HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

"Olga...I, I have something to tell you." Draco began stuttering.

Olga looked up at Draco. The rose matched her red lips, making her little face look even whiter and almost transparent.

Draco became even more nervous when Olga stared at him. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore his heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Olga raised an eyebrow: "Madame Malkin's robe shop?"

Draco was delighted and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

She still remembers! She must have me in her heart!

"I forgot to ask your name at that time, and mistakenly thought you were a pure-blooded German noble... I even asked my father to help me find out, but he couldn't find it at all..."

Draco regretted the moment he thought of their first encounter. If he had been more motivated, he could have become Olga's first friend in the wizarding world.

Olga remembered that if she remembered correctly, the first thing the young master asked her when he saw her was whether she was a pure-blood. However, it was obvious that their thinking was not on the same channel. The pure-blood she understood was not the pure-blood he thought.

"The next time I saw you was in Scarhead's carriage. I wanted to introduce myself formally... but I was interrupted by the damned Weasley!"

Draco was still furious when he thought about this. The Weasleys were indeed pure-blood traitors and had no manners!

Olga followed Draco's words and recalled what she was doing at that time.

Oh, Crabbe and Goyle are so ugly.

"I didn't have time to look for you during the Sorting Ceremony, and you kept going on your own afterwards. I couldn't even find a chance to get close to you, and Nott got there first... We obviously met earlier!"

"Later, I believed Blaise's words and thought you would like that kind, the more formal one..." Draco paused slightly here, feeling a little guilty.

"Well, anyway, it led to some minor misunderstandings between us. Thanks to the Godfather's confinement, we gradually became familiar with each other!"

Olga gradually felt something was wrong as Draco recalled the past. Why was he suddenly talking about this?

Draco was still immersed in his speech: "You took me flying, visited my home, gave me a scepter, and took me to experience the life of a vampire... We watched the white peacock together, and watched the hell flower together--"

When talking about the hell flower, Draco's ears began to heat up: "I kissed you on the cliff-"

Noticing Olga's frown, he quickly changed his words: "Then I slipped and fell off the cliff, and you saved me!"

Draco pursed his lips and said solemnly: "Although we have only known each other for less than three years, we have also experienced a lot. From the first time I saw you, my eyes would follow you unconsciously...Olga, I like-ah! Who?!"

Draco was caught off guard by a snowball, but when he looked around he couldn't see anyone.

Olga glanced behind Draco and said nothing.

Draco thought it was snow falling from the trees, so he looked at Olga again and wanted to continue what he had just said.

"What I'm trying to say is, I like—what?! Who the hell?!"

Scored twice and Draco was hit again.

He looked around angrily, but still couldn't find the culprit.

Now he finally realized that something was wrong. He remembered some legends about the Shrieking Shack and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Oh, Olga, is there anyone around?"

Before Olga could open her mouth, snowballs flew towards Draco one after another.

“Ah————Ghost!!!”

Draco screamed in fear, but still stood in front of Olga stubbornly.

"Don't, don't be afraid! I'm here..."

Draco spoke with a trembling voice, completely forgetting that Olga didn't need his protection at all.

Just then, a big black dog slowly walked out of the woods not far away, bared its teeth at Draco, and let out a low growl.

Draco was attacked by snowballs and threatened by vicious dogs. He was so scared that he was about to cry.

Olga couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she patted Draco on the shoulder and motioned him to move aside.

As long as he didn't stand in front of her, he wouldn't be targeted by those two guys.

But Draco didn't understand at all. He thought Olga was also scared, so he put his arms around Olga and kept muttering "Don't be afraid".

Olga suddenly felt like laughing. Draco was kind of cute like this. He was obviously scared to death but still wanted to act strong.

I really don't know whether to say he is timid or brave.

Olga gave the big black dog a warning look, grabbed Draco and teleported directly back to school.

Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and looked excitedly in the direction of the big black dog.

"We work together really well!"

The big black dog turned back into human form, leaned against the tree, looked at Harry and smiled meaningfully.

"Why did you stop that brat from confessing his feelings to Olga?"

Harry shrugged. "I just can't stand Malfoy. He likes Olga? He doesn't deserve it!"

Sirius' smile deepened, "How can he not be a good match? I think he looks pretty good... Didn't he just say he kissed Olga? That means Olga treats him differently."

Harry frowned: "That must be a sneak attack from him. People like him like to do tricks the most."

"Really? So do you just can't stand him, or do you just can't stand the fact that he likes Olga?" Sirius coaxed.

"Both," Harry said honestly.

"Hahahaha..." Sirius laughed, "Are you sure you stopped him from confessing his feelings just because you couldn't stand it?"

? Harry looked confused.

Sirius touched his godson's head and threw a thunderbolt under his clear green eyes.

"Do you like Olga?"

Harry's eyes widened and he retorted reflexively: "How is that possible?!"

"Why not?" Sirius said as a matter of course, "She is beautiful, smart, calm and strong. Boys of your age should be easily attracted to her."

It seems to make sense.

"Don't be embarrassed, I have no objection to you falling in love." Sirius teased.

"…No…" Harry said weakly.

He hasn't forgotten Zero's feelings for Olga, so how could he and his brother like the same person?

Thinking of this, Harry became more determined in his decision.

"No, my best friend has always liked Olga. I won't fight with my brothers for people or vampires."

"How can this be called snatching? When it comes to feelings, there is no such thing as right or wrong. It is out of your control. If you like someone, just pursue them boldly. A true friend will not leave you because of this. It's just fair competition."

Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and said, "You can think about it carefully. If you really like her, you should hurry up. I think Olga will be very popular. You won't have time to cry when the time comes."

After Harry returned to the common room, he was still thinking about what Sirius said. Did he really like Olga?

What is like?

The answer given by the Godfather was also very vague. After all, he had always been the one being pursued, and he really had no experience of liking others.

Ugh.

Harry sighed, hoping that it was all just his godfather's illusion.

If he really liked Olga, he would be too ashamed to face Zero.