[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

Before Draco went to Hogwarts, he thought the world revolved around him.

He is the heir to the Malfoy family,

He has a noble bloodline, a wealthy family, loving parents, and is highly favored.

The peers around him are happy to make friends with him and support him. Although he knew that they didn't care about Draco as a person, but because of the name Malfoy.

But so what? He is Malfoy, and he is proud of his family.

This sense of superiority started when I met Harry Potter in Diagon Alley before entering school, and was slowly shattered.

He took the initiative to extend a hand of friendship to the famous Potter, but the poor little man wearing shabby Muggle clothes actually refused to accept his kindness. He tasted the feeling of rejection for the first time.

The ignorant Potter.

It wasn't until the sorting hat sorted Potter into Gryffindor that Draco felt better. It seemed that he and Potter were destined not to be friends.

Harry Potter's successful admission stole all the limelight from him, and even the Slytherin table paid more attention to Potter than him.

Draco frowned as he ate his dinner, showing no intention of joining in the conversation between Pansy and Blaise. He only had one thought in his mind: good, he had another reason to hate Potter.

In addition to the playmates he grew up with, there were also several familiar faces who were assigned to Slytherin with him. As for the rest, he simply ignored them. They were either mixed-race or destitute, and there was no need for him to waste his affection.

But Stuart surprised him. She should be a friend worth making according to his father's definition. He has a very good talent for magic spells. He was able to use the Congestion Charm in his first year and generously shared it with the entire academy.

It's a pity that most people in the same grade cannot use it. Even people like him who have been trained since childhood are not very stable in controlling magic power. They either have no effect or have nosebleeds. He looked at Stewart who used the Congestion Charm flexibly and freely in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and realized that he was indeed too arrogant as his father said, and he still had a lot to work on.

During the Christmas vacation, Draco practiced the Congestion Charm, which was a great test of his control over his magic power. When he was finally able to use the Congestion Charm as freely as Stuart, it was already at the end of the semester.

His first year at Hogwarts was a pretty good one, if you ignored Potter, the stolen House Cup, and finishing third in his year.

When the second grade was about to start, his father patted him on the shoulder and told him: "Except for class, try to stay in the lounge and stay away from Potter."

Although Draco didn't understand what his father meant, he still remembered it in his heart. Potter was so stinky that he didn't even bother to approach him.

At the dinner table at the beginning of the school year, everyone moved their seats forward, and Draco chose the seat directly opposite Stewart without thinking, because she looked pleasing to the eye, and every time she raised her head, her appetite would be better and her mood would be better.

The life of the second grade was in order, until after the Halloween dinner, the first petrification incident occurred. Everyone was panicked, and of course he was too, but as a Malfoy, he couldn't show it.

He could only make it look like he didn't care, "That's just for mudbloods, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

The next day, when Draco looked up, he realized that the "scenery" on the opposite side was missing. He turned his head and looked at Sigrid's roommate.

"Sigrid is ill and in hospital."

Hearing this, the students around him put down their tableware and waited for the next step, just like him.

"Don't worry, she replied to me. It's not a serious illness, it's just contagious and she needs to rest."

Draco looked back at his dinner plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he wasn't petrified.

After taking two bites, he actually missed the scenery across the way and lost all appetite: "Shall we go see her after school?" he said to Pansy and Blaise.

Pansy reminded her seriously: "She is an infectious disease and cannot be seen by anyone!"

Blaise didn't seem to want to go either: "Have you forgotten the prefect's request? Except for class, try to stay in the lounge."

Draco turned his attention to Gregory and Vincent, and the longer he was not allowed to go, the more he wanted to go.

But Sigrid's roommate interrupted and said, "She doesn't want to get us in trouble. I can't even visit the infirmary in the morning."

"I know." He gave up the idea of ​​deepening friendship.

The first Quidditch match of the new semester will be held in a few days, and Draco has been conducting special training throughout the holiday just to give the pushy Potter some color.

The game was very lively. Everyone except the second-year Sigrid who was hospitalized was present. Draco felt a little sorry for her. She couldn't see how she could let Gryffindor lose for the first time and get a good start for the college.

After the game started, he was full of confidence but not as expected. Porter caught the golden spy under his nose, and he was just a little bit close.

Draco was in a bad mood, so he pushed Pansy away who came to comfort him, went back to the lounge alone, and stayed in the bedroom.

The next day, when he went to the cafeteria with bloodshot eyes, everyone looked unhappy. Soon he found out the reason - there was another petrification incident, and this time it was an individual, a brain-dead Potter fan.

Because of the headlines in this month's school newspaper, everyone seemed to be wearing sunglasses overnight, which looked ridiculous. As a Malfoy, he certainly wouldn't follow blindly, but just to be on the safe side, he also carried a pair in his pocket. Sunglasses, who would have trouble with their own life, right?

Standing on the duel stage, he once again became an opponent with Potter, but Potter gave everyone a surprise, no, a shock.

Harry Potter turned out to be a snark.

Now he didn't have to do anything, and Potter became a disaster that everyone could avoid. As for the rumored heir of Slytherin, haha, only a ghost would believe him.

During that time, Draco was in such good mood every day that he took off!

Valentine's Day is approaching, and the teenagers in the lounge are full of youth.

Blaise was lazily leaning on the sofa, chatting with his friends about where he would go on Valentine's Day with his new girlfriend, who was about to have a relationship.

Draco didn't even know who this was Blaise's new girlfriend. Is it interesting to fall in love? And this time I found a mudblood...

"You want to dump her in front of everyone and humiliate her after dating, right?" He really didn't expect anything more interesting than this.

"How could I do such a thing..." Brace laughed angrily at his still-unawakened friend, and whispered in his ear: "I'm not like you, hanging from a tree."

Draco immediately pushed Blaise away, his eyebrows almost flying: "You are sick, I don't like her!"

Blaise smiled even more happily when he heard his words.

Only then did Draco realize how stupid his unselfconscious answer had been. He tilted his head, leaving Blaise with only the glistening back of his head.

"What's there to be ashamed of? Do you want me to help you?" Blaise bumped Draco's shoulder, and the two brothers hugged him and whispered.

Draco was so excited for a moment that he forgot to push away the overly affectionate gesture. He hated physical contact, even among his best friends.

He didn't want to admit that he had a crush on Sigrid because she seemed to treat him no differently than other boys.

But Blaise's words really made him feel warm. Maybe he should put down his posture and take the initiative...

Opposite Pansy rolled her eyes inexplicably, wondering why her friends suddenly became mysterious.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sigrid coming in from the door. Brace patted his friend on the shoulder and whispered, "Let me test it for you!"

He naturally struck up a conversation with Sigrid who came in, and the topic was his future new girlfriend.

Draco was on pins and needles, not knowing what Blaise would say to test her, let alone whether she would guess that he had a crush on her.

In order not to be discovered, he tried to join their conversation naturally: "Let's guess how long it will take for him to catch up with that Hufflepuff Mudblood. I bet it will be Valentine's Day at the latest!"

"That's so rude of you, Draco!" Sigrid frowned.

"Okay, I take it back, I was born with non-wizard blood." Draco pinched his thigh with his hand in his trouser pocket to calm himself down a little.

The relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the lounge suddenly became quiet.

"Sigrid, who are you going to give chocolates to on Valentine's Day?" Blaise saved him. "We are all guessing which wizard will win your favor."

"You are so boring!" Sigrid's tone was a little higher and she answered vaguely.

After watching her leave, Draco stood up and left boredly, and Blaise hurriedly chased after her, "I'm sure she will send chocolates this year, maybe that person is among us!"

Blaise's guess was not unfounded. Her subtle expression showed that she felt guilty and even a little shy.

"Just wait, maybe you'll have a box of chocolates in a few days!"

Draco began to look forward to it because of his friend's words.

On Valentine's Day, thanks to that idiot professor, a group of ugly elves passed between their calves, sending disgusting love letters.

After Charms class.

The little wizards huddled together in the corridor, and Harry Potter unfortunately got a "music lover card".

The elf sang a disgusting love letter in the shrill voice of the elf. Draco looked at Potter's expression as if he had eaten shit, not to mention how relieved he was!

He was about to insult Potter with a few words, but was interrupted.

"Draco, forget it, Potter is already embarrassing enough." Sigrid suddenly came from behind Draco and tugged on his sleeve.

He didn't dare to move an arm, and said uncomfortably: "As you wish, Sigrid."

After she left, Draco stared at his sleeves in a daze... He didn't object to her touching him at all, and was even a little surprised.

I have a bold guess in my mind:

There were so many people who just laughed at Potter, why did she only stop herself?

She could just open her mouth, so why did she hold him back?

Merlin’s socks, socks, socks…

Doesn’t she also have a good impression of herself?

Like he was too embarrassed to show it and chose to attract his attention in this way?

I returned to the dormitory in a daze, changing clothes mechanically, but accidentally touched something with edges.

He took out a box of chocolates...

"I'm sure she's going to send chocolates this year, maybe that person is one of us!"

"Just wait, maybe you'll have a box of chocolates in a few days!"

Blaise's words echoed in his mind again...

Draco opened the beautiful wrapping paper, and six chocolates made into heart shapes were placed in the box, without cards or signatures.

Is she embarrassed? His mouth moved up unconsciously... What's there to be embarrassed about if you like him?

He would pay more careful attention to her during every subsequent meal time, guessing what food she would choose for her next bite, and nonchalantly reaching out at the same time so that they could share the same taste. The way she eats is so beautiful that he won't get bored even if he looks at it every day.

This unspoken joy did not last long before he heard the bad news - Sigrid was petrified.

After Professor Snape announced the news, he was startled, not sure whether it was because the petrified object was a pureblood, or because of her.

In the remaining days of his second year, Draco lost weight visibly, and he couldn't eat as long as he looked up and saw the unsightly empty seat opposite.

How is she?

During the summer vacation, Draco, who was receiving special training from his family at home, unexpectedly received an invitation from Stewart Manor.

Sigrid is going to have a make-up birthday party and she wakes up!

After finally waiting for the day of the banquet, he put on the white suit he had prepared long ago and set off with his father.

He was pulled closer to the group of young people by Blaise, and occasionally interjected a few words to show that he was listening.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the host of the banquet came.

He raised his head and watched her walking down. His eyes were so sore that he didn't want to blink. She was so beautiful...

Blaise murmured next to him: "I bet she will be the school beauty when school starts! What do you think?"

Draco didn't bother to look at him, and his eyes followed Sigrid. She was indeed the prettiest, just a little bit worse than his mother.

At the dance, he invited Sigrid to dance at the instigation of Blaise, but he felt that time passed too fast, and it was over before he could figure out how to talk naturally...

Sigrid nodded to him and was called away. Draco watched as she danced another song with a Ravenclaw. The boy's nervous legs didn't know how to move. He frowned and turned his head. It would be better if she only danced with him.

After the song ended, she walked towards the dining area and soon chatted with Little Nott.

Draco stood there, his expression getting more and more ugly...

"What are you waiting for? Let's go and listen to what they are talking about!" Blaise pulled him to join their chat without any explanation.

After confirming that Sigrid was nothing special about little Nott, he felt relieved.

In the third grade, he has grown a lot, and visually he is more than half a head taller than Sigrid. They will look great together~

The news that Potter had fainted on the train made him laugh for a while, but the laughter soon stopped. He almost died from an out-of-control hippogriff.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and his arm was basically healed after drinking Dean's special potion. He still asked Madam Pomfrey to wrap the wound tightly and stay in the infirmary.

What a joke, a noble Malfoy was injured, how could he let it go so easily!

After hearing the news, Slytherin classmates came to see him one after another. It was not until after dinner that he waited for Sigrid, who had arrived belatedly. Along with her were her roommates and Nott.

His excited mood dropped again, and he looked at Nott with hostility. Unfortunately, the other party completely ignored his anger and asked politely about his arm.

Draco turned his head and saw Sigrid looking at his tightly bandaged wound with a worried look on her face, and then whispered: "It's better soon."

After explaining a few words about why she stayed here, she actually smiled with relief, and he smiled too... But the next second, the annoying Nott said he wanted to leave, and she stood up and waved. Farewell.

Draco closed the door after them and angrily pushed away the water glass Pansy handed him, "You should go back too, I'm going to sleep!"

"If you're unhappy, just go to her directly. Don't get angry at me!" Unexpectedly, Pansy yelled at him for no reason and ran away.

Draco looked at the closed door, wondering how he had offended her, something was wrong with her!

Pansy came to him to apologize the next day. He raised his eyebrows at her still unwilling face, intending to show his gentlemanly demeanor and forgive her.

At the dinner table, Draco struggled to eat with his left hand, looking extremely pitiful. Fortunately, Blaise was wise and asked the witch diagonally across from him with a troubled face: "Sigrid, can you cut a steak for him?" Our eldest young master would rather eat steak cut by a beautiful woman."

Draco felt that his face must be as red as a big tomato now. He couldn't wait for a response from the other party for a long time, and he almost wanted to leave in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the other side handed over a cut steak, "Eat quickly, do the whole show~" She shook her head with a smile.

Pansy's fork next to her scraped the dinner plate, making a harsh noise. Draco only recovered from the handed dinner plate, raised his head, and saw Sigrid smiling even sweeter...

The happiness of being cut into steaks by the girl he had a crush on every day didn't last for a few days when the headline of the school newspaper gave him a slap in the face - it was Potter again, holding Sigrid in his arms, looking very ambiguous.

f-u-c-k! ! ! ! !

He hadn't even finished finishing the box of chocolates, but she was already in love with him?

Her ears were enveloped by the noisy voices of Pansy and Daphne: "Wo~ Her eyes are glued to Potter..." "After all, that is the famous savior~"

Draco said nothing and stubbornly sat in the lounge waiting for her to come back.

"Sigrid, you don't really like Pote's scarred head, do you?"

He stared at her carefully, not missing every subtle expression.

"I have nothing to do with Potter."

He heard the answer he wanted, but Sigrid looked very disappointed with him. Did he misunderstand that she liked someone else and hurt her?

Draco cursed softly: "I knew it must be that guy Potter who deliberately took advantage of you!"

But the atmosphere didn't get any better. Fortunately, Blaise interrupted: "Sigrid, do you understand me a little now? Rumors are really scary, aren't they?"

The next day, captain Flint came to see him, hoping that he would be sick for a few more days so that the team could apply to postpone the game, catching Gryffindor off guard and allowing the players to avoid the bad weather.

With just a little effort, he was willing to help with anything that could disgust Potter.

In the following days, Sigrid became busy. She would leave with her schoolbag after dinner most of the time, and would not come back until curfew. When she met him in the lounge, she would just pass him by with a nod... He really wanted Sigrid to join their study group, but unfortunately Pansy couldn't understand his hint. Blaise was also busy flirting with girls, and he himself was afraid of being rejected.

Soon it was the day of the Quidditch match, and he saw that Flint had already applied to postpone the game, and was even training them in the wind and rain. He couldn't wait to wait until these fools found out that they had made a mistake. What expression will you make when you meet someone? It must be wonderful!

Sure enough, the result of the game did not disappoint him. Gryffindor lost and Potter fell off the broom.

Very popular!

In January, they also ushered in a game against Hufflepuff, and experienced firsthand what the "devil's home court" was.

Just a pretty boy, right?

Draco curled his lips in disdain as he warmed up, watching Flint frown as he thought about ways to improve morale, and he unconsciously thought of Sigrid.

He casually said: "They have school beauties, and we also have school beauties!"

Unexpectedly, he was immediately recognized by a large number of teammates, and finally directly proposed to invite Sigrid to the sidelines to cheer them on.

Draco watched Flint step by step towards the focus of the crowd in the stands. After a while, Sigrid followed him towards them.

He had mixed feelings. He wanted Sigrid to come over, but the premise was that he only cheered for himself, not the entire team.

High-fiving, her palms conveyed a trace of heat, which made his whole body tingle with blood. From such a close stand, she would definitely be able to clearly see the moment when she won the game.

As expected, he did not disappoint Sigrid and caught the snitch. Sweat flowed from his hair into his eyes, which stung him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He immediately turned back to look at the stands. Sigrid's bright features were all dancing, and he He also laughed stupidly.

She did not hesitate to praise each player, praising their outstanding moments in the game very seriously. Every boy she mentioned blushed and smiled at her.

Draco took in all their stupidity and sneered. Until Sigrid finally stopped in front of him.

The disdain and contempt he had just now were all gone. He estimated that he was no better than those guys now, but so what?

Sigrid not only affirmed his efforts, but also gave him a hug so lightly that he almost thought it was a dream!

As expected, she didn't think much about Merlin's open pants. Sigrid just had a crush on him, otherwise how could she explain that she only hugged him in the entire team?

Before he could recover, a piece of shit passed over him and hit Sigrid on the shoulder. Seeing that her smiling face began to change color, Draco immediately pulled her into the dressing room.

She was obviously extremely stinky and embarrassed, but Master Malfoy, who was a bit of a germaphobe, was completely immune to it. He followed her step by step and tried his best to comfort her.

Flint also came to comfort him, but Sigrid obviously didn't want to see anyone, so she left with her teammates. After a while, he, Sigrid and the expressionless junior Rohr were left in the entire lounge.

This guy didn't hide his infatuation for Sigrid at all. He even knelt down and kissed her toes to show his loyalty. But it was a pity that his queen's whole heart was occupied by the "attack" and she didn't give him a charity. Eyes.

Master Malfoy asked himself, he would never be able to lose face and behave like this.

If Sigrid in the third grade was the undisputed school beauty, then she in the fourth grade was the campus goddess. The first time he saw her at the beginning of school, he couldn't help but look at her in surprise. He found that the guys around him were similar to him, and no one bothered to laugh at his stupidity.

At the school dinner, he kept pretending to eat his food seriously and exchanged a few words with his friends around him, but he was always too embarrassed to look up at Sigrid directly opposite him, and only used his peripheral vision to pay attention to every tiny movement she made.

Cancellation of the Quidditch match, the Triwizard Tournament, the other two houses... Throughout the dinner, exciting news was announced one after another, but in his eyes it was far less important than the girl opposite, until Dumbledore announced the new professor— —Legendary Auror Moody.

The long table became eerily quiet, and everyone whispered to each other seriously, no longer as relaxed as before.

At the dinner table the next day, Draco, who was surrounded by people, described very vividly the experience of the first Care of Magical Creatures class in the new semester. When he noticed that Sigrid was calmly withdrawing from the crowd, he stopped mentioning the Blast-Ended Skrewt in a lack of interest and planned to take his anger out on Potter.

In two or three sentences, he succeeded in irritating Potter and his two followers.

Draco stared provocatively at the almost crazy Ron Weasley, but his arm was suddenly pulled from behind. At the same time, the voice he had never dreamed of hearing sounded behind his ears: "That's it, De. Laco, come back with me!"

Very good, it was the first time Draco knew that she was so enthusiastic that she would come to start a fight.

He reflexively threw her hand away, "What's the matter, Sigrid? I said just two words about Potter and it made you feel bad? You have really bad taste. What did you see in him?"

Sigrid looked at him in disbelief. Draco knew that what he said was too harsh, but his pride did not allow him to lower his head, especially in the cafeteria with so many people watching, in front of Potter.

"Shut your stinking mouth, Malfoy!" Harry pulled out his wand at him.

A ray of white light shot at him, and he felt that his organs were shrinking desperately. Everything around him began to magnify, and the people in the circle looked down at him in horror.

Merlin, what happened to him?

Draco couldn't help but scurry around, but a pair of hands grabbed his body and threw him to the ground. He refused to obey and began to rise in the air and then fall heavily. He was enveloped in unprecedented pain and fear.

Only one voice could be heard in my ears: "Professor Moody, you are violating teaching regulations. He is already injured!"

He couldn't even remember what happened next, so he was sent to the infirmary. Several bottles of bitter potion were poured into his mouth, and Madam Pomfrey wrapped him tightly.

Sigrid waited aside with a cold expression. He was suddenly afraid that she would never care about him again: "I'm sorry, I was targeting Potter!"

The proud Master Malfoy bowed his head and apologized for the first time.

Sigrid's face softened a little, and she actually analyzed the form with him sincerely. Draco's heart was ready to move again...

Sure enough, everything she did today was for herself.

Since she didn't like her childish behavior, Master Malfoy decided to be more mature in the future and stop wasting energy on causing trouble for Potter.

After Sigrid left, he wrote home what happened today. The next morning, I received a reply from my father.

In addition to several various protective props, there were only a few concise lines that allowed him to stay away from Moody and keep a low profile.

After the start of the school year, the entire Slytherin community was thinking of ways to expel Moody from the school, and they even wrote a joint petition to the school board.

The application has not yet received a reply. After Draco, Slytherin has a second student who has been brutally persecuted. They even feel that this is a warning given to them by Moody.

Sigrid was controlled by Moody's Imperius Curse in class. Her aura was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she actually had to seduce Gryffindor, whom they hated most.

There was silence all around, everyone was scared, but stared at her with wide eyes in fascination.

Her tears scalded Draco. He stepped up to stop her, but Pansy held her back, "Don't go, haven't you learned enough? Moody doesn't dare to do anything to her!"

Blaise agreed with Pansy's words and shook his head at him.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look again, but Theodore Nott deliberately brushed his shoulder and left the classroom. He most likely went to find the dean.

At the critical moment, their mortal enemy Potter, together with the other lions, actually stood up and said, "That's enough, Professor Moody, stop torturing her!"

That night, Sigrid did not return to her dormitory. Her friend brought news that she was hospitalized.

Draco couldn't sleep all night. When he closed his eyes, he saw her face crying, and he almost drowned in the intense guilt.

She was the only one who spoke up for herself in the cafeteria that day, but he didn't have the courage to stand up for her today. He was not even as good as Potter.

Under the organization of Lestrange, they expressed their opposition to Moody by going on strike. Unexpectedly, the other three colleges would stand on a united front with them.

The rare unity at Hogwarts allowed Stewart's magic to come to the fore, and no one in the academy would ever define her simply as a "vase".

Sigrid, who was discharged from the hospital, was still bright and charming, and responded politely to the concerns of the people around her. Draco lowered his head to compete with the steak on the dinner plate, and did not pretend to be close to that group of people.

The sound of Sigrid's conversation with others fell into her ears word by word. At the end of the dinner, she didn't even ask him a question. The occasional eye contact made her look so natural.

Draco felt disappointed. Sigrid was not disappointed or complained about his inaction. Was it because she essentially had no expectations for him?

Their relationship seemed to be the same as before, and Sigrid would occasionally join in their conversations, which made Draco even more frustrated. He didn't want to admit that Sigrid had never been special to him, and all the previous feelings were gone. It's his own fault.

Damn it Stuart, why should you give him the illusion that "you are different from others"? Only let him experience the joys and sorrows alone, but she stayed out of it.

Draco didn't know there was going to be a Christmas dinner until one Monday when he received the dress from his mother.

"I'm really worried about whether to invite the current lady to the ball or the French lady from Beauxbatons~" Blaise whispered in his ear.

"What about you? Does your family have any plans for who you invite?"

Dance partner? Blaise's words reminded him that he needed a dance partner.

He unconsciously turned his head to look at the beautiful figure sitting in the front row of the classroom.

Blaise followed his gaze and shook his head helplessly. He couldn't understand Draco. If he liked Draco, why didn't he act? Could it be that he expected Draco to take the initiative to show his kindness to him?

Come on, that's Stewart!

Draco watched the annoying red-haired Gryffindor invite the dance partner of his dreams before his eyes, and he was disheartened and planned to go home for Christmas.

However, his mother wrote a letter to care about his dance partner and suggested that he invite little Greengrass. He accepted his mother's suggestion and invited little Greengrass indifferently.

At the ball, he absent-mindedly glanced at the fluttering blue dress. She was with Weasley from beginning to end, and did not give the second man a chance to invite her.

A few days later, the headlines of the school newspaper were filled with news about Snake and Flower's love. She actually chose Gryffindor Fred Weasley...

Sitting on the sofa in the lounge, his mind went blank and he made no comment on the surrounding discussions about her. It was simply ridiculous that she actually fell in love with a Weasley.

Draco decided to quit her, she chose a Gryffindor, or a pure-blood traitor recognized by all families, she did not deserve his love.

Pansy kept talking about the love between the lion and the snake in his ears every day. He never knew that Pansy was so concerned about Snake Flower's personal affairs. He listened to Pansy's gossip in one ear and hypnotized himself: he didn't care about her at all. private matters.

Because of the last game of the Triwizard Tournament, the fact that the Dark Lord had returned could no longer be hidden. He thought that the Malfoy family was so powerful that it would not be affected at all, but the reality gave him a wake-up call.

Young Master Malfoy, who was inexperienced in the world, grew up overnight under his father's frown and his mother's sad face as she wiped away tears.

He started special training without sleep or food, learned about family genealogy and ancestors' deeds, and became concerned about the family industry. The more he read, the more worried he became...

On an ordinary night, the Dark Lord brought his cronies to Malfoy Manor without any warning. His parents humbly kissed his toes, but still could not escape the torture of digging into his bones.

He did not choose to cowardly escape like he did in Moody's class.

At the age of 15, it was time to step out of the protective umbrella his parents had built for him, and he wanted to be the umbrella holder.

Malfoy emerges from the shadows to express his admiration and loyalty to the Dark Lord. The scarlet eyes became brighter. He stopped torturing his parents and arranged a task for his father.

Failing that, he, Draco Malfoy, would kneel down and accept the Dark Lord's gift - becoming the first underage disciple.

The family deeply trapped in the center of the whirlpool made love and love no longer important to him. He never expected that on the train starting school, he could calmly greet the newly appointed female prefect and welcome her calmly. Overwhelmed with approving glances.

The fifth-grade Slytherin seemed to have a chill in the air in the lounge, and the relationships among the students began to become complicated. Some were close to him, and some were alienated. He even knew the seventh-grade prefect, Volint Lester. Lan Qi and a few others have already joined the Dark Lord.

Therefore, when he found out that Volint Lestrange was contacting Sigrid in private, he followed him immediately. He could almost guess what he would say...

He suddenly began to be jealous of Sigrid. She was a pure-blood, and her family had not experienced the rise of the Dark Lord. She was destined to stay out of the matter no matter which side won, and he could not answer the multiple-choice question.

Watching Volint leave, he looked back at Theodore who came with him, "Shouldn't you give me a few words of warning now?"

Theodore turned his eyes to him: "I thought you wanted to go alone."

"She trusts you more, doesn't she?" Draco gave a fake smile, it was obvious that Little Nott was more cruel and vicious than him.

He reminded Theodore, who was about to leave: "Don't tell her what she shouldn't."

Draco didn't want her to know that he had met the Dark Lord, nor did he want her to know about his "fiancée" who had arrived out of nowhere.

Watching from a distance that the originally serious conversation between Theodore and Sigrid began to become more relaxed, Draco felt ridiculous again!

She was already deep in the quagmire, but she was still worried about whether Sigrid's skirt would be stained as she stood on the shore...

The first trip to Hogsmeade at the beginning of the school year, it was a rare opportunity for him to be alone with her for so long.

He chose to temporarily forget his burden and enjoy the rainbow, sunshine, coffee and warmth.

Opposite her, she actually became curious about his spells, which made Draco feel a little proud. He remembered that she was very talented in spells.

Unfortunately, with a Gryffindor boyfriend, she might not have the chance to learn any dark magic.

"Want to learn? I can teach you!" He extended an olive branch to Sigrid.

In order to make her excited, I introduced other interesting black magic, and sure enough she let go!

"Of course I'll learn it!"

"But... these are all dark magic." Draco pretended to be embarrassed and asked, "Would your Gryffindor boyfriend mind?"

Sigrid's smile settled on her face, "I'll ask him first and then I'll reply to you!"

Draco had already expected the result, but his mood was still low, "It seems that you two have a good relationship."

"Not bad." Sigrid didn't want to say more about her personal feelings.

"Don't mind if I say so. I'm surprised you guys stayed together for so long."

Sigrid frowned slightly: "How do you say that?"

"Have you ever heard of a saying?" Draco raised his head and looked directly into her eyes: "Slytherin's love died in fifth grade."

This is the concept that Brace instilled in him, advising him to have fun in the moment. Unfortunately, he was still alone in the fifth grade.

"I heard about it first." She looked very startled, and then became absent-minded.

Draco changed the topic and talked about Umbridge's background, but the temporary mark on his arm stung, reminding him again: you are not the same person.

Sigrid may have discovered something was wrong with him and became wary, which made Draco feel even more uncomfortable. He was depraved, but he never wanted to hurt her and was protecting her in his own way, but she used this Look at him.

Draco was disheartened, put down a few galleons and left alone.

Not long after, news came that Sigrid had been called by Umbridge for a talk. It was about dark magic. Draco would never believe it. He wanted to help her deal with the person who slandered her, the one who would slander her. However, Luo Er, the junior student who was regarded as a god by Snake Flower, did it for him. The process was so insidious that even Draco himself might not have handled it better than him.

Rumors began to circulate in the lounge again that Sigrid was betraying Slytherin by still dating Weasley. Prefect Volint Lestrange immediately stopped the message, and she became the only one who was still dating Weasley. A special case of dating a Gryffindor.

Draco laughed at himself: There is never a shortage of knights around her, and the most important thing for Malfoy at the moment should be to protect himself wisely.

During the holidays, Black Magic was indeed very dissatisfied with his father's failure. He struck his father one after another in front of his eyes, and he once again saw the terror of the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord gave him a new mission: to anger Potter.

Sitting on the train back to school, Draco still felt very dramatic. He had long given up the idea of ​​provoking Potter, but the Dark Lord wanted to leave this matter to him.

Destined to be, he and Potter were enemies.

In order to facilitate his own plan, Draco had no choice but to curry favor with Umbridge and he joined her investigation team. In just one month, except for Slytherin, everyone in other houses avoided him. He had a lot of achievements!

Uncharacteristically, Pansy no longer listened to him in everything, and even thought that he should be himself. Draco waved her hand away impatiently and said ruthlessly: "Do you think you understand me very well? You don't understand anything at all. I don’t understand! Don’t use your status as a friend to tell me what to do, you don’t deserve it!”

He almost vented his anger on Pansy. Anyway, she would come back when her anger subsided.

At almost midnight that night, he was actually told that Sigrid was waiting for him in the lounge. Whose prank is this?

Draco looked at Sigrid, who was sitting on the sofa with her fingertips turning white from the cold, and couldn't help but remind her: "You should sit over here. There is an exhaust fan under the sofa you are sitting on."

She turned around in shock, and when she saw it was him, she stood up and took a few steps back to observe where she was sitting: "It's been five years, and I don't know."

He is like a resentful woman now: "You just pass by every time, of course you won't know."

Sigrid paused for a moment before explaining: "Please deliver this letter to Mr. Malfoy personally. It is very important."

Sigrid stood up and handed him the letter.

Draco took the letter without even a signature, and only wrote with a bold quill "Malfoy, this is very important!!!", it was really special!

What else did he expect from Sigrid? He took the initiative to say goodbye: "Thank you, you can go back first!"

She said good night to him, and Draco also heard the footsteps fading away, but she suddenly said: "Well, I heard Pansy say that you seem unhappy recently?"

Draco frowned and sighed to himself: Pansy is really nosy...

"As a friend, I hope you really know what you want and do what you want."

Does she care about him? Draco thought uncertainly.

Moving faster than his brain, he moved closer to her.

A restrained and polite hug.

"Thank you, I'm doing what I want to do now."

He wanted to embrace the rainbow and embrace the sunshine, he has achieved it and can now continue on the path of his choice.

Draco didn't hesitate to leave her behind.

As the end of the term approaches, there is less and less time left for him, and he must complete the task as soon as possible.

He just found out why Potter was like a cunning mouse and couldn't be caught no matter what. It turned out that he had found a follower in Slytherin.

Draco couldn't wait to bring others with him to the eighth floor to block the crowd. He knew that Nott had asked others to reveal the news to Sigrid, but he didn't stop him. Deep in his heart, he also expected Sigrid to see them and Gryffin clearly. If there are too many people, they are not the same people.

They successfully cornered the Potters, and Draco naturally spat out all his vicious taunts. Nott also added fuel to the fire and injured a Weasley. He had a hunch that Potter was about to collapse. edge.

But at this time, the nasty Weasley twins ruined the good thing. The two interrupted Potter and attacked them. They were covered in unknown disgusting slime and could not be cleaned off.

One of the Weasleys mocked: "Miss Parkinson, who do you think would be interested in joining Slytherin? Are you recommending Azkaban for graduation?"

Just in time, Sigrid appeared behind Potter and his party.

Draco and his embarrassed companions looked past Potter and the others towards Sigrid.

The mission failed that day, but not all was lost. News of Snake and Flower's breakup spread widely, so it wasn't too bad.

During the Easter holiday, his father specially wrote a letter asking him to come back.

Only when he got home did he find out the reason. It turned out to be because of the letter delivered to Sigrid. My father had not been so happy for a long time. He was very interested in Sigrid and even wrote a reply letter hoping to pass it on.

Not long after school started, the rumors of Snake and Flower's breakup were self-confirmed. Draco could only focus more on Potter to ignore the loss in his heart.

He thought he was going to fail, but on an ordinary afternoon, Potter attacked the professor with the Unforgivable Curse in Umbridge's office. Unfortunately, Sigrid was affected and fell into a coma.

Before he could blame himself, the news that the Dark Lord was eliminated by Potter had already reached Hogwarts.

He felt lost, but fortunately, his family, his parents were all here. At most, he was suppressed by Dumbledore's forces, so be content!

Sigrid came back in the middle of the owls exam, and he was completely relieved. This was probably the best result for their classmates.

Draco walked a few steps and smiled with relief, but when he turned around, he found Pansy still in a daze, urging with an impatient look: "Don't you want to go back to the lounge? What are you doing standing there in a daze?"

Looking at the figure running towards him with a smile, Draco curled his lips and did not refuse the arm he took.

In this way, 10 years have passed, and Draco, who thought he was a husband, never mentioned Bai Yueguang from his student days again, but every time he heard news about her, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

His first love is a rainbow, with all the beauty in the world, but it is an unreachable illusion.