[HP]Helen Pan

When we got back downstairs, my mother looked at me and Draco with a very meaningful look.Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Michael, who immediately nodded desperately, and then the corners of Mom's lips became more pronounced, and suddenly there was a very profound smile on her face.

"Beautiful lady, I hope my uninvited presence didn't offend you." Draco immediately showed that kind of very flattering smile after meeting his mother's eyes, the kind of obedient baby's smile that showed his teeth properly, What's more terrible is that this brings out the aristocratic temperament in him, and the whole person looks very cultivated, so I can hardly think of his usual arrogant and domineering appearance.

"! No, of course not!" Mom immediately smiled even brighter. "It's really hard to imagine that a girl like you, Helen, can have such a well-behaved... er, friend." As she spoke, she moved closer to her father and held her hand. Knocked him with an elbow, "Peter, are you right? Look, how beautiful this kid is, I can't help thinking of it..."

"Of course, I'm glad to meet you, Draco." Dad smiled and shook Draco's hand, quietly interrupting Mom's reverie, because with Mom's tabloid reporter's divergent thinking, she would probably Thrilling topics such as royal secrets of the Development Department, Tomb Raider, and thousand-year-old corpses.

Dad reached out and patted Mom on the shoulder as Aunt Kate ran out of the kitchen and gave Mr Wood a kiss, turning sideways to reveal the bright, cheery orange lights behind him, "Come on, my Dinner is ready, little wizards. I think you'll like the sauce I made for roasted quail!"

Judging by the tone of my parents and the snigger on Michael's face, it was obvious that Michael had told them about me and Draco.After having such an idea, I suddenly felt that there was a lot of content in my mother's eyes, which made me a little uneasy, and even my cheeks became slightly hot.

Draco's presence had obviously heightened my mother's spirits, but to Harry it was probably like finding a dirty rat tail on his dinner plate, it must have been downright disgusting.Compared to Draco's easy and decent response, Harry's expression of staring at the food on the plate made one feel that he was going through a torture unimaginable to ordinary people.Ron put his head down and ate the steak with big mouthfuls, as if he was chomping down on Draco's meat.I spit and almost cautiously take a piece of pork ribs from the plate.Draco glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, reached out and spooned some sauce over the ribs for me.

His mother's dark eyes, which had been lingering on him and his body from time to time, suddenly glowed brightly, and that expression was as eager as catching tomorrow's headlines.

After a sumptuous dinner that caused most people indigestion, my mother served an exquisite fruit platter with a smile on her face, and then sat down on the sofa, pretending to be casual, "Draco?" Considerate tone and gentle tone.

"Are you satisfied with the dinner?" Mom smiled gently, and her professional smile always makes people have some bad associations. It always makes people feel that the teeth behind the lips are not teeth but sharp ones. the murder weapon.

At the moment, Harry and Hermione stayed in the other head in the hall on purpose to study the potted plant placed there, but I think they were discussing some excuse to go home.Luna, Jack and Michael were nestled in the other corner of the sofa reading a book, which seemed very warm.

"How? I heard that you and Helen are not from the same academy?" Mom turned to the piece of fruit that Draco handed her, and then asked with a more gentle and harmless feeling.

I vaguely felt that the next thing would be a little troublesome, so I hurriedly sat down beside my mother, holding her arm, and just wanted to talk, but my mother smiled at me rarely, and suggested, "In the kitchen There is also a plate of fruit, why don't you take it to your father and Madison? They are playing chess in the study."

"Okay, I see." I frowned, although I didn't understand my mother's intention to push me away, I could only reluctantly get up and leave.When he left, he took a special look at Draco, he was smiling indifferently, his body looked relaxed on the sofa but not too indulgent, I think this is the temperament cultivated by aristocratic families.He smiled at me, but the smile did not reach the gray-blue eyes, his eyelids were half-drooped, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was not too obvious. Based on what I knew about him, he should be angry. And looks extremely impatient.

As I expected, Harry and the others left early that night, and it was snowing. I wanted to keep them at my house for the night but they insisted on leaving.

When I accompanied Harry, Ron, and Ginny to wait for the knight bus, I felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably stalemate. I always felt that everything was fine at the beginning, but since Draco's sudden appearance, Harry's situation has improved a bit. The mood took a nosedive again, even worse than when he left Sirius' home.

A sense of guilt as if I messed up everything tightly enveloped me, I uncomfortably pulled the fur hat on my head lower, and then I cleared my dry throat, "Ha Leigh...I'm sorry, I didn't know Draco was coming."

"...It's okay." As if stiffened by the cold wind, Harry turned his head and looked at me slowly after a long time, then he sucked his red nose from the cold, "Go back soon ! The car is coming."

"Well! Helen, we know you wouldn't bring Malfoy here on purpose." Ginny stomped her feet and said to me with a smile, her cheeks on both sides were flushed by the wind, she looked extremely cute.

"Okay, okay! The bus is here! Get on it! It's freezing to death!" Michael yelled as if he couldn't stand it anymore, Jack and Hermione took the Muggle bus away, and he was accompanying Luna Waiting for the bus, "Helen, I want hot cocoa when I get back."

"If you want to drink, you can make it yourself." After watching Harry and the others get into the car, I gave the informer beside me a blank look, then turned around and walked towards home.

"I'm asking if you want to have a drink too." Michael jumped on the spot, and then quickly followed.

"Come on! I don't need it." I stood still and gave him a glare. "Why did you tell my parents about me and Draco?"

"Because they want to know!" Michael answered naturally, the white mist from his mouth blurred his face in the snowy night.

"Informant." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Come on! To be fair, didn't you tell my mother about Luna?" Michael walked side by side with me, but he spoke a little breathlessly, as if he was angry.

"But you and Luna are not as complicated as me and Draco!" I stared at him sideways, with a tone so strong that I was surprised.

"What's the difference?!" Michael asked back funny, he glared at me, and then said in a particularly cold tone, "Unless you don't want others to know about your relationship with Draco!" , He strode into the residential building in two strides in three steps at a time. I looked at his back in a daze.I think Michael is angry, but if I remember correctly, I have known him for almost ten years, and this is the first time he is angry with me...

When he got home, Draco was putting on his scarf and going home, and his mother was about to see him off, and it seemed that the secret interview between them was over.

"! Helen, it's really time for you to come back. You see that your friend is about to leave." Mom patted the snowflakes on my shoulder, then smiled and handed two umbrellas, "Why don't you give him a gift! "

"I sincerely thank Mrs. Pan for her hospitality. Your cooking skills are really great." Draco stood on the porch smiling decently, his eyes flickering from me to my mother's face.

From the moment the elevator doors closed, the indifferent and decent smile on Draco's face disappeared.There is no expression on his pale and handsome face, and he looks as lifeless as a sculpture. Such a Draco makes me feel a little scared.

"Uh...you chatted well with my mother?" I reached for his palm, with a dry smile on my face, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

Draco shook my hand away like an electric shock, he looked down at me like an indifferent lady, his face was still expressionless.Such an almost bare/naked contempt made my cheeks feel hot, as if someone had slapped me in the face.My nose was instantly sore and unbearable. I looked at my palm that was slapped away, and the water vapor gradually filled my vision, making it difficult for me to see clearly.

After getting out of the elevator and walking a few steps in the wind and snow, Draco pulled the leather glove on his hand slowly and said, "Did you take me seriously?"

My head was probably frozen and rigid, and I couldn't understand exactly what Draco said for a while, so I could only stare at him like an idiot.And my sluggish reaction obviously made Draco feel uncomfortable, he frowned in disgust, gave me the usual roll of the eyes, and then said, "Christmas party? Huh?!" His nose was blown, gray blue There was obvious disdain in the colored eyes.

At this time, there were no other pedestrians on the whole street except us.I could hear the wind carrying snowflakes through each of the alleys, and the raging wind reminded me of that embarrassing night near the Forbidden Forest.

A year later, my relationship with Draco is still so awkward.I felt that my eyes were hot and my throat was so dry that I could hardly speak, and there was a faint illusion of being torn apart somewhere in my chest.

I have always thought that the brain is the hub that controls people's emotions, but the strange thing is that at this moment, my brain is just sluggish and unable to function normally, while my heart is dull, as if someone has punched me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco looked back at me with his hands on his hips, "Such a meaningless party, do you think it's fun, or..."

Just when Draco complained endlessly, my emotions surged out as if I suddenly found a outlet, so that the voice I spoke was so loud that I was surprised, "Why did I tell you?! "

It was a sound similar to a roar, but it was terribly hoarse.This kind of sound echoed in the towering room, and the sound of the wind sounded so desolate that I couldn't help but start to feel sorry for myself.

"Don't I even have the right to hang out with my friends?!" I asked, staring at him.

"Friend?!" Draco laughed back as if he was extremely angry, he chuckled, and then asked in a contemptuous tone, "Would you like a fantasist like Harry Potter?! Or a fanatic like the Weasleys?" Such a pauper?! Tell me what kind of vision you have, and what kind of friends are you looking for?!" He tilted his head with his hands on his hips, but his tone was extremely bad, "Tell me about your eyes. What's the use?! And that greasy Muggleborn Michael Wood, I tell you, stay away from him! Look at your indiscretions! That's right, Mudbloods don't even know what self-respect is... "

"Draco Malfoy!" I almost screamed, reaching out to push him, "I told you, don't insult my friend!" I wiped my cheeks that were unconscious by the cold wind , there were some dark marks on the plush gloves due to water stains, "No matter who you are, you have no right to interfere in my life! Let me tell you, Harry, they are all my friends, I care They, defend them, and never allow others to insult them casually!" As I spoke, I stared at Draco, almost exhausting all my strength.

"Huh?" Draco stared at me almost incredulously, "What is it now? I didn't pursue the matter of you flirting with that muggle bastard Wood, but you are here complaining about insulting me." Your friend?!" He snorted again, stretched out his hand impatiently to stroke the broken hair on his forehead, and then smiled at me, "You care about your friend, you said so great. So you don't care about me Already?!" He stared at me with those gray-blue eyes, aggressively, "Say it! Why don't you talk?!"

"..."

I looked at Draco's angry face but was really speechless.If what I do is still called not caring about him, then can he tell me how much I need to do to "care" about him?

The skin soaked with tears was bitingly cold when the cold wind blew past it, and it also brought some indescribable itching.I moved my stiff mouth, then lowered my head and said in a weak tone, "Draco, it's getting late, I'm going home first." Then, I put the umbrella in his hand and then Turning around and running, almost counted as fleeing.

"What's the difference?!" Michael asked back funny, he glared at me, and then said in a particularly cold tone, "Unless you don't want others to know about your relationship with Draco!" , He strode into the residential building in two strides in three steps at a time. I looked at his back in a daze.I think Michael is angry, but if I remember correctly, I have known him for almost ten years, and this is the first time he is angry with me...

When he got home, Draco was putting on his scarf and going home, and his mother was about to see him off, and it seemed that the secret interview between them was over.

"! Helen, it's really time for you to come back. You see that your friend is about to leave." Mom patted the snowflakes on my shoulder, then smiled and handed two umbrellas, "Why don't you give him a gift! "

"I sincerely thank Mrs. Pan for her hospitality. Your cooking skills are really great." Draco stood on the porch smiling decently, his eyes flickering from me to my mother's face.

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