May the world be kind to you

"May you be treated kindly by the world, and may all your dreams come true." -Harry Potter

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Harry was standing in the luxurious living room glaring at some blond jerk.

He couldn't believe that Draco dragged him to the manor without consulting him and without his consent without any mental and material preparations.

And it wasn't in the garden, it was pulled directly into the living room, completely eliminating all possibility of him leaving.

"Malfoy, is that why you don't like me?" Harry growled, "Is it interesting to tease me like this?!"

Draco was not very happy when he was stared at: "Why is it a tease to take you home? Weasley invited you to his house because he didn't like you? Would you be so reluctant to go to their house?"

Harry gasped: "Can this be the same?!"

"What's the difference? Aren't they all visiting friends' houses?" Draco drew his tone: "Of course, in Saint Potter's mind, how can I be considered a 'friend'? At most, I'm just a 'dead enemy'."

"you……"

"Harry, I'm so glad that you can come to the manor as a guest." Narcissa's elegant figure appeared in the living room and stopped the meaningless bickering between the two in time. She gave her son a nonchalant glance, walked up to Harry and held out her hand to him : "May I call you that, Harry?"

"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry touched her fingertips lightly and awkwardly. "My pleasure."

Narcissa saw his strangeness and nervousness in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, she just led him to sit on the sofa, and pushed the prepared fruit plate in front of him.Harry murmured thank you but did nothing.Narcissa didn't care, she just smiled and looked at her son with a trace of condemnation in her eyes:

"Xiaolong, how about your hospitality? Huh?"

"Mom, you don't know." Draco sat down with his mother after hugging and kissing, and complained aggrievedly: "Just now he scolded and stared at me, if you come later, I might still be beaten... ..."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is he... acting like a baby?Has he always used this method to achieve his goals?So, is it time to turn "my dad" into "my mom"? ...And his purpose today is to sue himself in front of his mother, and then watch himself being kicked out of the manor?Doesn't he bother?Just a simple "don't bother me" will definitely keep him at a respectful distance.

"Impossible." Narcissa probably saw too many ways of her son, so she didn't buy it: "Harry is not such a person, I think it should be the other way around."

"It's not fair!" Draco was shocked and hurt by his mother's answer: "Mom, you can't assume that I am the one who is wrong just based on the impression you have seen him a few times."

"Does that mean I wronged you?" Narcissa said with a half-smile, "Let me think about what Dora said that day."

"Mom!" The protest this time was genuine: "She just doesn't like me!!"

"I believe we will come to a fair conclusion about this soon." Narcissa turned to Harry very naturally: "My dear, your testimony is very important now."

"I?!"

Harry had watched the interaction between the mother and the son interestingly, but he never expected that the topic would suddenly involve himself, and he was immediately dumbfounded.Before he could find a proper reason to decline, Draco yelled:

"He can't! He and Tonks are all the way!!"

Can you say no?There was a flash of treachery in Harry's eyes, and then he looked at Narcissa with a look of embarrassment:

"Mrs. Malfoy, I... don't know what to say. Because Malfoy... er, I mean, Draco, he is not in the same house as me after all. You know, the evaluation between houses is... "

"It doesn't matter," Narcissa nodded understandingly: "Just tell me what he did in school, and I will judge myself." Pick up a piece of fruit with a fruit fork and hand it in front of him: "Don't worry, take it easy Slow down, the more detailed the better."

Harry subconsciously took it, and after seeing Draco's resentful expression, he ate with great deliberation and joy while telling the bits and pieces of his memory with Draco as someone else's story.

Without even realizing it, all the tension disappeared without a trace.

Draco was on the sidelines with all kinds of cynicism, arguing with Harry whether a certain detail was missing or wrong, arguing with his mother about good and evil, right and wrong; Narcissa listened with a smile, and made a few soft comments from time to time Always made Harry smile or Draco was speechless.

Harry's lilting speech gradually slowed down, and then went completely still.

I always thought that all families would always be noisy like Molly was to Ron and the others. Only today did I realize that the relationship between mother and child can still be so warm.

Harry stared at the Malfoy mother and child who were completely different from what he had imagined, but he didn't realize that his eyes were full of admiration and his smile was gentle.

If mother is still there, what kind of way will she get along with herself?

Narcissa didn't seem to notice the abnormality in Harry's expression, and looked at him with slight sadness in her expression: "The more I listen to you, the more worried I become. Harry, please tell me the truth, is it except for Pansy and the others? , Xiaolong doesn't have any friends in other houses - especially Gryffindor?"

"How come, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry chuckled, his eyes still a bit confused: "I am his friend."

Mom will also be like her, caring about everything about herself, worrying that she has no friends.

"In that case, Harry, can you also call me Aunt Sissy like Xiaolong's other friends?"

The green eyes are instantly clear.Under Narcissa's expectant gaze, Harry couldn't say any words of rejection.

"... Aunt Sissy."

"Then, let's do it again." Said Narcissa and stood up.

Harry didn't know, so he stood up too, and saw her open her arms to him:

"Harry, I'm glad you're here."

Harry froze instantly and couldn't move.He subconsciously looked at Draco, but Draco turned his gaze away, making it clear that he didn't intend to interfere.

Narcissa stared at him tenderly, without urging him, and without any impatience, she just stood there quietly, waiting with her hands open.

It took an unknown amount of time before Harry finally made a move. He took a step closer to Narcissa, gently wrapped his hands around her back, and felt a pair of soft hands hugging him.

He suddenly remembered the Forbidden Forest on the night of the war. It was these hands that touched his face, confirmed his heartbeat, and won him a chance to survive.At this moment, these same warm hands are gently patting himself, once, again.

This is probably how my mother feels.

His eyes became sore and swollen uncontrollably: "Aunt Sissy..."

The arms on his body tightened tightly, allowing his face to be completely buried in her shoulders to block the tear that was already welling up in his eyes, and it also allowed him to finally vent the pain that he had nowhere to say without worrying about anyone. Tiredness, and the loneliness that has been hidden deep in my heart for many years.

It seemed that some hot liquid rolled down his neck and disappeared along the ends of his hair, but the temperature hit his heart forever.

Draco's hands clenched into fists out of sight.

He silently watched the figure in his mother's arms who always carried everything alone, who had experienced all kinds of ordeals since childhood but was still tough, watched him tremble from silently to slowly ease until completely calm.

Then, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, I haven't been hugged by you for so long!" Draco pretended to be dissatisfied with strong jealousy in his voice: "Congratulations, you have successfully aroused my jealousy."

Only then did Harry realize what he had just done, and his face blushed and he froze and didn't dare to move.

Narcissa gently kissed him on the forehead: "The manor has been completely renovated, let Xiaolong show you around, huh?"

"Does he have no feet?" Draco was even more dissatisfied when he heard the words, "I'm not a child anymore and I'll 'bring' them!"

Narcissa glanced at her son meaningfully, then turned to Harry: "Harry, if I remember correctly, your birthday is at the end of July?"

Harry didn't understand why the topic jumped to his own birthday, but Draco understood his mother's intentions, and immediately changed his face and wanted to stop it.Narcissa ignored it at all, and only waited intently for Harry's answer.

"Yes, Aunt Sissy," Harry replied obediently, and after thinking for a while, he added, "I became an adult last year."

"Then dear little dragon," Narcissa looked at her son again, her tone was quite gentle: "Please tell me, what are the nine rules of Malfoy's family rules No. 20?"

Draco's face was full of reluctance, and he hesitated for a moment before replying bluntly: "Brothers and sisters must be caring and humble to protect siblings."

"What will happen if you violate it?" Narcissa chased after her.

"..." Draco remained silent for a longer time this time: "Write the house rules completely by heart a hundred times."

"I'm glad you can remember so clearly, dear." Narcissa nodded with satisfaction.

Harry blinked.Suddenly, an uncontrollable joyful smile arose in my heart, which rapidly expanded in my chest and then overflowed.He glanced at Draco maliciously:

"It seems that I can only work hard on you, Draco 'brother'!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Stop dawdling," said Harry, turning a deaf ear. "Fulfill your duty of care, 'brother.'"

"I'm not your brother!!"

"You are older than me."

"I'm only two months older than you! Isn't it shameful to pretend to be good, Potter!!"

"A big day is a big one. Or...you call me brother, and I will let you ask, how about it?"

"Go dream!!"

"Then stop talking nonsense and show me around quickly! 'Brother'!!"

"Don't call me that, don't you understand?!"

"Brother, brother, brother..."

"...Damn Scarhead!!"

"Wait, I need some fruit before I go. Give me that green apple."

"Don't think about it! That's the last one, don't expect me to give it to you!"

"What happens if you break the house rules, have you forgotten?"

"Even if you have to silently write it a thousand times, I won't let you!!"

"Aunt Sissy—"

"..."

Harry laughed wildly and silently.

It is very satisfying to see this proud young master deflated in his own manor.

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The dinner at Malfoy Manor was absolutely luxurious and exquisite, and at the same time, it was even richer because of the arrival of the guests.

Harry was a little too comfortable for the average person dining for the first time in a pure-blood family with a lot of etiquette.

Narcissa is undoubtedly the master of the topic at the dinner table.Under her conscious or unintentional guidance, the atmosphere of the dinner is relaxed and pleasant. At the same time, she does not forget to take into account the needs of customers. She will always add new food to Harry's empty plate at the most appropriate time, without appearing Deliberately will not feel abrupt.

Lucius was very happy that Harry appeared in the manor, but he did not mention any serious topics in a very measured manner, and only cooperated with his wife to add a few concise and incisive finishing touches from time to time, fully showing the The elegance and decorum of the Malfoy master.

This allowed Harry to completely put aside all the embarrassment, and even continued the confrontation game that he hadn't enjoyed before. Looking at the indignation clearly written on someone's face, he found that he had been protecting him all along. After my parents were completely partial to "outsiders", they could only swallow all the accusations and refutations, and the undisguised jealousy in the gray eyes of being separated from others because of their parents' love.

Harry smirked gloatingly, took someone's outrage as an appetizer without the slightest sympathy, and enjoyed his dinner contentedly and joyfully.

Draco was visibly unhappy.The young master, who was pampered and spoiled since he was a child, probably never suffered this kind of anger from birth. Taking advantage of his parents' attention not on him, he took the red wine as a dinner in a fit of anger, and drank it gulp after gulp.

So, when the dinner was drawing to a close and the Malfoys were finally willing to give some attention to their son, what they saw was a Draco with flushed cheeks and misty eyes, who seemed to be too drunk and delirious.

Lucius stared at his unaware son with a bit of resentment.

It's just that he didn't pay attention to him, he just wrote all the emotions on his face indiscriminately, and he was afraid that Potter wouldn't know it and looked drunk!Are you and Sissy spoiling him?Fortunately, I still plan to praise him for his safe and efficient work.What a shame to Malfoy! !

"You can still get drunk even when there are guests," Lucius finally decided to save face for his son, not explaining why he was drunk: "What a shame!!"

Harry finally felt a bit of guilt at this moment: "I'm sorry, Aunt Sissy, I joked too much." This guy has never been able to bear the slightest grievance, so why did he get so carried away that he lost his sense of proportion.

"It's not your fault, honey, don't take it to heart." Of course, Narcissa would not let Harry blame himself: "It's rare for him to be so happy today."

"..."

Anyone can easily see that Draco's expression is definitely not happy, and Narcissa can still tell the lie that he is "happy" to comfort himself, which makes Harry feel even more guilty, so he ignores the Malfoy couple She declined, and insisted on sending the person back to the room to settle down before leaving.

Then he grabbed Draco's arm around his neck with one hand, put his arms around his waist from behind with the other hand and lifted him up, followed the Malfoy couple to send him back to the bedroom and put him on the bed, put down the hand on his neck, and got up ——

He can't get up!

The drunken man seems to have degenerated into a child with his consciousness, holding his hand like a toy that accompanied him to sleep every night.

Harry tentatively pulled his hand away.

Draco immediately frowned in dissatisfaction, muttered a few indistinct complaints, moved closer to Harry, hugged his arms tighter, and rubbed his head on it to find the most comfortable position , and finally buried his face in his palm, and settled down contentedly.

Lucius turned pale.

The smile on Narcissa's face couldn't hold back, her eyes were full of complexity.

I don't know if he will give himself an Avada after waking up.

Harry was extremely curious about this, and he didn't forget to smooth things over for him: "Aunt Sissy, Mr. Malfoy, or, let me take care of him tonight?"

What else can we do? !

Lucius barely restrained his anger, nodded his thanks to Harry, and grunted at his unconscious son before walking out of the room. He secretly decided that no matter how Sissy tried to stop him, he would be punished for copying the house rules until he could write every letter. It's all carved into the bones!

Narcissa carefully explained the details of life in the manor to Harry so that he could live a relaxed and comfortable life, and repeatedly emphasized not to work hard to take care of Draco. Seeing that he agreed one by one, she casually left a sentence:

"If he's still like this later," she pointed to Harry's hand that had lost his freedom, "just give him a Binding Curse or a Petrification Curse, and the elf knows what to do with it."

Harry stifled a smile and nodded in agreement, saying goodnight to Narcissa and getting a tender hug and a kiss on the forehead.After he watched her close the door and leave, the room was finally quiet, and he was finally able to give his full attention to Draco.

The blond-haired young man had obviously fallen asleep, and the strength of his arms was relaxed a lot, his breathing was steady and regular, and the warm breath sprayed on his palms one after another.

Feeling itchy, Harry clenched his fist slightly, and carefully moved his hand out of his arms.

He never knew Draco could be so childish and cute when he was drunk.If I saw him like this at the beginning of our acquaintance, I probably wouldn't have the heart to refuse his hand, and their current relationship might be more harmonious.

Harry curled his lips mockingly.Being able to shake hands with Draco and get along like ordinary friends is already the best state between them, and he doesn't want to return to the previous hostility for any reason.

Draco shuddered and fell asleep quickly.

Only then did Harry realize that his face seemed to be a little redder than before, belatedly remembering that he should first untie the clothes that bound him to make him more comfortable, so he took off his shoes and socks and loosened his tie while murmuring He muttered to himself, "If only you were always this good."The coat was difficult to handle because the person was lying down. Harry called him twice but did not move, so he had to pull him up vigorously, holding his back with one hand and taking off the coat as quickly as possible with the other hand.

As soon as Draco's hands were freed from the sleeves, he fell unsteadily—towards Harry, throwing him on the bed as well.

Drunk people are indeed not so easy to take care of.Harry sighed helplessly.Draco's body pressed one of his arms, and his arm pressed his chest, and he was equivalent to being imprisoned by him.

Harry moved his pinned hand and found it difficult to pull it out, so he had to use his free hand to gently push the arm pressed across his chest, trying to free himself without waking him up.

After finding that he couldn't push it, he put in a little more effort.

Then add a little more strength.

Hard.

Try harder...

The arm finally changed position, but instead of being pushed aside, it rested against Harry's shoulders in a locked position, just enough for the owner of the arm to prop up his upper body slightly while ensuring that Harry couldn't escape. .

Harry raised his head in astonishment, and caught off guard the face hovering close to the bridge of his nose. His eyes, which had been closed all the time, opened at some point, staring straight at him, with a heart in his eyes. It's frighteningly bright.

"Draco," Harry swallowed, trying to calm his frightened heart: "Are you awake?"

Draco pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to look elsewhere through him.

Harry subconsciously stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, without blinking his gray eyes; he tried to push his shoulder again, but he made a sensitive movement that was extremely difficult for a drunk person. , and quickly and precisely pressed it firmly to the side.

"...can you let me go first?" Drunk people can't make any sense, Harry can only coax: "I'll help you..."

"I like you."

A confession that flew from outside made Harry completely forget what he was going to say, but what came to his heart immediately was not ecstasy but shock: Is he drunk to the point of alcoholism?

"Draco," Harry tensed his muscles cautiously, intending to call for help immediately if he found something abnormal: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Draco didn't seem to hear Harry's question at all, maintaining the same expression and the same tone, continuing the same topic on his own:

"I have liked you for seven whole years, since the first year on the Hogwarts Express."

He spoke clearly and orderly, and his eyes were so clear that no trace of drunkenness could be seen. If it weren't for his unusually red cheeks and the heavy alcohol smell in his breath, people would think that he was not drunk at all.

Well, it seems that he was worrying too much, he probably thought of himself as someone else before he said that sentence.Harry relaxed, faux-curious about who he had in mind, refusing to admit that he was actually a little jealous and a little frustrated:

"Do...do you know who I am?" Maybe he thought he was the black-haired girl who let him lie on his lap on the Hogwarts Express.

Draco remained deaf:

"But you never took me seriously, hated and disliked me because of your friends, hated and hated me because of your beliefs, and even made me despair for a while, thinking that there was no possibility between us."

It was supposed to be an aggrieved and angry accusation, but because of drunkenness, someone spoke in a straight-forward manner with a calm expression and a rigid tone, recited these words as if they had the effect of reciting the family rules.

"Do you know how happy I am to shake hands with you? Do you know how much courage and determination I mustered up to take you back to the manor at the risk of becoming your enemy again? Fortunately, you finally stayed down."

Draco lowered his head slowly and got close to Harry, so close that he could clearly feel how his breath brushed against his lips nervously and quickly, so close that there was only a thin line between the lips:

"So, you'd better be mentally prepared: Once you enter the manor, you will be mine. Even if you're unhappy, I won't let you go." The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was as soft as a whisper: "Do you hear me clearly? Special? In this life, I will never let go. "

After speaking, his head tilted, his lips brushed Harry's face, and he fell down again.

Harry's heart was beating violently.If it weren't for the scorching heat that still remained on his face, he would have thought that the person who was so drunk that he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality was actually himself.

The breathing by the ear became steady again, announcing the fact that the master was asleep again.

The act of running away after confessing his confession was obviously ridiculous, but Harry felt like crying; the suppressing force on his body had disappeared, but Harry didn't want to disturb him any more, letting his arm under him become numb to the point of losing consciousness , let his arms across his chest reveal a bit of protection in the intimacy.

It was really nice to be by his side like this.

Harry turned his head slightly to look at the magnified peaceful sleeping face in front of him, a gentleness slowly bloomed.He cautiously moved a little closer to Draco, and whispered to the sleeping man quietly:

"Listen, Draco."

"I'm sorry for making you so sad. It will never happen again."

"I like you too."

He thought he would be tossing and turning and having difficulty falling asleep as usual, but unexpectedly, the sleepiness surged in unexpectedly and overwhelmed him unexpectedly.

Half asleep, he seemed to see a smile on Draco's lips.Did he hear his own answer?So he closed his eyes with peace of mind and let his consciousness be completely withdrawn.

In the darkness, a piece of warm feather gently fell on his lips, dispelling all the chaos, and surrounding himself tightly with tranquility.

Harry chuckled contentedly.

Then, a good night's sleep.