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Graduated from there. Draco finally laughed, "If I get sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I'll drop out, what do you think?"

"Of course you are," Harry said, "you're an arrogant little bastard."

Draco nodded:

"Yeah, I have to admit it."

Ron chimed in:

"Gryffindor is the best."

Draco let out a meaningless snort and returned Ron's standard smirk before he and Blaise finally walked into the cubicle, pushing Ron aside forcefully and sitting down next to Harry himself.

"Fuck you, Malfoy," Ron said.

"Merlin bless you, Weasley," Draco said solemnly, leaning contentedly against Harry, lounging in the sun streaming in through the car window, and besides, he could smell Potter.

"Potter, when will it rain?" he asked suddenly.

"Then you'll have to ask God," Harry replied.

Draco smiled and closed his eyes, the train was passing through a forest, the sun was dappled through the leaves and branches, hitting his eyelids too.He clung to his Potter, suddenly less eager for rain.

This temperature is just right.

☆, Extra Story ([-])

After graduation, they returned to Grimmauld Place together and slept in a guest room.Sex and sleep day and night, wasting and wasting a lot of time, and even sent Griffin to the Weasley's house, everything was in the dark.Until Blaise's visit with menthol cigarettes broke the cycle of depravity.

"Come on, try it, Potter," he said, "it'll help you stay sane... Seriously, you can't go on like this, Granger told me you haven't been around for a long time."

Harry didn't smoke, he'd only seen Uncle Vernon once in their garden, interrupted mercilessly by Aunt Petunia.

"You're tempting me...you're an evil Slytherin - I've never tried that..."

"Oh come on! Come on, try it, goddamn Gryffindor." Blaise rolled his eyes and cut him off, before he popped one out of the pack and shoved it into Harry's hand.

Soon the living room in Grimmauld Place was smoky with cigarette butts everywhere.

Blaise hadn't lied to him, the menthol had a strong staying power to keep him awake, and the cold taste could linger in his throat and chest for a long time. Harry tried and failed to exhale a smoke ring, and was annoyed to find that Draco had managed it.

"Fuck you! Malfoy," he said dryly.

The June sunlight squeezed into the living room, and even the tiny particles in the air were now clearly visible.

"You're so stupid, Potter." Draco smirked.

"Brilliant," Blaise agreed, and he let out a small smoke ring, "with your tongue—"

"Oh shut up, you two, I don't care about this!"

Harry really didn't think it was interesting, he grabbed his wand and waved it to make the still burning cigarette butt disappear, then he dug out a piece of chocolate frog from the locker and threw it into his mouth with satisfaction, "Yes, that's right ..." he muttered, laying back on the bench, closing his eyes and refusing to meet the eyes of either Blaise or Draco.

"Do you think this is their Gryffindor-style eviction order?" Blaise asked, and he deliberately blew another puff of smoke in Harry's direction, delighted to see that they made Harry cough suddenly.

"Maybe," Draco said, nudging his friend with an elbow, looking displeased. "If you're going to stay here, stop doing it, Blaise."

"Okay." Blaise shrugged and stubbed out his cigarette.

Of course, Harry had always been well aware that Blaise would not be the only visitor to Grimmauld Place.At the same time, he knew that he still had a difficulty to break through.Yes, shortly after Blaise's visit, the Malfoys also ended their probationary period, and Harry unfortunately didn't wait for Draco to take him to the manor, but passively confronted one of his old acquaintances directly - Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy —His lover's father.

Harry was sitting astride Draco's lap with a small piece of apple in his mouth, undecided whether to eat it himself or feed it to Draco when the man with the pointed jaw stepped into the hallway from the fireplace.And it happened so fast that he didn't have time to react - the air froze at the first thud of Lucius' heel hitting the ground.

Harry jerked his head up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and fell off Draco's lap in a very inelegant way, "I thought you'd take me to the manor to visit your parents later ! Draco!" he said through gritted teeth in a low voice.

"What an impressive meeting, Mr. Potter." Lucius began, the older Slytherin barely maintaining his manners, he wasn't quite haggard, but he wasn't as haughty and impressive as Harry remembered. Disgusted, he clutched his snake-headed cane tightly in his right hand while his left tapped regularly on it, "Hope my uninvited presence didn't disturb anything."

"Father." Draco did not forget to pull Harry up from the carpet, and he greeted Lucius calmly, without any sign of embarrassment, "You came just in time."

Just right? Harry finally swallowed the last piece of apple at this moment, and finally he decided to eat it himself, "Mal..." He couldn't help but pause, "Mr. Malfoy."

Hell, think, say something! Alarm bells were ringing in Harry's mind, he could feel the commotion among the portraits in the hallway, even Mrs Black was quiet, they were scrambling to get to the front so that they could see the expressions of Lucius Malfoy and Harry Potter clearly.

"Where's Mother?" Draco asked as he gently pulled a chair from the long table and ushered Lucius towards it.

"There are still some handover matters in the manor that require your mother to come forward in person. In addition..." Lucius silently glanced at Harry who was at a loss beside him. In Harry's view, this was extremely threatening, and he continued, "I believe you have Guess the purpose of my trip, Harry Potter."

"Uh—sorry, what?"

"I think we owe you a thank you, Mr. Potter. Given that we haven't had the chance to meet formally—" Lucius said deadpan, sitting quietly in the armchair Draco had pulled out for him, holding his cane Putting it aside, and Harry couldn't help but follow the past, he couldn't believe that this man really couldn't cast a spell on him, theoretically.And he could bet two chocolate frogs that Lucius definitely rolled his eyes when he looked down.

"Oh no, you don't actually need to..."

"Malfoy is never stingy, let alone a well-deserved thank you, Harry Potter." Lucius said, "Given your generous help to the Malfoy family...that is not an ordinary testimony, I am sure Draco will definitely mention it to you." Been there, Potter... sir."

It took Harry a few seconds to get his brain going after Lucius finished his statement, and Draco looked like he was on the verge of losing control of his expression - was he serious?in this case?He knew Draco was because of his blank expression, but, it was Lucius!

"Okay, okay. If you must..." he said meaninglessly, his voice getting quieter, and Harry ripped his hair, out of habit. Draco grimaced, and smoothed them out with his hand, out of habit.And all of this was seen by Lucius.

"Obviously," the corners of Lucius' mouth moved, and he frowned slightly, as if considering his words, "Obviously...Draco, you have a new relationship with Mr. Potter—"

"As you can see," Draco bowed, "I'm sure Uncle Severus must have explained it to you..."

"—that's true," Lucius said quietly, looking back and forth between the two of them, "Draco."

Harry looked around, feeling that he was using his life to explain what it means to be at a loss, "Mr. Malfoy..." He felt his hands trembling uncontrollably, and his brain seemed to have been cast with a confusion spell of failure, "I think I can explain--"

"It's okay, Potter." Draco interrupted him, and he took a step forward, pulling Harry behind him, actually saying to Lucius, "I think Father will understand."

Not all was safe and he believed he was starting to miss the Grimmauld Place where it was just him and Draco a few minutes ago.And obviously he's at the center of the eyes of the two Malfoys, the two Slytherins now, and Harry can feel that Draco is tense, no doubt because the hand he's holding on to him is terribly cold, and he's really I understood Draco's bravado and toughness.

But he always had a way, Harry told himself, Malfoy was a typical Slytherin.

"Okay," it was Lucius who backed off first, much to the surprise of both Harry and Draco, "but I'm entitled to a reason," he said.

Harry noticed Draco's lips tighten, and he knew it was time to say something, which was exactly what Lucius wanted, and what he was always good at - getting Harry Potter to talk.

"He's everything to me," Harry said, taking a step forward as well, actually he was a little afraid of this man, nothing else but because he was Draco Malfoy's father.

Draco pursed his lips and looked at him without moving.

One of Lucius' eyebrows twitched, his gaze still sharp, but only at Harry, ignoring Draco entirely.

"Go on," he said simply.

"He's everything to me," Harry repeated, forcing himself to keep eye contact with Lucius, when Draco took his hand again and rubbed his palm lightly, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I think, It was the spirit who guided me to meet Draco, even though our previous relationship wasn't all that pleasant—"

The blond man nodded, Harry tried his best to relax himself a bit, he took a deep breath, and continued: "We've been through a lot together, we have a lot in common—you know, those things, I don't know Those who are willing to recall, I believe those bullshit newspapers have almost covered it..."

"About the Dark Lord," Lucius said, also looking a bit difficult.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

Draco's brows were furrowed. "Actually you never mentioned to me what happened that day." He said suddenly, "You ended up going to the Forbidden Forest yourself to meet the Dark Lord."

"What?" Lucius asked a little confused.

"Voldemort asked me to meet him in the Forbidden Forest alone if I wanted my friends to live," Harry said.

"You went to meet the Dark Lord just like that?" Draco asked angrily, ignoring his father's frozen face when he heard the man's name, "Alone! Just because of his bullshit threat?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes, adjusted his sitting position, and watched them quietly.

"And you told us you were going to Dumbledore's office, looking for a damn Pensieve! Not—"

"I apologize for that, Draco, I lied, I went to see Voldemort. But remember when everyone panicked? I had to—"

"Aren't you worried that you're really going to die?" Draco let go of his hand and took a step closer to Harry. He demanded, "Just because you're the Boy Who Lived? Savior?"

"Death is not accidental," Harry replied, turning to face Draco, his tone flat, "but inevitable. At that time I thought I was going to die, and I chose to take it easy."

"Yeah, and I was lucky enough to survive again." He snorted, then continued, "One of two, 'The Boy Who Lived', again."

"Haven't you thought about running for your life?"

"Where to?" Harry asked back, "I have nowhere to go. I can't risk any of you, I'm the center of this war."

"You're a bastard! Potter! You should tell us - at least one of us..."

"Yes, Mione and Ron have taught me a lesson," Harry said dryly, "I should learn not to lie to you, and take on something together."

"You are!" Draco growled.

Draco was pacing around the room, looking restless, like a stray cat, his thoughts completely disorganized and, Harry knew, he was furious.

"Oh, Potter." After a long time, he said something.

"...Potter." Draco said again, without further words.

On the other hand, Lucius had already started twirling his cane with his forefinger and thumb, and he seemed to understand that it was not his time to say anything.

Harry thought it was time to end this weird subject, now that Tom Riddle was completely out of his life.

"You know, there's been a lot going on during this time, it's complicated." Harry turned to Lucius again, breaking away from a sticky argument with Draco (maybe it was more like Draco's one-sided tantrum) that he needed to reverse The situation, "I am willing to give my life to protect Draco Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Merlin knows how seriously I take this relationship with Draco..."

"We're all flawed. Until the war is over, I don't have time to think about anything but do, everything. I don't know who I'm going to lose in the next second, or in this very second, and my nerves are almost always Tight, I'm afraid of losing anyone. You may not believe it, and that includes you, not only because you are Draco's most admired father, but also because you are also an important part of a family. No one wants to lose a loved one. I don't want to Seeing more families like me...you know. I can only make good use of everything around me to get closer to my goal of killing Voldemort, by any means." Getting no response, Harry continued, all the words in his Tongue rolling, "After the war, I met Draco one night, I think that was not the beginning of everything, but an end, the end of our broken lives before. That's right..."

"...he saved me."

"He saved me."

Lucius seemed lost in thought because of the words Draco and Harry said at the same time, his hands were folded in front of his face, Harry could still feel the cold light coming from those same eyes as Draco's, but they were much friendlier .And he also speculated from this that even if Lucius was really patiently listening to him——Harry Potter's long speech, maybe he could temporarily trust this man, at least for now, he really wouldn't cast a spell on himself.

At this moment Lucius cleared his throat, Harry suddenly missed the man's sneer at him, at least it wouldn't embarrass him so much, he could choose to return his sneer instead of waiting dryly like now, waiting for this The man's verdict on his new relationship with Draco, yes, so to speak, was only begging to Merlin that Mr. Malfoy wouldn't make a fuss over it.

"Mr. Potter," Lucius said, choosing a soft tone, "before, I couldn't believe I was having a peaceful conversation with you."

"Now it's over, you can choose what you want, Mr Malfoy."

"What do you mean?" Lucius' tone became more serious, and Harry became nervous again, "In a year's time, of course I know that wizarding society will change to some extent, but the psychological construction I have done does not include you and Draco's— He stood up suddenly, the chair rubbing against the ground made a screeching sound, and Lucius circled Draco and Harry, "This relationship."

"...Yes." Harry said vaguely.

"You are Harry Potter, the one who defeated the Dark Lord." Lucius looked offended by something, and Harry bet it was because he said that, "You also saved the Malfoy family..." He started in Harry's Pacing in front of him, as Draco had done just now, he was not so much negotiating with Harry as he was convincing himself, "My son, and - Potter..."

No one noticed how Narcissa had arrived in the hall, they were too engrossed in the tense situation before she spoke the first words.

"Am I missing something? Lucius? Draco?"

"—Oh Cissy!"

"Mother," Draco said, standing beside his mother.

"...Uh, Mrs. Malfoy?" This was the first time Harry saw Narcissa after the trial at the Ministry of Magic. She had returned to her decency and elegance, and she was completely different from the embarrassed woman in his last memory. In all fairness , the relationship between him and Narcissa was a bit strange, he couldn't forget the role this woman played in the end, if she hadn't risked her life to trick Voldemort into his fake death, there would be no subsequent victory.

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Narcissa said gently.

"I guess you can call me Harry if you want." He blurted out, probably because he subconsciously felt that Draco's mother was easier to talk to than his father, and Harry also noticed that Draco opened his mouth and looked at him in surprise.

"My pleasure, Harry." Narcissa really changed her words, she smiled at Harry, and then her eyes met Lucius's, "What are you talking about?"

"Cissy, you know, Potter and our Draco—"

"Sev also mentioned something about the children to me." Narcissa said, and Harry was miraculously relieved, his instinct told him that what happened next must be positive for himself and Draco, "They all grew up Growing up, Lucius, you've seen what Draco has done to the Malfoy estate this year, and he's no longer the kid we overprotect—"

"A Gryffindor!" Lucius pressed his fingers to his temples, "...one, one Potter!"

"I'm sure you'd agree with Draco staying here." Narcissa moved closer to Lucius, stroking his arm tenderly, they both knew what "staying here" meant.

Draco looked at his mother in shock, "You're not kidding," he said.

"Oh of course I'm not, Draco." Narcissa said softly, "One year is enough time for me to figure out a lot of things, son. Of course, when I first heard Sev mention it, I didn't have the same attitude as your father." So much difference, until I just heard what Harry said to Lucius, I really didn't believe it..."

Lucius abruptly stopped his seemingly endless pacing, and before Draco and Narcissa noticed, his cane shot a blinding red light at Draco beside Harry—

"Armor protection!"

"Father!"

"Lucius!" Narcissa and Draco exclaimed.

Harry maintained his position of standing in front of Draco, gasping for breath, he felt his heart jumping in his throat, he knew this man would cast a spell!but--

"How dare you do that?!" Harry yelled at Lucius, genuinely annoyed, "how dare you cast a spell on Draco?"

Lucius put away his cane without saying a word. Surprisingly, his expression was no longer as tangled and frozen as before. "An iron curse." He snorted coldly, "Don't think you can take me away so easily. Son, Potter!" he said, striding past Harry and the others instead of going through the fireplace, leaving directly through the main entrance.

After a long time, Harry found his tongue again:

"Oh, he just left... I thought you'd stay for lunch - Mrs. Malfoy?"

Narcissa couldn't help chuckling, "If you really know Lucius, you will understand what he just said." She said and walked towards the main entrance, "I will urge the house-elves to tidy up a new room , hope to see you at dinner, Draco - with Harry."

He was dizzy, he didn't know what Draco was like, but Harry felt like he really needed a double-strength tequila or whatever right now.

"Yes, yes," he stammered, "see you tonight, Mrs. Malfoy."

"See you tonight, Mom," Draco said equally dazedly.

Narcissa had also left, and Grimmauld Place had regained its original calm between the two of them, and Harry thought it was the longest morning of his life when he realized the back of his shirt was soaked.

"Wow."

Draco turned his head to look at Harry, "Do you think what just happened?" he asked, "Potter...that's my parents, Harry."

"I think I need a goddamn menthol," Harry said, actually running into the living room to rummage through it. "Draco! Where did you hide them?"

"You'll come with me to the manor for dinner, won't you?" Draco followed, leaning against the doorframe. "It's in the second cupboard to your left, first floor."

"Ha! Here!" Harry cheered, "What... oh sure, of course I'm going!"

"You know my dad didn't mean that, he didn't really mean to attack me."

"Hmm, I know." Harry mumbled, holding the cigarette in his mouth, and tried to light it with his wand.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Well, you know." He moved, moved closer to Harry, and put his hands on his chest, forcing him to lean against the window sill in the living room, "Does it hurt?" ask.

"what do you mean?"

"You have been cursed to death by the Dark Lord."

"It's Voldemort." Harry corrected, "I think I lost consciousness before I felt the pain."

"Oh." Draco took the cigarette from his mouth and pressed it out on the windowsill. He shook his head, then sighed, "... Potter, Potter."

Harry couldn't help but smile at Draco's actions, the window behind him was slightly open, and he could smell the warm June air, the same as Draco's—

"I'm sure we'll come to an agreement eventually, Draco. And Lucius, I know how much you care about him." He said softly, not loudly, but clearly.

"Yeah," Draco replied, and he hugged Harry, "You really know how to comfort people, don't you?"

"Only you, you're an asshole." Harry closed his eyes.

"Don't forget Griffin," Draco reminded suddenly.

"Oh, you're right, maybe we can pick him up at the Burrow later, and we'll go back to the Manor together."

"Just do it."