[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

Chapter 9

After the meeting with the British Ministry of Magic, Lange visited Potter Manor again, and was surprised to see Draco in casual clothes eating dessert on the sofa.

When he was trying to stuff a piece of yellow peach covered in whipped cream into Harry's mouth, the long-sleeved wizard almost couldn't hold back the enthusiastic smile on his face.

It turns out that being targeted during the meeting was not an illusion——

After realizing the reason why someone was aggressive and refused to give an inch, Lange secretly wiped off his cold sweat and said with a dry smile, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy—"

Seeing Harry frowning slightly, he still ate the fruit brought to his mouth. He moved his feet to block the people behind him, put away his uneasiness and smiled naturally, "Thanks for taking care of me these days, I —We've come to say goodbye."

Draco sat down contentedly, glanced at the slightly unconvinced blond girl not far away, and then looked away indifferently.

After experiencing the most difficult afternoon tea time in his life, Lange, who was on pins and needles, led the person he brought away in a hurry. Judging by the conniving attitude of that person, the act of trying to send someone away was really a foolish trick.

Who would have thought that Lord Dark Lord and Patriarch Malfoy had such a relationship?

When the people walked away, Draco lowered his head and continued to eat snacks slowly.

Harry leaned back, turned his head to look at him pretending to be calm, after watching for a while, Draco couldn't hold it anymore, he fiddled with the cake on the plate with a small silver fork, and said solemnly: "I didn't scare him."

Harry smiled lightly.

This guy is as obedient as a harmless kitten in front of him, carefully avoiding any words and deeds that would make him unhappy, but always poking out his paws, testing his bottom line step by step.

Actually a little long-lost nostalgia.

He shook his head slightly, and reprimanded in a low voice: "I just like to mess around."

The corners of Draco's eyes raised happily, and he said confidently, "It's because he's too timid."

A smile suddenly appeared in his eyes. Harry raised his hand and gently scraped off a little cream on the corner of his lips. Draco subconsciously licked it. When he touched his finger, his face suddenly turned red.

Rubbing his fingertips that seemed a little hot, Harry's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to kiss the light-colored lips, tasting the flavors of sweet fruit and rich cream.

"It's sweet."

He commented softly, his fingers slowly running through the soft hair, when Draco closed his eyes obediently, a trace of forbearance and hot brilliance slipped through the dark green eyes, as if something boiling and turbulent Wanting to break through the shackles, he was forcibly suppressed in the depths of his eyes.

Harry frowned slightly because of this, and almost instinctively rejected those uncontrollable emotions. He paused for a moment, looked at the rosy cheeks in front of him for a while, and then continued the action just now, bowed his head and kissed deeply.

Blaise saw the charming and ambiguous scene in the reception room before he entered the door. The black-haired young man had a tough posture, pressing the person under him to the corner of the sofa and kissing wantonly. The messy and dazzling platinum gold was entangled between his fingers, which could be distinguished at a glance. Who is that person who forgets to respond.

He stopped and stepped back, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Draco heard footsteps while he was in a trance, and when he opened his eyes, the person in front of him had already stopped moving, restrained and let go of him gently, a pair of dark eyes faintly flashed a touch of softness.

After a while, Harry held his breath and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Blaise stepped into the door of the reception room, and the two of them had already sat down. He lowered his head and did not look at their expressions. He acted as if nothing had happened, and reported calmly: "Lord, there is news from the Ministry of Magic. Azkaban has black wizards robbing the prison, most of the attackers have been executed by the guards on the spot, and a few escaped."

"Is it the people who absconded from Knockturn Alley?" Harry asked in a flat tone.

"Yes." Blaise looked solemn, "Minister Scott has already led the law enforcement team over."

Harry nodded slightly, "Keep an eye on it."

Blaise responded, and glanced indistinctly in Draco's direction, and found that his friend's expression was not at all reluctant, but he was playing with the silver fork in his hand a little shyly.

Of the two people in front of him, one is calm and self-sustaining, the other has tender eyebrows, and their expressions are contrasting, which makes him more worried.

Harry glanced at him with a half-smile, picked up the cool black tea in front of him, took a sip, and casually put it down.

The sound of cups and saucers clashing was not loud, but Blaise's eyes twitched when he heard it. Seeing that Harry had no other orders, he quickly bowed and left.

Draco pursed his lips, and focused on the business, "The last time I did something to them, I was a little hasty."

"It's just right for Li Wei, I can't wait for everything to be arranged before I act." Harry paused, and changed the subject, "Don't worry about that, Draco, you don't want to do anything these days."

With a smile in his eyes, Draco looked at him with his chin propped up, "I've been fine for a long time."

Harry looked down at his injured arm for a moment, and said flatly, "You still have to make arrangements for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Someone from Germany will come soon."

"Okay." Draco felt a sweetness in his heart, his eyes seemed to be glued to his face, and he never moved away.

When the British Ministry of Magic was discussing with visiting wizards from various countries about the arrangements for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, fugitives who were running around were arrested one after another, including some notorious dark wizards.

After Blaise briefly reported on the raid, he mentioned several guests who had come from afar.

"Heinrich promised that if you are willing to shelter that young master until he reaches adulthood, within ten years, the saints will be at your service."

"Grindelwald is capable. He has disappeared for more than half a century, and there are subordinates who are willing to work for him." Harry's eyes were far away, as if he saw the old man who died in Nurmengard in his memory again, "However, those people Why do you think I would be willing to take on such trouble?"

For a force that doesn't know the truth and is loyal to others, facing the potential enemies of the saints is really not worth the loss.

Brace said in a low voice: "They said that in order to show their sincerity, they could first send some of the best therapists among the Saints to help treat Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger—"

Harry fell silent.

For the sake of Ron and Hermione, he had tried too many people and tried so many times that he had hardly given up hope.

But saints, after all, have profound background...

"Let them come." He said calmly, "Warning them, don't make random promises. If you can't do it, the British wizarding world will start to fully cooperate with the actions of wizards from all over the world to suppress the saints."

Blaise was not surprised by his decision, and was about to speak when Percy hurriedly pushed the door in, showing a rare anxiety on his usually calm face.

He was wondering if this person's news was a little too well-informed, but Percy didn't even look at him, and said to Harry very fast: "Lord, Colby Eastle has mixed French magic Among the visiting staff of the Ministry, took advantage of the tea party to hold Malfoy hostage."

Harry got up suddenly, his eyes turned cold instantly, "Where's the person?"

"Still at Malfoy Manor," Percy replied hastily.

Clenching his wand tightly, Harry collected himself, and turned his head to look at Blaise, whose expression had changed, "You lead the people there first."

Bryce glanced at him in disbelief, and quickly realized that he messed up his position first at this time, which would only make them more passive.

"Yes."

After Blaise left, the study fell into dead silence. Percy frowned worriedly as he looked at the black-haired young man who had walked to the window lattice and remained motionless like a sculpture.

Harry apparated to Malfoy Manor when Blaise informed them that Easter asked to speak face to face with the Dark Lord.

Surrounded heavily, the tall wizard pinched Draco's neck, a hideous and distorted smile appeared on his face covered with distorted scars, and he stared straight at the suddenly separated crowd, step by step walking out Brunette youth.

"Let them all go."

He squeezed his fingers violently, and the pale face of the person in his hand quickly flushed red.

Harry didn't look at Draco who was coughing until he was struggling and couldn't make a sound. He raised his hand and waved, and everyone around him retreated respectfully. The huge hillside suddenly became empty.

"How majestic, Lord Dark Lord." Easter took a step back slowly, without so many wands pointing at him, his demeanor became more defensive, "Why do you have to be like us Can't people pass?"

He couldn't help sneering, "The British magic world has long been your voice. Do you think that with your reputation, if you eliminate a few black wizards, the people will appreciate you?"

"You guys are disobedient, that's enough reason." Harry said calmly, "There's no need for unstable factors to exist."

He was worried that this person was a desperate desperate man before, but seeing that he occasionally sneaked out to see the way out, he was a little relieved.

Easter said with a sullen face and a cold tone: "Let my companion go, we can leave England immediately and never come back—or else, just wait for your little lover's body to be collected."

Harry walked towards him slowly, narrowing his cold green eyes slightly, and lowered his voice with some displeasure, "Are you threatening me?"

"Don't come here!" Easter yelled sharply, pressing the wand in his hand against Draco's heart, and an ominous black air lingered on the tip of the wand, "Malfoy doesn't have the luck of escaping from the death curse like you!"

Harry played with the wand in his hand, his expression was so cold that it was almost cold, "You can try."

"You think I don't dare?!" Easter grabbed Draco's platinum-blond short hair, and pulled him back a few steps, like a beast driven to the edge of a cliff, with crazy and cruel eyes, "Stop! Do you hear me?!"

"Catch something to relieve boredom and want to order me?"

Harry walked towards the two of them slowly, as if strolling in the courtyard, and raised the corners of his lips jokingly, "Your vision is as bad as ever, Estelle——I never accept threats."

Before he had time to react, Harry raised his wand before he could finish speaking.

A series of sharp red lights shot out from the tip of the stick, not caring about the person who was pulled by the vigilant wizard, the instant silent magic quickly caused the dodging person to bring a few deep Bone wounds are visible.

Draco snorted, the blood oozing from his arm stained a large area of ​​his white shirt red, and his already pale face became more and more gray.

Easter quickly retreated and dodged, seeing that he really didn't care about the hostage in his hands at all, while trying to resist with a spell, he shook off the person who was in the way.

He also wanted to make up a few curses, but there was no chance of being distracted by the more intensive and fierce attacks on the other side.

Draco, who was thrown to the ground with great force, rolled twice on the ground, his torn wound hit the grass blades and gravel, and he was sweating coldly from the pain. He gasped and fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably up.

There was a higher-pitched mournful wail beside the ear, and the strong bloody smell permeated wantonly. Draco was slightly dizzy due to excessive blood loss. When he sat up on the ground, the surrounding suddenly became quiet, only the whistling the wind.

Harry lowered his hands, quietly looking at the charred black corpse, his eyes were empty, without any emotion.

After a while, he turned around and squatted down in front of Draco, without explaining or apologizing, just lowering his eyes slightly, cleansing the wound neatly, using healing magic, the hand clinging to the wand was steady without any trembling.

Draco has been looking at him quietly, and he has never met his eyes. He didn't raise his eyes until everything was settled, and his eyes fell on the grass-stained hair.

Harry raised his hand slightly stiffly, and lightly stroked his messy hair. When his fingers slid down Draco's side face, they were caught by an equally cold hand, and stuck to the still pale Can't see the bloody cheeks.

"I am fine."

Draco whispered, leaning on his chest.

"I'm all right, Harry," he said. "Don't be afraid."

I'm not afraid of--

The Dark Lord was never afraid—

The corners of Harry's eyes were sore, but they were so dry that it seemed that he could no longer shed a tear. He silently folded his arms and wrapped him in his arms.

"I can only give you this, Draco."

After a long silence, amid the whimpering wind in his ears, he said softly and slowly: "Even if you regret it, it's too late."

Draco smiled softly, pressing his face to his heart, "I don't regret it."

He hugged Harry tightly, deliberately slowed down his tone, and complained in a low voice, "It hurts just now, so you didn't even say anything nice to comfort him."

little bastard--

Harry's lips moved, and many words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

Draco waited for a while without getting a reply, and was not disappointed. He raised his head and blinked at him, and teased him as lightly as possible: "Then tell me, do you love me a little more today than yesterday?"

It is also very cunning, ignoring the premise of "do you still love me".

Staring fixedly at the person in front of him, Harry's eyes were filled with emotions, and with a slight force on his hands, he slowly pressed the person into his arms.

He lowered his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, like a sigh, "Yes."

"That's good..." Draco raised the corners of his lips, but his eyes turned red unconsciously.

He thought that in exchange for this response, it would be worthwhile to suffer some injuries. When he was hugged more and more tightly in his arms, he began to regret his carelessness again, and made this person embarrassed.

"I will be more careful in the future, and I will not give others the opportunity for me to threaten you." He whispered in a low voice, with a tone of self-criticism, "Harry, don't worry too much, okay? good?"

Harry's throat choked, and he tried his best to endure the pain in his heart that was about to become real. He stroked his back one after another, and replied softly, "Okay."