19 years later

The door of the Three Broomsticks Bar was pushed open, and a little rain seeped in with the door switch, and he lay powerlessly on the ground, being waded by his boots that were not stained at all.

Hermione lifted the Waterproof Charm from her body, and raised her eyes to find Harry sitting in the corner.

Harry lifted his head as if in response, and smiled at her.

"Long-lost drink," Harry said after she sat down, swishing the glass of butterbeer.

The long-lost smile.Hermione said in her heart.

Hermione hadn't seen Harry so relaxed for a long, long time.She suddenly felt that something special was going to happen today.A woman's intuition.

But Harry didn't make a sound after saying that.The sound of the rain was like a lullaby, and the bar was very quiet, only the sound of murmurs and clinking glasses.

correct.Hermione thought, today is not Hogsmeade Open Day, the students are all in class.

Harry seemed to think the same as Hermione. He turned his head and looked out the window. Through the patter of rain, he could only vaguely see the railway tracks laid for the Hogwarts Express not far away, extending to the vicinity of the Black Lake.Harry made a sound like a sigh.

Long-lost Hogwarts.

Today is not Hogsmeade Open Day, nor is it a day off.Hermione took half the day off to drink.Harry wanted to talk to her, and she didn't even wait until the weekend because she didn't want Harry to have time to go back on his word.Don't say that Harry asked to talk actively, even if he was passive.

But Harry didn't say anything now.And she didn't want to waste a precious half a day.

"Ron told me everything." She opened her mouth, and finally decided not to foreshadow anything.

Harry turned back to look at her with surprise and a smile in his eyes.

Hermione hadn't been this straightforward since the end of the war.She was a politician, used to beating around the bush; at the same time, she was concerned about Harry's restlessness since then.

But Harry prefers this kind of Hermione, the long-lost Hermione.Direct and decisive.

"Yes." Harry replied.

"What are you going to tell me?" Hermione continued the direct conversation.

"Hmm." Harry turned his head to look at the broken raindrops on the window again. "I'm leaving England."

Hermione didn't react for a moment: "What?"

"I'm going to find Draco," Harry said softly and firmly.

It's that kind of talk again.Hermione saw Harry's face softened against the bright, warm lights of the bar.

"…" She didn't want to hit Harry or provoke his anger.But she no longer wanted to hear such words. "Harry. You've been looking for him for 15 years. Nothing."

Harry turned his head sharply, his green eyes looked cold under the glasses.

"He was just mad at me. I promised him, I promised him to keep Parkinson and Zabini out of Azkaban. But I didn't. He was just mad at me, not seeing me. I would Found him. He's just mad at me. He's still waiting for me in a corner, and I'll definitely find him!" Harry said incoherently, his tone hurried.

Paranoia and fear, to the fullest.

Hermione looked at Harry with some horror, she wasn't even sure if Harry was normal now.

"He might be dead! Wake up, Harry!" she yelled.

Harry's expression turned ferocious for a moment, and he panted and lowered his head.

"He can't be dead."

He paranoidly thought where Draco was still waiting for him.His Draco, was just angry.

Draco became a spy for the first time, in order to protect his family.The Order of the Phoenix is ​​broken.

Draco became a spy for the second time, and the condition he put forward was to repay the friendship he owed.The Order of the Phoenix has failed again.

So Draco was angry, too angry to see him.He stubbornly and paranoidly thinks so, even though 15 years have passed, there is still nothing around him.

How could he possibly believe that Draco was dead?The man with blond hair and gray eyes has been living in his dream.

Harry looked up. "He can't be dead," he repeated, looking into Hermione's eyes, as if to confirm.

Hermione fell silent.

She saw it with her own eyes.In fact, a lot of people saw it, except Harry.They all saw the green light fly in Malfoy's direction, and Malfoy fell to the ground.

But how could she say it? For 15 years, no one dared to tell Harry.No one doubted that Harry would take his own life if he found out.

They froze looking at each other.The warmth inside the bar was in sharp contrast to the continuous rain outside the window. The sound of the rain suddenly amplified in the silence, mixed with the sound of raindrops beating on the window continuously.The coldness seemed to squeeze in through the cracks in the window.

"I've been looking for him in England," Harry said suddenly. "Now I want to go to other countries to find him."

Hermione was silent for a while, and said, "Why are you suddenly going to find him again? You obviously haven't mentioned this for a long time."

"I had a dream," Harry said, "I dreamed that, before the Parkinson's battle, Draco and I were discussing traveling around the world after the war."

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On a rainy night, a fire flickered inside the room.

"At the latest, next week. In the final decisive battle, we will break into Parkinson Manor, the headquarters of the Death Eaters." With the patter of rain, Harry's words were cold and decisive.

The silence was suffocating.Draco made a low sound, half a sigh, half a laugh.

"It's finally over," he said.

At last, this tiring war is coming to an end.

And his indefinable connection with Draco.

But it seems that he is unwilling.For that confession that ended without a disease.It seems that I still hope for a slight response, even if it is a refusal, don't act like nothing happened.

Harry stood up abruptly, leaning over Draco, resting his fingertips on top of his eyelashes.

Under the eyelashes are thick dark circles that no amount of radiance spells can hide.

For a split second Harry felt his heart constrict violently.

He finally straightened up, his fingers didn't go down any more, he retracted from the hollow, and squeezed the air.

"Don't get hurt," he said.The voice trembled inadvertently.

Harry turned around, ready to leave.He didn't see Draco slowly raise his head when he turned away, with forbearing nostalgia in his gray pupils.

"Harry Potter." The whisper-like voice was crushed by the sound of the rain, but it was still keenly heard by Harry.He turned around, with an eagerness he hadn't noticed.

Green pupils met gray pupils, the fire and the rhythm of the rain jumped in each other's pupils, as if they had been longing for thousands of times in a dream for so many years.Needless to say, you already know.

"After the war... let's leave together..." Draco said softly.

Harry stared at Draco intently.

Together, he said, leave this England that has given them too much trouble together.

"Okay." Harry couldn't help smiling. "I haven't gone out to see it yet, Paris, Venice, Zurich... I want to go and see it..."

Draco stood up too, staring at Harry.

"I'll watch it with you.

"Harry."

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During Harry's narration, Hermione was silent for a long time.

Finally, she raised her head, as if she had made up her mind: "Then you go to him..."

Since he promised you a promise, he wants to accompany you to see the beauty of the world.

After all, she is a sensual woman and a bystander.She couldn't get involved in their story.If Harry insisted, she wouldn't be able to stop him.

The rain showed signs of stopping, and the dark clouds were barely torn apart, revealing white fluff.

She silently begged Merlin to be kind to Harry.

The author has something to say: I don’t know how to write the end of this chapter, it’s so weird.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems a bit cruel. Before the decisive battle, I was full of joy and thought that I could stay with my sweetheart, and there would be no more wars, and I could live a happy life, but after the decisive battle, my sweetheart disappeared...