Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

As soon as Amanta stepped into the Slytherin common room, she sensed an unusual atmosphere.

There weren't many people in the lounge.

Several third and fourth grade students were sitting on the sofas near the fireplace, flipping through the book "Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory", while Blaise and Theodore were discussing the latest tactics of the Quidditch team in a low voice.

Crabbe and Goyle were crouching in a corner, enthusiastically playing a game of "Magic Devouring Chess" - a more violent and unpredictable game than ordinary wizard chess. Whenever a chess piece was eaten, a creepy chewing sound could be heard on the board.

But these are not Amanta's focus.

Her eyes were drawn to someone by the fireplace.

——Draco Malfoy.

He was now standing gloomily in front of the fireplace, his arms folded across his chest, his face as dark as if someone owed him a thousand Galleons.

The firelight reflected on the side of his face, slightly blurring out a hint of coldness, but his light grey eyes were fixed on her, his gaze was sharp, and the aura was terribly low.

Amanta did not stop, her eyes briefly met his, and then she keenly noticed a fact -

Draco was sulking.

Oh?

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

This guy is such a tsundere.

She walked over slowly and stopped in front of him.

She tilted her head slightly, looked at him with pretended curiosity, and asked lightly, "So...Draco, are you going to stand here like a statue?"

Draco didn't say anything, but just narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her dangerously, as if he was examining her, or as if he was holding back something.

Amanta looked him in the eye without flinching, the curve of her lips unchanged.

Of course she knew what he was worried about.

Those “little accidents” in Potions class, and…are you still jealous?

Draco now appears calm and composed on the surface, but in fact he is full of emotions and is waiting for an opportunity to settle the score.

Amanta chuckled happily, her tone lazy and a little teasing.

"What? Do you want to continue staring at me here, or are you ready to formally announce your revenge plan?"

Draco finally spoke, his voice low and with a hint of hidden danger.

"You know exactly what I'm waiting for, Amanta."

She raised her eyebrows, blinked, and pretended to be puzzled: "Oh? Then tell me, what should I know?"

Draco snorted coldly and took a step forward. The firelight flickered in his pupils. He lowered his voice and said in a bad tone:

"You were quite pleasant in Potions class today... it was fun to tease me, wasn't it?"

The last few words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

Amanta looked at him without hesitation, with the corners of her lips slightly raised: "Hmm? If you put it that way... it does seem quite interesting."

Draco's face darkened instantly.

He took a deep breath, as if he was forcibly suppressing something, staring at her dangerously, his fingertips slightly curled up, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.

After a few seconds, as if he had finally had enough, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The force was neither light nor heavy, yet it revealed an irresistible strength.

His fingertips tightened slightly, and the warmth of his palms passed through the skin. This was not a polite invitation, but rather a kind of hidden possessiveness.

"follow me."

Amanta's eyes narrowed slightly and her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

This guy... is so angry?

However, she was not about to obey.

She struggled a little, but found that Draco's hand was holding tighter, and his eyes were dangerous, as if silently warning her - don't try to escape.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

She asked slowly, her tone still calm but with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

Draco lowered his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice as if he was gritting his teeth: "What do you think?"

Amanta chuckled, "Where are you taking me? The Wizard Duel Club, or the Black Lake?"

Draco snorted and pulled her directly out of the common room.

She was pulled by Draco through the long corridor and finally arrived at the top floor of the astronomy tower.

Draco finally let go of her wrist and took a half step back, his eyes deep and his voice slightly gritted.

"What do you mean today?"

Amanta tilted her head, her eyebrows slightly curved: "What do you mean?"

Draco took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You know what I'm talking about, Amanta."

Amanta looked at him with a provocative smile in her eyes, and it seemed that she had no intention of admitting her mistake.

"Oh, you mean that little thing in Potions class?" She said slowly, with a deliberately nonchalant tone, "It's nothing, it's just... I suddenly found it quite interesting to tease you."

Draco: "..."

He looked up suddenly, his face even darker than before.

"you--"

His tone was extremely dangerous, as if he was going to push her against the bookshelf and question her harshly in the next second.

Amanta pursed her lips.

"Actually... you look pretty cute when you blush."

Draco looked at her, his breathing paused slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he was digesting her words.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said in a low, hoarse voice, revealing a sense of gritted teeth: "Amanta, you'd better pray that I won't fight back."

Amanta raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Then how are you going to fight back?"

Draco didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thin lips curled up in a slight sneer, with some dangerous meaning.

He's not in a hurry.

This is the highest place in the entire Hogwarts. The night breeze blows gently, carrying the cool breath of the stars, and the stone bricks underfoot are slightly chilly.

Not many students come here, especially at this time, and the surroundings are so quiet that the only sound is their breathing.

Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not struggle to break free. Instead, she leaned leisurely against the stone wall of the tower, looking at Draco in front of her.

He finally let go of her wrist and stared down at her, the look in his eyes was indescribably complicated.

Is he angry?

...It seemed like yes, he was indeed annoyed by her behavior today.

However, Amanta soon discovered that there was not only dissatisfaction in his eyes, but also a hidden and difficult to conceal excitement.

She suddenly realized a fact.

Draco actually enjoyed her provocation.

He scolded her for not being able to restrain herself and frowned to warn her, but his heartbeat was faster than she thought, the light in his eyes was brighter than usual, and even his breathing was a little faster than before.

Amanta smiled and said cheerfully, "So, Draco, what do you want to say?"

Draco didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned closer.

Amanta subconsciously leaned back until the stone wall behind her pressed against her, completely cutting off her retreat.

She caught a glimpse of Draco's hand from the corner of her eye. His slender white fingertips were slowly resting on the wall beside her, with a sense of secret confinement.

They were so close that if they moved a little closer, they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Draco's voice was low, with a hint of possessiveness that was hard to conceal.

"How do you think I should punish you?"

Amanta thought for a moment.

She is not the kind of person who passively accepts things. She is always used to taking the initiative to control the situation.

So, she slowly raised her hand, gently hooked her fingertips over the cuff of his school robe, and then moved up along his arm, little by little, until she touched his shoulder.

Then, she exerted a little force and pulled him closer.

She could almost hear his breath hitch for a second.

She could feel his body stiffen slightly, but he did not step back. Instead, he stood there quietly, allowing her hand to stay on his shoulder.

His gaze suddenly darkened, and the halo in his eyes was like a lake under the night sky, surging unsteadily.

Draco's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice became lower: "Amanta..."

She chuckled, her tone slightly provocative.

"Huh? Aren't you going to punish me? Why are you nervous instead?"

Draco's palms suddenly rested on the wall beside her, as if he finally realized that he had completely fallen into her rhythm, or perhaps he was unwilling to be led by her like this.

His breath was warm, falling on her ear, and his low and hoarse voice carried a hint of forbearance and restraint.

"Do you know...Amanta, you are really good at provoking me?"

Amanta raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze without flinching, her tone calm.

"I didn't."

Draco's gaze fell on the faint smile at the corner of her lips, and his eyes became more dangerous, as if he might completely break through rationality at any time.

There was only a little distance between them, their breaths intertwined, and their heartbeats gradually quickened.

Just when Draco seemed to have finally crossed the line of restraint -

"Hey! Draco? What are you doing bringing Amanta to the Astronomy Tower?"

Harry's voice came out unexpectedly.

Amanta: “…”

Draco: "..."

Their bodies froze instantly.

Then, almost in an instant, the two of them quickly separated from each other, their movements so fast that it seemed as if they were struck by lightning.

They both turned their heads and saw Harry, Neville, and Luna standing not far away, looking at them with curiosity.

Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at them suspiciously. "Are you planning to sneak into the Hogwarts kitchen?"

Draco rubbed his brow helplessly, and said in a tired tone: "Harry... shut up."

Harry had no idea what he had just broken and was still analyzing it carefully.

"Or did you make Amanta angry, and Amanta just cast a petrification spell on you here, so you have been frozen there?"

Veins popped up on Draco's forehead and he took a deep breath.

"no--"

Neville quickly pulled Harry's sleeve, looking like he was begging for life.

"Harry, let's go and stop disturbing them..."

Harry curled his lips and muttered quietly.

"Strange, why do I always feel that... the atmosphere between the two of them seems to be a little off?"

Luna tilted her head and blinked her silver-gray eyes calmly.

“I think it’s quite right.”

Harry: “…?”

Amanta smiled softly and whispered in Draco's ear: "It seems that this time it won't work."

Draco snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Wait until I find an opportunity, just wait."