Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 111: Upset Christmas

Merry Christmas, Potter.

Seven words echoed in Draco's eyes, ears and mind.

I stared at the card in confusion that shouldn't be here.

I wondered what I had just folded into the envelope. Then, I came back to my senses in horror.

I didn't dare to alarm my parents, so I couldn't scream out loud.

I looked out the window seriously, wondering if jumping off the window and ending my life would be a better option than living in shame.

Fortunately, I realized that escaping was just a cowardly mentality of the nobles and stopped thinking about it.

This is how I spent the most soul-destroying Christmas since I grew up.

After that, Draco asked his father more than once if there was any equipment or magic that could reverse time.

"The family has always had a time-turner left by our ancestors."

His father's answer gave Draco hope, and his eyes shone with a light he had never seen before.

Lucius spoke quickly, noticing the dangerous look in his daughter's eyes.

"But the Ministry of Magic has very strict rules regarding the use of time-related magic,"

"Besides, the equipment at home has long been broken. Now it is just a decoration in the study."

Draco's bright eyes suddenly returned to dead silence, and he sat back in the armchair silently.

Lucius, filled with worry, kept looking at his beloved wife, while Narcissa stared at her daughter with a smile as if watching a show.

-

On Christmas morning, Harry, still sleepy, crawled to the edge of the bed amid Ron's excited exclamations.

Ron was pointing dumbfoundedly at a long, thin package at the foot of Harry's bed.

"Then...what is that?"

Harry yawned and grabbed the nearest present.

As soon as I touched the packaging, I was awakened by the feeling that it was like cotton and linen mixed with pulp.

I brought the gift closer to my eyes and found that the creases and adhesives were carefully pressed.

Just above the gift lay a card with an ornate seal.

Although there is no family crest, it is obvious that the person who gave the gift is from a prominent family.

He scrambled back to his pillow, put on his glasses, and responded to Ron casually.

"You can take it apart if you want."

After getting the permission, Ron hurriedly unwrapped the slender package, while Harry, feeling the strong pounding of his heart, carefully tore open the wax seal.

I was confused to find that there was a card with smudged and illegible writing inside.

Fortunately, the pen pressure on the back of the card is much deeper than the erasure, so perhaps the information that was lightly covered can be slowly retrieved from the indentation left by the pen tip.

He jumped out of bed and was about to go to the table to crack the card when Ron's hoarse voice came.

“I can’t believe it…”

"Who gave this to you?"

In his hand lay a Firebolt.

Harry was certainly somewhat delighted, but perhaps because he had already ridden the advance version, the feeling at this moment was far less intense than wanting to know the contents of the card.

He quickly put aside the paper and pen, stroked the imprint on the back of the card with his left hand, and after deleting the smeared pen pressure, he patiently translated it.

/??Dear Harry, Thank you for your card.

It is always such a pleasure to talk and spend time with you during this period.

I remember last winter, when you were looking for information about the Chamber of Secrets in the library, you always forgot to bring gloves with you. I hope this gift can remind you.

Yours, De... Malfoy

Just reminding you to keep warm! I don't expect you to wear it all the time! /

Harry could no longer stop the smile that surged from his heart to his cheeks.

The guess is that after Draco wrote the card, he regretted it for some reason and smeared it lightly, but he didn't know how he sent out the card that should not be circulated.

When I came to my senses, I realized that Ron was still marveling at the Firebolt.

"Oh my God! Who on earth would spend so much money on you!"

"I bet it was either Dumbledore or Lupin..."

"Where does Lupin get so much money?"

Harry responded absentmindedly, throwing himself back on the bed and opening his present with caution in his haste.

It was a pair of hand-knitted gloves in gold and red.

If it weren't for its soft and smooth touch, different from that of ordinary wool, it could easily be mistaken for ordinary college clothing.

He hurriedly brought it to his eyes, and the gloves had a light and elegant fragrance.

Only then did I notice that silver-white silk threads were weaving and interweaving on the inner circle of the wrist.

The embroidered Draco totem is small and delicate, which is difficult for others to see.

"What are you two laughing at?"

Hermione's confused voice came from the door, and Crookshanks followed her in and jumped lightly onto Seamus' bed.

When she stepped into the door, she seriously considered whether to close it and leave.

Harry looked at the house gloves with a dreamy expression, grinning foolishly, while Ron was obsessed with the Firebolt.

"Don't bring it here!"

Ron immediately became alert when he saw Crookshanks.

Harry quickly folded up the card and the message he had just "deciphered" and packed it up. Seeing this, Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at Ron, then looked at Harry.

"Who gave you that?"

Ron looked at Hermione and Crookshanks with a wary look.

But Harry had a vague feeling that Hermione's problem was not just about the Firebolt.

Fortunately, Crookshanks pounced on Scabbers, interrupting Hermione's suspicious gaze, but the dormitory was soon caught up in another storm.

Harry repeated in his mind the message that Draco didn't want him to read, and quickly forgot about the argument between Ron and Hermione.

Unfortunately, no matter how good your mood is, it can be ruined.

Especially after Christmas dinner, the Firebolt was taken away by Professor McGonagall because Hermione informed on him.

Ron and I returned to the dormitory angrily and fell asleep.

I don't quite remember whether I responded to Ron's question.

"Why do you wear those gloves even when you sleep?"

-

The Christmas holidays are over soon.

On the express train, Pansy and Daphne, who knew about the mis-sent card incident, took turns to comfort me who was feeling depressed.

Even Astoria broke with her usual behavior and stopped cursing Slug Potter, only trying to make Draco happy.

This may have something to do with Astoria being in a good mood after receiving Draco's gift.

Draco naturally didn't forgive his mistake so easily.

She was in a depressed mood and left the auditorium alone without even finishing her dinner after arriving at the campus, wanting to quietly hide back in the dormitory.

As soon as I stepped into the staircase leading to the cellar, I found Harry coming out from some secret door.

His overly warm smile made Draco's cheeks red, and made her feel embarrassed and secretly angry.

"How was your vacation?"

"Not good!" He said unhappily, lowering his head and walking around Harry.

Of course I was happy to see Harry.

But for some reason, she just wasn't in the mood to say a few more words to the culprit who suddenly sent her a Christmas card and ruined her holiday.

Although I can't help but feel confused.

Why did Harry know he was here?

Harry couldn't help but feel a little flustered when he received Draco's coldness without warning.

"I just wanted to thank you for..."

"Don't tell anyone!"

Hearing Harry's words, Draco interrupted in panic.

Although he knew it was all due to his own carelessness and had nothing to do with Harry.

But Harry couldn't help feeling annoyed when he thought about receiving a card that he had scribbled all over.

What was even more frightening was that Harry might somehow find a way to read what was covered up.

Whenever I think of this, I can't help but get angry.

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