Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"The amulet of the Eye of Horus..." Harry browsed the brochure of the auction items for next week, and his eyes stayed on this emerald blue glazed product for a long time. "It's really special. Is this the item that Professor Eugene is interested in?"

"Yes, Lancelot has confirmed that the professor will attend the next auction just for it, but it is not known whether he wants to keep it for collection, for scientific research purposes, or to resell it later." Draco answered while stirring the potion he was going to apply on Harry.

It was already late at night, and I could even see a few stars in the sky outside the window.

Only Draco and Harry were there. Lancelot had escaped from the ward in the afternoon and had never returned.

"Should we buy it? Or is it enough to just attract Eugene's attention?" Harry turned to the last few pages of the brochure. The other collectibles were inlaid with beautiful gems or rare metals, with fine craftsmanship and peculiar shapes. Being able to appear together with these items, the amulet that Eugene liked must be very expensive.

Draco paused what he was doing and sighed with a hint of worry. "I'm afraid not. We are also responsible for the repair costs of the Muggle buildings and cars caused by the black dragon. Some parts cannot be completely repaired by magic. This auction obviously requires us to trade in Muggle currency. The quota for exchanging wizard currency for Muggle banknotes has been used up. Maybe the Ministry of Magic is afraid that we will take huge amounts of cash to bribe Muggles."

Harry had already used up his currency exchange quota at Gringotts last time, but he didn't expect the money to be spent so quickly. He lost it all shortly after he walked out of Gringotts.

"Then we just need to stop when he can no longer afford the price." Harry quickly proposed a solution.

Draco said with some regret: "Actually, I am also interested in several other items, the falcon-shaped ornaments and the snake-shaped couple rings. Look at pages six and ten."

Harry found the diamond snake-shaped wedding ring without much effort. Draco was right, it was indeed beautiful. The whole ring looked like a coiled cobra, with its eyes as bright red as blood drops, a pear-shaped emerald on its head, and a pattern of broken diamonds on its body.

The two snakes in the wedding rings have slightly different shapes, but are equally stunning.

"Snakes represent eternal love, protection, and rebirth in Egyptian culture." Draco walked to Harry's bed with the prepared potion. "I'm rarely interested in jewelry made by Muggles, but this is an exception."

"It's a pity that you met when you were most in need of money." Harry carefully looked at the tiny text on the brochure, which listed the Egyptian culture and the history of wedding rings. The dense introduction hinted that they had an extraordinary origin.

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Soon, Draco tapped the edge of the bowl with the small medicine brush, making a crisp sound, and Harry looked up from the brochure at the sound.

"Do you want to take it off yourself or do you want me to help you?" Draco looked down at Harry and said in a playful tone.

The bruises and scrapes from being thrown from mid-air healed quickly, but the main injuries that kept Harry in the hospital this time were the wound on the back of his neck from the dragon bite and his arm scorched by the flames.

The culprit that forced Harry to sleep naked on his stomach these days was the highly fluid but not quickly drying potion that Draco was holding in his hand.

According to the whisper that Lancelot conveyed to Harry, Draco chose the current treatment plan after discussing with the attending physician of rehabilitation, and Draco also took over all the work of the nurse in this ward.

Harry unbuttoned his hospital gown with one hand, and then took off his shirt obediently. Then he lay down on the bed, with his injured arm spread out to one side, pretending to be at the mercy of others.

Although several rounds of medicine application had been completed in the past few days, Draco now discovered that Harry's face, ears and neck, who were facing away from him, had a suspicious blush.

Draco was not in a hurry to apply the potion with the brush. At this moment, he was using his eyes to depict the slightly thin naked back of the savior. The slightly protruding shoulder blades and slender waistline were rising and falling with his breathing. The newly grown skin on his arms was obviously whiter than other places, and the wound on the back of his neck was obviously much lighter.

Draco deliberately added some ingredients that would not leave scars to the original potion formula.

He licked his lips subconsciously. The few rays of silver moonlight coming in from the window made Harry's back look even smoother. No one could leave any marks here. This flawless canvas belonged only to him.

Harry flinched uncontrollably as the brush dipped in potion swept over the wound.

"Itchy." Perhaps because his head was buried in the pillow, Harry's voice sounded sticky.

The next moment the furry touch of the brush disappeared, and was replaced by Draco's slightly cold fingertips. The muscles of the person on the bed were visibly tense for a few seconds before slowly relaxing.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were light breathing and the sound of potion being applied.

What a nuisance. He should be kept in a glass case so he doesn't get hurt every day.

After applying the potion, Harry looked like his upper body was covered with some kind of light green grass juice. Draco spent about ten minutes at the sink to completely rinse his hands. He was wearing a white shirt today and was very careful not to get the sticky potion on his clothes.

"Go to sleep." When Draco returned to the bedside again, he gently took off Harry's glasses and turned off the desk lamp, as if urging Harry to fall asleep early.

Draco has been resting next to Harry's bed these days. Although the small bed is not comfortable, listening to Harry's talking in his sleep still makes him feel more at ease.

Maybe he would be fully recovered in a day or two. Draco closed his eyes and dozed off, secretly wondering how long it would take for Harry's injuries to heal.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound in his ears, and Draco felt something grab his hand. He opened his eyes and found Harry looking at him, their fingertips interlocked, and the dripping potion felt sticky.

Draco felt a little flustered and was about to ask Harry what was wrong, but he found that the hand that had not yet fully recovered and was covered with potion was holding him tighter.

Draco moved closer to Harry, now very close, and there was no doubt that the emerald eyes were looking at him.

"..." Draco opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"You know what—" Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's shirt collar, and the sticky potion quickly left a stain on the white shirt.

"Know what?" Draco felt his throat dry.

"If I don't want to get drunk, no one can make me drink a drop of alcohol." Harry unbuttoned one of Draco's buttons, but his fingers, which had just recovered a little, were not very obedient.

"..."

"Or wearing a skirt and being called the queen of a play..." Harry continued to himself.

"..."

"We are all adults. Why are we still playing house?" The white shirt was already a mess from Harry's arms covered in potion.

"A long time ago." Draco answered with difficulty.

"Did your courage run out the first time you saw me? Or do you want to wrap me around you like a snake and eat me up?" The tip of his nose was about to touch the tip of his nose.

"..." Draco found that he had pushed Harry back onto the bed on his back, and now he was looking down at the savior with a hint of provocation.

"Hey." Harry used his injured arm to tear off the last piece of the shirt and put his arms around Draco's waist.

"Ok?"

"Kiss me."