Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 147 Dresses and Gowns

"So you really haven't made any progress at all?!"

Nearly an hour later, when the express train had already entered central England, Pansy spoke in disbelief.

"I said it's really gone..."

Draco's pretty face was flushed and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Pansy's tickling hell finally ended when Daphne softened her heart and Astoria turned against her.

But before that, Draco was already exhausted from laughing and panting.

After playing around, Astoria left with a slightly blushing face, saying she was going to find a friend.

"Would you like to try to take the initiative?"

"After all, he's the first person I like."

Daphne said quietly. Pansy smiled when she heard it.

"Even Daphne said so."

"Isn't there going to be a Christmas ball this year? Should we use that opportunity to take the initiative?"

Looking at Daphne's gentle but firm eyes, and Pansy's encouragement in her smile,

Draco leaned back slightly, resting his head on the seat, and spoke softly.

"It's good like this now. I don't think we need to worry about the progress."

What was not said was that after the World Cup, there would be two or three exchanges of letters every week.

Even though the two didn't meet or talk more often, they seemed to know each other better.

In a way, she preferred it this way.

At least I don't have to go through it so often.

The feeling of her heart beating so fast in front of Harry that it was almost painful.

"As expected of Miss Malfoy."

"Before the World Cup, he was still feeling aggrieved, but now he can make such a relaxed statement."

Pansy's tone was somewhat delighted.

Draco blushed slightly and stood up a little happily.

He took out a stack of letter papers carefully tied with a ribbon from the inner pocket of his windbreaker hanging on the hook on the side of the carriage door.

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time."

Her face was still filled with shyness and reserve, but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears had already hit the shore like waves.

Pansy and Daphne's eyes sparkled, clearly sharing Draco's joy.

"Oh, it turns out that the innocent Miss Malfoy is having an affair with the cheating Mr. Potter."

"Pansy, that's not how adultery and cheating are used, right?"

"Never mind, you know what I mean."

"Really...you can't teach Astoria these words."

"How long have you been writing letters like this?"

Daphne admonished Pansy helplessly and turned to Draco.

"It started the day after you guys came to play at my house. What do you want to do now?"

Just as Draco finished speaking, he saw a ruler appear from the tip of Pansy's wand and she kept measuring herself, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Don't pay attention to me, you guys in the dignified group should speak properly."

Seeing Pansy's serious expression, Daphne and Draco smiled at each other.

Draco continued to talk about the whole story of his correspondence with Harry.

"He also wrote a letter the day after he was attacked."

"Then we talked about the addition of a prom dress to the uniform this year."

"Is he going to make the invitation again? The etiquette for inviting people to dance is a little different."

"He can't dance. He'll probably just eat something on the sidelines."

Draco pressed his fan to his lips to hide his smile.

"That's good too. It's tiring to be in the spotlight all the time."

Daphne said with feeling.

Although the Greengrass family is not as big as the Malfoy family, it is also one of the largest families in the wizarding world.

As the eldest daughter, she certainly knows what it feels like to be in the spotlight since she was young.

Especially, the Greengrass girl had an extra reason to always attract attention.

Passed down from our ancestors, buried deep in our blood,

A curse that will recur in any generation and at any time.

Daphne, who had always been weak since childhood, also attracted a lot of attention because of this.

The parents' concern for their daughter's life and the pure-blood relatives' efforts to find a way to break the curse.

and the curiosity of certain people in the wizarding world about how the mysterious curse works.

Daphne's free time is often spent receiving care from all sides and being examined and tested in different occasions.

This brought a lot of trouble and discomfort to her childhood, but fortunately, she always had Draco and Pansy by her side.

What made Daphne even more fortunate was that her relatively easy-to-react physique in the test gradually made people believe that

The curse may have lurked in her, and it has greatly slowed down the frequency with which Astoria is tested.

Therefore, watching the lively and sometimes crazy little sister running wild,

Daphne always found it hard to warn him because his appearance was so contrary to her ladylike temperament.

Quietly indulging Astoria and enjoying the unrestrainedness that she had not been able to experience since she was a child would also heal herself.

I deeply understand that although the quiet temperament is mostly due to my personality, it is also more or less due to some physical factors.

Sensing the thoughts behind Daphne's voice, Draco sat down next to Daphne and held her hand.

"Did you go for another checkup during the summer vacation? Have you seen any signs recently?"

The joy of sharing love affairs was gradually replaced by worries.

Pansy also stopped measuring and looked at Daphne with concern.

It wasn't until Daphne shook her head that the two of them felt relieved.

Knowing her personality, she would never deceive the two of them.

"I'm fine. Have been fine for a while, in fact."

Pansy also sat down, put her arm around Daphne's shoulders, and turned her head to kiss her slightly curly hair.

"You all need to be well."

"I still prefer a gentle Pansy like this."

"My tenderness is only for you, unlike you who want to share it with Potter."

"Parkinson's!"

"Okay, stop teasing Draco."

Daphne smiled as she watched the sisters having fun, and turned the topic back to Harry.

"So, you won't be dancing this year either?"

Facing Daphne's sincere gaze, Draco's cheeks suddenly felt warm.

"It's Potter himself who doesn't want to dance. I don't necessarily want to be his partner."

"No! I've just taken your measurements. I'll make you a new Potter-specific dress."

"I have prepared a new dress."

"Dear Draco, there are dresses and the dress in this world."

"I will design the latter for you."

“I think so too.”

"If Pansy helps, maybe it will really come out in a brilliant style."

Hearing Daphne's words, I remembered the birthday present Pansy gave me.

I have to admit that Pansy is really good at creating different temperaments for herself.