[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Harry put the red wine aside, stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water and bubble bath salts, and lay down relaxed.

This spacious bathroom, which is almost as big as the bedroom, is hidden in the corner of her small bedroom, behind a hidden door, made by the space expansion spell.

Harley may not pursue the spaciousness of the bed, but the enjoyment of the hot tub is absolutely inseparable.After experiencing the prefect's bathroom at the age of 14, she vowed to have one in the future.

She always thought that she still knew how to enjoy life, and she didn't live like an ascetic as Hermione said.

Which ascetic monk eats organic food every day and buys a cabinet of high heels?

She likes her current secluded life, no one will condemn her because she is incompetent, and no one will fear her because she is too powerful.

"I mean love life! Harry! Cedric has been gone for so many years! Don't shut yourself up anymore!" Hermione's ear whispered, and it sounded vividly, as if she had implanted a little Hermione in her heart. same in mind...

"It has nothing to do with Cedric! What era is it! You can live a good life alone!" Harry retorted loudly in his heart.

It really has nothing to do with Cedric. It was an adolescent obsession at the age of 14. Although it is unforgettable, it will not make her sad for the rest of her life.

She flicked the bubbles in the tub, and inadvertently, her eyes once again fell on the one-foot-plus scar in the middle of her chest, which had already faded and turned pink.This is the mark "acquired" when he performed missions with Malfoy in his first year as an Auror.

In order to atone for his sins, Draco reversed the public opinion of Malfoy's surname. After the war, he joined the Auror team with everyone's jaw dropping.

However, no one wanted to partner with him, so Halle stood up.

As it turned out, choosing Malfoy as his partner was exactly the right move.All the remnants of the Death Eaters after the war regarded Harley as a thorn in their side, and when they met on narrow roads, 90% of their firepower would be concentrated on her.

With Malfoy, however, that number plummeted to 60%.Because the Death Eaters couldn't decide which one they hated most, the sworn enemy who killed their master, or the traitor who did meritorious service.

But people are bound to make mistakes, she is not a god, so naturally she also stumbles sometimes.

A black magic spell hit her, and blood flowed from her chest.Draco tore off her uniform in a panic, and poured all the white cream they were wearing on her body... This also caused the wound on his face to be healed in time, until Harry left the wizarding world , he has a scar.

When she woke up the next day, she was already in St. Munger.Beside the hospital bed was a large bouquet of flowers, and behind the flowers, Draco Malfoy hesitated to speak.

She understood what he wanted to say in that instant, which made her suddenly flustered and at a loss.

She admitted that she had come to appreciate Draco.After many tests, he is no longer that cowardly, arrogant little boy.But she didn't feel any heartbeat.

"Because you saw my breasts, you want to send me flowers? Is this some kind of pure-blood rule?" Harley used a joke to dispel any possibility of the two developing.

Malfoy was also tormented by conflicting feelings of impulsiveness and hesitation, and Harry could see that.

Old Malfoy certainly hoped that the family would be able to climb up to the war hero Harley at this juncture, but Draco would not pursue his feelings for the benefit of the family.He knew how complicated the public opinion would be in the future if Harry was really with him.So, tacitly, he also took a step back.

This is when she was closest to feelings in the wizarding world.

Mrs. Weasley has always wanted to match her with one of her sons, and even George and Charlie have been involved. Harry admits that having a family like the Weasleys is something he has always dreamed of.However, emotional matters cannot be forced.

And then in the wizarding world, maybe she was suspicious, she always felt...all the people who approached her had a purpose.

It wasn't like no one flirted with her after the age of 20, during the years of living in seclusion in the Muggle world.Many people asked for her phone number, but she never approached anyone, it was too much trouble, too many things to explain.

She'd tried dating a few Muggle youngsters, and often couldn't make it through the first date.Because she didn't know what to say—what to say and what not to say.

And after the two left, could he accept her secret?

Even in the first place, she needs to lie.She hates this feeling.

And the mysterious Mr. Wayne who suddenly appeared today, although he has proved that he is not a bad person, what is his purpose?

He has weapons that can defend against magic, and strength comparable to a giant... Who is he?

Harry closed his eyes, maybe, only tomorrow will know...

The alarm clock rang, and she jumped out of the bathtub in a jerk—this is the tragedy of people who live alone. They need to set the alarm clock when taking a bath, so as to prevent themselves from slipping into the bathtub and choking after falling asleep.

**************

Damian's showers are always timed in seconds.

He has shaved his hair, not to mention spending time washing his hair, and wearing a bat hood is also convenient.

Today, however, when Damian was about to turn off the water flow as usual, he suddenly realized that after the shower, there was no dark street waiting for him to maintain law and order.

Damian raised the temperature of the water a little more, closed his eyes, felt the touch of hot water, and interrupted his meditation several times by a pair of green eyes.

Maybe it's the blood relationship with Ah Fu, her turbulent life experience, or her indifferent attitude now?Damian has a natural affinity for her.

What is the nature of this closeness?

Considering Ah Fu who is like a family member, maybe he regards her as his younger sister.

In the years when he was just an adult, Dick and Alfred passed away one after another.In the midst of boundless grief, he experienced a period of ... "active".The Gotham media once concluded that Damian Wayne was crazier than Brussy in terms of the relationship between men and women.

Unlike his father and Dick had feared, Damian didn't hate women at all.On the contrary, he likes women, their soft bodies and delicate voices.

It's just that he found that he couldn't "deliver trust" like his father.

No matter how closed the father was, how painful and self-tortured he was for his childhood experiences, there were at least a few people in the circle of trust, including some women.He would open up to them, even revealing his secrets about being Batman.

Damian, on the other hand, couldn't do it at all.

He couldn't even take a step towards "trust".

Father would struggle to trust them, and Damian?Never, never thought about it.

He's just having fun with them and having sex with them.

Later, he got bored; later, he became a complete bat machine.

The time of wearing the uniform gradually exceeded that of the regular uniform, but he didn't realize it and didn't care.

And does Harriet, who lives in seclusion among strangers, also have trust issues?Will she tell the men close to her the secret of being a wizard?And your own combat experience?

Could they—these vulgar, ordinary men—can really understand her?Or will he nod with feigned sympathy, hold her hand, and hypocritically say that they understand her?Just to trick her into taking off/clothes/belt with sweet words?

Thinking of this, Damian turned off the shower irritably.

*************

The next morning, Damian showed up at the coffee shop around ten o'clock.This is a relatively leisurely time for Harley in the day, and the peak coffee consumption of morning office workers has just passed.

Considering that maybe someone from the Ministry of Magic would really come to make trouble, Harry sent away the last few customers, closed the shop, and cast a neglect spell on the place.

"Still double espresso, two sugars, Mr. Wayne?"

Both Harley and Damian are inexplicably at ease.

After he hummed, expressing his confirmation of the choice of coffee, he found a seat at random and sat down.Harry also turned around and started operating the coffee machine on his own.

She is still wearing a plaid shirt today—a new color, and her shoes are changed to a pair of gray ones, still with ten centimeter high heels.

Her coffee shop has been transformed like nothing has ever happened.It's just that the flamboyant crystal chandelier is gone.

Damian was amazed at the recovery speed of the shop, but after thinking about it for a while, it wasn't surprising, Harriet was a witch after all.

The coffee machine was rumbling, and the strong smell soon permeated the entire coffee shop.

She carried a tray with a small coffee cup on it, a plate of biscuits, and a glass of water, and walked towards Damian's seat.

"There are still some signature cookies left today. They are usually sold out by this time."

Damian wanted to decline, but since she said it was a sign...

Shrugging, he picked up a piece.

This familiar smell, a taste I haven't tasted for many years... Damian choked.

It's slightly different from Ah Fu's craftsmanship, but...it's the closest Damian has ever eaten.

Harry hesitated, then walked over to him and patted him on the back.

Damian poured the water down, "Where... did you learn this recipe?!"

"In Mom's notes...in the vault of Potter's house, there is a note that records recipes." Seeing that he had recovered, Harry packed up the coffee cups on the next table and said while walking towards the bar: " Aunt Petunia made it for Dudley too, something like that, maybe. I don't eat much, so I'm just vaguely impressed."

She said "did it for Dudley" instead of "did it for us"...

"Can you... teach me?"

Mr. Wayne's solemn tone made Harry turn around and look at him seriously.

"Of course... I can write the recipe to you right now."

*************

Since there would be no more customers in the store, Harry sat down opposite Mr. Wayne.

While waiting for the Ministry of Magic to find out, while listening to him tell the story of Grandpa Alfred - ambiguously.

Obviously, there are some secret stories about this grandpa and the Wayne family he serves, which cannot be told to her.

She stopped Mr. Wayne when he was going to fill in the blanks of Ah Fu's work content with lies again.

"I also have a secret, Mr. Wayne, I understand," Harry smiled politely, "If you don't want to tell me something, you can just refuse to answer it, you don't need to make up a lie."

Damian leaned back against the back of the sofa and squinted at her, "... so obvious?"

"I also sometimes need to lie to cover up my whole life," Harry shrugged, "so, I can hear this sense of disconnection."

"...OK," Damian chuckled helplessly, "then I really...have nothing to disclose. You just need to know that Alfred has made an irreplaceable contribution to a great cause. He's not an ordinary butler. He's family, he's a hero."

"I trust you, Mr. Wayne."

"You can... call me Damian."

"Okay, you can call me Harry."

Time advances imperceptibly.

At noon, Harry fried fish, and the two of them chatted one after another.

To outsiders, the way and content of this chat are quite strange.

Young men and women will stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation, and the other party will nod in understanding, and the topic will change naturally.

They both have too many secrets. In order not to waste their time on lies, they agreed not to tell what they could not tell, and the other party would not ask.

The plate of fried fish was replaced by coffee cups, tea and afternoon tea cakes...

It wasn't until the evening, when the sky turned dark and the bustling stream of off-duty people passed by the door of the store, that Harry realized that it was nearly five or six o'clock.

Damian grinned at him, "Congratulations, you can continue to live in seclusion here."

This confident, even triumphant smile made Harry suddenly realize that the other party was an extremely handsome man, but he had no hair...

Harry also smiled at him warmly, "Thank you for helping me."

"Regarding the purpose of your trip," Harry pushed the check on the table in Damian's direction, "I can't accept this money, Wayne...Damian, I don't even know this guy." Grandpa. But I'm grateful to have heard his story, and honored to have known you. Those are already rare bequests."

Her refusal was very firm, her eyes were very frank, "My parents left me enough to live in my life, and I also have the business income of the store. Donate it, donate it to those who need it, in the name of Grandpa A Fu .”

"you sure?"

Harry nodded earnestly.

Damian reluctantly put away the check and looked at the hurried passers-by outside the shop window.

It seems that I... really have no reason to stay any longer.

She looked at him quietly, and didn't urge him to leave. She even offered to entertain him for dinner in the store, and she could also take him to a well-known small store nearby.

This gave him an idea, and his blood surged.

He wants to be close to her.

"How about tomorrow? For dinner, I'll take you to a place."

Harry smiled, eyes sparkling, "Is this a date invitation, Mr. Wayne?"

of course!

But Damian smiled evilly, "I think today is also a date. What do you think, Miss Potter?"

Harry couldn't resist his fiery eyes for a few seconds, lowered his head, and blushed slightly.

She walks him to the door of the coffee shop.

Just go like this?Damian is not reconciled.

He held the door, turned and looked down at her.

He gripped the wooden door frame, feeling... the urge to lean towards her lips.

Need to ask permission? ...so silly, like a primary school student!

He's a Wayne, and he deserves to act straight away!

But he suddenly felt a sense of guilt, feeling that Ah Fu's spirit in the sky was cursing and condemning him.

She didn't dodge.He saw the violent shortness of breath under her shirt...

This kiss is tentative, restrained, even trembling.

He felt like he was back in adolescence...

"Tomorrow...it's settled, I'll pick you up."

Harry nodded.

After seeing off Mr. Wayne, Harry opened his eyes wide behind the closed shop door.

She actually kissed him!Or did he kiss her?

She brushed away the broken hair on her face, still resting her hand on her forehead, staring blankly at the floor.

What is she thinking? !She hasn't dated in ages!

Moreover, he is an American, and he cannot stay in England for long.

Merlin, what is she thinking about? Does she want to have a longer-term development?

It was a mess, the only clear thing was that she wanted to be close to him.

Never mind, she's an adult, Hermione said, enjoy life...