HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

I'm always afraid - what if You-Know-Who is at Malfoy Manor?I spent most of the holiday in a state of fretting, until Harry finally returned to Grimmauld Place from the Muggle world a week before term started.It's just that Sirius still insisted on detaining Harry in Black's old house. In fact, when we rushed to Sirius' house, Sirius' face was so dark that he could wring out two handfuls of water. It was the safest place, and Harry never expected that he would encounter a dementor sent by a mysterious man near Dursley's house!If there is anything in this world that Sirius hates and fears the most, it must be dementors. No matter what Harry says, Sirius does not agree with him going anywhere alone.Harry was helpless, but he could only compromise.All the people tacitly hid all the newspapers and everything from Harry to see, of course, the effect was very little-Harry is not a fool-he pretended not to know anything every day, so that Don't worry, Sirius complained to me and Hermione in private.I don't know why, after Harry came back, the big stone in my heart suddenly loosened a lot.After a holiday, Harry obviously recovered a lot, and a week passed in a flash, and Harry was still complaining "I always feel like Professor Dumbledore is blaming me-he won't even give me a look! !” At that time, we boarded the train back to school again.For Harry's inexplicable complaints and Hermione's absent-minded comfort, I secretly rolled my eyes in my heart - Dumbledore must be busy with Horcruxes now, how can he have time to talk to us!Not long after the train started, Hermione took me to bid farewell to Harry and walked to the prefect's box - I don't know why, the old principal didn't choose Harry, but made me a prefect!It's worth mentioning that my mother wept with joy when she found out I had become a Gryffindor prefect.Harry looked indifferent, but my mother always felt that I "stealed" the prefect from Harry, and made delicious food for Harry in a different way a few days before school started. Harry couldn't laugh or cry - Hermione straightened her collar, frowned and said:

"Why do you look so preoccupied? Tell yourself, how many times have you laughed in the past few days?! I beg you—can you stop pulling this long face—you deliberately want to make people uncomfortable Is it comfortable?!"

I'm upset:

"I beg you, if you don't feel well, just stop looking at me—I really can't laugh!"

Hermione is helpless:

"Ron, tell me, what's on your mind?"

As I said that, I stood still in the middle of the corridor, as if I was going to have a long talk, I smiled wryly:

"Stop making trouble—are you not afraid of standing in front of others when you stand here?"

Hermione's face almost wrinkled together:

"Ron..."

I held Hermione's arm with one hand and walked forward:

"Let's go, we are really blocking others—"

Hermione struggled to grab my sleeve:

"Anyway, it's always better to say it, isn't it? Ron, Harry secretly asked me several times if something happened to you on holiday—"

"Okay, okay, Hermione, where's the prefect's box?"

Hermione gave me another helpless look:

"arrive!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, and a gentle female voice sounded inside:

"come in--"

Hermione straightened her collar again in a serious manner, and I pushed the door open impatiently, and when I looked up, the prefect's box was almost full, Huffpuff's two prefects, one male and one female, Raven Rauch's two prefects, plus Slytherin's.My heart skipped a beat, and then I lowered my head and sat silently on the remaining two seats reserved for me and Hermione—I didn't expect Draco to be a Slytherin prefect!Hermione came in after me, and was taken aback when she saw Draco.Originally, he still looked enthusiastic, but after looking at me, he sat beside me without saying a word.For a while, the box fell into a strange silence.The atmosphere was really embarrassing, the boy from Huffpuff cleared his throat, forced a smile and said:

"Looks like we're the prefects this year! It's exciting, isn't it, I mean when I got the prefect badge..."

The girl sitting with him smirked twice in response to the occasion, and no one answered for a while, the freckled boy stopped talking embarrassingly, and the box became quiet again.I lowered my head, and out of the corner of my eye I could just see Draco's exquisitely crafted dragonhide boots across the street.After half a sound, Parkinson—it seems that she is the headmistress of Slytherin this year—said deliberately in her shrill voice:

"Oh, Draco, the filthy smell of mudbloods in this room is really disgusting, isn't it?"

I felt Hermione's body beside her stiffen immediately, and I raised my head suddenly in anger, just in time to meet Draco's flustered eyes, and my heart suddenly suffocated, I deliberately ignored the sourness in my heart, and did not look at Draco beside her Ke, sneered:

"Get out if you don't want to stay-Parkinson, I will say it one last time-although I will not do anything to women, but if I see your dirty bitch's face again, I swear, I will definitely make you look good !!!”

Parkinson's face was flushed, and he pulled out his wand in a "swipe", his face was distorted, and his voice was shrill and piercing:

"I kind of say it again—you dirty blood traitor—I tell you, your days are coming to an end..."

"To shut up!!!"

Hermione grabbed me who had already stood up, and before we could even open our mouths, Draco yelled.I finally looked at Draco, and saw that he also stood up, his lips were trembling, and he looked very angry, and his voice was even thinner than Parkinson:

"Shut up! Let's go—"

As I spoke, I dragged Parkinson's arm and walked out. Seeing Draco dragging Parkinson out of the box in a panic, I sat down again tiredly, my heart was empty, as if I didn't feel anything, Hermione He put his hand on my shoulder and sighed silently.I pulled out a smile:

"I'm fine..."

Hermione opened her mouth:

"Malfoy..."

In the end, I didn't say anything, I just tightened my arms and stroked my back lightly as if comforting.After such a fuss, the remaining four prefects all turned their heads out of the window and gave up talking to us completely.

confession 1

After finally making it to the end of the dinner party, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.I knew the start of school meant meeting Draco, but I didn't expect it to be so early.In fact, throughout the entire holiday, Harry and Hermione deliberately never brought up any topic about Slytherin or Malfoy in front of me, as if they had made an agreement. It was obvious—they were worried about me—this In the past few years, Draco and I have been too close. Harry and the others have resisted at the beginning, then let it go, and now, the mysterious man has returned, and the Malfoy family is clearly hostile to us... …After all, Harry and Hermione were worried that I would be upset, so they were considerate and didn't ask or say anything.I stared blankly at the roof, full of thoughts.Turning to look at Harry, Harry also stared out the window expressionlessly.The whispers in the auditorium just now, the strange eyes of people along the way.Sometimes I really don't know how Harry got through these inexplicable things, the first grade, the second grade, the third grade, and the nightmarish fourth grade, Harry was even a child, but he had to be surrounded by everyone Face the most terrifying and evil mysterious man in the whole Ministry of Magic directly under denial and hostility! !In comparison, these small thoughts of mine are nothing worth mentioning!I sat up and couldn't help sympathizing:

"Harry?"

Harry didn't turn his head, but responded casually:

"Ok?"

"You... are you okay?"

It was quiet in the dormitory, only the two of us were there, Harry finally turned his face away:

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing... just... you don't care about other people, you know, they are all ridiculous bastards!! Sooner or later, you will have to pay for your ignorance!!"

Harry raised his eyebrows and said:

"It's okay! You've been in this situation before, haven't you - in second year?! But you... Hermione said... you met Malfoy on the train?"

Seeing Harry's cautious look, I couldn't help sighing, and said vaguely:

"... I'll be fine! Malfoy, he...don't worry Harry, I know what I'm doing—"

Harry looked at me inquiringly, and sighed:

"You...don't feel too bad! Old Malfoy is a Death Eater, but...maybe young Malfoy isn't, you know, after all we haven't grown up yet...Besides, the past two years Malfoy—I'm The little one—it's okay, I mean, maybe..."

I couldn't help laughing at the way Harry stuttered - it was reassuring:

"Come on, I know what you mean--anyway, it's time to set boundaries with him again, and that's good for us, isn't it!"

Harry looked relieved:

"That's what I mean! I mean, we've never been the same!"

I smile wryly:

"of course."

Harry pouted:

"Now that you've figured it out, can you stop putting on a bitter face all the time—I'd rather face a dementor!!"

"Don't let Sirius hear that - he's going to freak out!"

Facts have proved that life is not as difficult as imagined. Although Harry and the old headmaster have been smeared by the Ministry of Magic for a whole month, Harry's situation at school is much better than when he was in the second grade-finally It won't be regarded as a "suspect" will it?

The Ministry of Magic sent a woman named Umbridge to Hogwarts to serve as the school's vice-principal, and this Umbridge is definitely a weirdo—I swear, I have never seen such a disgusting woman in my two lifetimes , the professor and the students were full of complaints, and repeatedly asked the old headmaster whether it is possible to expel the "pink pimple" - the nickname given to Umbridge by the twins - from the school, but the old headmaster didn't say anything about it. One word, and turned a blind eye to Umbridge's pointing fingers.Also, except for the first day of school, the old principal has appeared in public places a handful of times in the past few weeks. I guess he must be busy with the mysterious person, so that he has no time to stop at the school too long.

Although we will deliberately avoid Draco - all the elective courses are separated from the Slytherins as much as possible, and the compulsory courses are also sitting far away from them - but sometimes the more people we don't want to meet, But they can always be encountered inadvertently, in the corridors, in the classrooms, at the prefect assembly, there is Draco's shadow everywhere.Whenever this time, I would lower my head, pretend I didn't see anything and leave in a hurry, and Draco did the same.In Potions class, we had already "tacitly" sat apart and sat at the two ends of the classroom.It's just that the more people I want to forget, the more often they appear in my mind. Sometimes I wonder why I pay so much attention to Draco and have so many strange feelings.I feel pain and fear - I'm interested in a boy, and that boy just happens to be the worst!Occasionally staring at Harry in a daze - staring at Harry, stammering and threatening to close my eyes if I look at him again - it stands to reason that it should be Harry if he likes it?We stick together almost every day!Why Malfoy, that is the poisonous snake that I hate and despise the most.It was like reaching a dead end with no answers and no way out.Maybe I should go on a date with a girl or something. After all, I have never dated anyone before. Maybe my emotions are just an illusion. I just haven't met my "right girl", so I will I don't have any girls I like!

Three weeks into school, we finally ushered in our first Quidditch match. Unfortunately, we met Slytherin.After three years, I finally made it to the varsity team—as a goalkeeper.This was my first competition, and Hermione didn't go to the library on purpose, and grabbed a relatively front seat early in the morning when she had free time, saying that she wanted to "wave the flag" for me.Harry didn't come, and he was dragged to the office by that spinster Umbridge to write a review!I suppressed the tension in my heart and stepped onto the field step by step. After the twins made jokes, the tension was slightly relieved.With the whistle of the referee, tap your toes and fly into the air.Strange to say, with so many people in the stands and so far away from the arena, it is impossible to find someone at ordinary times, but I casually glanced at the stands, and Draco's platinum-blond head jumped out Appeared in the fundus.I turned around in embarrassment and missed the first ball.

conversation

I was a mess throughout the match, and Harry wasn't there, so we held on for an hour and lost to Slytherin in the end.Amidst the cheers of the Slytherins, the team members dragged their brooms to the outside in dejection. The twins walked up to me, opened their mouths, and pretended to comfort me:

"I got a little mouse, and I lost the first game...it's okay, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you're not that bad at all... I mean, you really want me to say that?!"

I rolled my eyes angrily:

"Who insisted that you 'said that', go away, I'm annoying!!"

Hermione also came up:

"I don't know why you guys bother with a stupid game!"

"Hey--"

"Anyway! Ron, go get changed, we'll get Harry—"

The twins screamed again:

"'Let's pick up Harry!', listen--Is Harry a princess with no hands and no feet? You have to pick up and pick up every day?! To be honest, the three of you are so tired every day Son, it’s so sour that I’m going to spit out last week’s dinner!!”

"Why don't you three just get married?! Wait, how did you three kiss, I mean three mouths - how do you stick together?!"

"Shut your mouths, George, Fred, and try one more word—"

The twins ran away with a hippie smile under Hermione's expressionless stare, and I rubbed my head tiredly:

"Wait for me, Hermione, I'm going to change. You're right, it's been a stupid game, and I, I'm dying of a stupid game—"

I hurriedly took a shower, put on my school uniform and ran out when Hermione was about to rush into the men's bathroom impatiently:

"Hey, it's less than 10 minutes—what's the rush?!"

Hermione is impatient:

"I really don't know which country you have the habit of letting a girl wait for you outside the door for a full 10 minutes!! Ron, believe me, if you can find a girlfriend, I will recuperate a hundred fried tails at home screw!!"

I was too lazy to listen to her nonsense, I lowered my head and rummaged through my pockets:

"Where's my wand? I swear I put it in my school uniform - did I forget it in - Hey! Look at it -"

A person rushed towards me straight into my arms, I raised my head, and the remaining half of the sentence choked in my throat, it was Draco.Draco also stared at me with wide eyes in surprise, apparently not expecting such a coincidence.I saw Draco's lips move timidly, seeing that he didn't make a sound, I was stunned for two seconds, and walked around sideways.Just two steps away, a low voice came from behind:

"Ron..."

I seemed to be given something, my brain was in a blank state from just now, I wanted to turn back, Hermione grabbed my arm from the side, I subconsciously looked at Hermione, Hermione seemed to warn Staring at me, he dragged me forward without hesitation.I never looked back, but Draco's weak call seemed to be in my ears all the time...

"Ron!"

I woke up from my own cranky thoughts, and Hermione had dragged me to this side of the classroom.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?!"

I'm still a little distracted:

"what?"

"What?!" Hermione looked a little crazy: "You still ask 'what'?! You still have contact with Malfoy?!"

"No, of course not..."

"Better not! Ron, have you been given a love potion or something - Malfoy they are Eater Dead - Harry saw old Malfoy with his own eyes that night How did he get back to his master! The mysterious man is resurrected, his greatest wish, what he wants to do the most—what he is doing—is to kill Harry, and each of us! And you, in the current At this time, do you still want to have a damn 'Romeo and Juliet' with that Malfoy, betting our lives?!"

I ignored the "Romeo and Juliet" line and pretended not to understand what she meant:

"I've already made a clean break with Malfoy—don't say you didn't notice."

Hermione inspected my face and sighed wearily:

"This isn't kidding, Ron. Malfoy, he...maybe didn't do anything, but his dad was a real Death Eater - who can deny that - and we have to Just in case. I regret your friendship with him—I mean, you've gotten along so well over the years—"

"Enough, Hermione, like I said, I know what I'm doing!"

Hermione patted me on the shoulder comfortingly:

"Trust me, you're doing the right thing! Stay away from Malfoy before things get so bad..."

I'm flustered:

"What the hell are you talking about, Hermione?! As I said, Malfoy and I have long since distanced ourselves - the moment Harry came back - and I knew I was a complete idiot, complete! To 'make friends' with Malfoy?!? Bullshit 'friends'!! It's all his mother's bullshit! Shit!! You've been reading my jokes for a long time, right? Don't deny it! I know it all! I'm just an overreaching clown, that's..."

"Ron, calm down! Are you crazy, are you going to invite everyone?!"

I shut my mouth suddenly, turned around and wanted to escape from here, Hermione grabbed my arm again from behind, begged yes and opened her mouth:

"Ron, where are you going?"

I rubbed my face tiredly:

"Sorry to get mad at you. I'm just, you know, tired…"

Hermione walked around in front of me, and took a careful look at me:

"I know, I know...don't be like this Ron, you've been too tense lately!"

"Yes, yes... I want to go back to sleep. You wait for Harry—"

"No. Ron, I think we should really have a good talk—"

"But I'm not in the mood, really. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will have a 'open and honest' talk with you! But today I really can't."

Hermione looked into my eyes, and I looked away uncomfortably.Hermione didn't listen to me at all, and said seriously:

"I mean it too, we have to talk - don't say no, unless you step back from my dead body!!"

I am helpless:

"What the hell are you going to talk about?"

"Malfoy..."

What I can't hear the most now is this name:

"What's this about Malfoy?! Anyway, I'm going back—"

"No! Ron, how long are you going to run away?! Ever since Harry came back, you've been in a bad mood, don't say it's just because of You-Know-Who!! Please, let's talk!!"

confession 2

In the end, I was dragged to the Occasion Room by Hermione. Seeing the exact same furnishings as the lounge, I kicked the sofa next to my feet irritably, holding back the steaming anger:

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?!"

Hermione also looked serious:

"About what? Malfoy, of course..."

"Didn't I say that I won't do stupid things anymore, what else do you want?! Besides, even if I still want to talk to people, they might not answer me!!"

"I didn't mean to say this—"

"Then what exactly do you want to say—"

Hermione paused for two seconds, then said softly:

"You're not happy—"

I laughed angrily:

"what?!"

Hermione said irritably:

"You're not happy, you haven't been since Harry came back! I know - well, I don't know, why do you care so much about Malfoy, as fuck and cursed - you It's because of Malfoy! The mysterious man is resurrected, we're all under a lot of pressure, and you...Ron, is Malfoy that important to you—is he that good?!"

I moved my body uncomfortably, turned my head and said:

"Of course not, that's not..."

Hermione looked disappointed:

"Ron, tell me, is it true that Malfoy cast a spell on you that we don't know about?"

I looked at her speechlessly, while Hermione pulled her hair in frustration:

"You won't believe it if you tell it—I even searched a lot of books specifically to find out what kind of medicine Malfoy gave you! Ron, this can't go on, no matter how good Malfoy is— —That’s too dangerous for us all!!”

I am helpless and ashamed:

"I know, don't worry—"

Hermione said helplessly:

"How can we rest assured that you look like this?!"

I rubbed my face:

"I really don't know how long you're going to go on and on! I've said it eight hundred times—don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing—why don't you believe me?!"

Hermione airway:

"You're half-dead every day, who can trust you?"

I smiled at her gratefully and said sincerely:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Hermione looked at me, relieved, and said with a smile:

"Anyway... let's go, Harry's place is almost over, you should think about how to explain to him about your match today!"

By the time Harry and I got back to the dormitory, it was already midnight, and Harry was "tired physically and mentally"—literally—snoring next to me after a while. Although I was very tired, I couldn't fall asleep for a while.Thinking of Hermione's face as if facing a big enemy in the afternoon, I can't help being funny, but what she said is also right, I can't think about it anymore, there are many "serious things" waiting for us!Although Professor Dumbledore said that we would not let us intervene, but seeing that old maid Umbridge turning the school into a mess, and pressing the old headmaster and Harry even more, it is time to think of something, even if You can't drive her out of school, but you have to give her some color!I was still thinking about it, when suddenly there was a burning sensation under my left arm, I sat up, and pulled back the sheets, the two-way mirror that Draco gave me glowed a faint white light in the dark.My heart was "thumping" uncontrollably, and I hesitated for a long time before picking it up - Hermione was right - it would be too dangerous.Dejected, I lay down again and closed my eyes: yes, that's it, there shouldn't be any involvement with Malfoy.I don't know what attracted me to Draco step by step, but this strange, deformed, inexplicable "illusion" should stop here.Draco may be good, but his "goodness" is definitely not worth his "badness"!I'm sure I'm in a state of mind, and I'm out of my wits for a while, and he's good for nothing--just good-looking--no doubt, nothing else!Mean, insidious, insulting others at will, thinking that he is superior to others, that kind of arrogant and insidious disgusting look! !Thinking of this, I couldn't help covering my face with my hands, no, that's not the case.The Draco I knew was conflicted and soft, and he never even really hurt anyone—well, except verbally?I once saw him secretly healed a wounded owl-although he looked ashamed after I found out-loved pranks, duplicity, liked the excitement of Gryffindor but pretended to be dismissive, disgusted The hypocrisy and cunning of the Slytherins, but for his shitty "Malfoy" surname, he deliberately put up with his so-called friends like Parkinson and Blaze.He would taunt and mock at others, but he would sneakily laugh at me in private... Ron, you can't do this, have so many Malfoy's snacks gone into the dog's stomach? !I got up abruptly, picked up the double-sided mirror from the bed in a hurry, looked at the cold mirror that had lost its light, as if I had been splashed with a bucket, no, it was like a tank of cold water, cooling from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet Next, hold the mirror tightly, and the mouth begins to feel bitter.Draco, I'm sorry... I don't know what you think about the resurrection of the mysterious man, whether you are happy or confused.When your whole family is kneeling at that person's feet, have you ever thought about how many people died at that person's feet, how many people lost their wives and their families because of your choice.Even magical creatures like centaurs and werewolves know that whether we are wizards or Muggles, we all become "human beings", so why do we have to cause so much bloodshed and death.Is lineage really that important?Yes, the existence of Muggleborns will confuse the lineage of purebloods, making their "magic creature" part even thinner.So, kill all the "Mudbloods", and then, kill all the "unarmed" Muggles?How stupid, if it really causes a war, I don't believe that just a few wizards can defeat billions of Muggles?The wizarding world has been hiding from the world for so long, and it's too late to hide, so they have to expose themselves, short-sighted, they are like frogs in a well!I don't think I'm going to be different, I never thought that the meaning of this sentence is so profound, so cruel... I gradually calmed down, and I have never realized so clearly that Draco and I are finished, whether it is friendship, Or something else! !Just as I was about to throw the mirror away, I didn't expect it to burn again.My eyes widened unexpectedly, but I was no longer as excited as before.After hesitating for a while, he finally input a little magic power into the mirror.Draco's delicate face appeared in the mirror, and he looked surprised and uncertain:

"Ron?"

confession 3

I didn't know what to say for a while, but when I looked up, Seamus and the others hadn't come back yet, and Harry was fast asleep.Draco looked embarrassed, and I saw him clear his throat with difficulty:

"Ron?"

I felt a tightness in my throat:

"what?"

"You...do you have time now...I think we should talk..."

His throat became more and more dry, and he opened his mouth, as if his heart was suddenly clenched by someone's hands:

"Draco... sorry..."

Delarico's eyes widened, and there was even a little pleading in his voice:

"Please, Ron..."

I felt that I really had no way to reject Draco like this, so I hesitated for a moment—some things should be made clear—and nodded unconsciously:

"Now?"

Draco looked very happy, a deliberately lowered voice came from the mirror:

"Of course, you put on Potter's invisibility cloak, and we're..."

I wave my hand:

"Don't be so troublesome, go to the eighth floor of the classroom and wait for me!"

Della Ko looked hesitant:

"Then...what if someone is there?"

I felt my heart sank again - he must be afraid that we would be seen together by others:

"There will be no one, don't worry—"

Draco looked very excited, and just about to say something, I cut off the link of the double-sided mirror, took a deep breath, hurriedly put on the school uniform jacket, and glanced at Harry—he was still sleeping— — walked out of the room lightly, avoiding the questioning of Neville and the twins, and hurried to the Room of Requirement.There are people chattering along the way, boys chasing and fighting, girls whispering, and of course couples hugging and kissing.The further I go the more uncertain I am - Ron, where exactly do you want Draco, exactly what can you get from him?Make sure he doesn't hurt Harry?Tell him not to join the Death Eaters?Or let him disown his parents? !Maybe the idea of ​​meeting was stupid, just like back then, if it weren't for the stupid idea of ​​taking potions class with him, maybe all of this would never have happened! !After more than ten minutes of dawdling, he still climbed to the eighth floor - Draco was already there.It's just that he wasn't alone, Bizzani was standing next to him, dancing and saying something, Draco looked around, looking very impatient.I leaned my back against the wall and caught my breath as Draco looked over.For a moment I couldn't make up my mind whether I should walk over, lowered my head, and decided to pretend I didn't see anything, thinking that I would wait until Drake got rid of Bizzani.But after a while, Draco's exquisite dragon leather boots appeared in front of my eyes, and I looked up—Bizani had disappeared—Draco looked anxious and happy:

"Ron?"

I nodded slightly to indicate:

"follow me--"

There was no one on the eighth floor. I walked to the tapestry and muttered to myself:

"A Room for Conversation"

"A Room for Conversation"

"A Room for Conversation"

When a wooden door finally appeared on the wall, Draco ignored his surprise and pulled him into the room - we really shouldn't be seen by others.This time the Room of Requirement "provides" a small study with two sofas, so I walked over there first:

"sit down--"

Draco still looked surprised:

"Where is this? I never knew there was a place like this in Hogwarts—"

I looked at him silently.Draco began to spout:

"I mean, there was clearly a wall just now—"

"Draco..."

"You never told me about it! How did you do it? What magic?"

"Draco..."

"A special house? How did you find out?"

I stopped talking, and Draco gradually faded away, looking irritable and aggrieved.I pulled my hair, not knowing what to say.Still he broke the silence:

"Ron... you know that, don't you?"

I subconsciously sat up straight,

"what?"

"...the Dark Lord..."

I feel so stiff that I can't be more stiff:

"what?"

"Stop pretending! I know it all!!" Draco said loudly, "I know it all!!"

Unexpectedly, Draco would cut straight to the point. What he wanted to say went round in his mind, and finally he decided to be cautious and pretend to be stupid first.It's just that Draco was obviously too excited, he stepped forward and squatted directly in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine:

"The Dark Lord is back, I know it all! Don't try to lie to me!!"

I stagger the sight:

"I never intended to lie to you..."

Hearing my words, Draco slumped on the ground as if he had finally exhausted all his strength, without saying a word for a long time.I was a little soft-hearted, and raised my hand to support him:

"Anyway...you sit down first—what do you want to talk to me about?"

Draco let me help him onto the sofa like a puppet, and stared at me blankly, I staggered my gaze:

"I thought... you'd be happy?"

I clearly felt that Draco was clever, with an unbelievable and extremely aggrieved expression:

"So?" The voice was sharp: "So, you want to distance yourself from me and break up with me? One-sided?! What am I? Or, you never take me seriously, do you?!"

I was speechless after being questioned, and only after a while did I whisper:

"That...that's good for us..."

Draco's face was flushed red, and he stared at me fiercely. I turned my head, not daring to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, I dared to glance at him from the corner of my eye—seeing that his eye sockets were slowly closing. It turned red, and I turned my head in a panic:

"Draco—"

Draco jerked