People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

After graduation, Afro and Harry got together naturally. And Harry, who stood out among his competitors, walked with a spring breeze these days.

Harry realized his dream and became an Auror in the Ministry of Magic. In order not to be a happy little waste at home, Aphrodite also decided to come to the Ministry of Magic.

Harry returned from a mission with injuries all over his body. He quietly opened the door and found the drawer where the potion was hidden. He planned to treat his wounds by himself so as not to worry his beloved girlfriend.

As soon as he opened the drawer, the chandelier above his head suddenly turned on!

"Aphrodite, why aren't you asleep so late?"

Harry quickly pushed the drawer shut and turned to look at the girl leaning against the door frame.

She was wearing a black silk pajamas with bright red roses embroidered on the wide hem. Her slender waist was tied with a belt, and her long, round legs were white and shiny under the light.

The mature and charming figure and the face as beautiful as the bright moon captured Harry's attention.

"If I don't come down, how can I see the mice stealing things?"

"No, Afro..."

"Put your hand over here."

Afro interrupted Harry's explanation. She came in front of Harry and pulled out his arms hidden behind his back.

There was a deep wound on his arm, and blood was flowing from the wound, staining his clothes red.

Afro looked at the hideous wound and found it hard to imagine how dangerous the situation was.

Drops of tears fell on the back of Harry's hand. The tears seemed to turn into lava, burning his left chest and causing him pain, making him feel flustered.

Harry raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from his face. His Adam's apple rolled slowly and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Be good, stop crying."

Afro wiped away the tears that covered her eyes, lowered her head and silently took out the potion from the drawer, and carefully bandaged Harry's wound.

She looked at Harry's bandaged arm, her chest felt tight and her heart was tightening. She lowered her head and blew on the wound.

Harry placed his hand on Aphrodite's back, soothing her gently.

This was the first time Afro had seen him get so badly injured. In the past, he had always been careful to protect himself, and even if he got injured, it was only a minor injury, or a wound that was almost healed.

"Does it still hurt?"

Afro, eyes full of distress, held Harry's injured arm.

Harry shook his head and even laughed heartlessly, "With Aphrodite here, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"Stop talking so much!"

"Really! Afro's bandage looks great too! If there's a kiss..."

Before he finished speaking, a gentle kiss fell on the bandage, causing a tingling sensation.

"anything else?"

Harry looked at Afro's cherry lips with dark eyes and said obsessively, "It hurts!"

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere! I want a kiss!"

Afro slapped Harry on the head, put her hands on her hips and shouted at him angrily: "It hurts! It hurts so much! I'm going to kill you!"

"You are not allowed to sleep in the bedroom tonight!"

Along with Afro's voice was the sound of the door being locked.

Harry calmly cleaned up the mess in the living room, his fingers gently brushing over the bandages Aphrodite had applied.

The starlight was dim, and the dark night enveloped the vast earth.

The white door was opened a crack, and a slender figure was reflected on the floor, slowly pulling the blonde girl lying on the bed under the shadow.

The thick quilt was lifted up, and a warm body rubbed into the quilt.

The sleeping Afro felt the familiar breath around her and skillfully crawled into the arms of the "hunter" that were open to her.

Harry hugged Aphrodite who came towards him, locked her in his arms, and stroked her spine with his right hand.

The hot palm slid into the hem of the clothes and lingered on the delicate and smooth waist.

"Harry?"

Afro felt an itch coming from his waist, squinted his eyes and murmured something.

Harry murmured a response, but continued to move his hands.

"Harry?"

"What's wrong? Aphrodite?"

He tilted his head and pecked the soft tip of her nose, his hand in the hem of her clothes having reached the top.

"I told you not to enter the bedroom!"

Afro, who had completely sobered up, pressed down the big hand that was making trouble on her chest, and her little feet under the quilt kept kicking Harry's legs.

"How could Afro have the heart to let a wounded person like me sleep in a cold bed?"

Afro was not fooled. Harry had deceived her many times by pretending to be pitiful, and the result was unpredictable!

"Be patient!"

She turned around suddenly and took away all the quilts, determined to get Harry away from here.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Harry sneezed a little.

Afro felt distressed, and then she thought that it might be Harry's trick, and she would be in trouble again!

She pretended not to hear.

Harry saw that even the self-torture trick couldn't make Aphrodite turn around. He looked at Aphrodite's back and reached out his hand to stroke her hair from time to time.

"Aphrodite, I was wrong."

"I'm not an Auror anymore! Just stop ignoring me, okay?"

Hearing Harry's words about giving up being an Auror, Afro sighed in her heart. She turned around and covered Harry with the quilt.

The small hand groped for Harry's hand, being careful to avoid his wound.

"I'm not angry about this. Being an Auror is your dream, so why not do it?"

The other empty hand stroked Harry's cheek, which was not smooth and had a tiny scar that was left at some unknown time.

"I just hope you won't hide it from me and endure the pain alone."

Harry took Afro's hand from his face, brought it to his mouth and kissed it.

"I'm afraid you're worried."

"But if you hide it from me, it will make me more worried."

Harry put his arms around Afro's waist and locked her tightly against his chest.

"I was wrong. I'll tell you next time, okay? Baby."

"Next time don't hide it from me and handle it alone!"

"Harry, we are partners, and from now on we will be a family..."

"I know, baby. I'll change, trust me."

Harry bent down slightly and buried his face in Afro's neck. The hot air of his breath swept over her skin, and Afro unconsciously shrank her shoulders.

"Good night, my love."

Afro kissed Harry gently on the forehead and tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

However, the slightly calloused fingertips brushed across her skin, leaving her with shivers.

The cool tip of his nose rubbed her cheek affectionately, and a hot kiss followed.

From the forehead, to the eyes, to the tip of the nose, and finally stayed on her lips for a moment.

The gentle kiss gradually turned into the entanglement of lips and teeth, the tip of the tongue pushed open her teeth and gradually went deeper. It took a long time before he let her go. In the dark night, Afro could still see the deep desire in Harry's eyes.

"Harry, no, your wound..."

"OK--"

"I don't need my arms, and Afu can be the main force."

As soon as the words fell, the black dress was thrown to the ground by a big hand.