme authority,"

"Responsible for deciding the relevant punishment plans for all Hogwarts students..."

"So... I think for the safety of the other players, I have to ban these three guys for life."

The noise in the Quidditch stadium fell into silence as the punishment was announced. Umbridge looked around proudly and put away the bill triumphantly.

"It seems that everyone has silently approved of this decision, which is very good."

"Thank you everyone!"

As Umbridge left in astonishment, Draco just narrowed his eyes coldly and stared at Crabbe.

He discovered that he had met Voldemort at Mr. Crabbe's repeated request, and also discovered that Voldemort had not marked him.

-

After washing up, I hurried back to the dormitory and wrote down the words, which slowly disappeared until late at night.

"I am really sorry."

"Although we seem to be resting, but..."

"If, if you need someone to talk to you, if you don't mind,"

"I'd be happy to walk around at night if you want."

Harry's reply only made it more difficult for him to sleep.

“I’m much better.

Goodnight, Draco."

After that, there was no movement on the parchment for nearly two weeks.

I was worried that I would not hear from Harry anymore.

Especially during this period, Harry, Ron and Hermione rarely appeared in the Great Hall during meal times.

Even that night, when Hagrid returned to the high table in the auditorium, he did not see the three people.

With something on his mind, he quickly took a few bites of the meal in front of him and forced a smile towards Pansy, Daphne and Astoria.

She knew that her sisters were still worried about whether something had happened between her and Harry again.

But even he himself didn't understand why he and Harry suddenly reached a stalemate.

But after dinner, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the parchment had become warm again after a long time.

Professor Dumbledore had just announced that, despite the return of the gamekeeper, the few remaining magical creature care classes this term would still be taught by Professor Grobland.

Draco suppressed his curiosity and quickly walked back to the dormitory, where he found the paper covered with Harry's hurried handwriting.

The size of the font and the line spacing also gradually squeezed each other's space from the initial extravagance.

The depression that had been choking my heart for days faded away with the unbearable laughter.

-

"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch."

"I was a little annoyed after being banned, but now I feel much better."

"Hagrid came back the same day the game ended, and we ran to find him, so that's why we read your message so late."

"Umbridge is there too. Luckily we brought our invisibility cloaks."

"She's definitely looking for a chance to fire Hagrid,"

"Then Hermione asked us to help Hagrid come up with the syllabus for next semester..."

“Uh…I can’t seem to write anymore.

I will continue after you finish reading it. "

Finally, around the piece of paper, the crooked handwriting seemed to be trying to survive in the cracks, leaving a sentence that made Draco turn the paper three times before he realized that Harry had not finished writing.

“Although I didn’t reply right away, I was really happy to see your message. I missed you so much.

Can..."

I waited patiently for the words on the paper to fade before I started writing with anticipation.

"What can I do?"

Before the pen had even left the paper, Harry's rapid-fire response came back.

"Can we stop resting?"

“Actually, since I started taking DA classes, I seem to have become less irritable.”

“Maybe I just felt powerless before.”

"Now that Hagrid is back, everything should only get better."

I could almost feel the warmth of my cheeks rising as the corners of my mouth turned up, and a tremor that had become increasingly unfamiliar over the past few months flashed through my heart.

"I believe you."

Looking at the parchment silently, I remembered the pounding heart I felt when I first received Harry's letter.

"December 18th is the last DA class of this semester."

Looking at the date Harry wrote, Draco bit his lip lightly and found his heartbeat was slightly irregular.

"There is also Professor Dumbledore's class that day..."

It was not until she received a reply from Harry that she smiled in the dormitory.

"So...what about meeting in front of the Room of Requirement after class?"

"There's something I've always wanted to show you."

"Professor Dumbledore likes to talk a lot and might be late."

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you."

She could almost hear Harry's gentle voice whispering into her ears and imagine his fingers running through her hair.

Putting the quill back into the ink bottle, snowflakes fell from the magical sky outside the pentagonal window of the dormitory.

Looking up, I saw the windowsill of the pentagonal window covered with emerald green and bright red branches and leaves.

With shyness and joy spreading across his face, he picked up the pen again.

"You can't lie."

I took out the small mirror I carried with me and saw my own sparkling eyes in the reflection.

Christmas is coming soon.