[HP] Bond

Harry is busy cooking steak in the kitchen.

Near noon, it began to rain lightly outside, the sky was gray, and it didn't look like a good weather for inviting people as guests.

What a bad day.

Following a report that was purely speculative based on pictures, suddenly the whole world began to pay attention to his relationship issues.

Everyone I met was probing openly and secretly. Several employees of the Ministry of Magic who were responsible for sorting out and sending letters ran to his office all morning. Ron kept complaining during training, and he actually knew this with others. Informative—thanks to Merlin, at least he wasn't targeting the identity of the rumored object.

But compared to those, what Harry was most worried about was what troubles it would bring to that man.

Perhaps Malfoy will soon realize how troublesome it is to have a relationship with the savior.

he thought somewhat dejectedly.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Harry's hands trembled, almost pouring a small half of the bottle of red wine into the pot.

He looked out with his head, and Teddy had already thrown away the Q-version fish doll that was spitting bubbles, and rushed to open the door.

"Mr. Malfoy," the child raised his head and smiled sweetly, "Welcome—"

"Thank you, Teddy."

Draco hung the umbrella on the rack outside the door, couldn't help rubbing his little head, the soft hair felt good.

"Here you are, Malfoy," Harry suppressed the inexplicable nervousness, and smiled at him, "Sit down for a while, lunch will be ready soon."

"Okay." Draco nodded slightly at him, and when he turned around, he still didn't look away.

The black-haired young man was wearing a simple white sweater and light-colored jeans, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and an azure apron was covered outside the clothes—it was a savior who was regarded as a popular idol and was seen by few people. side.

Stepping on the soft carpet, watching the busy back of the man, Draco was still a little tense, but he relaxed all of a sudden.

He even relaxed a little too much, giving birth to a little drunk like drinking a glass of red wine.

Little Teddy asked him in a soft tone if he wanted to play games with him. The room was filled with the strong aroma of food, and Harry poked his head out of the kitchen again after serving the steak, smiling at which soup to drink at noon Ask for his opinion.

This is a bit too much--

Draco thought angrily, just watching his willpower crumble, from what he thought was a thick and hard wall into pieces of crispy and soft biscuits, he was thumped by the warm and homely scene in front of him. ate it.

The kind that doesn't leave any residue.

"Cream of Corn Chowder."

His tone was calm and joyful, but the platinum villain deep in his heart was jumping and clamoring wildly, asking him to quickly take the person in front of him back to his nest, and hide him tightly, in more People found him so good so good before.

No, no, I think I can last a while, be reserved, Draco Malfoy, you can't scare people away when Harry is still ignorant and slightly aware.

When two adults who have a good impression of each other and know each other well are in the same room, every look and every conversation seems to be full of countless ambiguous dodges and temptations.

After the short lunch time, Draco felt that it was more difficult than negotiating cooperation with those cunning old foxes. He had never found it so difficult to control his expression before.

After Little Teddy was full, he obediently ran to his big studio to paint. Harry made two cups of black tea, and the two sat face to face, and finally started talking about business.

"They always want to make some big news about me, and this time it can be regarded as their wish." The corner of his mouth curled slightly, "I haven't stopped here all morning-how about you?"

Draco lowered his eyes lightly, took a sip of black tea, and said in a nonchalant manner, "I didn't go out this morning, and the worst thing was just a few shouting letters accusing me of seducing the Savior with ulterior motives."

He never cared about those exasperating remarks that were exasperated or ridiculed, after all, he had heard too much over the years.

Harry was 12 very sorry, looking very uncomfortable, "I..."

"No need to apologize, Potter, it wasn't your fault." Draco propped his chin and looked at him, "You seem to like to take the responsibility on yourself, isn't it tiring?"

Harry was silent for a long while before looking away, "Anyway, I'm the one who got you in trouble this time. I can contact the "Daily Prophet" for an exclusive interview to clarify this matter and prevent those people from misunderstanding."

"Let the savior who never accepts interviews make an exception for me?" Draco raised his brows slightly, "Don't you know that things like rumors can't be explained at all?"

"You can't just do nothing," Harry pursed his lips, rubbed his finger on the rim of the cup, showing a little irritability, "Someone sent you a shout letter? Do you know who sent it?"

"So what if you know, can you still come to the door?" Draco felt that he was about to lose his mind. Seeing the other party's anger and anxiety because of him, half of his soul began to sing loudly, while the other half because of This person felt that he was wronged, so he really felt wronged.

"I can go and explain to them," Hu Shuiqing looked at him earnestly, "You are definitely not the kind of person they said."

Draco smiled softly, "You know what kind of person I am again?"

Silly baby Potter, they are right, I do have ulterior motives, and I do want to seduce you.

Just haven't had time to act yet.

Harry was a little unconvinced, "Of course I know, you're fine, Malfoy, and even if I like it, it's definitely not because—"

There was a momentary blankness in his expression, and he hurriedly explained, "No, I mean, no one can slander you so casually, speculate and criticize people who you don't understand at all, that's too much."

"Thank you."

Draco acted as if he hadn't heard the gaffe just now, he felt that he should leave, otherwise he might make some gaffe.

Father I want to kiss him!Potter's ears are all red and he's trying to make excuses, he's so cute! !Malfoy's pride and reserve simply can't stand it! ! !

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Potter, I have something to leave first." He felt that it was not easy for him to be able to show such a calm smile now, "Maybe we don't do anything and let the rumors slowly subside It's the most sensible, of course, if there is really that kind of madman who meddles in his own business—”

"Contact me anytime," Harry said quickly, "no matter who it is, if it makes things difficult for you."

"I will."

Draco gave him a deep look, then got up and left.

Harry sent him to the door and looked at the sky, "It's raining harder and harder, why don't you sit down for a while?"

"You always seem to lack the consciousness of being a wizard, it's just raining." Draco opened the umbrella, and the slightly slanting rain was isolated by the transparent barrier, and didn't splash a little bit on him, "Goodbye , Potter."

"Goodbye."

Harry watched him go away from under the eaves, the heavy rain blocked his sight, and the slender figure seemed to be submerged by the rain, gradually becoming blurred in his vision.

"Malfoy—"

When he was about to go around the bushes and disappear completely in front of his eyes, Harry couldn't help shouting loudly, the figure stopped, turned slightly sideways, under the platinum-blond hair, the whole face looked like Covered in a hazy cloud of mist, it is impossible to see what it looks like.

The black-haired young man who stopped him stayed where he was, and the eyes of the two seemed to meet quietly through the silver rain curtain. Under the haze of the sky, they saw a ray of light.

Harry was stunned for a while, then rushed out like this suddenly, forgetting that he was a wizard who could cast magic, and he also forgot that he could hold an umbrella like an ordinary person.

He ran all the way to Draco, and before he could speak, he was pulled under the umbrella.

Draco held an umbrella and watched him quietly.

"I know it's presumptuous to say this suddenly, after all, we've been against each other for so many years..." Harry scratched his head, embarrassed like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and said, " But I think you should also...I mean...you don't look like a nuisance..."

He took a deep breath, because of this moment of pause, he stopped speaking as if he suddenly forgot the words.

"Actually I too..." he continued with difficulty under Draco's silent gaze, "I don't know how it happened but it just happened... you're at home, sitting at the dinner table with Teddy Waiting for me to dine together... that's better than all the dreams put together..."

There was a little warmth in the corner of Draco's eyes, and he squeezed the wooden umbrella handle tightly. The momentary movement made the black-haired youth's flustered heart a little soothed.

"I can't bear the possibility of you being hurt in any way, even if it's just a shouting letter... I can't bear it because I... I hope... I hope that when you are questioned, I can stand by your side... I Hope to protect you even if it comes a little late..."

Harry was speaking incoherently, the black shattered hair on his forehead was still dripping water, and his soft green eyes were fixedly staring at him with trepidation.

"Malfoy," he panted slightly, carefully studied every subtle expression on the other's face, and asked softly, "Can I pursue you?"

The voice was too gentle, accompanied by the noise of the rain, it was heard clearly in the ears, as if when the warm wind blew across the green field, thousands of gorgeous flowers bloomed, pouring out the tenderness and beauty of the whole spring.

Draco couldn't imagine anyone in the world who could say no to this, so—

Hello reserved.

Bye reserved.

"of course."

The umbrella fell lightly to the ground, rolled a few times, was blown to the corner of the garden by the wind, and got stuck on the slowly shaking swing.

He took a step forward and hugged the person in front of him tightly with almost all his strength, letting the pouring rain soak them through.

"You've got it, Potter."