Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"The Foreign Minister's wife has sent an invitation to a party. Draco, I'm afraid you have to attend as well. But it's just after the scheduled time for our wedding photos, so even if we want to invite her to our house, we'll have plenty of time to prepare." Harry walked towards the kitchen of the apartment. There was a sweet smell in the air, and Draco was eager to try a plate of something that looked like a cake.

"Who? The wife of the Foreign Minister, the one you said had thirty-nine rooms and more than a thousand light bulbs in her house? Then we can recycle their goblin products this time." Draco took a tentative bite of the freshly baked cake, and after a long time he expressed his conclusion, "The taste is a little bland, maybe there is not enough sugar."

"Is it because you like Ed's cakes so much? I remember you didn't like them before." Harry also picked up one from the tray and tasted it. "That's right, she's very enthusiastic. She said there will be a dance at the party and we may have to dance together."

"Dances - a good old-fashioned way of socializing, but I like it. It also allows you to change your taste occasionally. I found that you are not opposed to small desserts." Draco sucked the cream on his fingers. "It also allows me to learn some new cooking skills to distract myself. It's depressing to stare at the goblins and Andre every day but make little progress."

"What's going on? Is there anything else besides the fact that they want to get the Malfoys to run for Minister of Magic to further their own agenda?" asked Harry.

"They are keeping their mouths shut about the Downing Street Black Dragon incident, and I have failed every time I tried to get some information out of them." Draco took out his cooking notebook and added a few words. "I have a hunch that there is probably a place similar to the underwater dungeon in downtown London. Because dragons will not fly to densely populated areas for no reason, there is nothing here that can attract them."

"There's no progress on the part of the Ministry of Magic or related news investigations?" Harry also began to think about it.

"No." Draco shook his head, "But goblins can detect the use of magic, so it's hard to use Veritaserum secretly. They're crazy. Every time I show up, there are three or four magic detection devices around me."

"Then why not recycle the goblin products first? If something worse happens later, there will be some evidence to prove that they are not innocent." Harry seemed to suddenly remember something and said happily, "Hey, who else do you think is on the invitation list this time?"

"Duchess?" Draco said casually, "Last time you mentioned that these ladies get together to speak ill of their husbands. This time Mr. Malfoy wants to fight for his own reputation... Not only can he dance, but he can also make cakes. His strength is to make the lady happy..."

"No, it's Lena Forsyth, Alex's mother." Harry grinned, "This is a parent-child family dinner, Alex will come too. Matthew may be on a business trip, he's not here."

"Merlin..." Draco remembered that Alex's family was also a member of the Lakeside Club, so it was not surprising that they interacted with the upper class on a daily basis. "Last time, I not only hurt your heart, but also made him very sad."

"Alex has seen me with makeup on, so he should be able to recognize me." Harry missed the little boy very much.

"Yes." Draco sighed, "I didn't modify his memory. Later, I bought him some textbooks for magic schools, changed the covers to look like ordinary Muggle classics, and mailed them to him. I wonder if he has forgiven me now."

"Since you've helped him co-write so many assignments." Harry smiled. "He'll like you as a teacher."

"When he enters Hogwarts, his teachers will be Granger and Longbottom." Draco reminded, "He will soon find out what a normal teacher is like, not like us two who are so free and easy, and will accompany him to Diagon Alley during class time -"

"Teach him not to be a boring adult." Harry nodded. "Alex is not happy now. I hope he can live happily in Hogwarts. Hogwarts is like another home. There are many wonderful people in it - of course, there are also endless provocations from his mortal enemies." Harry wiped the cream from the corners of Draco's mouth and added meaningfully.

"You will soon be taking wedding photos and dancing with your mortal enemy." Draco said proudly, "You know what? I helped you review the Savior's past experiences. My influence on your school life is huge."

"Do you mean good influence or bad influence? Tell me honestly." Harry looked at Draco's shy expression and said helplessly.

"I was the first person of your age you met in the wizarding world - in the robe shop. Without me, your Hogwarts would have no night detention in the Forbidden Forest, no Riddle's diary, no disclosure of Parseltongue in the Duelling Club, no rescue of Buckbeak, and no experience of being caught by Umbridge's picket squad..."

"Thank you for reminding me - you are so troublesome." Memories flooded into Harry's mind, and he loved and hated the person in front of him. "Even if you never show up again, I will never forget you in my life."

Draco put his arms around Harry's waist from behind. "I'm just proving that I'm an important person. In your world. I play an irreplaceable role."

"Yeah, listen to what you're saying, a classic villain." Harry was already used to Draco's nonsense.

"When I first met you, you were a blank sheet of paper covered with scars." Draco whispered, "I was lucky that when I met you again, I found that I still had the opportunity to leave my mark."

Harry placed his arm around Draco's waist and intertwined their fingers.

"I will be with you until the end." Draco said slowly, as if he was making a promise, "So for you, I am the first and last person you meet. I am your mortal enemy and your true love."