【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Draco Malfoy was awakened by the house-elf of Malfoy Manor on the bed in Harry Potter's apartment, and the elf appeared on the floor of this small bedroom with a bang when Draco Malfoy was dreaming of building the newly opened pit for the past two days As for the plot, if he hadn't been forcibly pulled back from his dream by the house elf, he might have lost his mind.

"Master Draco, Miss Pansy and Mr. Blaise have arrived." The house-elf respectfully explained the reason for appearing in Harry Potter's apartment.

Draco Malfoy was dazed for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he realized that he did have an appointment today. It is said that Pansy Parkinson successfully dragged Blaise Zabini back from the United States this time. Remember that they should meet at noon.

The blond young man scratched his half-length hair randomly and then yawned a little more soberly, "Understood, let them wait a little longer." After the house-elf disappeared, he touched the phone from the bedside to wake up the screen. The white numbers reflected in the gray eyes.

10: 48.

Tsk, no wonder.

There are also several unread message prompts flashing below the digital time.

He opened the message, entered the WLM message interface, selectively ignored Pansy Parkinson's message and clicked on the chat window with Harry Potter.

[Harry Potter: Are you awake? ]

[Harry Potter: I'm almost finishing up here, and I guess I can go back tomorrow. ]

[Harry Potter: I sent you a package, remember to accept it. ]

[Harry Potter: [pen heart.jpg]]

Facing the words on the screen and Harry Potter's profile picture, Draco Malfoy quickly typed a line on the screen, send.

[Draco Malfoy: Just got up, stay safe, come back early. [Weak, pitiful and helpless.jpg]]

He threw his mobile phone on the bed, lazily got up and stretched his waist, casually put on a nightgown and planned to take a shower before returning to the manor to deal with the couple who had just returned home.

He stuffed the wand into his pocket with his mobile phone, pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom, and the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang.

[Video invitation from Harry Potter]

Draco Malfoy pressed the answer button neatly.

"Good morning, Draco." The savior appeared on Draco Malfoy's phone screen with his matted black hair.

"Morning." Draco Malfoy yawned. He noticed that the environment behind Harry Potter did not seem to belong to the French Ministry of Magic, but an outdoor street. The surrounding environment was not too noisy, but the sunlight was bright. "Where are you?"

"Across from a Muggle restaurant." Harry Potter zoomed out on the phone camera, and Draco Malfoy could clearly see that there was indeed a restaurant on the opposite side of the road behind Harry Potter, and the Savior continued, "The case was closed very smoothly, so I would like to thank the person in charge here for being the host. "

"Three Michelin star?" Draco Malfoy floated his phone in the air facing himself, chatting vaguely with his boyfriend while brushing his teeth.

Harry Potter thought for a while and guessed: "Maybe. But Mr. Malfoy, how did you learn about the concept of 'Michelin'?"

"Because there is a good teacher, the wand is too thin Professor." Draco Malfoy gave the guy on the other side of the camera a white look.

"Speaking of which, the copy you promised me before hasn't been written yet, Mrs. Lavender." Harry Potter laughed, and deliberately teased each other about their previous agreement.

"Come on, you don't have time to draw after I wrote it. Our great savior is very busy." Draco Malfoy said bluntly, with some complaints, "And I just made a new hole, I guess It will take a while to write."

"Still writing doujin? What setting? Or BE?"

Draco Malfoy rinsed his mouth, with a playful look in his brow and eyes, and said, "Guess what?"

"Who knows how many tragic settings you still have in your mind." Harry Potter recalled that the plot of the story written by Draco Malfoy was a bit of a shadow in his heart, so he chose to change the subject, "What are your plans for today?"

Draco Malfoy took off his nightgown and hung it on the hanger by the door, while turning the camera to the other side, he continued to answer Harry Potter's question, "Pansy and Blaise are back, and we have a lunch appointment, nothing special in the afternoon."

"Hey what are you doing? Why are you turning the camera away?"

"Undress and take a shower."

"Please, where have I never seen my dear? Shy?"

"...Damn you on the street now! Are you going to let the passers-by next to you admire your boyfriend's nakedness?" Draco Malfoy snapped into the phone, hoping to pry the Savior face to face brain to see if there is any content of shame stored in it.

"Uh...I'm sorry I forgot." Harry Potter said coyly, "Then why don't you take a shower, and I'll call you later."

"Wait a minute." Draco Malfoy grabbed the mobile phone floating in the air, pointed the front camera at himself, and only took pictures of the neck and face above the collarbone. He looked at Harry Potter's emerald green eyes hidden behind the glass lenses. You must know the past During the five days, sometimes they rarely even have a chance to make a voice call. Most of the time, they leave texts in WLM for each other and reply when the other party sees them. Video calls are even rarer. For the two young people who have just established a relationship, this sudden separation is really unbearable, and he misses the pair of clear eyes on the other side of the video very much.

Draco Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, "Come back to Potter soon."

"Well, I'll try my best."

"I..." The blond man nervously smoothed the blond hair behind his ears before continuing, "I kind of miss you."

"A little bit?"

"……special."

The savior had good-looking eyebrows and eyes, and looked extraordinarily warm under the sunshine of the streets of Paris. He said, "Coincidentally, I am too."

"Fuck you Potter, why the fuck didn't you say so sooner!"

"You didn't even ask!"

"Blame me?!"

"if not?!"

Draco Malfoy frowned and looked down at the innocent Harry Potter, and accused him righteously, "Don't forget that you are Mr. Harry Potter, a man with a family."

"Pffhahahahahaha——" Harry Potter really couldn't stand Draco Malfoy saying such sad words in such a serious tone, "Are you, a sad-faced grudge, planning to laugh at me to inherit my Gringotts warehouse? "

"Fuck off, I'm not interested in your Gringotts."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"you."

Harry Potter softened his brows and eyes, "Okay, then I will do my best to satisfy Mr. Malfoy's hobbies." The savior suddenly seemed to remember something, "Wait, didn't you take off your clothes and plan to take a shower?"

Draco Malfoy also realized that it was really inappropriate for him to be naked and arguing with his boyfriend who was far away in a foreign country, he squinted at him again, walked away from the camera again, and put his phone on the sink, "I'm going to take a shower. "

"okay."

"Come back to Potter soon."

"No problem dear."

Draco Malfoy turned on the shower after listening to the notification sound from the phone that the other party had hung up the video call.

By the time the blond had packed himself up and returned to Malfoy Manor, his guest was already sitting in the living room drinking tea.

Draco Malfoy waved casually to the two old friends and sat down on the side armchair, honestly feeling a bit sleepy even after grooming.

Seeing Draco Malfoy's dazed face and yawning from time to time, Blaise Zabini sneered, leaned on the sofa and looked up and down the guy who was said to have had sex with his crush for ten years.

"Unbelievable." Blaise Zabini gasped.

"Unexpected." Draco Malfoy poured himself a drink.

"It seems that Potter is very capable?" Blaise Zabini raised his eyebrows, teasing deliberately, "Restraint, otherwise your nerd body won't be able to stand the ravages of his level, he's an Auror boss."

Draco Malfoy coughed violently twice, nearly spit out his tea, and glared at Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to Blaise Zabini staring at his phone for some reason.Damn, what the hell did this bitch say to her boyfriend.

"No no, honey." Pansy Parkinson stared at the phone and wiped away tears with emotion, "Our poor Draco probably spent last night alone."

"How do you know?" Blaise Zabini wondered.

"It's too cruel, it's too cruel, fuck your lavender, it's so fucking cruel." Pansy Parkinson exaggeratedly clutched his chest, regardless of whether the other party was also glaring at him, and stared at the instigator viciously, "Damn it Lavender has slept until a real person and still writes abusive texts to poison the hearts of thousands of girls. Is it because love is hard to talk about or sex is not fun enough?! The magic wand is too thin?! Does anyone care about this?! "

Draco Malfoy was lazily leaning on the back chair, with a posture of hanging up his business, holding a teacup, he replied leisurely: "I'm on a business trip."

"I knew it! Without the nourishment of the savior's love, you will stay alone in an empty room, empty and lonely, and start to return to your old job, write novels and abuse readers?! What's the matter, the fans can't satisfy you and start to create originals?!" Pansy Parkinson complained indignantly, " Also! Two-way crush? Fuck you Malfoy, do you dare to make it more obvious, you think that if you change the name of the character, I won’t be able to see that this is a story about you and Potter exuding the sour smell of love? ?!"

"Don't dare." Draco Malfoy raised his legs and raised his jaw provocatively.

Pansy Parkinson swore she could have seen the ferret's tail up into the sky.

"Okay, you're amazing." The girl gouged that guy out angrily again, she didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Blaise Zabini took the opportunity to divert the conversation, "Pansy brought you a box of cigars, which your house elf has put in the study."

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows at the girl, "Thanks."

"Tch." Pansy Parkinson obviously still didn't want to talk to him.

"By the way." Blaise Zabini slid an envelope tied with a ribbon along the coffee table under the eyes of his old friend, "Bring your boyfriend to the wedding next month."

Draco Malfoy was startled, he quickly put down the teacup in his hand and sat up straight, staring back and forth in amazement at the couple sitting indifferently in front of him.

"Married suddenly?" He stared at the two friends in disbelief, "Did you two get trampled on your brains by a troll or something?"

"You're paralyzing Malfoy!" Pansy yelled angrily, "You're allowed to sleep with the savior? What's wrong with us getting married! You were still holding Potter's support badge to yourself when my mother and this man rolled in bed!"

"Miss, with the two of you currently living in different places 360 days a year, five days three days and sixty days a year, is the significance of getting married in order to have a legal married life or to contribute to the marriage rate of British wizards?" Draco Malfoy frowned after finishing speaking. Meixin suddenly realized something, "Wait? Are you pregnant? Married with a child?"

Pansy Parkinson's face was completely darkened, and his sharp voice tore through the air in the living room, "You just got married with a child, I think you just don't have the ability, or else you're going to give Potter—"

"—You have written too many novels, sir, don't make life so complicated. You think that everyone will fall in love with you and the savior, and you have to put on a vest in advance and flirt with each other on the Internet for half a year. It's so bloody. "Blaise Zabini pressed down on his girlfriend who was about to jump violently and confront the blond youth, and countered, "It's simple, end the long distance, get married, that's all."

"That is to say, you have returned to China?" Draco Malfoy saw Blaise Zabini nodded, he ignored Pansy's burning anger again, and put on what he thought was the most sincere expression of congratulations, but still in his characteristic long tone, "Congratulations Congratulations, lovers finally get married, Mrs. Zabini." He also specially emphasized the last title.

Pansy Parkinson still rolled her eyes unhappily, took a sip from her teacup, and said forcefully in an imperative tone: "Sign me the original book you are writing now, and treat it as a wedding gift for me. "

"Sign what?"

"publishing!"

"Huh?" Draco Malfoy was confused, "I only wrote more than 1 words, miss, are you crazy!"

"You have nothing else to do, and according to the speed you used to write daily updates, one book a month is no problem."

"..." Draco Malfoy cast his eyes on Blaise Zabini who didn't seem to want to stop his fiancée from exploiting his friend's creative achievements, "You just let her go crazy?"

Blaise Zabini spread his hands, "You think I can handle this crazy woman?"

"Who is the crazy Zabini?!" Pansy Parkinson kicked him.

"This is your fiancée!" Draco Malfoy was surprised.

Blaise Zabini didn't even hide, and got kicked by his fiancée, "Then I have nothing to do." The friend added, "Isn't it the same for you, you meddling in the other half's business? Otherwise, why would you be bored writing novel?"

Draco Malfoy couldn't help his forehead, and Blaise Zabini was right.

"Don't worry Draco, I just started a publishing house, you don't need to worry about the copyright tax number, you can just write!" Pansy Parkinson's eyes slowly brightened with confidence, "For the sake of my friends, I can make a profit of four or six."

The blond young man suddenly put forward a condition, "Twenty-eight, I want 80.00%."

"?! Why don't you go grab it! Are you short of money, sir? Can you just treat it as a 20.00% wedding gift for me?!"

"I have no shortage." Draco Malfoy curled his lips, "It's considered a wedding gift for me to sign you to publish, Miss, and you also said that you just started a publishing house, and now you probably don't have any works. You want to sign me It's also for good performance, I guess right?"

"...Malfoy really doesn't have any good stuff." Pansy Parkinson muttered, the girl glanced at her friend's complacent look and gritted her teeth, "Deal!"

"Happy to you Mrs. Zabini." Draco Malfoy toasted Pansy with tea instead of wine, "Where have you booked for lunch?"

"Your home." Pansy Parkinson lowered her head and quickly sent a message to her assistant. She has already started preparing for the contract with Draco Malfoy, "You can choose your main course, and for dessert, please give me a lemon frozen cheese pudding unique to your Malfoy estate." , less sugar, add a green grape."

"Okay, for the sake of you being my responsible editor in the future, as you wish." Draco Malfoy snapped his fingers and explained the request for lunch, but unexpectedly received it from the house elf to a package.

"It's from Mr. Potter, and it says it must be delivered to you as soon as possible." The elf explained when he put the package on the coffee table.

Draco Malfoy nodded slightly to express his understanding, and opened the package under the eyes of the two friends full of gossip and curiosity.

Inside is a key and a card.

"Merlin's beard!" Pansy Parkinson looked at the brass key that Draco Malfoy took out of the box in shock, "Did that tycoon Potter buy you a suite?"

Draco Malfoy was also full of doubts. He opened the card that came with the key, and there was only one address written on it, an address that was fairly familiar to both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

[83b Diagon Alley]

"If I remember correctly, this isn't from the previous case—?" Pansy Parkinson asked in confusion, "Just the suspect who tried to win you over?"

"Yes." Draco Malfoy played with the keys and cards in his hands.

Blaise Zabini tentatively guessed, "Did he buy that store?"

"God knows." The blond young man frowned, and he still doesn't understand what the savior is playing.

"Go and see?"

"talk later."

He stuffed the key and card into his pocket, took out his phone and sent another message to his boyfriend in Paris.

[Draco Malfoy: What the hell Potter? ]

Unexpectedly, the other party responded to the message in seconds.

[Harry Potter: Guess what? ]

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes at the screen.

Guess your uncle.

***

Even so, it's impossible to say that he wasn't curious about the relationship between the key and number 83b.

Draco Malfoy saw off his two friends after lunch, Apparated to Diagon Alley by himself, and found the approximate location of 83B Diagon Alley according to the route he remembered going with Harry Potter last time.

But when he was about to reach number 83B, Draco Malfoy was stunned.

What the fuck is this? !

The blond youth roared wildly in his heart.

The house was the same house, and the pointed tower was still there, largely unchanged, except—

Why is there a very eye-catching light purple signboard with LAVANDE written on it? !And there are two lavenders painted under the signboard? !What kind of barren thing is this small and fresh light purple style of painting!I fuck you Harry Potter!

Wait a minute?

Draco Malfoy raised his head, as if he saw a few small words under the letters "LAVANDE" on the signboard, he hurried over, and as expected, the line of small words below marked the business scope of this shop.

Potion customization.

Together with the name of the store, it is - LAVANDE Potion Customization.

……

…………

………………

Good, he now knew exactly why Harry Potter sent him a key.

Draco Malfoy admitted that he had never thought of opening a potions shop as a potion dealer; he also admitted that he had indeed mentioned this idea to Harry Potter, but——!

When the hell did I say I wanted to open a store with this name? Damn it!God damn Harry Potter!Gan!

Draco Malfoy was holding the copper key with bruises on his forehead, luckily the black-haired curly-haired idiot didn't appear in front of him at this moment, otherwise he really wanted to throw a Legilimency out to see what was going on in that guy's mind!

The blond young man inserted the key into the keyhole, then glanced vigilantly at the environment around the street, and when no one noticed his behavior, he quickly turned the lock and opened the wooden door, and walked in with lightning speed.

Draco Malfoy swears, this is the fastest and nimblest he's ever been in his life, even faster than he was trying to snatch the Snitch on the Quidditch pitch back then!

After all, it's a fucking shame to let him walk into this shop in a grandiose and leisurely way!

Draco Malfoy turned and locked the shop door, the silver-white wind chime above his head was still tinkling in a crisp scale.He began to look around the store.

The interior decoration unfortunately formed a unified color tone with the sign outside the house, perfectly following the natural color of the lavender species - light purple.Most of the hardware equipment in the store are also light purple and white echoing each other, and dotted with some golden lines, which highlights a little style.The sofa in the rest area is also made of cloth texture, which is also purple, but slightly darker, a bit like the wallpaper of Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy noticed two bears, teddy bears, in the center of the round table in front of the sofa in the lounge area.

One is pure white with a light gold ribbon around its neck; the other is a brown bear with a pair of round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of its nose.

The blond young man bent down and carefully picked up the little bear wearing glasses from the table. His gloomy expression gradually softened after seeing the two little bears after he entered the door. He stretched out his finger and poked it Poked the tip of the brown bear's black nose, and muttered threateningly: "FUCKYOUPOTTER."

As soon as Draco Malfoy finished speaking, the entrance door was suddenly unlocked by someone from the outside, so frightened that the blond youth subconsciously threw the doll in his hand into the sofa.

As the welcoming wind chimes rang again, Draco Malfoy's unruly black hair was the first thing that came into his sight, and then his boyfriend, who was supposed to be on a business trip in Paris, came in from outside the store.

"Potter?" Draco Malfoy was a little surprised.

"Hi." Harry Potter waved at him, "Surprised?"

"Early?" Draco Malfoy asked.

"Yes." Harry Potter was walking towards him.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I went to the manor, the elf told me."

Draco Malfoy glanced at the furnishings in the shop, "Are they all your masterpieces?"

"That's right." Harry Potter stood still in front of him, blinking, "I designed it myself, how about it?" The savior folded his forearm and looked back and forth at the decoration in the store, looking very satisfied with the decoration result, "I didn't expect it to be quite Come on, I thought it would take two or three days."

"What, what, what?" Gritting his teeth, the blond man picked up another bear on the round table and threw it straight at the savior, "Fuck you, Harry Potter! When the hell did I say I'm going to open a store!"

"Huh?!" Harry Potter was inexplicably scolded and attacked by a doll. He grabbed the bear that was thrown at him and shouted, "Didn't you say it yourself?! It was at the Ministry of Magic that day!"

Draco Malfoy yelled back angrily, "Did I say I was going to be called LAVANDE?! Huh?!"

"Oh..." Harry Potter hugged the white bear and pinched Yuanyuan's ears guiltily, his eyes drifted away, "Uh...look...this name...actually...pretty nice...isn't it...um ..."

"..." Draco Malfoy asked with a gloomy face, "And what's going on with this decoration?!"

"Just...you have to go along with the name of the store, you're right." The savior chuckled dryly.

Draco Malfoy was so angry that his head ached, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, and when he opened his eyes again, the black-haired savior still smirked at him without remorse, Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes at him, and then stretched out his hand to be hugged by Harry Potter The white bear in the picture was pulled out and thrown on the sofa beside him to be the company of the previous brown bear. Then, while the savior was not paying attention, he hugged the other's waist, and precisely pointed at the corner of his mouth that was still tinged with a smile. Kissed.

The savior didn't resist, and obediently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, slowly licking and sucking Draco Malfoy's thin lips.

The blond young man's angry attack was worn away by the savior's soft kiss, and the initial heavy attack gradually became softer. He held the savior in one hand, and picked the savior's jaw with the other. His cunning tongue Changing direction to catch another equally wet existence.They pushed each other, hugged each other, entangled each other, exchanged territory and sovereignty again and again, and used their breath to seduce each other's smell.

When they ended the kiss, Draco Malfoy was already sitting on the sofa in the shop, while Harry Potter was straddling his lap, and the savior's glasses were taken off by the other party at some point.

The savior lowered his head and rubbed his boyfriend's lips, the tip of his tongue traced the line of the other's lips, and finally stopped on the middle lip, and ended the kiss with a provocative suck.

Harry Potter snatched back his glasses from Draco Malfoy, and finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly again.

Before Harry Potter could speak, Draco Malfoy questioned again: "Explain Potter clearly, what's going on with this house?"

The Savior pulled himself off his boyfriend's lap, lifted the teddy bear from the sofa next to Draco Malfoy, and sat himself in.

"I sent it to you." The savior explained naturally, "You didn't mean to open a store. I thought the location of this store was good, so I bought it."

"...Isn't this house involved in the previous case?" Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes, "Our dedicated Auror Deputy Director, Mr. Harry Potter, will also use power for personal gain?"

The savior stuffed the little brown bear into Draco Malfoy's arms, "You're thinking too much, I'm going through the proper procedure of this house." He continued under his boyfriend's still bewildered gaze, "This store was originally vacant , itself does not belong to AnnaMolson, they just took advantage of a loophole and used it as a temporary foothold."

Draco Malfoy nodded knowingly, but having said that, Harry Potter was hastily transferred away by the Paris Ministry of Magic after they had finished interrogating Oakes at the Ministry of Magic that day, and Draco Malfoy knew nothing about it.

"What happened to that case?" the blond asked casually.

"Larry Oakes was detained on charges of threatening the personal safety of others, deliberately making black magic items, disrupting public order, using the Unforgivable Curse, and intentionally arson."

"Azkaban?" Draco Malfoy frowned subconsciously when he mentioned the term.

"Yeah." Harry Potter nodded, "But Anna Molson was released two days ago."

"Freed?" Draco Malfoy was surprised. "Not an accessory?"

"No." The savior shook his head, and then heaved a long sigh, "That woman is not the owner of a potion material store at all, but an information dealer."

"That is to say, Oakes got all the information from her?"

"Yes." Harry Potter leaned against the back of the sofa, slid down with the teddy bear in his arms, and finally rested his head on the edge of the back of the sofa, looking sideways at his boyfriend, "Including those prejudices against you, all came from Anna Molson."

"You mean she did it on purpose?" Draco Malfoy still didn't quite understand. "What's in it for her?"

Harry Potter shrugged his shoulders, "She didn't say anything, I have to admit that she did a great job, and the Aurors can only prove that she provided Oakes with information sources, but all the ways she obtained information were aboveboard, including The names behind the virtual IDs in those forums that she found are all following legal procedures." The savior reached out and patted the back of Draco Malfoy's hand lightly, "Don't worry, I read the transcript and she didn't mean to harm you .”

"Oh, purely for watching a show? I'm really afraid that the world will not be chaotic." Draco Malfoy snorted coldly.

"Probably." The savior let out a sigh of relief, and then smiled softly, "Now you are safe, Mrs. Lavender."

Draco Malfoy lowered his head slightly and curled his mouth, "Yes, do I still have to thank our resourceful and brave savior for throwing me out as a source of stress to stimulate the suspect so that the other party lost control and was finally taken into custody?"

Harry Potter laughed, "You understand everything?"

"I'm not stupid." Draco Malfoy gave him a blank look.

"Hmm..." Harry Potter looked up at his boyfriend sitting next to him, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then poked his finger on the other's forearm, "On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I would like to express my respectful thanks to Mr. Draco Malfoy? Thank you for putting your own reputation at risk Actively cooperate with the Aurors to handle the case?"

Draco Malfoy smiled when he heard that, "Thanks—?" He raised his eyebrows, bent down and approached the savior, half-length blond hair fell from his ears, and his gray eyes were full of desire and expectation, "Then I want to see, what are you going to do?" How do you thank me?"

Harry Potter poked out the tip of his tongue restlessly and licked his own lips, raised his wrist lazily on Draco Malfoy's shoulder, traced the pulse of his boyfriend's neck with his fingertips and teased him, and finally curled his fingers to play with the ends of his boyfriend's hair Get up, "Does Mr. Malfoy have any special requests?"

"That depends on the sincerity of the savior."

The blond young man caressed the savior's cheek, and his fingertips brushed the skin of his lover's face towards his eyes.