[HP] Bond

Harry is very strange, he will dream of Malfoy.

In the robe shop, the boy with the soft nasal cavity was delicate and cute, and he insisted on pretending to be arrogant, like a little peacock proudly showing off its beautiful tail feathers.

He looked around, consciously aware that he was dreaming, so he gathered around unhurriedly, looked at the uneasy and faintly yearning self, and looked at him pretending not to care, but curiously looking at him from the corner of his eye The young master suddenly found it very interesting.

What he had thought to be insolent teasing and showing off now looked like a childish way of attracting attention from a young child.

The reversal was so great that he woke up with a happy smile on his lips.

Finding out that his former rival had such a silly black history, he felt that he had mastered some little secret that no one knew, and he couldn't help but chuckle at it.

If my relationship with Malfoy had been any better, I would have teased him about this.

Harry thought regretfully as he straightened his robes.

Everyone thought that he should extremely hate the Slytherin who opposed him. After the war, when the Malfoy family was losing ground and his reputation was already in full swing, people often praised him for being able to treat Slytherin fairly. It seemed that it was so rare that he didn't take the opportunity to make things difficult.

But he never thought about it that way. After those days when he was stable enough to argue and fight with others are gone, his impression of Malfoy will always stay on that day on the Astronomy Tower, the man who almost collapsed and had to force The boy who kept going.

In the howling wind, the pained, distorted and helpless expression was so similar to him hiding in the dark—they obviously had completely different lives, but in the end they were both forced to retreat by fate, and no one could escape.

After arriving at the office, Harry brushed his somewhat messy black hair, sighed inexplicably, and threw himself into the large chair behind the desk.

The war has been over for five or six years. After the initial chaos and clean-up, the magic world is now calm, making the work of the Auror Command extremely leisurely.

He has been tense all the time, a soldier who is busy on the front line of the battle, and has happily degenerated into the state of drinking tea and reading newspapers to retire early.

Maybe Gryffindor is still lurking in his bones and wants to take risks. Before he rests enough, he should enjoy the hard-won peace and——

"boom!!!"

The door was roughly pushed open and bounced against the wall, making a loud noise that shook the sky.

Well, he had to take that back.

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As an absolutely neutral party, it is rare for St. Mungo to have any troubles.

When Harry rushed to the scene in a hurry, the dispute had subsided. He glanced over the chaotic crowd, and his eyes fell directly on the corner, fixed on the blond young man with indifferent eyes.

Draco looked a bit embarrassed, his wet hair was dripping down, and his white shirt was also wet a lot.

His expression was so quiet that he was numb. When several wizards apologized to him, he slightly pursed the corners of his lips, and said lightly, "Excuse me, I have to find..."

Someone handed him the wand that he dropped just now, and he wanted to take it, but when he looked up, he saw the familiar face, and retracted his outstretched hand like an electric shock.

Harry held the wand up, looking a little embarrassed, especially when the other man folded his arms and stepped back, pale as well.

Do I look like an asshole for revenge?

He began to doubt his image, whether he was really as great and selfless as the public boasted.

"Your wand, Malfoy." Harry shrugged casually, trying to look as relaxed as possible, "Um, I'm sorry to put you in this—"

Although he didn't feel that he should be responsible for the drastic actions of an Auror who has been retired for many years because of post-traumatic stress disorder, but seeing the fragility and embarrassment looming in the eyes of the person in front of him, he suddenly remembered the dream he had dreamed last night. The immature and flamboyant smiling face.

Harry found that he actually didn't like to see Master Malfoy, who had complained countless times when he was young, and he couldn't be proud anymore.

A young Auror who was following Harry stood up, with obvious unfriendly eyes, took the wand and stuffed it back into Draco's hand, muttering angrily, "Pretending to be..."

"York—" Harry frowned, and when Draco's hand was pulled away, he saw the obvious hideous mark under the sleeve that became translucent due to being wet.

This is the cause of today's chaos.

He froze for a moment, and the old man next door who had just been appeased pointed in their direction and screamed again, and several family members who were still apologizing immediately surrounded him, and York, who felt that he had caused trouble, scratched his head in embarrassment, vaguely He said sorry indistinctly, and followed him to help.

They were thrown aside, one hesitated to speak, embarrassed and at a loss, while the other turned pale and flinched away.

The action was faster than thinking, and before more people were attracted, Harry quickly took off the dark green wizard robe, wrapping the slightly trembling youth completely.

"Don't be afraid—"

Before he could greet his companions, Harry hugged him and Apparated away from St. Mungo's.