Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 133 Family on the Other Side

"I don't like you being unhappy about a man."

"It's so boring. Why does he do that?"

Draco couldn't help but fold Pansy and Daphne and hold them tightly, looking at the two of them.

I want to say something, but I know that no words are needed.

"Can you at least promise us one thing?"

After exchanging glances with Daphne and making sure that she shared the same idea as her, Pansy spoke.

Draco probably had guessed what the two were thinking.

"'No crying for (that damned) Potter.'"

as predicted.

Draco nodded guiltily and saw his mother coming with Hannah, whose eyes were full of love, and Astoria, who was jumping for joy like a rabbit.

The two had clearly enjoyed their afternoon in the greenhouse.

Pansy rushed over to meet him. She was not used to showing her sisterly side.

Looking at Pansy's back, Daphne added in a low voice, still holding Draco's hand.

"At least, don't cry by yourself anymore, okay?"

"We'll all be with you."

The traces of tears that night did not escape her delicate eyes.

-

Narcissa's observations did not escape her daughter's interactions with her two best friends.

The mother's intuition told her that her daughter was hiding something during the summer vacation.

But she would not ask until her daughter spoke up.

This was the tacit understanding between her and Draco. Fortunately, Pansy Daphne met her expectations perfectly.

The feeling of relief echoed, and he took the girls back to the main house.

Before leaving, they agreed to meet again at the World Cup a week later, but Astoria was disappointed to find that Hannah would not be there.

"Because I'm really not that keen on Quidditch."

"If Cedric hadn't asked me for help, I probably wouldn't have gotten close to the team..."

Hannah said a little embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter. We'll have plenty of opportunities to meet outside of the competition."

Draco smiled, and Pansy and Daphne agreed.

Before leaving, Pansy finally couldn't control her temper anymore and whispered in Draco's ear.

"Actually, I tried it on when I took Astoria to buy this dress."

Draco was confused, but Pansy could hardly hold back her smile.

"It's actually supposed to show a little bit of your belly button."

"If... you can hold up."

Draco's ears flushed instantly, but before he could react, Pansy had already dragged Astoria and Hannah out the door.

-

Lucius had just entered the house at night after the visitor left.

I was frightened by the makeup of Narcissa and Draco, mother and daughter.

My wife is okay.

When Narcissa was young, she had a quirky side that was only revealed to Lucius.

Although he has restrained himself a lot since the Dark Lord gained power and his daughter was born,

Accidentally seeing his wife dressed oddly only reminded Lucius of the loving times they had when they were dating.

But my beloved daughter is different.

Knowing that her daughter's aloof and arrogant temperament was more like herself, she was always polite and reserved in front of her parents.

(Except for the period before the age of ten when I would occasionally want to play a trick on my dad.)

Although Lucius was convinced that Draco must also have a clever and mischievous side,

But she always thought that it would only be left to her peers.

Therefore, when I saw Draco wearing completely different clothes,

Painted with iron grey and dark blue smoky eyeshadow carefully applied by Narcissa,

When paired with dark purple lip gloss, the mind is greatly impacted.

Then I actually felt a little relieved that my daughter still had the desire to play tricks on her father.

Then comes pride and love.

The neat clothes and strong makeup make the daughter look heroic and reveal her unyielding character.

As expected, no matter what kind of dress she wears, it is not a problem for the only daughter of the Malfoy family.

But it was precisely because of the warm feelings he had shown towards the mother and daughter that night that Lucius was in a very bad mood the next morning.

-

As the morning sun shone on the sheets, Draco got up lazily and stretched.

After washing up in the bathroom in the room, I shook the bell at the head of the bed.

Indicating that he was ready to go downstairs.

After Dobby was freed, of course a new house-elf came to the house.

But after all, it's not like Dobby watching me grow up.

The relationship between the new elf and the Malfoy family members is more like that of master and servant who respect each other.

Draco seldom saw him, but he always kept the house tidy silently.

After changing into a home dress and arriving at the restaurant, I found my father staring blankly at the Daily Prophet.

I didn't turn the page for a long time.

I don't know why, but I always feel that my father is a little uncomfortable.

The mother had an angry and amused expression on her face, and would secretly glance at Lucius from time to time.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad."

It wasn't until Draco spoke softly that his father came to his senses.

Lucius wanted to return the favor, but his throat was a little dry. After coughing for a while, he stammered.

"Morning... Good morning, Draco."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

In contrast, Narcissa seemed to be in a good mood, with a mysterious and happy smile on her face.

Lucius stood up and pulled out a chair for his daughter, his limbs very stiff.

Draco was still a little confused about the situation. Narcissa winked at her daughter and nodded towards the long floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant.

"There's your letter this morning, Draco."

"I don't know why, but your father seems to be a little concerned about this matter."

As Narcissa spoke, she picked up the folding fan on the table and opened it twice, covering her mouth with her hands and laughing.

Looking at the wooden frame for decoration by the window, there is a snow sculpture with snow-white fur and a proud expression standing alone.

The paw gently held a letter.

Draco seemed to understand something instantly, and under his mother's gaze,

I felt my still slightly damp face getting a little hot.

I noticed that my father's eyes would occasionally drift towards the snow sculptures, and at that moment he would reveal an awkward expression.

"Draco, you have to be polite when facing a messenger."

"It has been waiting for you for some time. It seems to insist on handing the letter to you personally."

Narcissa reminded Draco and he quickly stood up.

Before leaving, after my mother nodded, I picked up my knife and fork and cut the bacon on the breakfast plate into cubes.

After putting the napkin on the table, he picked up a few pieces and came to the snow sculpture.