Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 212: How long have you been watching, you pervert?

Draco seemed to have just finished a shower, and his fair skin was still a little moist.

Bare ankles, thinly wrapped in a bathrobe.

With her long hair slightly wet, she leaned on the railing of the balcony of her room.

It seems that the two houses have a similar layout.

The bedrooms of the eldest son and only daughter are on the same floor and face the same direction.

It was the first time Harry saw Draco in such a private state, and he could not help but stare in amazement.

When I came to my senses, I found that she was also staring at the starry sky and raising her hand towards Draco.

Harry tried to call out softly, but it was obviously to no avail.

With an idea, he threw the Muggle copper coins in his pocket towards the glass door behind Draco.

When the copper coin touched the boundary of Number 13 Grimmauld Place, it made a crackling sound and turned into white smoke.

It seems that in addition to number 12, number 13 is also under strict spell protection.

But at least, the activation of the protective spell caught Draco's attention.

She turned her head towards her direction with a slight sense of caution.

Draco pondered for a long time, then narrowed his eyes and murmured softly.

"Harry?"

Harry suddenly had the urge to rush forward and hug his girlfriend.

I wanted to confirm whether she was safe and sound in the fight just now.

But Harry also knew that, although he could hear Draco's soft voice, she couldn't see or hear him because of the Fidelius Charm.

It's like being blocked by an unknown thin curtain, and I can only hope that some kind of emotion can be transmitted invisibly.

Seeing Draco bit his lower lip lightly and tentatively raised his right palm towards him, Harry also stretched out his left hand and tried to fit it into her slender palm.

It was not until he touched nothing that he remembered that the two of them had separated because of their respective protective spells.

Only then did I understand what it feels like to miss someone who is right in front of me but cannot be reached.

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During the time he lived in Grimmauld Place, Draco always liked to wrap himself in a bathrobe after taking a bath and go to the back balcony of his bedroom to feel the cool breeze on a summer night.

She wasn't too worried about someone seeing what she was wearing while she was alone.

The main house was mysteriously hidden away, and the Muggles were unable to see through the magic that covered the home.

So when he heard a slight sound on the balcony tonight, Draco just turned around with a little caution and looked at the wisp of white smoke that emerged.

In front of Draco was just the empty balcony of No. 11.

I know that both the main house and the branch house have protection against Muggles and wizards respectively.

To Muggle eyes, numbers 12 and 13 Grimmauld Place were not only completely invisible, but even impossible to touch accidentally.

The fact that the protection against wizards could be activated meant that a wizard had deliberately used some method to try to enter the boundary of No. 13.

I had already suspected that there might be some people gathering on the 12th.

After being attacked by Moody's team earlier, he became more certain of his thoughts.

Remember what Moody asked someone to remember before attacking him.

At the same time, he immediately asked everyone not to act rashly to avoid being exposed.

It seems that it is no accident that they are here.

The reason they tried to knock me out was obviously because they were afraid that I would accidentally discover their secrets.

I have a suspicion that it is definitely not just my cousin and Moody's group that gathered at the Lord's house.

Thinking about the letter Hedwig sent before, perhaps even Granger and Weasley were among them.

Draco thought so somewhat wishfully.

If the visitor today was just a wizard like Moody, the other party might not have needed to go to so much trouble.

Could it be to escort someone?

Who else would try to interfere with No. 13's protection and get close to him?

Regardless of how ridiculous this hope was, Draco stepped lightly to the right side of the balcony and softly called the name that he had only dared to call in his heart for the past month.

"Harry...?"

Then, in a completely inexplicable way, he reached out his hand towards nothingness.

The further you move forward, the stronger the feeling in your heart becomes.

Harry is here.

Once again, there was a slight crackling sound and wisps of white smoke.

Was Harry trying to tell himself something?

This also means that he can see himself.

Although, I can't see anything.

While a warmth flashed through my heart, for some reason I felt a bit of melancholy.

I couldn't help but lower my head and saw my bare feet.

Suddenly I felt a little confused about my exposed smooth ankles.

Just now I remembered that I was only wearing a simple bathrobe.

At that moment, Draco seemed to be under some vicious curse.

Every inch of my skin, which had just been washed, felt extremely hot due to the unbearable shame.

My heart was cold and silent, as if I had been buried deep under the sea for thousands of years.

It took almost all of my strength to hold back from screaming.

With his hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, his face flushed but his eyes empty, he quickly hid back in his room.

Harry's mixed emotions were gone, and all that remained was the intention to torture him.

How long did this pervert stand there, and how much did he peek?

-

After that night, she still went to the bedroom balcony before going to bed every day.

Only now, Draco always made sure he was fully dressed before leaving the room.

Although I still can't hear or see it.

But at a fixed time every day, there would always be noises coming from the hidden balcony of No. 12, as if something was constantly triggering the protective magic of No. 13.

Then, there would always be a constant stream of smoke coming out from the balcony railing.

I don't know what kind of intuition convinced me that this was the time for me and Harry to be alone.

I can't be sure of anything, but I believe it so deeply.

Slowly, I began to try to lean my back gently against the fence near number twelve.

Comforting himself, it seemed that the support of the fence was that Harry also leaned against himself.

Of course Draco didn't know that Harry, who was looking at her, was also silently dependent on her.

Gradually, I figured out how to communicate with the invisible other party.

It was the third night that I decided to try it after gritting my teeth.

"Is that Harry?" There was a slight sound from No. 13's protection, and white smoke started.

"Not Sirius?" There were two noises this time.

Draco smiled and opened his folding fan, fanning himself gently.

Although it is difficult, at least there is a channel for transmitting information.

Since nothing was certain, Draco naturally didn't want to say more.

Just between the questions, he conveyed matters that might not be important to others, but were closely related to his and Harry's mood.

In case the other person is not Harry, in case this is just an accident of my wishful thinking.

"Have you been happy these days?"

"Did you get the scrunchie?"

"Are you still worried about violating the rules?"

Of course, there is also repeated care every day.

"Did you have a nightmare again yesterday?"

"Will the scar still hurt?"

I'm not sure if this one-sided speech and comfort can really bring comfort to Harry.

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