Malfoy Through Harry's Eyes -Harry Potter&Vocaloid

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 After leaving the classroom, the four of them walked together along the corridors of Hogwarts toward the courtyard near the common rooms. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, illuminating the stone floors. Harry and Draco walked ahead, still bickering about their magical practice, while Gakupo and Luka followed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the amusing way the two interacted. “Potter, that spell you performed just now was still a little unstable, yet you actually dared to say you had mastered it?” “I only said I was improving. I never claimed I had mastered it completely.” “Hmph. At least you have some self-awareness.” “But it's because you taught me that I improved so quickly.” Harry answered with a smile. Draco's steps suddenly faltered. “W-Well, of course! My magical abilities are naturally superior to yours!” She immediately lifted her chin, trying to maintain her usual haughty demeanor. However, she unconsciously quickened her pace, as though walking faster might help her avoid Harry's gaze. Harry watched the tips of her ears turn slightly red and couldn't help smiling. “You seem to be in a pretty good mood today.” “I'm not! Don't just make assumptions about me!” “Fine, then I must have been mistaken.” “Exactly!” Despite her words, the corners of Draco's lips secretly curled upward. Luka watched everything from behind and leaned closer to Gakupo, whispering with a smile, “She's obviously happy, but she refuses to admit it.” “And Harry seems to enjoy teasing her.” “I think so, too.” Watching the amusing pair ahead of them, Luka suddenly became curious about something. She quickened her pace and moved alongside Harry. “Harry, may I ask you something?” “Of course, Luka. What's up?” Gakupo followed, looking mildly curious as well. Luka glanced at Draco, who was walking on the other side, then turned back to Harry with a mischievous smile. “What do you like most about Draco? What kind of side of her do you like best?” Harry blinked. “Huh?” Draco immediately stopped walking, too. “W-Wait! Why are you suddenly asking such a question?” She spun around, her long golden hair swaying with the movement as a faint blush spread across her cheeks. Luka innocently blinked. “I'm just curious! You two are always bickering, so we want to know what Harry likes about Draco.” “I-I don't need to know anything about something so ridiculous!” Draco immediately turned her face away, sounding utterly dismissive. However, instead of continuing forward, she remained where she was, secretly listening. Harry looked at Luka, then at Gakupo, before finally turning his attention to Draco. He didn't immediately deny anything as he usually might have, nor did he look embarrassed. Instead, he thought seriously for a moment. “What kind of side of her do I like best?” “Mm-hmm!” Luka nodded eagerly. Harry smiled softly. “Actually, there are a lot.” Draco's shoulders stiffened slightly. “A lot?” “Yeah.” Harry began listing them one by one. “I like how confident she is. Whenever she believes she can accomplish something, she goes for it without hesitation. Even when other people think something is difficult, she doesn't give up easily. Sometimes she's so confident that I don't even know how to respond, but I think that's one of the things that makes her charming.” Draco had been ready to argue, but she fell silent as he continued. She had never imagined Harry would describe her that way. In her mind, Harry was always challenging her and occasionally saying things just to annoy her. She had assumed he regarded her pride as nothing but a flaw. She had never expected him to admire that side of her so much. Harry continued, “I also like the way she looks when she's angry.” “What?!” Draco immediately turned to glare at him. “Potter, you had better explain yourself!” Harry couldn't help laughing at her sudden reaction. “See? Just like this.” “What do you mean, ‘just like this’?!” “When you're angry, your eyes open wide, you talk much faster, and you try to come up with even more reasons to argue with me.” He looked at her with a smile, warmth dancing in his green eyes. “Sometimes I honestly have no idea what I've done wrong, but watching you argue with me so seriously is pretty entertaining.” “You actually find it entertaining to make me angry!” “I'm not deliberately trying to make you angry.” Harry's expression softened slightly, and his voice became more earnest. “At least, not every time.” “Potter!” Draco was so furious that she almost raised her wand. Harry quickly lifted both hands in surrender, signaling that he wasn't going to fight back. Gakupo and Luka watched them and exchanged amused smiles. Harry, who usually seemed gentle and straightforward, was surprisingly observant when it came to Draco. He remembered her expressions when she was angry, the way her voice changed, and even the little gestures she made while arguing with him. Such details were often the things people remembered without realizing it when someone truly mattered to them. Harry, however, didn't seem to notice what the others were thinking. He continued speaking. “I also like the way she smiles.” Draco had been about to argue again, but she suddenly stopped when she heard those words. Harry looked at her, his voice becoming gentler. “She usually acts confident and loves arguing with me. But when she's genuinely happy, her smile looks different from usual.” “...How is it different?” Draco asked almost instinctively. Harry thought about it for a moment. “She forgets what she was going to say, and she stops trying so hard to look proud. At those moments, she looks especially happy.” Draco's cheeks gradually turned red. She remembered how she had felt when she was teaching Harry magic earlier. When he finally succeeded in casting the spell, she had been unable to hide her delighted smile. At the time, she had been so happy for him that she had completely forgotten to maintain her usual attitude. Harry had noticed. Not only had he noticed, but he had remembered that moment, too. “And there's something else,” Harry continued. “I also like the way she gets jealous.” This time, even Gakupo raised his eyebrows slightly. Luka immediately wore an intrigued smile. “Jealous?” “Harry Potter!” Draco's voice rang through the corridor almost instantly. Her face turned bright red, and she nearly lost her grip on her wand. “Who gets jealous?! What on earth are you talking about?!” Harry looked at her and hurriedly explained, “I didn't mean that you get jealous all the time. Just occasionally.” “Not even occasionally!” “Okay.” Harry nodded with a smile, yet he didn't look frightened by her reaction. “Then let's say you never get jealous.” He said it so naturally that Draco suddenly had no idea how to continue arguing. She had expected Harry to keep teasing her, but instead, he simply looked at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes without forcing her to admit anything. That consideration made her heart race even more. Luka couldn't help covering her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter. “Harry, you really do like Draco a lot.” This time, Harry didn't answer immediately. He looked down at his hand before lifting his gaze toward Draco. The golden-haired girl was still glaring at him indignantly, but she hadn't actually turned around and left. Instead, she seemed to be waiting for his answer, even though she was determined not to let anyone notice. Harry's expression gradually softened. “Yeah. I really like her.” For a moment, the air seemed to fall silent. Draco was completely stunned. She had already prepared a whole series of retorts, but Harry's straightforward answer made her forget every single one. He had said it so naturally. He hadn't raised his voice, hidden behind a joke, or hurried to offer an explanation afterward. He had simply admitted how he felt. “I like how confident she is. I like how she tries so hard to argue with me when she's angry, and I like the way she smiles.” Harry kept his gaze on Draco. “Even when she's stubborn, refuses to admit what she really cares about, or argues with me over the smallest things, I still like all of it.” His smile was warm and sincere. “Because that's Draco. I don't only like her when she's being perfect.” Draco's eyes widened slightly. She had never heard anyone say something like that to her before. She had always believed she needed to remain exceptional, proud, and fearless in order to earn other people's respect. Even around Harry, she habitually used challenges and arguments to conceal her true emotions, as though refusing to reveal any weakness first would prevent him from seeing through her feelings. But Harry was telling her that he didn't only like her when she performed well. Even when she was angry, jealous, stubborn, or at a loss for words, he still found her adorable. That understanding left her far more flustered than any ordinary compliment ever could. “...Idiot.” Draco finally managed to force out a single word. She lowered her head, her golden hair falling beside her face as she tried to conceal her now-burning cheeks. “You really are... such an idiot, Potter.” Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong again?” “Just stop talking!” “Okay.” He agreed with a smile. Yet when the four of them started walking again, he naturally slowed his pace to remain beside her. Draco didn't scold him again or deliberately walk ahead as she usually did. After a while, she secretly reached out and caught the sleeve of Harry's robe. Her touch was so light that it seemed as though she was afraid of being discovered. But Harry felt it. He glanced down at the hand holding his sleeve, then smiled faintly. Without exposing her secret, he simply slowed down a little more, allowing her to remain beside him. Behind them, Luka watched the scene with a tender smile. “Gakupo, I think Draco is going to spend the entire evening thinking about what Harry said.” “Probably longer than just tonight.” Gakupo answered softly. Luka couldn't help laughing, then reached out her hand toward him. Gakupo naturally took it, their fingers intertwining gently. “What about you?” Luka suddenly asked, looking up at him. “What do you like most about me?” Gakupo looked down at her without the slightest hesitation. “I like the way you look when you're happy, the way you look when you're shy, the way you concentrate when you're doing something important, and the way you occasionally tease me on purpose.” Luka blinked. “That's all?” “There's much more.” He paused briefly, holding her hand even more tenderly. “Every side of you. As long as it's you, I love it all.” Luka's cheeks immediately flushed. “Why are both of you so good with words today...?” She complained softly, yet she moved closer to Gakupo of her own accord, resting her shoulder gently against his arm. Gakupo didn't tease her any further. He simply continued walking beside her with a smile. Ahead of them, Harry and Draco were still talking quietly. Draco occasionally criticized something Harry said, and Harry responded with a smile, but the distance between them never widened. Perhaps Draco still needed time before she could openly admit her feelings for Harry. And Harry still had much to learn about his own heart. But at least that afternoon, he had come to understand one thing. It wasn't some flawless version of Malfoy that he liked. He liked Draco Malfoy—the girl who was confident, proud, quick to anger, occasionally jealous, and especially radiant whenever she smiled. The girl who could make his gaze linger on her without him even realizing it, no matter which side of herself she showed him. As for Draco, although she still hadn't openly confessed her feelings, she quietly tightened her grip on Harry's sleeve. Perhaps, for her, that was already the most honest answer she could give that day.