Upon hearing Harry's call, Cassandra pulled down the blanket a little, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.
Admittedly, she was quite cute — at least, that's what Harry thought.
Harry walked to the bedside and sat next to Cassandra.
"Is it warm enough?" he reached out to rub the top of Cassandra's head.
Truth be told, it felt quite nice.
Cassandra's soft hair felt like the world's most expensive silk to the touch.
"Mmm." Cassandra replied with a nasal sound.
"Then let me try."
Without saying a word, Harry reached his hand under the blanket before Cassandra could respond.
What he touched was rather... inappropriate.
But...
It was evident from Cassandra's embarrassed and annoyed gaze.
He awkwardly pulled his hand back and said to Cassandra, "Not bad, at least you're qualified as a maid—"
"Hmph." Cassandra snorted softly.
She still remembered her current role; as a maid, Harry's comments weren't wrong.
"What's for breakfast tomorrow?" Harry tried to make conversation, "Oh, I actually miss the Malfoy Clan's classic breakfast, you know... that distinctive kind of bacon."
"Alright, I'll instruct Dobby," Cassandra replied, "Dobby's mom used to be the little elf serving me..."
With that, she climbed out from under the blanket, causing the bell on her choker to jingle.
Harry couldn't resist reaching out to flick the bell dangling from her long, elegant neck.
Quite amusing, he thought.
Sharing a bed wasn't feasible, at least not now; even if Harry wanted to, Cassandra wouldn't agree.
As a classical lady, this was her limit. If Miss Grindelwald weren't out there watching like a hawk, she wouldn't even feel such pressure.
It must be acknowledged, pressure indeed drives progress.
That night, when Cassandra returned, she buried her head under the blanket, the warmth almost steaming from the back of her neck.
Embarrassment was one factor, but there was also a hint of delight.
Looks like...
I'm pretty charming too, she thought, at least not worse than that Grindelwald person.
Early the next morning, Cassandra instructed Dobby to prepare the Malfoy Clan's standard breakfast for Harry.
Of course, she did not dine with the Lucius couple but instead dressed as a maid and went alone to Harry's room.
"Time to get up!"
Cassandra said this as she swiftly pulled up Harry's blanket.
Then, her eyes couldn't help but land on a certain spot.
Hmm... To be fair, Harry was already fourteen, turning fifteen within a year. If you round up, he would be a high school student at Little Sirius.
It's common knowledge that a high schooler's... is the hardest thing in the world.
Two suspicious red clouds immediately rose on Cassandra's face.
She quickly lowered the blanket, turned around, and fled from Harry's room without looking back.
Once back in her own quarters, Cassandra still felt startled, repeatedly patting her chest in an attempt to calm down.
Yet the culprit Harry was still somewhat dazed, unsure why the blanket was abruptly lifted and then lowered again.
When he opened his eyes, Cassandra had already left, leaving Dobby standing nearby, holding his breakfast.
"You're awake, great Mr. Potter." Dobby blinked his large eyes, "Miss Cassandra prepared this breakfast upon your request."
With that, Dobby placed the breakfast on the table and slowly disappeared from the room.
Harry raised an eyebrow and shrugged, indifferently picking up a fork to casually prod the food on the plate.
Around nine in the morning, Lucius sent someone to inform that they were ready to depart for the Weasley family to pick up Draco.
Harry didn't refuse, though Cassandra seemed to be speaking with her father's portrait.
After waiting for a while, Cassandra finally arrived tardily.
They rode by carriage to the Weasley family's home.
No matter how many times Harry came here, he was always amazed at the house...
Crooked and crooked; if the Leaning Tower of Pisa was a perilous building, then the Weasley family's Humble Abode was something that should have collapsed.
The authorities that supervised building construction would be moved to tears upon seeing this house.
If it weren't for the existence of magic, this structure would have collapsed long ago.
Upon reaching the Humble Abode, it seemed the Weasley family was preparing lunch.
Harry could see Draco merrily following Ron and the Weasley Twins in the fields, kicking goblins around, looking nothing like a Pure-blood Wizard, but rather like a little mud monkey rolled out of some dirt.
After observing the popular... possibly his child for a while, Lucius finally hesitantly asked Narcissa, "Is that our Draco?"
"Probably..." Narcissa also hesitated, "It should be, right?"
Indeed, despite any change, Draco's iconic pale gold hair could never be concealed.
"You can tell he's genuinely happy now," Little Sirius remarked while shaking his head, "I suggest you both don't emphasize maintaining Draco's so-called image too strictly. Kids should be kids; when I was his age..."