[HP] Bond

Countless suspicious and defensive eyes flocked to him like sticky and cold sea water, and there were buzzing sounds everywhere, making people have the illusion of being pointed and watched.

The soaked shirt was still stuck to his body, and he was cold all over, but it was because of the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Don't be afraid—"

The black-haired young man looked down at him, with a faint worried look in his eyes, but he didn't dare to look closely, so he couldn't tell the difference.

The thick robe wrapped him tightly, and Harry's body temperature was still on it, just like the hasty and brief embrace during Apparition, the closest distance between them in these years.

If it wasn't for the reunion on such an embarrassing occasion, he might have been happy for the whole day.

But at this moment, the last person he wanted to see was Harry, and he didn't want him to witness his ugly appearance.

Draco quietly pressed the Dark Mark on his arm, feeling cold in his heart, he couldn't help hugging himself even tighter.

Although after the Dark Lord was wiped out, it would no longer respond like an ordinary tattoo, but this kind of black magic brand that represented submission, even if a layer of flesh was scraped off, would heal along with the wound, becoming a part of his life that would never last long. Get rid of the stigma.

It also reminds him all the time how big the gap is between himself and the savior that everyone is looking at.

He straightened his back and looked up at the person in front of him with a calm expression, not wanting to look too humble and pitiful in his eyes.

The lake green eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and the tall and steady black-haired young man stared at him with piercing eyes, smiling like a big fool, and handed over a super big ice cream eagerly.

"Do you eat ice cream?"

……

"SHIT!!!"

Draco opened his eyes suddenly, uttered a rare swear word, and kicked off the quilt.

He put his head in his hands and tugged at his messy blond hair, looking a little crazy, feeling that he probably had a psychological shadow on food like ice cream in his life.

"Harry Potter, are you actually a giant monster?!"

Taking a few deep breaths, Draco jumped off the bed, angrily began to wash, glanced at the reflection in the mirror inadvertently, and suddenly froze.

He saw the eyes with a bright smile under the water-stained hair, and the corners of his lips that were obviously angry and couldn't help but curl up.

Like a big fool in love, terminally ill, hopelessly sick.

"Calm down, Draco Malfoy, calm down."

He patted his face and tried his best to straighten the curve of his lips, but he couldn't hold back the joy and anticipation in his heart.

They are too sweet, even if they may be highly poisonous, they are completely irresistible.

Things seemed to be going in the worst direction. Just a little specious ambiguity made him completely lose the experience of these years. He degenerated from the shrewd and capable head of the Malfoy family to the one five or six years ago. Everything boy.

You need to be reserved, Draco Malfoy, even if you have already lost everything, don't act like you can't wait to surrender in front of that person.

Draco took care of himself, and when he returned to the bedroom, he found that the double-sided mirror on the bedside table was vibrating crazily.

"Father?"

He connected the conversation, and faced the serious man in the mirror, his expression became serious, "Is something wrong?"

Lucius looked at him in silence before snorting softly, "I assume you haven't read today's newspaper."

"Yes." Draco pursed his lips, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and snapped his fingers, "Barney, bring the morning newspaper."

A freshly released "Daily Prophet" quickly appeared in front of him. He flipped through it casually, and saw a photo with an unusually familiar scene on the back. It occupied a large area, and the people in the photo were All expressions are displayed clearly.

The huge title is very eye-catching-"The Savior Suspectedly Leaving the Singles, and the Object Is Him?" ".

Draco didn't pay attention to the line of flashing black letters, and put all his attention on the slightly shaking photo.

It was in the candy store where they met yesterday, the dim soft light, the background full of flowers and candies, set off the side faces of the two people looking at each other very dreamily and beautifully - well, except for the eye-catching ice cream.

"I'm surprised," Lucius said calmly. "The photo of the famous savior didn't appear on the front page for the first time. Instead, it was put on the gossip page and got involved with my son."

Draco looked down at the slightly embarrassed face of the black-haired young man, and with a gentle smile, he hummed absently.

Was that what Harry looked like at the time?

"What on earth are you thinking, Draco?" Lucius slightly raised his voice, frowning at his inappropriate smile, "When we contacted you last time, you also said that you would consider marrying the Greenglass family about-"

"I've thought about it," Draco whispered, "I'm not right for her."

"Are you and Potter suitable?" Lucius asked in a deep voice.

"At the beginning you insisted on staying in England, and we let you go," he said, "under such circumstances, it is not an easy task to assume the responsibility of the head of the Malfoy family. Have you ever thought that, with Potter? What are the consequences of getting involved? He may let you work hard for these years..."

"It's just a photo, and it's as if I've got something to do with him." Draco interrupted him with a mutter, and scanned the reports.

The writer was Ted Lahalo, who was born in Gryffindor, and his wording was quite polite, and he didn't drag out his well-known dark history to criticize, as if it was really just an ordinary lace news related to the savior.

"Potter was once a golden boy and is now a golden bachelor in the wizarding world."

Draco poked at the photo with his finger, and the black-haired young man kept dodging under his hand, squeezed together with the platinum-haired young man opposite him, and squeezed out of his hand by the way. That stupid ice cream.

"How many people are coveting the position of his partner, and of course I am no exception." He was not at all embarrassed in front of his father, and said calmly, "I used to think that I had no expectations at all, but You see, he is dangling in front of me now, as if he could reach it—”

Draco's expression was in a trance for a moment, and then he pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

"I want to try, father."

He lowered his head and glanced at the two people in the photo who looked flustered and shy because they were too close together, as if he had gained some confidence from it, and whispered softly: "Even if you don't get the result you want, at least you won't regret it in the future." I didn't fight for it myself."

"You've spent too much time on him, Draco," Lucius sighed, "Sissy and I always hope that you can choose to love yourself instead of... so hard to love one person……"

Draco looked at him seriously, "You should believe in my pride as a Malfoy. If it's not possible, I will let it go cleanly and won't be entangled with it."

"Of course, my child." Lucius nodded slightly, "You deserve the best. If Potter doesn't have this vision, he should be the one to regret, not you."

After finishing the conversation, Draco carefully put away the newspaper and put it in a drawer in the bedroom.

There was the sound of flapping wings outside the window, and a snow-white owl flew in with a letter, and looked at him curiously with round eyes.

"You're Kelly? What a sweet little girl."

Even though he had never received a letter from it before, Draco recognized Harry's owl - it had a real resemblance to the one named Hedwig.

The letter Harry sent him was written on the blueprint that Teddy used to draw. There are two little unicorns rolling in the corner. Feeling.

"Malfoy:

Did you read today's Daily Prophet?

I'm very sorry, I didn't notice someone taking pictures at the time, if it causes you any trouble, please let me know and I will take care of it.

Also, if you don't mind, I hope to invite you to my home to discuss this matter.

Yours faithfully, Harry Potter"

Gently rubbing the signature of the letter with his fingertips, Draco smiled silently in the cool morning light, and found that the paper was uneven, with some messy and scribbled traces, it seemed that it was not a first draft.

He became interested, pulled out his wand and whispered a spell, some words appeared and disappeared one after another with scratches, revealing the entanglement of the owner of the letter.

...I'm really sorry...I know you've always been private...

...you can come forward and explain...hope you're not...unhappy...

...for lunch...my cooking skills are actually...

...Welcome...Teddy too...

……

There are also a few tiny, barely visible "Draco", left behind seemingly inadvertently.

Draco raised his jaw, his eyes were full of the words he wanted to say but didn't say, which was especially interesting compared to the formulaic invitation on paper.

"Your master is lovely, isn't he?"

Kelly pressed his finger with her little head, and dutifully urged him to reply.

Draco took out a piece of paper, thought for a long time, and then simply wrote "OK", folded it a few times, and put it back in the envelope for Kelly to take back.

He bowed his head and cast a spell on Harry's letter again, as if he had found an interesting game, repeated it repeatedly, and never tired of it, secretly spying on someone's hesitation and hesitation between the lines.

It seemed that every trace was a proof that that person might like him.