Whenever Draco thought about his goddess being hugged and kissed by someone else, he felt his fists hardening uncontrollably.
This was no ordinary case of jealousy; it required a strong punch!
Draco thought viciously as he raised his head and said, "Harry, you have to help me with this—"
Harry suddenly felt playful, cleared his throat, and said to Draco, "What did you call me?"
"Harry," Draco said, still clueless.
"I'm helping you so much, what should you call me?" Harry prompted again.
But Draco clearly didn't understand what Harry meant; he scratched his head and asked tentatively, "Harry?"
Harry felt a bit speechless; Draco seemed a bit dense.
"Out of this door, you call me Harry, and I won't mind," Harry asked with a hint of exasperation, "But here, what do you call me?"
There was a moment where Draco suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Great-granduncle!" he quickly corrected himself.
Harry nodded with satisfaction, and seeing Harry's approval, Draco hurriedly called out again, "Great-granduncle!"
"You're not a fool after all," Harry patted his shoulder, "Alright, I'll take care of this matter, you can rest easy."
Draco finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With Harry on the case, it seemed the issue with Ginny wouldn't be a problem—everyone knew Harry had a good relationship with the Weasley family.
"However, chasing a girl is not something you can rely on me for." Harry spoke again, "What I can help you with is making sure the Weasley family doesn't stand in the way of your pursuit of Ginny, understand? As for winning Ginny's heart, that's something you have to do yourself!"
"Understood! Great-granduncle!" Draco playfully saluted.
He now felt life was full of hope; with great-granduncle stepping in, it was like having twice the strength.
While leaving the garden, Cassandra was still a bit curious.
"What were you two mysteriously up to?" she asked.
"Draco has taken a fancy to a girl," Harry said, describing the girl, "She's quite beautiful, from a Pure Blood family, studies well, has strong abilities, and most importantly, she's great at Quidditch."
"Ginny, huh?" Cassandra thought and nodded, "If it's Ginny, it's not impossible—at least she's from a Pure Blood background, which doesn't go against the Malfoy Clan's principles."
"What about me?" Harry asked bashfully, with a teasing smile.
"Aren't you the young master of the Potter Clan?" Cassandra reached out and pinched Harry's cheek, "You know, when dad found out you're actually part of the Potter family, he couldn't have been happier..."
Harry indeed had some recollection that when he first met Mr. Old Malfoy a century later, he had brought up being part of the Potter family.
Initially, Mr. Old Malfoy, who had been eager to attack and slay him, suddenly changed his attitude at lightning speed upon hearing that, and his demeanor shifted instantly.
"This prejudice based on bloodlines should really be abandoned; we're in a new society now," Harry said earnestly, "What about you? Do you care that I'm a Pure-blood Wizard?"
Unexpectedly, Cassandra's face suddenly tensed up.
"Being with you isn't because you're a Pure-blood Wizard or not." Her expression turned serious, "Even if you were a Wizard born from Muggles, I would still..."
At this point, Cassandra suddenly paused, a suspicious blush appearing on her cheeks.
"Still what?" Harry pursued.
"Still fall in love with you, satisfied now? Potter?" Cassandra looked at Harry, teasingly angry.
Harry laughed heartily, wrapped an arm around Cassandra's shoulder, and let her lean against him.
Cassandra symbolically struggled a couple of times before complying and resting against his chest.
"You know," Cassandra said dreamily, looking at the snow falling in the courtyard, "Initially, I approached you because Dad got wind that you're someone who traveled through time from the future... I was quite curious about you too, so Dad approved of it... But later, I discovered you're actually a very reliable good guy, so..."
At this point, Cassandra sighed.
"My biggest regret was taking you to Vienna for Christmas in 1888; perhaps that was the most wrong decision of my life."
Harry knew Cassandra was referring to meeting Vivi that year, leading to her carefully nurtured piglet being lured away by the Austria-Hungary cabbage.
"Well then..." Harry tried to change the topic, "There's always a positive side to everything; why not look at the brighter side, like how we befriended Vivi, isn't it?"
"Humph." Cassandra's mouth twitched downward, "It worked out for you, you rascal."
It was evident that although she'd accepted the fact, she still harbored some resentment.
After spending a few days at the Malfoy family home, Harry returned to No. 12 Grimmo Square with Cassandra.
Vivi moved quickly and had already purchased No. 13 Grimmo Square.
"Why did you go through such lengths?" Little Sirius said helplessly, "No. 12 is practically your home as well, isn't it? After all, Harry is still my godson."
"You're married now, Little Sirius, it's not appropriate," Harry said, hugging Vivi's waist, "Besides, we can't always be your third wheel; eventually, we need a place of our own, don't we?"
Given the conversation went that way, Little Sirius no longer had any reason to object.
"Tomorrow, I'm off to Buenos Aires with Jemma," he said wistfully, "Time really flies, doesn't it? Seems like just yesterday Harry was riding the little broom I bought for him around the house when he was just one year old..."