Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 243 1 Everything will be fine (The irritable period is over)

When Draco opened his eyes again, he found himself leaning against Harry.

She blinked, and after confirming that she was still in the Potions classroom, her anxiety eased a little.

There was a pain deep in my mind, and I could only vaguely remember how I repeatedly begged Harry when my mind was blurred by the burning cheeks.

He blinked and glanced at the empty beer glass on the table not far away, and his fair face turned red again.

He lowered his head and sat up straight.

She moved away from Harry slightly and found that his right hand was gently around her shoulder.

As he moved, Harry seemed to notice his movements and gently tapped his shoulders. Before Draco looked up, he heard Harry speak softly.

"Is it any better?"

"Yeah." She nodded silently, thinking about everything that happened before she fell asleep, and asked to confirm with a little anxiety.

"Did I...say anything...?"

Feeling guilty, his voice became even quieter.

Fortunately, Harry shook his head and said calmly: "You just keep asking me not to be angry."

Draco didn't know why he was silent, and he didn't know why. When he spoke again, he apologized softly, "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Harry didn't say much, he just patted himself gently.

Even though he was still by his side and they were still leaning on each other intimately, Draco was secretly panicking.

It seemed that, during tonight's time together, the only thing that became clearer was the distance between the two of them.

Perhaps it was because there were too many gaps in the conversation that made me worry about the tacit understanding between us, which was no longer as smooth as I remembered.

He looked at Harry tentatively again, and the moment their eyes met, he only confirmed his intuition.

I hope that when our eyes meet, like before, the shyness that comes with our mutual understanding will involuntarily flash through my mind.

But he could only see his own reflection in those emerald green eyes behind the lenses, which were always brave and straightforward, surrounded by the nameless anger that Harry tried hard to suppress.

It seems that I gradually understand that this hope is just my wishful thinking.

Harry was currently experiencing too many turbulent emotions, and he understood that he was distressed by the possibility of an explosion at any time.

Then he caught a glimpse of the back of Harry's right hand, which was cut by a sharp blade and still stained with blood, with the mark of "I cannot lie" engraved on it.

"Harry, what is this...?"

Draco's consciousness quickly woke up from the emotional trance of just waking up from drunkenness, and the sour pain in his chest was replaced by rising anger.

"Nothing, just labor service as a punishment from Umbridge."

Harry quickly retracted his hand and explained as if nothing had happened.

Draco frowned, his tightly closed lips slightly opened, but Harry already felt extremely irritated.

Even Harry himself wasn't sure why.

Even though she knew that Draco would be worried about the scar, she also knew that not long ago, she blamed herself for the pain because Draco drunkenly begged her not to vent her anger on him.

But he still couldn't control his anger, as if someone had kidnapped his mind, constantly stuffing resentment and hatred that he had never felt into his chest.

This was an experience that became increasingly apparent throughout the summer after returning from the cemetery.

But Harry still didn't tell anyone.

It was as if he had gotten used to it, as the scar on his forehead had never stopped hurting even for a moment after Voldemort's resurrection.

I once wondered whether such emotions might be related to the resurrection of Voldemort.

I once thought hopefully that maybe I could ask Dumbledore if there was a corresponding method.

I also thought about asking Draco if there were any tricks of mental magic to control emotions in Draco's study, which was filled with family background.

But every time such a thought flashed through my mind, my thoughts were blocked by the memories and emotions that were evoked.

The anger buried deep inside the body like an unexploded bomb would always explode in an instant. The next moment, a roar that did not belong to one's own would ring out in the mind: "What's the point of asking Dumbledore? He won't even look at you!"

"Draco too! No matter what, she would always choose her family over you, wouldn't she?" (said by Voldemort)

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The content of the dispute is omitted (you don’t like to read it anyway, so just skip it!)

The cellar, where the two people's argument echoed, returned to dead silence in the silent stare.

After a long moment, Draco finally heard his own voice rise, which sounded cold due to fatigue.

"I don't know why you are so mean to me."

She really doesn't understand.

Originally, I just wanted to take advantage of being a little tipsy to show weakness and make peace with Harry, willing to keep the grievances of the past week in my heart and slowly digest them.

Then, perhaps, after they had made peace, he could tell Harry how Dumbledore had shown his concern for Harry during their private lessons.

I hope he doesn't have to worry too much about Dumbledore's attitude, and at the same time, I also hope he doesn't have to be bothered by Umbridge's harassment.

But it seems that I misjudged the situation tonight from the very beginning.

He looked at the boy who survived and laughed bitterly.

The only time I had expected it correctly that night was that there was no trace of apology on his face.

Draco found that waves of chill spread from his heart to his whole body like ripples, gradually numbing his senses while also settling his overly tortuous emotions.

Harry was clearly still irritated by himself, not caring at all about how he felt.

Looking at his face more closely, the stubborn expression was exactly the same reckless look he had when we went on adventures together in the past.

Somehow, I remembered that at the end of last semester, I wanted to end the relationship.

I also remembered how he had repeatedly tried to save me in an unreasonably manner on the express train.

I no longer have the energy to try to sort out how I feel now.

"I want to go back." He heard his own voice become gentle again.

What I can’t express is that within the vortex of emotions that is draining my spirit, there are some deep suspicions.

Maybe Harry was right.

Maybe, I am right too.

Eventually, there comes a time when things have to give, doesn't it?

Draco looked at Harry calmly, and saw a trace of pain in his emerald eyes.

A thought just flashed through my mind - could it be that I have never really tried to understand Harry?

But it was only for a moment.

Seeing Harry's expression regain his stubbornness, Draco bit his lip, and as he turned sideways, he heard him speak hoarsely.

"Are you going to leave me too?"

Draco paused, receiving confirmation in his question.

Confirm that you are right, and also confirm that you have become stupid.

With his back to Harry, he knew clearly that there was only a sad and miserable smile on his face.

That's right, maybe Harry and Draco can only be a fairy tale in peacetime.

The stupid thing is, even if I have to make a choice eventually, I still can’t bear to do it.

I tried to adjust my thoughts, but could only maintain a blank expression.

He turned around, walked over to Harry, and gently held his scratched hand.

"I told you, I always believed in you. But I really don't want to argue anymore."

Harry just lowered his head and let himself be comforted. Just like a young animal that silently endured too much pain, after venting all the discomfort, he finally showed his scars in exhaustion.

Seeing Harry like this, Draco breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed all the complicated emotions in his heart.

I couldn't help but complain why no one wrote a book to remind lovers that they could be so disrespectful of their own emotions.

"Professor Dumbledore cares about you. I don't know what he's thinking, but he cares about you. So, don't think too much, okay?"

He pressed the back of Harry's hand gently and spoke firmly.

"Don't bother with Umbridge anymore. I'll find a way to deal with her. I swear on the honor of the Malfoy family."

I tried to joke a little, but Harry still didn't look up.

Draco could only stay with him quietly until Harry pulled his hand away and pulled a piece of parchment from his robes.

When Harry looked up and handed him the parchment, Draco was delighted to find that the green eyes had returned to their usual gentleness.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean to you. It's just that I really couldn't control myself.

I haven’t been sleeping well and I’ve been feeling angry for no apparent reason.”

Harry said as he ran his fingers through the side of Draco's hair.

After hesitating for a while, he spoke again.

"If, we take a break, and talk with only parchment until I can control my temper, what do you think?"

Seeing Draco's confused expression, Harry hurriedly explained.

"It was invented by Fred and George, who said they got the idea from the Marauder's Map and Riddle's diary.

It seems that as long as two people are in school, they can know each other's location and communicate with each other."

Draco laughed in surprise.

It seems that Gryffindor has good inventors: "They are amazing."

"Yeah, they're geniuses."

Harry also laughed dryly and agreed. "Besides, I'm afraid if I continue to make trouble like this... so I will try my best to control it..."

Draco blinked at Harry's blunt words. He puffed up his cheeks with tiredness and stretched out his index finger.

Poking his face, he spoke forcefully word by word.

"Very! Smart! If I had thought of this earlier, everything would have been fine."

Harry smiled bitterly, stood up, and stretched out his hand, as if testing whether he would hold it.

Draco folded his arms over his chest and squinted at Harry, until anxiety began to show in his eyes, then he pouted and handed over his left hand.

Seeing Harry's relieved expression, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Just before stepping out of the Potions classroom and letting go, he spoke again.

"I am still very sad. I am really very sad. Now I am just very tired. I don't feel anything anymore."

"Sorry…"

Hearing Harry mutter an apology, he stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand, and ruffled his messy hair.

“Don’t be so mean to me anymore.

Next time you get angry, remember that I always believe in you.

So, hurry up and calm down, don't keep me waiting too long, okay? "

"It won't be long, trust me."

Harry nodded, raised his right hand backwards, and spoke self-deprecatingly.

"After all, I can't lie."

Draco frowned, held Harry and kissed him deeply on the scar.

"You can't lie to me."

After exchanging a smile with Harry, he walked out of the classroom door.

But on the way back to the lounge alone, he confirmed it again.

It’s just that I really can’t bear to do it.

(Although it will take some time to completely end the temper, but in this way, the relationship is no longer affected by the temper. Maybe there will be some sweet moments in the next few chapters?)

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