Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 306 The Lost and Found Hair Rope

Harry's eyes were focused on Draco and I's clasped hands.

"Just now, your cousin's husband suddenly called you over. He didn't say anything, right?" He looked worried.

If I didn't know that he was the culprit, I would have been fooled by his innocent expression.

"Harry, how could you..." But I couldn't find the position to question him.

"What's wrong with me?" The boy's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly.

"Nothing..." No matter what, I couldn't make public what Draco and I had just done.

I naturally feel a little guilty.

"Your hair isn't dry yet, let me help you..."

He picked up the towel without saying anything.

"I'll do it." Draco said and tried to take the towel.

"Take care of yourself first." Harry pointed at Draco's damp hair.

His hands gently massaged my scalp, slowly wiping away the moisture with the towel.

I sat in the chair with my head tilted back and my long hair almost dragging on the ground.

He ran his fingertips through my hair, all the way to the bottom.

"Are you ready? I can also use magic to dry it..." I reminded in a low voice.

"Be patient, it's not healed yet... You guys have been in there for so long, can't you wait for a little while?"

Harry's voice was soft, but I could hear a hint of grievance and accusation in it.

My heart softened.

I have always known that Harry has some ambiguous feelings for me.

But he never confessed to me directly...

Seeing that I remained silent, he subconsciously speeded up his movements.

He is suppressing his needs.

He didn't have to be so humble.

In front of Ginny, and even in front of Cho Chang, he had always been strong and self-centered.

Most Leo boys are like this.

"Okay..." he said softly.

He put the towel in my hand and turned away.

"Harry... I mean, thank you..."

The moment he was called by me, his eyes lit up.

I subconsciously played with a strand of long hair that hung down.

Then, a hint of warmth touched my cheek.

It was Harry, and he reached out and helped me tuck the lock of hair behind my ear.

"Aurora……"

I stared at him, amazed at his audacity.

"Would you like me to help you comb it?"

"Do you know?"

I never knew he could be so clever.

"You'll know if you try it..." he said, leaving the audience in suspense.

"Be gentler..." I didn't quite trust his skills, but it was difficult to refuse, so I had to prepare myself to have a dozen hairs pulled out.

His technique was gentle, dividing the hair into strands and leaving the rest loose.

This is the hairstyle I usually wear...

"This hairstyle suits you very well..." He spoke gently. In the mirror, his fingers flew up and down with a focused expression.

What was tied around his wrist was the hair tie that I had lost long ago.

Silver and green intertwined, the one that was accidentally lost during the first Quidditch class!

Because Draco made it up, I was sad for a long time!

It turned out that it was in Harry's hand...

"Do you still remember it? Now it has been returned to its original owner."

He leaned down, put his hands on my bare shoulders, and looked at ourselves in the mirror together.

The boy was tall and handsome, and his voice was low and magnetic, unlike Draco's clear voice.

I finally understand the charm of sound.

People with nice voices have extraordinary power to bewitch others.

So is Tom, and so is Harry.

As expected of the owner of twin wands, even their traits are so similar!