"Are you my father?"
"...It's not (no)."
"Are you my mother?"
"…Uh, no."
"Ten thousand steps back, godfather?"
"...If I'm like that, just beat me to death."
After a serious dialogue of questions and answers, a shocking roar sounded in the rose garden:
"Then why the hell do you help me decide which girl I will dance with!"
"…………"
After briefly describing the matter to Draco, Harry swallowed the words 'I just agreed to persuade', rubbed his nose and whispered, "I don't think you listened to Uncle Lucius..."
"Shut up!" Draco put a finger on his chest, his eyes blazing, "You - what's wrong with you! What are you telling Pansy! Did you lose any of your healing spells and inspection spells? On yourself? Huh? Have you choked your brain?"
Harry quickly held the finger that was poking his chest and explained: "Because she is your friend, Draco! I may not be friends with all your friends, but I don't want you to exclude me because they want to , just stay away from them! That's not fair to you! I hope you can reconcile!" He smiled softly, and his voice became soothing unobtrusively.
Draco put his hands on his hips and couldn't help but abandon the aristocratic demeanor he had maintained for a while today. Now he rolled his eyes: "Oh, Merlin, thank you! Look what stupid things you have done! Who? Make peace with Pansy! She is no longer my friend - no, wait," he looked at Harry up and down in horror, and his voice went up an octave, "You don't remember some bullshit love letter, do you? "
"...Watch the language, Draco." Harry said, "Why did you suddenly think of that?"
"I don't care about that," Draco shouted, "Tell me clearly what you really think!"
"I just want to make things clear. I don't have any other ideas. Draco, you and Pansy are both the kind of people who think too much. This is determined by the environment," Harry said, patting the dirt on his pants. " And friends who are always fighting each other to the death will not be happy, and why can't they break away from who is targeting whom?"
"..." Draco said expressionlessly, "Speak in English."
That means, speak human language.
"Well, I just thought, why does she hate me? She is so selfish that she wants to kill me or you? That is definitely impossible. We are only thirteen years old, and we must still have room for it, so I told her Talk and let her vent her anger - don't look like this, she is a girl - and then I persisted to the end and finally figured out that she was angry because she felt..."
Harry's fluent explanation suddenly stopped here.
Draco raised an eyebrow suspiciously: "...what?"
"She feels..." Harry didn't know how to describe Pansy's statement. Really, he didn't feel anything just now. Facing the main character in the discussion, Draco, he found it difficult to describe it in a normal way. The tone of it, depending on who said it, seemed a little weird, a little, well, anyway, he thought Draco would get angry after hearing it.
But what to say?
Oops, too bad. If he had known earlier, he would have asked Pansy to wait for a while and let her describe it.
"What do you think?" Draco said, "Are you stuttering again now? Are you still mute? You and Pansy are chatting endlessly in this romantic date place. How can you not stutter when your mouth has no zipper?"
"..." Harry was shocked by the 'Dating Land', "...I am sorry?※"
"Oh, haven't you heard," Draco sneered, "Why don't you look where you are? Blaise's stepfather's rose garden is a very famous romantic place. The magic roses planted can actively adjust the weather. What about you?" Don’t you feel a little cold? If you use a magic spell, it will snow here. When the red roses are blooming, it will be accompanied by snow, and when the white roses are blooming, it will be accompanied by moonlight. Of course, the other way around is also possible, because many people think it is beautiful. , ha, half a Frenchman."
Harry: "…………"
"You left me and went to a date place to talk," Draco said, "What do you want me to think?"
Harry: "......You misunderstood. Of course I couldn't have known that this was a dating destination. Don't you understand me? I would have no choice but to fly out without you. I have never been to this place. You understand me." .”
Harry is not very good at reading maps. He can remember the roads he has taken, but it is impossible for him to recognize the road out of thin air - although this is not what he meant when he said this.
Draco was pleased by the last sentence. He calmed down a little and nodded slightly: "Then continue."
"..." Harry thought hard for a while, and then tried to express Pansy's meaning in a simple way, "Pansy, I mean Parkinson, she thinks you are treating me..." He felt a little red for no reason, coughed a few times and lowered his head without noticing. Draco's whole body suddenly became tense, "...a bit of special treatment. She thinks it's unfair, and misses the friendly times between you and her in the past. She wishes I had never appeared, so that you would be the same as before - Of course, we have already talked about it, so she will no longer help others target us, nor will she target me herself, which is perfect, and I didn't help you make the decision, I just said I would advise you."
After thinking about it, Harry wanted to say that she likes you very much, but he felt that this kind of thing needed to be said by himself, so he just added it slowly.
"She cares about you," Harry said. "Most of the time she doesn't mean it, she just wants to do good things for you in her own way, even if those actions hurt you unintentionally and make you sad."
"What are you talking about——cough cough cough cough!!!"
This explanation resulted in Draco almost losing his breath. The shortness of breath and the tragic consequences of irritating himself to death. He bent over and coughed continuously, tears coming out. Harry hurriedly patted his back to calm him down, and was pushed by him again. Go to the side.
"——Can you grow something called a brain?" Draco rolled up his sleeves after recovering, with a ferocious look on his face. He strangled Harry's neck again, holding him tightly, "or take some medicine to replenish your emotional intelligence. ! You are thirteen years old, not three, are you so moved by her words? Oh my god, "After staying in the United States for a long time, Draco even betrayed his racial beliefs unintentionally, blurting out a commonly used Muggle omg," You still want to come to 'persuade' me, why don't you go dance with her yourself! What Slytherin values is profit, do you have to believe that she is crazy because of 'love'? You have to laugh to death before I am willing to accept it, right?"
Harry looked miserable because of his statement and retorted: "What you said is too much. Pansy is sincere to you, and don't you believe that there are girls who will fall in love with you because of who you are? You should have this confidence. Yes, Draco."
"..." Draco choked on the last sentence, stared for a long time, and then uttered an accusation: "Okay, you call her Pansy! What, you guys had a great conversation here, so the relationship is progressing quickly. , right? And now you are refuting me for her!"
Draco started again, he started again! Strong words! Harry really felt like his head was as big as three.
Sometimes he really felt that he shouldn't be nosy. Why did he get angry and do this just now?
One Draco like this is more difficult to deal with than ten Pansys. For the latter, Harry can try to deal with her no matter what until she is convinced and sit down to have a talk. For the former, well, of course, he can also punish her violently, but what will happen next? That's hard to say.
"You have to be reasonable, Draco, you really have to be reasonable," Harry couldn't help but laugh or cry, "For whom am I talking to a girl I don't like at all? At the cost of putting my neck under the other person's wand? I also burned the other party’s wand, and I’m likely to face legal sanctions and compensation? I’m putting myself at risk!”
It is indeed illegal to burn another wizard's wand for no reason, because it is no different from smashing someone's car, and it is even much more serious when investigated carefully.
"Liar, what you're talking about can't be called 'risking yourself', so stop pretending to be miserable," Draco pointed out confidently, "As long as you want, Pansy has a hundred ways to force you to let go, and you," He narrowed his eyes and poked the other person's heart with his finger, poking and poking like a drill. Harry thought that three holes might be poked out of him. The other two were Draco's eyes. "Just like a veteran, let her read it." He cursed her, teased her, and eloped with her to a date place, gently..."
He wanted to enlighten him gently, wanted to say more sweet-sounding ideas, and identified these as Harry's actions and thoughts, so as to make the other party angry. This feeling is very strange. You know that the other person probably doesn't mean it this way, but even the slightest possibility makes you feel angry in your heart. He can't help but want the other person to taste the stinging words——
————But the more he talked about himself, the angrier and more aggrieved he became. There was a rage in his heart that wanted to strangle Pansy to death and burn Harry to death.
My eyes were so sore, it felt like there was a big thorn stuck in my throat, and my words were more like thorns.
And these stinging words obviously came from his own mouth, but... they made him feel as if he was being thrown into a donut frying pan, and those who tasted it might smell sweet. It smells like being bombed, but it is very painful. It is not pleasant to be bombed, and I feel that I am no longer myself.
What is he doing, what does he want to express? Draco was almost going crazy. What the hell is my tongue doing? ! I don't want to be beaten to the ground by an angry Harry!
However, another voice in my heart said - So what does Harry mean to Pansy?
This sentence was like a curse, turning over and over in his mind, causing him great torment.
Fortunately, the person he was suffering from was not really suffering from low QQ.
"——What nonsense are you talking about! Wait, what are you thinking!" Harry could smell the sadness and suffering in the other party without even using his abilities, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. Harry was so angry at those words that he wanted to punch Draco and tell him to stop talking nonsense, but he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold Draco's shoulders and said worriedly, "Don't be so excited... wake up, Draco, I'm telling Parkinson Not even a finger! I haven’t talked to her as much as we could on a random day! I don’t even appreciate her. I speak for her because she really likes you! She can’t lie to me about this!”
He slowed down his tone and treated an out-of-control Draco like a coaxing sister: "Shh, shh, I am a mind reader. You know this. Maybe I can't tell others, but I can tell who She is sincere, who is using the guise of being sincere to lie to me, I swear I will never talk to her again...Shh, Draco, look at me, I really don’t mean that, don’t worry, we won’t fall in love with a girl of."
His words were so soft, like flower petals. And the statement 'I don't like her' was so convincing that Draco believed it immediately. He looked at those green eyes that were always attractive to him, and the burning anger that had just surged suddenly disappeared, as if it had been completely doused by the green lake.
——Harry doesn’t like Pansy, I am more important than Pansy.
————That’s right, he won’t like Pansy, because if that happens I will break up with him, he won’t be so stupid, and he won’t want to lose his friend.
————He wouldn’t want to lose me.
An unprecedented feeling of excitement, recognition and satisfaction made Draco open his arms and hug Harry, who hugged him back comfortingly and patted his back, which really brought peace of mind to the other person.
"...I," Draco muttered, resting his head on Harry's shoulder, even though he was taller, "...I'm sorry for doubting your taste."
"What is taste...well, taste is taste, it doesn't matter," Harry said. In order to let him know that he was really not angry, he also joked, "Let those words go with the wind. We can still meet at the dinner table." , you and I can have a pudding each without any fight." He patted Draco's back a few times, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm really not angry."
Besides, I would never fall in love with a girl like Draco. Harry thought to himself. Their personalities are too different, and it's very possible that they like different types of people.
That's right, even if there are many good buddies in movies and TV series who break up because of a girl, they can still be best friends for life, and they will never yell at each other or roll up their sleeves for anyone else.
Harry was very pleased with himself, thinking happily.
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"So how did you come up with that idea?" After the two of them calmed down and made peace, they changed two chairs and sat down. Harry couldn't help but asked, "That's ridiculous. ! How could I fall in love with Pansy! I will never like someone who doesn’t hate me!"
His face was filled with sentences such as 'Are you kidding me?' 'Have you really thought about it before you say it?' 'Are you stupid?' and so on.
"Who knew," Draco snorted, "Achilles also fell in love with the Amazon Queen, who wanted to beat him to the heart before she died."
"That's enough, it was a war, and Achilles only found out that the other person was a beauty after killing him. That's not fancy. Don't tell me about the messy customs in Greece - listen, This is the most ridiculous accusation I have ever heard," Harry said. "I don't like Parkinson. I even hated Parkinson before because she always said bad things about me. In front of you, you can rest assured."
"Thank you, you can continue to hate her, because I don't like her at all. I hate her. Even if she falls in love with you, I can't help but tell her to go away. I just thought that you might be interested in her. Go crazy!" Draco immediately said decisively, "You can absolutely hate her a little more, and it's not bad to hate her."
Harry's mouth twitched: "Well, I don't quite understand what's going on between you. Is it a dispute over interests? Is this serious... Do you have any grudge against Parkinson?"
"That's right," Draco said without hesitation, "Have you forgotten who caused us to fall into the lake? My outfit was completely ruined!"
"Actually, I don't understand this. Why would she drag you down?" Harry blinked and thought for a moment, thinking that it might just be convenient. "She doesn't have the heart to hurt you at all." In fact, hurting Draco would make Pansy She felt hopeless with herself, helpless, regretful, and felt shameful.
The only person who can make a proud noble lady shed her pride is their admirer. Harry didn't like Pansy, but he sympathized with people who sacrificed their pride and sacrificed themselves for the one they loved. Maybe Pansy didn't do that much, and it couldn't be compared at all, but Harry could still relate to it.
Just like Uncle Erik, in front of Charles, his dignity, his strength, and his power can all be destroyed by losing Charles.
"If you ever say nice things to her again, get out!" Draco gritted his teeth. He didn't want to hear a word starting with "P" anymore. "If you mention her damn thoughts again, get out. You are totally I'm making my own decisions. I don't need you to mediate the relationship between me and her. I am quite a friend to her, and the Malfoy family is not afraid of losing Parkinson as an ally and making her hate us until the end of the world."
"Isn't that too cruel for a girl..." Harry tried to save himself.
"Is it okay for you to be so cruel to me?"
Draco spoke loudly with all his strength, his facial features were distorted, and his ridiculous expression contained a ferocious look that only comes after settling the score, "Lock me up inside the wall, Pansy said don't let me listen, then you just throw me away." Disappear on the spot, and you still want me to dance with such an idiot... Merlin! I think you really hate me, right?!"
This is so heartbreaking. Harry definitely can't take the blame so casually.
"How could it be! I did this because I hoped you would not lose your friends!" Harry shouted, "How could I hate you!"
Draco raised his chin and snorted coldly.
"I don't know you're unhappy about this," Harry really wanted to imitate Pansy and pull down a handful of roses. He couldn't help but feel a little irritated, "But you're unhappy and I don't like you talking about me like that, Draco, this is too much. It breaks my heart.”
"Are you a little girl? You said, 'This hurts my heart too much'..." Draco said, "I was so angry when I saw you and Pansy walking away." He recounted the grievance angrily, "Come back Later, I learned that you could decide for me whether to choose a dance partner or Pansy, which made me suspect that you were fed a love drug by her."
"Okay, let me clarify again," Harry had to make a swear gesture to reiterate that he was not a traitor. What Draco did just now was too scary. Harry can guarantee that if Pansy was still here, she would have been beaten. Draco's His eyes were as if he wanted to eat someone, "I really, really don't mean to force you. How could I ask you to do anything for others! As you said, I am not Uncle Lucius or Aunt Narcissa. I can't even snap None! Moreover, that is your own business. When I said I would persuade, I meant suggestions, or just casual remarks. If you don’t want to, I will even help you find a way to get rid of her. You are my friend. ,Draco!"
"That's about right." Draco pushed Harry, and after receiving such a long assurance, he felt like he drank a large glass of warm honey water. You didn't think it was too sweet, but it was just right. After drinking it, your chest felt comfortable. But Draco was Draco after all, and he still complained: "And you still think that I am angry with you because I have a crush on Pansy... What kind of brain can create such an idea!"
No matter how good-tempered Harry was, he couldn't help but look at him with a sarcastic expression. He looked at him with a pair of green eyes with a smile on his face. And just when Draco's heart was beating wildly at this sight, like a stone hitting the lake, he heard Harry say:
"Well, I am a boy, you are a boy, Pansy is a girl, I am not interested in her, and you see us standing together and you are not happy, what else can I think? How do I know that you are so petty and your thoughts are like a black hole? "
Draco: "…………"
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"Oh, it's so good to see you all back together," Blaise said thoughtfully, handing over two cups of specially prepared hot black tea, as if he didn't notice Harry's messy hair and Draco's pale face, " Would you like some more desserts? I bet you would like the scones made by my father's house elves... Oh, by the way, Draco, Mr. Lucius was looking for you just now."
"Are you kidding me, eating scones at this hour?" Draco said disdainfully, reluctantly walking in the direction of his father, and gave Harry a warning look before leaving.
As for Harry, he was really hungry, so he took a piece of rose scone and tasted it. His eyes lit up because it tasted quite good, and it went even better with black tea.
He gave a thumbs up, and Blaise smiled and took a step forward to whisper to Harry.
"I just saw Pansy running back, and she seems to need a new wand," Blaise said. "Although I don't think it has reached this point, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson didn't leave. Have you finally made friends? ?”
"Like you said, it's not to that point," Harry smiled and pushed his head away, "We accidentally burned the wand when we were playing around. It was an accident, and we all agree with the result."
Blaise raised his lips, "It's hard not to sound like a slytherin."
Harry smiled and stopped talking. At this time, the band changed to a song. It was slow, heavy and solemn, suitable for dance with a slower rhythm. He looked in the direction of Lucius, waiting for Draco to come back, but when he was eating the second piece of scone, he found Draco arguing with his father with an embarrassed look on his face, and Lucius's face didn't look good either. , the father and son seemed eager to point their wands at each other and start a fight if they disagreed, which was very unseemly.
"What happened to Draco and Uncle Lucius?" Harry blinked and asked Blaise beside him.
"This is not something we can figure out by looking at it from a distance...but I can probably guess what it is for." Blaise said with a smile, "Draco didn't bring any female companion this time. Maybe you live in the United States, no. I know this, but..."
"But is this embarrassing?" Harry pushed up his glasses, feeling that this hidden rule should not be applicable to some people, "But I thought Draco wasn't the kind of teenage girl companion, so he would be less embarrassed. People."
When unpopular boys attend such banquets or parties, they will really need a girl to be his face. This proves that they are no worse than others, that is, ordinary people. However, a popular boy does not need to do this, because he has enough face. To put it bluntly, a beautiful female companion is just the icing on the cake for him.
Harry thought Draco clearly belonged to the latter.
"He is, but Mr. Malfoy thinks it's rude." Blaise said easily. "Many girls wanted to be his female companion, but he refused. And now he can't even dance. It's really not like that." , don’t worry, since Uncle Lucius has spoken, Draco will definitely show off in the end - I just don’t know who he will pick."
"...Can you not sound like Queen Victoria choosing a husband?" Harry was really afraid of this kind of thing. Seeing Draco and his father arguing, his face turned red and his teeth began to turn sore, "Why can't you just stand there? How about spending a good night here? Chat, talk about your recent life, and homework... We are only thirteen years old."
"Harry, actually it's not bad to have fun," Blaise sighed in his mind, 'Ah, r□□enclaw', and at the same time encouraged Harry to go to the dance floor to have some fun, "I know a lot of good girls, they are very good at dancing and Play, if Draco can't resist his father and goes to dance, you can keep him company...oh, look, he's walking towards the dance floor."
Harry quickly turned his eyes back, and sure enough he found Draco angrily... stomping over? Stomping your feet? Stomping your feet?
"Oh, Merlin," Blaise was shocked, "I really didn't expect that."
"How angry is he..." Harry murmured in disbelief, "I even doubt that he is going to crush the ground... Wait, who is the dance partner he is looking for?"
"I have to think about it...this seems to be a hufflepuff?" Blaise said uncertainly. Because the girls Draco invited casually were short and unattractive, and the girls who impressed Blaise were all beautiful women, and Harry had been separated from school for too long.
While Harry and Blaise were desperately searching for memories, Wanda and Sirius walked over together.
"What's wrong, my dear," Sirius just invited Wanda for a quick dance. The two of them didn't talk much but both danced well. They were also a beautiful scene on the dance floor, "Where were you whispering just now? ?”
"It was just a small conflict, and it has been resolved now," Harry replied smoothly, while discussing with Blaise, "Do you think it will be eleven years old? Or twelve years old? Ask Cedric?"
Wanda rescued the third scone from his hand that was not being chewed, and helped him straighten his hair: "You want to know which girl he is dancing with his arms around?"
"Yes," Harry said, while looking at the scone regretfully. He actually wanted to eat it, but eating three in a row seemed a bit too embarrassing, "but it's a bit far away, and I can't quite recognize it." Show a face.”
Wanda wiped the snack residue from the corner of his mouth again and smiled: "What's the problem, Harry, are you awake? Come with me and I'll let you see clearly."
"Huh? What? Wanda? Wanda!?"
Wanda held Harry's hand while saying "wait, wait, wait" with one hand, and held up the skirt with the other hand. The two siblings were almost like a gust of wind blowing onto the dance floor. Although the hem of the red skirt is flamboyant, Wanda is the one who can hold it down. Although there is a big height difference between her and Harry, this does not prevent Harry from getting into the mood without blinking under her guidance, waiting for him. When he came back to his senses, he was already being led by his sister. He put a hand on her waist and pulled her around in a slow circle.
The strange thing is that Wanda is 5 feet 7 inches tall, and Harry's dancing skills are very bad, but under the melodious and solemn music, Harry barely stepped on his sister's feet, but looked at the diamonds in her ears. The earrings flashed, and she stepped on most of the beats perfectly.
"...Wow." After dancing for a while, Harry discovered the secret. There was a light red light floating under his legs. It was difficult to detect when Wanda was dancing with him in a red dress, but This kind of power brings a kind of buffering and a kind of control, making his jerky steps unconsciously move in a more relaxed way, and these steps must be correct. The red power is like a tuner, Calibrator, "You are a genius, Wanda!" he whispered in surprise.
"As long as you don't step on my feet, I won't be stingy with your help." Wanda joked with a slight smile, her chestnut curly hair floating slightly with the dance steps. Harry felt that the grace was extremely beautiful and couldn't help but praise it. When you are really in this mood, you will find that it is very easy to say sweet words, because it is almost what you say from the bottom of your heart, although Harry is not very good at this, "I am the best at the dance." Girl dancing, so lucky! Beauty, can you leave your phone number? Can we have another dance? Please?"
He raised his head, blinked his green eyes, and said very flatteringly.
"Even if this girl is your sister, and you have to know that it is useless to please and praise your family, your sister can't be your girlfriend?" Wanda pursed her lips and smiled.
"Being my sister does not compromise her beauty and charm." Harry also said with a smile, "Why is this useless? I can make you happy, that's useful enough, Wanda."
"Okay, you did it." Wanda smiled and pinched the nose of the little thing in front of her. "Dance seriously and don't step on your feet."
The two siblings happily danced the entire song. During this process, Harry was focused on not stepping on Wanda's feet and had no time to notice Draco... And at the beginning of the next song, a girl came to him and stood in front of his sister. After smiling mysteriously and stepping aside, he proudly stretched out his hand.
"Dance a song."
She ordered impatiently and coolly.
"..." Harry was so frightened that his glasses almost fell off the bridge of his nose, "...Parkinson?"
"Yes," Pansy said coldly and took his hand, "What's the problem?"
Compared to just now, she changed into another set of clothes. This time it was a black dress studded with pearls, which matched her short black hair and black eyes. The black gauze gloves and black hair accessories made her look more adult. Feminine style, not like a girl in a dress.
Of course. Harry looked at the high heels she was wearing. She is out of the league of girls just by wearing a pair of shoes that are at least 7cm tall.
There is a problem. Of course, your expression does not look like an invitation to dance, but like an invitation to experience the feeling of falling from a height of three thousand meters with you. Harry really wanted to say that.
"Don't stand there stupidly. It's common to change dance partners." Pansy looked impatient, but forced a smile on her lips. She shook the carved fan in her hand, "Although you didn't succeed in persuading Draco, couldn't you yourself? Dance with me? Are you going to refuse a lost lady? Aren’t you the kindest, x□□ier?”
"Well, of course there's no problem with dancing... I'm just afraid that I'll be killed by Draco," Harry danced with her awkwardly, feeling that he might be unlucky again, "or maybe we both get killed together. Draco He won't be happy to see us dancing, he just lost his temper over this, do you know the terrible consequences?"
"Of course I know, Blaise also said this to me, 'You know the terrible consequences, right?'" Pansy said confidently, while putting on a sweet smile on her face, "But if it wasn't to make him sad, Point, why should I ask you to dance?"
Harry: "…………"
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Draco held a little girl numbly, as if he was giving a dance lesson - and this dance lesson was still half-finished. The little hufflepuff girl opposite almost scared him to tears, because his head was always fixed in an deviated position like the model. The angle, the expression on his face was so ugly that he looked like a carpenter who was dumped by his girlfriend midway, so he carved out a face that wanted to eat everyone.
Of course, Draco didn't care if the little girl he had temporarily chosen was shivering. He watched in shock as Pansy walked over, turned her back to him, and stretched out her hand to Harry. Then Harry seemed to be frightened and walked in a daze. He gave her a standard kiss on the hand and started dancing with her——
——Hand kiss! Dance!
Draco was almost out of breath, and he felt something in his chest tightening violently. During the first dance, he noticed that Harry was being taken off the stage - of course he knew, he had to check it every once in a while, Blaise, that bastard was not Pansy - but it was Wanda after all, it was Harry who was not related by blood. But there is a huge age difference between sisters. Everyone who has sisters will have the experience of dancing with their sisters. This is normal. However, even if he put a nail in Draco's head, he never thought that Pansy and Harry would actually dance together. Two dances.
At this moment, the cello in the band played an untimely tune that seemed to be on the verge of danger. Every stretch of the tone was like a knife. When it was spinning in circles, the fake smile on Pansy's face gradually deepened. Draco's level of irritability.
Why is there such a feeling in the world? Is it as painful and unbearable as if your chest is on fire? Its heat can almost burn you.
Draco gritted his teeth.
Calm down, Draco Malfoy, you need to figure out where this is, figure out that your father is watching you...even if you will one day escape from his sight and resist what he asks you to do.
And you can't embarrass the wretch you chose - you'll get harry's troublesome, mother-like, x□□ier condemnation afterwards.
Draco began to grind his teeth secretly and slowly again, but his head twisted back at the last moment. He finally concentrated and put on an extremely arrogant smile on his face. Then at the climax of the music, he lifted up the little hufflepuff girl in a cute little skirt and spun her around in gorgeous circles.
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While Draco was making gorgeous movements as if to rebut and resist, Pansy was enduring Harry's muttering to himself.
"This time I can see the girl's face clearly...she seems to be the same age as Ginny?" Harry looked at his feet to avoid stepping on the girl, and tried to get closer to that side. He counted the distance, "Three, four, five... …”
"Before you leaned over, did you look at your own expression? Your face?" Pansy looked up. They were about the same height, so it was easy for them to hit each other's face with their breath, even though they were both only thirteen. Years old, she is still a child, but she can still conjure up a little bit of ambiguity, and this is what Pansy wants. She just went to ask Draco to dance, but the latter rejected a bunch of people and chose a guy who didn't have all his hair. child.
"My expression? My face?" Harry asked confused.
I'm still human, so my face shouldn't turn green. He made sure of it to himself. Oh no, I'm a mutant.
"Are there scales?" Harry couldn't help but touch his face, which was smooth.
"Don't let go of my waist, x□□ier," Pansy reminded, "Don't forget that you have to lift me up too."
What else could Harry do? He had no choice but to do as he was told. Looking through the gaps in the crowd, Draco didn't even look at him, focusing on dancing with the little girl.
"Merlin," since Pansy returned to this place, it was as if all the fragility just now had disappeared. Her black eyes looked at Harry, looking at an interesting thing, with a sly smile on her face, and she painted Fingers with black nails gently brushed his cheek, "...So your face can still make such an expression?"
"What expression?" Harry couldn't help but ask again, his eyes couldn't take away from Draco and the others in the distance.
The dance floor was not big and not too crowded, but such a small distance made Harry feel as if he and Draco were separated by an ocean. There was one world over there and another over here, because Draco didn't even look over. .
"Oh, I can't tell," the girl said lightly, "It's not a good expression. In your words, it might be because you saw someone else buying an out-of-print book before you did."
"True image." Harry couldn't help but spit out these words. He was not sure what his accent was when he said this sentence, but he still calmly lifted Pansy up and spun around, and then said, "Although I I still don’t understand what you want to express.”
"You're a little stronger than I thought - by the way, you said we could have a drink," Pansy didn't pick up his words, "Would you like to have a drink later?"
"It's hard to say." Harry said truthfully, "I'm afraid Draco will come and kill him later."
Pansy sneered: "Oh, yes, of course he will."
Harry felt that the way she looked at him was still not good - but what was very puzzling was why she came to dance with him? She hated herself so much. Or is this a means of entrapment? In order for Draco to strangle himself or drown himself with spit?
Harry couldn't help but start thinking divergently again.
The song finally ended, and Harry finally managed to avoid stepping on Pansy too much. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and immediately wanted to leave the dance floor, but alas, Pansy still held on to his hand, so he watched Draco look like a Rushing like a broom is a thing that they are inevitable.
"... Explain it for driving?"
Draco looked at Pansy coldly, "Have you not eaten enough lessons, Pansy?"
Harry: "Wait, Draco ..."
"You shut up!" Draco slapped him back.
"There is nothing to explain," Pansy said sweetly, "Oh, just think someone might be a more considerate dance partner than you, hey, Harry, come a drink?" She raised a cup of cocktails and raised it. The method of mushing DRACO is the method she got from Blaise. "You really didn't see it, how beautiful Harry's face just now."
"Expressions, what expression?! Why do you call him 'haarry'?" Draco said, laughing, "It's like you are familiar with how much you are."
"Don't do this, Draco, we are all your friends, why can't we become friends?" Pansy giggled, "We dance and dance well."
But Harry noticed that her fingers straight, facing the glass wall of the glass, the nails were almost cut off, and her smile did not fully reach her eyes, penetrating her face, obviously she did to do it. These things are unhappy at all.
"Okay," Harry sighed and reached out to separate Draco and Pansy, "Who wants to get out of breath? Okay, I think, Draco, let's go out and walk around."
What kind of gas do you pass through the open -air garden? Draco rolled his eyes, but he really didn't want to stay here, especially Lucius's eyes were like a piercing back. He immediately walked away from Harry from these guests.
"Come with me." He said to Harry alienally, "See what you jumped." Before leaving, he reached out towards Blaise: "I want that spell."
Blaise smiled and patted a note in his hands.
"Of course, this is a crime -I hope you have a good experience."
Pansy stared at him several times.
…………
"So we have to be in ... Rose Garden ... practice dancing?"
Harry hesitant repeatedly.
Now that it has completely entered the night, the night sky at 8 o'clock in the United Kingdom is like a expensive velvet. The rose garden where Harry and Draco are located are brilliant on the moonlight cage. Shuo Shuo brightened.
"Yes, what do you have?"
Draco lost the cumbersome thing on his body -the cloak and brooch covering the outside of the white shirt, the most important thing is to hold the white gloves of others' hands.
"But there are so many thorn roses in this place, and you say it is a dating place ... is it a bit strange?" Harry touched his head and objectively said, "I'm afraid I will step on your feet."
"I was embarrassed to hear my father's words and a girl who didn't know the name dancing," Draco shook his hand and said impatiently. "You can't be careful, carefully, and give me a better ending dance? Do you know how torment is dancing with that group of people? My father stared at me, I had to do it as he said ... "He raised his lips disgusted.
"I have to say that this little girl is unfair, you are completely selected. Draco, there are no music here, there is no flat and broad place ..." Harry tried to persuade him because it was not a good place to dance, and he didn’t nor he did not dance. Knowing how DRACO is here to be here, the two boys secretly dance together.
"You can dance with Pansy, but don't help me relax?" Draco interrupted him, "How cruel are you, Harry?"
"..." Harry said, "Well, since you have to compare it, I ... can't help, right?"
"If you want to dance with a person," Draco lifted his sleeves and exposed his wrist, as if he was hot, "Don't jump with the messy people."
"Why?" Harry shrugged, and asked with interest: "Draco, what is your definition of messing up?"
"People other than me." Draco said expressionlessly, "How about this answer?"
Harry: "………… Ha?"
"Take off your dress and robe outside, we have to dance quickly." Draco said, "Don't say I didn't remind you -you didn't step on Pansy's feet, so don't want to touch my feet."
"........... why is this?" Harry shook his head and sighed, and began to unlock the first buttons. "Do you have revenge with me, or have blood with Pansy?"
"You care about me." Draco said, "I just want to do this."
—— but the correct answer is, I am jealous.
"Okay," Harry broke the jar and broke the tunnel. Since this is the case, it is better to let things go. "Then, the dance master Draco -you teach my awkward me." He put all the helpless expression away, Sort out the exposed white shirts and messy hair, as if at the nobles' balls, bowed to Draco to salute and stretch out their hands -yes, he suffered a loss, jumping for women.
"Teach me, Draco," Harry's face with a cunning smell, Draco swallowed, knowing that Harry could not be intentional, but still felt that he was deliberately blinking the bright one, making himself unable to resist himself. The green eyes, and the kind of soft smile, "Patience, teach me, how can I dance well -but I can't get angry because I step on your feet."
