[HP] Bond

They went not to the old house in Grimmauld Place, but to a residential area full of Muggles.

The location where Harry lives is a little remote. The half-person-high shrubs are neatly trimmed, and there are sporadically blooming small purple flowers, like a green wall with decorations, isolating the small house covered with vines. Inside.

When Draco walked around the bushes, he saw a long railway track that circled around the house, and a small gold-red train that was only two meters long with a wooden sign of "Stop" was parked under the tree Next to the big swing.

"Godfather——" Teddy blinked, grabbed his clothes and shook them, his soft voice was as sweet as honey.

"I can only play for a while." Harry bent down and twisted his little nose lightly. "When I ask you to have dinner later, don't play tricks."

"Okay~" Little Teddy gave his godfather a kiss, and excitedly ran towards his little train with short legs.

Draco watched the little guy take out his hat from under the seat of the car and put it on, and turned the wooden sign over to the "departure" side in a serious manner before sitting in the driver's seat, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect you to be a good godfather." Finally, he glanced at the little train that was starting, turned his head, and his tone was much more relaxed than before.

Harry withdrew his gaze from the child, and said with a smile, "Really? Hermione always said that I dote on him too much, and sometimes I have no principles at all."

But facing the child who lost his parents not long after he was born, he couldn't help but want to give him the best and satisfy all his wishes.

——It's like making up for the childhood that I once had nothing.

"No wonder Mrs. Granger—Mrs. Weasley almost put out a marriage advertisement for the famous Mr. Potter." Draco chuckled lightly, squinting at him, "It turns out that she was in a hurry to find you a principled partner , mind you two—”

"For example, someone like you?" Harry teased, seeing his face change, he put his fist on his lips and coughed, "Well, I'm sorry."

No matter how much they talked, the topic crossed the line, and their relationship was really not good enough to be a joke.

Harry turned and opened the door, "Sit down for a while, I'll make tea."

He got into the kitchen, quickly prepared tea, and took out the blueberry cake that was made at noon from the refrigerator, cut two pieces and served them in a small plate.

Draco looked around at the cozy interior, bent down to lift up a big doll that had fallen to the ground, and sat down on the armchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

When the little train happily circling in the yard passed by, the little driver happily waved his little hand at him, and then pulled the rope hanging above his head.

The whistle was whistling, and a cloud of smoke in the shape of a round smiling face came out of the chimney of the locomotive, sticking out its tongue in the style of Weasley's joke shop.

He smiled and waved outside.

Harry stood not far away with the tray in his hand, staring blankly at the smiling side face. He had never seen such an almost gentle expression on the face of this arrogant and mean young master.

If Draco felt it, he turned around to look at him, his gray-blue eyes stared at him for a moment, and a flash of embarrassment suddenly flashed, as quickly as his illusion.

"I made the cake myself," Harry quickly came to his senses, and placed everything on the small table after coming to him. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Draco lowered his head and picked up the fork, and said calmly: "It's true that you don't look good, but you are very self-aware."

To be honest, even when he was at his worst, he had never eaten such an ugly cake.

But, Potter did it himself...

Draco scraped a little cream and put it into his mouth together with the blueberry jam inside. A little sweetness on the tip of his tongue permeated the whole mouth, and it seemed to be sweet all the way down his throat into his heart.

The slightly upturned corner of the other party's mouth was already the greatest recognition of his culinary skills. Harry slowly tasted his share and smiled for no reason.

How amazing that he and Malfoy sat together calmly drinking tea and having snacks, and the atmosphere was not bad.

“Cake Cake~”

The little guy ran in thumping, tiptoed and scanned the tabletop for a while, then looked at them eagerly, "Where's my share?"

Harry stood up, rubbed his little furry head, and said softly, "Go and wash your hands first."

He went to the kitchen to cut another piece of cake and came out. Teddy had already washed his hands and was sitting on a chair dangling his little feet waiting to be fed.

The child ate happily, scraping off all the cream on the small plate, and coquettishly towards Harry with a circle of sweet white beard, "Can I have an extra piece today?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, "Hermione has already asked me to pay attention to controlling your sweets."

"Godfather~just a small piece~" Little Teddy showed a cute smile, and his cute star eyes were bilingbilingly shining.

Who can resist this?

Harry felt that his heart was about to melt for his baby, and under Draco's speechless gaze, he reluctantly cut him a small piece of cake.

After the little guy who was ready to accept it obediently finished eating, he raised his head and asked the godfather to help him wipe his face clean, and then ran to the yard to play impatiently.

"You really—"

Draco played with the silver fork in his hand, shook his head slightly, and didn't say any more.

Harry sighed slightly, his eyes fell helplessly and dotingly on the outside of the courtyard, "I've never been able to do anything against that little rascal..."

Draco curled his lips quietly, suddenly envious of the carefree smiling child outside.