[HP] Bond

Compared with Harry, who was raised as a house-elf, Draco obviously knows a lot more about the joys of life.

He is actually a person with a strong sense of ritual. Although the situation has forced him to restrain himself over the years, after receiving someone's almost bottomless pampering, those tempers that were spoiled when he was young have slowly been cultivated back.

Not surprisingly, Harry found that as his lovers stayed over more and more frequently, his home changed more and more.

The green apples that always occupy a corner of the refrigerator, the flowers that change every day in the living room and dining room, the tableware used to match different foods in the kitchen, and the decorations that look gorgeous in their warm tones in their small house are actually in harmony .

There are also clothes that are crowded in their cloakrooms, and the styles of the two are completely different.

"You should prepare a bigger cloakroom, this one is really small—"

Draco quickly dismissed the tearful house elf, and hung up the washed and ironed clothes in the closet one by one, "It's getting colder and colder, don't we want to crowd our thick coats?" Is it flat?"

Harry leaned against the wall next to the closet, looking at him with a smile, "You can arrange things at home."

The movements of Draco's hands paused, and he continued to arrange his clothes, trying to make the smile on his face look reserved, but, um, you all know, it's too difficult.

"By the way, there's this—"

Harry looked like he just remembered, and took out a light gray-blue double-breasted trench coat from the large paper bag hanging beside him, "I saw it when I passed by a clothing store, and the styles and colors are quite suitable for you, er , just bought one by the way—"

Draco lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the windbreaker in his hand that he failed to buy last time, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

At this time, all the training he received for inheriting the Malfoy family played a key role, allowing him to maintain his superficial, at least the most basic, composure when the platinum villain in his heart covered his face and screamed in circles .

You can even calmly ask for the other person's opinion, "May I try it now?"

Those lake green eyes sparkled with joy and anticipation. Harry stared at him with a smile on his face, but his tone was very casual, "Just try it."

Draco was wearing a light-colored turtleneck sweater at this time, and it was convenient to try on the clothes. When he raised his hand, Harry stepped forward like a professional shop assistant, and put on the windbreaker for him very lightly.

"very nice."

Harry looked at it for a while, then gave a sincere admiration, and pressed Draco on the shoulder to turn him towards the full-length mirror.

In the mirror, the young man with platinum blonde complexion was reddish, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were smiling. The black-haired young man seemed to want to feel the touch of the windbreaker fabric, and slowly hugged him from behind, like Teddy hugging his fur. Plush toys, eyes also fell on the reflection of the two intimate.

"That's great." Harry rolled his eyes and sighed slightly and contentedly.

A heart seemed to be filled with something light and sweet, and with that sigh, it all melted into the sweetest honey, Draco leaned back relaxed, and was embraced even deeper. In his arms, when he turned his head slightly, he could clearly see the soft and gentle smile in those green eyes.

Yeah, that's great.

"I'm going to complain about the Daily Prophet." After a while, Harry rubbed his neck, took out a small delicate box from his pocket, and muttered a little aggrievedly, "They're too gossip, Ruin the surprise I prepared for you."

Buying a ring has to be in the news, but there is no one.

Seeing him carefully take out a pair of shiny golden rings from the box, Draco raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "Are you—proposing marriage?"

"Yes."

Harry kissed his cheek, held his hand and knelt down on one knee, raised the ring and asked softly, "Honey, will you stay with me forever?"

Draco looked at the casual home clothes on him, the open wardrobe doors around him, and many untidy and untidy piles of clothes, and smiled faintly with his lips pursed.

This scene was far from the marriage proposal he had quietly fantasized about. It was indeed not romantic enough or surprising enough. He had even seen the style of the ring in the newspaper in advance.

But it was Harry who was looking at him intently, promising him forever, waiting for his answer with anxious eyes.

"Okay." He agreed softly, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, and was so hasty that he didn't seem to be handing over his own life. Then he slowly raised his hand, and let the black-haired young man with a smirk unconsciously put it on for him carefully. Put on the ring.

"I've been picking for a long time, I don't know if you like it or not." Harry's hands were trembling slightly and uncontrollably, he tried so hard to hide his nervousness that he seemed a little verbose, "I ordered flowers, Your favorite roses, but can't wait for them to deliver tomorrow..."

"I love so much."

I like everything you give, especially the look of joy and helplessness in front of me.

Draco's brows were soft, and he pulled Harry up with a slight force in his hand, took another ring, and put it firmly on his finger.

This man is mine now—

When he clasped his fingers together, he stared at the simple patterns and sparkling gemstones on the ring, feeling a deep sense of joy and embarrassment belatedly in his heart.

Agreeing so easily, it seemed like he couldn't wait...

Forget it, Draco raised his head to accept the passionate kiss from his lover, and thought in his heart, all his calmness and self-control were vulnerable to this person anyway.

Soon, they were busy preparing for the engagement.

The Malfoys had no intention of returning to the British wizarding world. They had already agreed that they would only come back to attend the engagement banquet. Harry's closest elders were the Weasleys, but they were his ex-girlfriend's parents after all, even if they didn't mind It was also a bit embarrassing, as the two young men could only manage everything by themselves.

From large venues and banquets to small flowers and balloons, trivial things kept them busy, especially the incompatible social circles. The seating arrangement of the guests alone was enough to make people feel dizzy.

"Didn't you say that the engagement banquet only invites relatives and friends—" Pan Xi, who was dragged to help, shook the dense guest list in his hand and asked in surprise.

Draco quickly took the small stack of lists, "Not this—"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, and the tips of his ears turned red unconsciously, "These are the people who need to be invited to the wedding in a few months."

Bryce turned his head to look at him strangely, and sighed, "Potter's charm is still the same as before. I haven't seen Patriarch Malfoy look shy in a long time. This is really—"

"Brace Zabini!" Draco glared at him angrily, "You're still joking, are you here to help or to laugh at me?"

Blaise lazily raised his hand, making a gesture of surrender, "Okay, I'm only doing work, and I can't talk to the head office, right?"

"Actually, I miss it too," Pansy murmured in a low voice, and quickly changed the subject before Draco could speak, "I said why did you choose this time to get engaged? It turns out that you are in a hurry to get married~"

She looked around, the huge tent blocked the cold wind and winter snow, and the lush green plants and flowers could be seen everywhere, making them feel like they were in a spring garden.

"Only Potter has the face to invite so many masters to help."

The magic spell of space expansion has been used to the extreme, and the constant temperature magic circle makes people feel that it is in the midwinter season, and the vast blue sky and floating clouds above the head——

Pansy originally complained about the need to hold Draco's engagement banquet in Muggle territory, but she was greatly relieved when she found out that such an engagement venue must not be said to be contemptuous.

"Have you heard?" She waved her wand, continued to place those bright flowers in the right place, and asked casually, "Our Quidditch star, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, is here Bulgaria won the exchange match very well, and will soon return to China in a glorious way.”

Draco hummed lightly, and the smile on his face subsided slightly, "The Sunday Prophet is about to blow her into the sky, how could I not know."

"Will she also come to watch the ceremony?" Pansy's tone hesitated, "Potter's character is indeed impeccable, but after all, she is a woman he really likes, and has even talked about getting married—"

Moreover, most people think that she is more worthy of the title of Mrs. Potter, and the Weasley family behind her is like a relative of Potter.

Pansy was very angry at those tabloids who didn't dare to slander Draco anymore, but made a big fuss about this matter to tout Weasley, secretly comparing the two.

Even if everyone thinks that a former Death Eater and the savior are too high, as a bystander of that quiet crush back then, she still feels that her friend has paid no less than Weasley, and she definitely deserves it. People are treated wholeheartedly.

Hearing them mention this matter, Blaise still couldn't help but said, "But that was in the past, they did fight side by side, didn't Draco almost lose his life because of Potter back then, he was worse than her And who else will bear the Dark Lord's punishment for him?"

"Then this fool must be willing to say it!" Pansy hated iron and steel, and poked the silent Draco hard on the forehead, "You are still a Slytherin, love is like a battlefield, you know? There is a bargaining chip." I don't know how to use it, and sometimes I just want to tell Potter—"

"tell me what?"

A voice came from among the layers of green plants behind them. Pan Xi's expression and movements froze, and she shouted in her heart. She turned around slowly and saw the pale and calm face of the savior they were discussing. Face.