[HP] Bond

"...Isn't that the hero saving the beauty? Actually, I was there at the time. As soon as the boss saw him, he hurried over."

"Oh~ that's the time when he recorded his own actions?"

"Yeah, without saying a few words, he just packed up people and took us away, leaving us all behind, whoops—"

The elated young Auror jumped up holding the head hit by the golden bell, turned around and saw the black-haired young man with raised eyebrows and a smile behind him, shrinking his neck cowardly, and swipe his fingers on his lips, Say nothing.

Harry shook his head slightly, but he wasn't really angry, "Are you here to watch the ceremony or to gossip?"

"It's all there," Ron stepped forward enthusiastically, hooking his shoulders and said with a sly smile, "Tell me, did you think about Malfoy at that time? You actually said that I wanted to be crooked." It's-"

"Ronald Weasley," the head of the Auror office smiled calmly and gently, "the training will be doubled tomorrow."

"My dear, you can't treat me like this!" Ron was shocked, "You are avenging your own private revenge! Prefer sex over friends! Love the new and dislike the old..."

If he kept on yelling, he might end up giving up, Harry nudged him in disgust, "To be honest, didn't you want to be on the gossip headlines with me a long time ago? Huh? "

Ron choked, and quickly jumped aside, covering his chest with one hand and putting on a look of loyalty rather than surrender, "Don't talk nonsense, my body and mind belong to Ms. Hermione Weasley!"

"Thank you, I don't really want it all of a sudden—" Hermione, who was still doing a final inspection of the venue not far away, rolled her eyes and complained angrily amidst the laughter.

Ginny chuckled, and straightened a bunch of bouquets casually.

The two slowly checked the decorations all the way, getting farther and farther away from the crowd, Hermione stopped under the archway covered with vines and small blue flowers, and turned her head to observe Ginny's expression.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a low voice.

Ginny fiddled with those shy flowers slowly with her fingers, shrugged casually, "Of course."

"Don't worry about me." Seeing that Hermione didn't seem very convinced, she said calmly, "Finally someone can give him happiness. I'm just as relieved as you are."

Even if that person is not me——

She took a slight breath, and subconsciously wanted to reach for the cigarette case. Looking at the dreamy and beautiful decorations around her, she held back again.

If she hadn't left back then, the engagement banquet with Harry would have been prepared with such care, right?

Until now, Ginny can still clearly recall every subtle expression of that young boy back then, especially the bright and expectant eyes he looked at her when he talked about the future.

But if you miss it, you miss it. To reminisce or regret it, what is the point other than embarrassing each other?

Glancing at the black-haired young man from a distance, Ginny's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and then she smiled relievedly, "Malfoy is actually pretty good—I thought, Ron would definitely jump, but he can't. No objection, that's the most unusual thing, okay?"

"Why didn't he jump, he almost didn't eat the newspaper that day," Hermione changed the subject cooperatively, "But, you know, this is the first time Harry has shown signs of leaving the order in so many years, Luo En said that he should take a good look at it for his buddies instead of making trouble for him."

Even that cunning Malfoy—

When her husband said these words with a face full of reluctance, his expression was so solemn that he seemed to send his precious daughter to marry in advance, and he was also adding drama to himself.

"It seems that the results of the observation are good." Ginny couldn't help laughing, and raised her hand to pull back the few balloons that had floated too high and out of formation.

"Yes." Hermione smiled slightly, and stepped forward to help, so the topic ended naturally.

What she didn't mention was the tacit understanding and intimacy between herself and Ron that she and Ron had witnessed in the occasional visits, and the dependence on someone that was rarely seen in Harry.

Ron originally came to the door with a picky mentality, but what he saw was the long-term insomniac Harry quietly closing his eyes, falling asleep peacefully with his head on Malfoy's shoulder like a big lazy cat.

Such a completely relaxed and trusting attitude is simply too rare, and the soft smile in Malfoy's eyes, he cherishes his lover's trust like a dragon guarding a treasure carefully, this alone is enough to erase all the awkwardness in their hearts .

Her best friend found herself the most troublesome person. Hermione looked at the people who stepped into the venue one after another. Among them, there were many faces of different factions who had confronted each other more than once in the ministry. She pursed her lips and showed an elegant and perfect face. smile.

Fortunately, they were never afraid of trouble.

It is said that only relatives and friends are invited, but the British magic world is actually not big. There are quite a lot of people who are interested in participating in the Savior's engagement banquet. The guests present are talking in twos and threes in the huge venue, and it is very lively.

I don't know what Luna sprayed on those tall flower trees. In such a cold season, many lightwing butterflies are attracted. Large pieces of transparent golden wings are crowded together, like flying under the sun. golden dust.

Harry stretched out his hand and gently brushed a naughty butterfly on Draco's shoulder, a faint golden light covered the raised fingertips, as if the tenderness and joy in his heart had turned into substance.

"It will be a busy day," he asked with concern in a soft tone, "Did you rest well last night? Have you had breakfast?"

"Hmm." Draco raised his eyes to meet him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly in the brisk and melodious music.

Everything around him was as beautiful as a seductive dream, he suddenly felt panic, and looked back, Lucius and Narcissa were behind him, looking at him tenderly and reluctantly.

"Draco—" The lake green eyes stared at him intently, and a hand was solemnly stretched out in front of him.

Draco pinched his palm quietly under the complicated sleeves of the gown, and there was a slight but real, reassuring pain under his fingertips.

It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy, they are getting engaged, Draco Malfoy, and Harry Potter, there will be flowers, an auditorium, guests, there will be oaths, kisses, dances...

Everything is real, within reach, and will not disappear suddenly, leaving his outstretched hand in vain.

Draco blinked quickly, suppressed the tears at the corners of his eyes, and slowly clenched that hand. It was covered with thin calluses and some small scars that were almost invisible, not to mention soft, but warm Powerful, I will lead myself through the rest of my life.

He followed Harry's pace through the crowd unhurriedly, with a calm smile on his face, but every step under his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, until Principal McGonagall, who officiated the wedding, set his eyes on him , then suddenly stepped on the ground, and heard his heartbeat getting louder and louder in the quiet space.

"Draco Malfoy," said the old witch with a serious face, every wrinkle on his face was filled with a smile, "are you willing to choose Harry Potter as your life partner and love him?" , Respect him, trust him? Are you willing to share your joy, pain, glory, and happiness with him?"

He turned his head and fell into a soft green pool, where his figure was reflected, and countless flashing points of light in the venue, like starlight, like morning light, like faith and hope, or everything. Something that can light up the world.

And at this moment, in the very center of the crowd, those green eyes, so beautiful that you want to kiss them, are staring at him, only at him.

"I would like to—"

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"You two don't need to leave the UK in such a hurry."

In front of the transnational fireplace of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Harry frowned slightly, making a last attempt to persuade the Malfoys who were about to leave.

"Draco has always missed you very much." Facing his fiancé's parents, he was very polite, and then he seemed not so close. "I discussed with him and plan to hold the wedding in half a year."

Lucius shook his head, "We will come back to attend the wedding. Staying in the country at this time may give those people an excuse to criticize you."

The stigma of his past submission to the Dark Lord cannot be cleared, and the crimes committed in the war will not be easily forgotten.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Lucius felt a little complicated.

Just like the little boy who didn't expect that the embarrassed little boy he met in Lihen Bookstore could truly end the darkness and become a veritable savior, he never thought about it. The boy who forgives will one day enter into a marriage contract with his own son.

His status as a former Death Eater made it difficult for him to move forward in the British wizarding world, and it also discredited the Malfoy family. A young man with a bright future as long as he didn't make mistakes, was able to withstand a lot of pressure for a perfect man like Draco. The engagement ceremony was so thoughtful that he had to admit his dereliction of duty.

"I'm not a qualified father." Lucius' eyes were dark and his tone was low. "I spoiled him too much when I was young, and then dragged him into the quagmire unexpectedly—"

The Dark Lord has always known how to torture a person most effectively. When he failed in the task of capturing the prophecy ball and was trapped in Azkaban, he branded Draco the Dark Mark that he could not get rid of for life, and gave him An absolutely impossible task.

His child, who was proud, flamboyant, willful, and who had never suffered a little bit, was forced to break his wings when he couldn't protect him, and was forced to a dead end.

"Please... treat him well..."

Uncommonly letting go of his pride, Lucius opened his mouth with difficulty. He didn't have the confidence to use his status as an elder to make any demands on the people in front of him, especially after indirectly killing Sirius, he only hoped that the people who hated him so much would not For this reason, he has a grudge against his children.

Harry took a step back slightly, looked away, and met Narcissa's expectant eyes again, "I will."

Lucius nodded silently, said nothing more, and took his wife's hand to leave.

Narcissa looked back at Harry, her eyes were full of pleading, "Mr. Potter..."

"I love him," Harry said in a very calm tone, and he could only maintain a peaceful state as much as possible. "The oaths made at the engagement ceremony were all sincere."

In the swaying flames of the fireplace, the two figures disappeared silently. The black-haired young man watched silently for a while before turning around and leaving the deserted corridor, smiling and thanking the night watch staff at the corner.

"You're welcome, Mr. Potter," the young wizard accepted the exquisitely packaged gift from him, a bag of handmade biscuits with a strong fragrance, and he was flattered, "Also, I wish you a happy engagement~"

"Thank you."

He thanked him again, and after leaving the Ministry of Magic building, he couldn't wait to Apparate back home.

Draco, who was still soundly asleep before leaving, came to the living room at some point, and sat quietly on the sofa in his pajamas, with only a slight blush on his fair face. When he saw him enter the door, he pursed his lips and smiled, looking normal look.

But that appearance is ridiculously well-behaved, obviously not sober.

Harry suddenly wanted to laugh, and threw the coat he had taken off on the armrest of the sofa, bent down and poked his face, "Go to sleep for a while?"

"Hmm~" Draco tilted his head, and let out a soft snort from his nasal cavity. The tone with the ending was like a bun covered with honey, sweet and soft.

Harry couldn't resist the temptation to lower his head and nibble on his lips. Seeing that he was still not obviously drunk, he smiled softly, "Why are you so obedient, I don't even want to bully you."

Draco didn't seem to understand what he meant, he still pursed his lips in joy, and after a while he said slowly, "Harry~ I'm so happy~"

As soon as he raised his hand, he was placed in a gentle hug, and the smile that slowly bloomed was full of pure joy, and he murmured and repeated: "I'm so~ happy~"

Harry sat down with him in his arms, rubbed his head that was lingering in his arms, feeling inexplicably sad.

"Me too," he tightened his arms and said softly, "When you said 'I do' to me, you were like a shining angel. There is nothing more beautiful than that in this world."

"I can tell you every day to make you happy every day~" Draco raised his head and smiled foolishly, speaking clumsily and seriously, "I am willing~I am willing~I am willing~I um—— "

His lips were blocked by someone, and he made a soft protest sound. He was dizzy from being kissed. He just remembered to hold on to the people around him and never let go.

"Draco," after a deep kiss, Harry slightly let go of his panting lover, and coaxed with a smile, "say you love me~"

"You love me~" How can this person shine when he smiles, Draco thought in a daze, and then smiled foolishly.

Harry giggled, "Yes, yes, I love you, well darling, say I ~love~you~"

"You love me~"

Draco finally figured it out, as if Teddy saw a favorite toy, his gray-blue eyes were bilingbilingly shining.

Who can resist this?

Harry sighed and covered his eyes, lowered his head and kissed his slightly parted lips again. The strong smell of alcohol entangled between his lips and teeth, making him a little drunk.

Why is it so difficult to trick your reserved lover into saying a few words of love?

The savior wondered.

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Cute little theater

Harry: My Draco is fine in everything, but his skin is too thin, and he is troubled

Draco: No no no Draco Malfoy, you can't throw him down just because he has a good smile, be patient~