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"Harry!"

When Harry pushed the door halfway open, someone called his name from behind. Harry turned around, and saw a woman in a formal suit standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up at him with her hands crossed, her brown hair was still fluffy, but it didn't weaken the master's sharp expression in the slightest.

——Why do my friends seem to have messy hair too.Could it be that like attracts like?

Harry ruffled his hair while thinking, and put on a smiling face: "Hey, Minister Granger, long time no see."

"I didn't see you for a long time. The election results were announced today, and you promised to come, why didn't I even see your figure?" Hermione asked aggressively, not intending to be fooled by him.

"Ahem, it's not because...I've been busy with work lately..." Harry replied with a smile. "Besides, we already know the result, so it doesn't matter whether you go or not... You will definitely be elected! Which one of them can be your opponent?"

"Come on, you resigned as the Auror commander a year ago and went to work as a flight instructor for the children. Are you going to convince me that you were forced to work overtime by the children?" Hermione threw out a letter of employment. "Here, the honorary minister's position, do you want to sit?"

"This..." Harry hurriedly took the letter of appointment. "This is not good. Since you have already become a minister, you still use me as an honorary minister..."

"No work, no salary, just name." Hermione's sales pitch was really not attractive at all.She laughed. "Do you still need me to say it directly? You said that you didn't do much this year, but you actually did a lot of effort to build up my campaign. I know that part of my votes would not have been obtained without you. Now that I have just taken office, the foundation If you are not stable, you should save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and give me a name to give me courage."

"That's fine, I'm not going to work." Harry knew that it would be pointless to refuse any further.The plan had been slowly taking shape in his mind when he walked out of the office of the Minister for Magic a year ago.Of course he knew that everything he could do at that time was just a stopgap measure. If he really wanted to keep his and Draco's future lives unaffected, the most straightforward way would be that the Minister of Magic really didn't treat him well. any hostility.He himself is not capable of being a minister, but Hermione is a ready candidate.Now that this plan has been realized, having the name of this honorary minister can be regarded as double insurance.

——Tsk tsk, I can be regarded as being selfish.

Thinking so, Harry signed the letter of appointment and handed it back: "You have to do your best, Minister, and don't let the general public down."

"It's up to you to say." Hermione had long wanted to make drastic reforms, and now that this opportunity finally came, of course she had to make good use of it.Regarding this, Ron was very resentful.He really wants a baby.Hermione checked it carefully and put away the letter of appointment.Tilting his head and thinking for a while, he asked, "Your... hasn't made any progress recently?"

"He's probably going to sleep until he's old." Harry shook his head with a smile. "Lian Qiu is planning to give up, and it's been a month since I came here. But although there's no progress, it hasn't gotten worse. If he wants to sleep, I watch him sleep. It's good to watch him sleep. "

"You are really easy to satisfy. After taking care of the patient for a year and still not leaving, I believe you are true love." Hermione nodded. "What about the mark? Is it still indelible?"

"I was true love." Harry retorted almost simultaneously in a low voice.When Hermione asked about the Dark Mark, he sighed and shook his head. "It is estimated that the one on his arm will become the last Dark Mark. Qiu also thought of a lot of ways, but he just can't get rid of it. Her last proposal was too bloody, so I didn't agree." Harry thought about it for a moment, shaking his head fiercely .Qiu finally said that he could completely cut off that piece of skin and wait for a new one to grow, but Harry strongly rejected it. "Besides, I also figured it out. I love him. We have gone through so many things, how could we be shaken by a mark? I would rather watch that mark remain than have Qiu undergo that terrible operation." On his arm. I don't want him to bleed and cry by my side, I can't bear it."

"Hey, it's so nasty." Hermione shook her shoulders and opened her arms. "I don't have time to hear that you are poor. I guess you can't say much congratulations now. So hurry up and give me a hug. I have something to go."

Harry smiled a little embarrassedly, took two steps forward, and embraced him with open arms.

This hug was not long, it lasted about three seconds or so.Hermione rested her chin on Harry's shoulder, just in time to see through the half-open door.At the end of this hug, I still couldn't hold back a small exclamation: "WOW."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked strangely.

"Nothing." Hermione smiled strangely, waved her hand and ran away. "Goodbye, next time I have time to treat you to dinner."

"It's...inexplicable..." Harry looked at her running away quickly, muttered, then turned around and walked towards the house.When one foot just stepped into the door, he raised his head, and his eyes naturally fell on the stairs facing him.His footsteps stopped, and he couldn't help but exclaimed shortly: "Ah."

There was a person leaning against the top of the familiar staircase.He was wearing the beige nightgown that he bought back later, the belt seemed to be re-tied and looked neat.The light blonde long hair that has reached the shoulders is tied low with a ribbon.He just looked in the direction of the door, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That was Hermione, Hermione Granger. She became Minister today, and I just... congratulated her," Harry said almost reflexively.As soon as the words came out, he wanted to bite off his tongue.How could this be the first thing he said to the waking Draco?Why was he in such a hurry to explain?He didn't have to explain it!But he just couldn't control it, he didn't know when Draco woke up, and he didn't know when Draco stood there... Merlin, his mind is really messed up now, he hasn't been like this for a long time At a loss.

Harry walked into the room with some embarrassment, and closed the door behind his back.When the door made a soft "click", he panicked again.He didn't know why he had to close the door. Would it be abrupt to close the door like this?But why is it so abrupt?Merlin, Merlin, help me, even he himself can't figure out what he is thinking.

Draco didn't seem to care at all, he walked down the stairs, his voice was as elegant and pleasant as he remembered: "Is this your house?"

"Yes!" Harry replied almost immediately, without even waiting for Draco's final words to fall completely.

Draco seemed startled by his sudden voice, paused for a moment, then took two more steps and stopped in front of the wall.There were some photos hanging on the wall behind him, at that time he randomly picked a few and hung them up, now that Draco stopped in front of those photos, he was inexplicably embarrassed, and even started to secretly observe if there was anything wrong with these photos.

"Nice photo," Draco said.

"Hmm...mmmm." Harry replied vaguely.His eyes wandered away and fell on every corner of the room.He started to look everywhere.

"It's just that I don't like the curtains," Draco continued.

"Curtains?" Harry looked over.Those were the curtains he bought casually when he first moved in. They were made of thick flannelette, which could completely block the light from outside.He once thought that this curtain was really amazing, but when Draco said this, he suddenly felt that this curtain was really bad, really bad. "anything else?"

"Anything else?" Draco was also taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect to get such an answer.Simply tentatively followed up one by one. "There are also beds, quilts, pillows, wallpaper, and these furniture..."

"It can be changed." Harry said firmly.

"Change?" Draco wondered if he had heard wrong, he asked again.

"Yes, change." Harry nodded impatiently. "Everything, curtains, beds, quilts, pillows, whatever you think is not good, we can change it."

Draco hesitated, then said, "Actually, this house..."

"If you don't want to live here," Harry blurted out, still without thinking. "We can also move away, to a place you like."

Draco didn't continue what he had just said.He stared fixedly at Harry, with a hint of probing, and suddenly moved closer, touching Harry's cheek, the hot breath from his breath brushing his hair and passing by his ears, and the unfamiliar yet familiar low and gentle voice brushed over his ears , lightly got into the ears: "We...couldn't be lovers?"

Harry's pupils dilated suddenly, and he forgot to even breathe.

- lover?

Yes, the two of them have never established a relationship.Or that they never had a chance to be able to establish a relationship.They have only confessed and accepted unilaterally, but they have never confirmed it face to face.

So now, Draco suddenly asked this question, what does it mean?

Harry didn't know how to answer, he licked his lips, a little discouraged: "I...I don't know..."

Draco had retreated to where he had just been.He watched Harry's reaction, and he didn't know why a happy feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.He smiled and said briskly: "Don't be nervous. I probably slept for a long time, and my body is a little stiff, and so is my brain. There are some things I don't remember, so I may always have to ask. "

"You...don't remember?" Harry was stunned, and repeated.This was something he hadn't thought about.But after hearing what Draco said, he became anxious again.What does he remember?What did you forget? Harry wondered if it would be bad to ask directly, but he really wanted to know.

"Yeah, I don't remember. Like that question. I don't think I've slept in a stranger's house for so long, but there's not a single picture of me in this house—or, like, I've been involved in There is no trace of past, even if it is a lover, I am afraid it is too far-fetched." Draco smiled politely. "However, your reaction just now is really interesting."

——It should be said yes!

The thought slipped into Harry's mind at once.He didn't want to cheat Draco, but at this moment he really felt inexplicably lost.He thought that if there was really regret medicine, he would probably swallow it without hesitation.

"You... well, don't you remember anything?" Harry hesitated, but finally couldn't help asking.

"It seems so." Draco nodded.He walked into the dining room and stopped in front of the table.He turned and looked at Harry across the table. "I found a strange pattern on my arm, like a tattoo. Was I a tattoo person before?"

"No, it's not." Harry waved his hand, and he didn't know why he suddenly became incoherent. "That... that mark, has something to do with something you have experienced in the past... If, if you want to hear it, I can tell you a little bit. I... I happen to know a little bit."

"Oh, it seems that our relationship is indeed a bit unusual." Draco was still smiling, he paused for a moment, then continued. "But if you tell me, it's unnecessary."

"Huh?" It was Harry's turn to be curious this time.Aren't those who have lost their memories desperately trying to find their lost memories?

"Don't get me wrong." Draco was still smiling. "I think, since I don't hesitate to spend such a long time and sleep for such a long time to forget the past, it must not be a good memory. Since I have tried my best to forget it, why bother to recall it again? "

Harry thought about it, and this sentence really made a lot of sense.In fact, he really didn't want to tell Draco about those experiences.Those who have experienced pain are very painful, if they really forget, it is not a bad thing.Thinking of this, Harry also heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, you are right."

Draco suppressed his smile, he stared fixedly at Harry's face, Harry didn't dare to smile anymore, and stretched out his hand to touch his face: "Is there... is there something on my face?"

"No." Draco shook his head. "I just think it's very comfortable to look at you. Presumably I didn't hate you before."

——This is wrong.You really hate me.We used to really hate each other.

Harry's thoughts drifted to the time when they met for the first time, in Madam Malkin's robe shop, on the Hogwarts special train, in the fantastic auditorium they stepped into for the first time, in the classroom, in the Forbidden Forest, in the stadium , in Myrtle's bathroom, in the infirmary, in the Shrieking Shack, in the attic of the Hog's Head.

It turned out that they had known each other for so long.The person in front of him has already existed in his life for so long without knowing it.

Harry was in a daze.In such a long time, some time has slipped away secretly.And he missed a lot.If you want to make up for the lost years that even the Philosopher's Stone can't bring back, is there any other way?

Draco watched quietly as the man across the table slowly slipped into memory.He felt that it might really be a very long memory, but he really couldn't resonate with it.There is a blank in his memory, the earliest scene is what just happened at the door.So he knocked on the table and pulled the man back to reality: "There is one more question, it's hard to talk about, but I really need to know it urgently."

Harry looked at him nervously.Even Harry himself didn't understand why he was so nervous when he met Draco.He thought that he had taken care of Draco for more than a year, and the tension should probably be gone, but when Draco stood in front of him and talked to him like this, his palms were sweating from nervousness.

Harry desperately resisted the urge to pinch himself to see if it was all a dream.He thought, if it was really a dream, then he shouldn't wake up either.

Draco looked at this man in anxious self-struggle with some amusement, he didn't know what kind of ideological struggle this man was doing, but he just found it inexplicably enjoyable to watch.He looked at it quietly for a while, and then said: "I don't remember my name, maybe you can tell me, what is my name?"

"draco." Harry blurted out again.After thinking about it, I added it. "Dracomalfoy, this is, your name."

"Dracomalfoy." Draco said it silently, laughing. "Sounds like a good name."

Harry smiled too.To be honest, he didn't know what he was laughing at.But that's okay, he just wanted to laugh.

"Then," Draco leaned forward, offering his hand over the table. "Dracomalfoy. Nice to meet you."

Harry lowered his eyes in astonishment, looking at the pointy fingertips on that hand.This scene is so familiar, it jumped into memory almost instantly, and traveled quickly through the changes of light and shadow, and finally landed on the stairs of the first grade.The children who stepped into Hogwarts for the first time crowded on the grand staircase outside the auditorium, excitedly waiting for the upcoming sorting session.At that time, a little boy with blond hair walked up to him through the crowd, and stretched out his hand to him. His pale skin, thin wrist, and pointed fingers fell on his shoulders. In front of him, it fell into his eyes.

That time, he failed to hold that hand.

He thought it might be his last chance.Since then, that hand never stretched out in his direction again, even in many dreams, he never had the chance to hold that pale, trembling fingertip again.

But now, it finally appeared in front of him again.He saw that its owner was still the same pair of gray-blue eyes, but at this moment there was a soft ray of light emerging from the familiar arrogance hidden in the eyes.

——Perhaps, those missed options can really have a chance to be completed.

——Perhaps, those missed times can really be rewritten.

Harry spread his palms and wiped them vigorously on his pants.He still felt the sticky sweat on his palm, but he couldn't wait any longer, he didn't know what to do if he missed it again this time, he didn't dare to think, he wouldn't miss it again.

He finally took that hand.Gently, not daring to use force.The slight coolness transmitted from the white fingertips went all the way up his arms and fell into his heart.

Harry suddenly calmed down, and those hot and anxious feelings disappeared in an instant. Harry felt the corners of his mouth curl up unconsciously.

Now it's... so nice.

"Harry Potter.

"Nice to meet you."

--THAN--

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it's over!Everyone!Thanks for the support!Goodbye! (no

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They lived happily ever after~

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