[HP]Helen Pan

When the first snow fell at Hogwarts, I started writing letters to Michael when he came home and asked her to take it home with my grandfather's Barbara when she came to deliver the letter.From his letters, I know that my grandfather and his family are getting along very well, and there are no Death Eaters coming to trouble any of us for the time being. The Muggle world is still calm. It sounds like he should have a normal high school. It is very happy for him to say that he should live the life he should live.

Hogwarts classes continue, and I have to continue to deal with those weird potions and screaming tumors.Like right now I'm putting on protective gloves to tackle a knotty pimple vine.Harry and the others were talking to my right, and I was so tired of dealing with the wriggling lump in my hand that I missed their conversation.At this time, Professor Sprout probably noticed their inattention and reprimanded them, then Harry bumped me with his elbow, and then whispered into my ear, "Why does Hermione always talk to the Half-Blood Prince? Are you so sensitive?"

At this time, some pus came out of the agglomerate in my hand, and I carefully put the beating pod in my hand into the collection basin, and then I shrugged my shoulders and told Harry, "Because it came from Unknown. You should try spells on your classmates who don't know the consequences."

After hearing what I said, Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and he said, "You are as neurotic as Hermione." He turned his head and glanced at Ron and Hermione who were whispering something. It was kind of bleak in that moment.I paid attention to him for a while, and he quickly turned his head and smiled at me, then went on to do what he was doing.

Days passed, and as much as I wanted to talk to Draco again, I couldn't find a good opportunity.The weather is getting colder and colder, and the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin will come again in a blink of an eye.Ron seemed agitated, and Harry was not much better, always feeling that they both had their own troubles but didn't talk about them.However, I have no position to enlighten them, after all, I have an unspeakable worry myself.The relationship between Hermione and Ron has become more and more ambiguous. In my opinion, the aura between them has surpassed that of friends, but the two parties are not aware of it. Both of them are sensitively testing each other and hurting each other.

By the way, Ginny is also in love.She seems to have let go of her fondness for Harry for so many years. I think this is probably a good thing, after all, a secret love is not a pleasant thing.Also these days, I often ask myself what is Draco to me?

Is it an ex-boyfriend or just a friend?

To be honest, I can't even tell myself.I know that when I chose to break up with him, I had already made up my mind to let go of this relationship.I originally thought I could let it go, and even I did see Draco as an ordinary friend at one point.After love faded his magic power, I clearly saw Draco's childishness and frivolity. I could count his every flaw. I knew he was a terrible bad guy, but I found that I still couldn't ignore it. Or he despised him in the true sense.I can't stop paying attention to his every move, and I even worry about his situation when I can't see him.But I don't think I'm going back to the kind of love mentality I had at the beginning.Maybe what I feel for Draco now is not love, or even friendship, but more likely sympathy or pity.Because Draco, the arrogant, lofty, and even pretentious nobleman he was before, fell hard into the mud now.I sympathized with him, or had some kind of sympathy, as he said.

I'm not sure, but it's definitely some sort of dark mood.In my interaction with him, I seemed to have always been in a weak role. Now our situation is suddenly reversed, which makes me feel very subtle.

But what I'm sure of is that if my emotion towards Draco was sympathy, then he would definitely not accept it, he would think it was an insult to him.

"What? You want to watch us go to practice?" Ron, who was eating a sandwich, looked up at me in surprise. His eyes were wide open and his cheeks were stuffed with food, which made him look silly.Hermione glanced sideways at Ron, and Ron quickly realized his gaffe. He turned his head and swallowed the food in his mouth, and then muttered, "What's so interesting about that, what kind of cramp is this?"

Harry also raised his head from his plate in surprise, looked at me, and then pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

I stuck out my tongue at Harry and made a face, then said with a smile, "I want to pay my respects to the new captain of our team."

In fact, this is Harry's first group training for an official game after he became the captain. I think as a friend, I should really cheer him up.But there is actually a little secret in my heart, that is, when Gryffindor was training, the Slytherin guys had almost just disbanded.Maybe I'll make it there in time, and say hello to Draco nonchalantly, tell him to cheer on the game, and I'll go back and cheer him on.

Harry was a little surprised by my words, but he gave me a smile after hesitating for a while, "That's very welcome."

Hermione glanced at me, then shifted her gaze to Harry and Ron, closed the book and decided, "Then maybe we can go and have a look, I've got my notes."

When we set foot on the training ground after the unsatisfactory end of this week's class with Professor Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I saw Slytherins walking together in twos and threes, carrying brooms and planning to go back.Draco looked tall and lean among them.He is undoubtedly strong, but those muscles seem to be stretched and thinly attached to the bones. He is holding his broom by himself, looking alone, with a somewhat lonely taste.Recently, I always feel that Draco seems to be in a trance. He is obviously in high spirits, but he is full of an inexplicable sense of distance, which is like a layer of fog that wraps him firmly. A form of protection for yourself?Or is it a rejection of the real world?

"Hi, Draco?" Seeing that his face changed after seeing our group, from expressionless to the original contempt, I greeted him first, and then walked a few steps quickly walked towards him.

"What are you doing?" Draco stood still and watched me approaching him step by step. He was a little nervous, and subconsciously squeezed the broom in his hand.I could feel his resistance, not only the momentum he exuded, he even took a small step back.

Don't want to see me, why?

"I heard that Gryffindor's first opponent was you Slytherin." I said to Draco with a relaxed tone, smiling.

Draco cast a quick glance at the group of Gryffindors behind me, then he frowned at me and smiled with an almost defiant expression, "So what?"

"You think we're losing to a bunch of slug-stuffed idiots?" Draco seemed to be speaking to me, but at a volume that everyone behind me could hear.The other Slytherins who were about to leave stopped when they heard the movement, and they waited quietly, as if they were watching a good show.

I don't need to look back to imagine the righteous indignation on the faces of the hot-blooded guys behind me, but when I look at Draco at the moment, he smiles with a bit of a daze on his face, he looks at me quietly as if thinking pissed me off.He raised his brow provocatively, as if he was sure I would fight back for my friends, and I suddenly wanted to see Draco's surprise.So I smiled, reached out and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him a few steps aside.

"What?" Draco withdrew his hand uncomfortably, and his tone was a little awkward when he asked.There was a twinkle in his eyes when he looked down at me, as if he was not used to having such transcendent contact with me.

"I just want to say a few words to you." I put down my hand resentfully and smiled at Draco again, then lowered my head and scratched the back of my head and said awkwardly, "I really haven't seen much of your The game, so I will definitely watch this game. Hope you win, I will cheer for you, you are an excellent seeker."

Draco looked at me very puzzled after hearing what I said, the corner of his mouth twitched and then he glanced behind me again.I grabbed his sleeve and stared into his eyes, "You know, it's really because I didn't do well in the past. Recently, I suddenly discovered that Quidditch is also very attractive, and I may not be fascinated by him."

"You..." Draco suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to approach me, he asked in a low voice with persecution, "Aren't you sympathizing with me?" He quickly raised his head and looked at Slater who hadn't left The Lins said harshly again, "Listen, I don't need sympathy, never!" He snorted, strode past me and left.

I stood there looking silly, but admittedly I wasn't sure if I was acting out of compassion.But one thing is clear to me, that is, I want Draco to be happier, at least not so sullen, I can't help him much, but I pissed him off.

The next thing waiting for me was Hermione's 'really so' eyes, I smiled at her and didn't explain too much, and the people in the team probably thought it was weird for me to hang out with Draco No wonder, although he was a little angry, he didn't make too many accusations.I don't remember the exact training that day. Harry did what a good captain can do, communicating with the team and coordinating the team's responsibilities, but Ron didn't seem to be serious or under too much pressure. Anyway, he didn't perform well. good.

Although Draco didn't seem to care if I went to his game, I still had some vague expectations for this game.I even put on some makeup on the day of the game to look better, but what I didn't expect was that on the day of the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match, Draco was off work.

Is he really sick?

Or is there another reason?

I sat on the high stands, but my mood fell to the bottom.

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