Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Harry took a big gulp of his tea and tried to straighten his face as he looked across at Draco, who was wearing a muzzle, wrapped in only a bath towel, and had wet hair after a shower.

"I bet your parents, if they knock on the door right now, will think something is wrong with their son. And then they'll cut me into pieces. Or cut us into sixteen pieces together," said Harry.

Draco shook his head slightly, as if to show how securely the muzzle was fastened - even more secure than Merlin's overalls, with no sign of falling off. "I fit perfectly in large dog gear," Draco added lazily, and then he lowered his head very decently for Harry to check.

A few drops of water that had already cooled fell on the back of Harry's hand. Through the black leather and wire mesh of the mouth cage, Draco's gentle and ambiguous smile could still be seen. "You made me wear this - my parents would only let me wear the head of the family ring. It turns out that I listen to you a lot."

Draco raised his head, staring at Harry with his grey eyes. The complicated furnishings and decorations in the room enriched the colours reflected in the grey. Harry was originally browsing the information about goblins in Draco's room, but the scene before him made him suddenly realize that his will to resist was very weak, which was a dangerous signal.

Draco squatted at Harry's feet, looked up and asked, "Am I being good?" Then he hugged Harry's calves, and the water droplets from his hair wet Harry's knees.

Harry was trying to organize some words to interrupt him, but when the words came to his lips, he felt his throat roll and turned into a vague sound of agreement. He put his fingers into Draco's wet light golden hair, and except for rubbing the hair into a messy shape, there was no other action that could express his feelings.

Some people become bad kids because they are very good, and some people become bad kids because they are not good. Draco used to be the former, and now Teddy is the latter.

During the short half day of reunion, Harry and Draco met three unlucky people who faced huge challenges to some extent - Minister Kingsley, Lancelot and Ron, who was in charge of Quidditch matches. On the way back, Draco bought a cake on a whim, saying that he wanted to celebrate Harry's birthday together. Harry pointed at the huge cream cake on the table and said, "How can you eat with this on? Look at me eating?"

Draco licked Harry's fingers quickly on the metal cage. "Like this."

Harry twisted his body as if he had received an electric shock, and Draco twisted his hands again. Draco simply squeezed into the same chair with Harry, showing an attitude that he was going to play tricks to the end today.

If the magic world also has the principle of mutual promotion and mutual restraint, then Draco is to Harry as clown is to Boggart and garlic is to vampire...

"I can't do anything to you." Harry calmly stretched out his fingers and picked off a small piece of the originally perfectly shaped cake, then put his index finger into the gap of his mouth cage and watched Draco stick out his tongue to lick it clean with great difficulty. The soft touch made Harry subconsciously hold his breath. Harry watched the crystal water droplets on Draco's wet hair fall and stick to his eyelashes. This subconscious tremor and blink reminded Harry of the fluttering of butterfly wings and the powder that naturally fell off the butterfly wings.

Beauty is a gift. Harry thought for no reason. He sunk his fingers into the thick cream, then stretched them through the cage to Draco's mouth. It is said that one of the punishments in Muggle hell is to listen to a long and smelly opera in boiling oil. Then there is a very likely reward in Muggle heaven to feed birthday cake to a blond man wearing a muzzle and claiming to be a large dog... Oh, by the way, this man is almost naked...

The process of running around during the day was not pleasant at all. Because Lucius had reported that Harry had been replaced, the two of them went through a very long and strict review and verification before entering the Ministry of Magic. Then, along the way, the Ministry of Magic staff pointed and pointed, and then Ron muttered to himself in a state of near-distraction: "The goblins have decided to cause some accidents in the Quidditch game... But haven't they been making trouble for a long time... The wizards haven't given in yet... But Merlin! It's too late to set up a new set of security procedures now! I was actually dreaming that I could take a vacation after the game... Now it seems that a disaster is imminent..."

After the interview with Kingsley, an emergency meeting was held with several related departments. Because the specific plans of the goblins and werewolves are completely unknown, it is difficult to determine the relevant plans. Finally, Lancelot became frowning. Although Lancelot refused to reveal how they switched Harry out, because all the medicines taken from the potion shop were Polyjuice Potion, Harry and Draco had guessed roughly. "Now that I know the whole story, maybe it would be better to switch me back." Harry said to Lancelot. "I'm an Auror and have more combat experience." Lancelot covered half of his face as if he had a toothache and said, "Now that things have come to this, all we have to do now is trust each other. His latest news in the little notebook said that the goblins and giants are also connected. If there is any important information, I will contact you as soon as possible."

And the giants... Harry was gradually losing consciousness in his memories, but as he had heard when he went to Hagrid's hut a long time ago, the goblins had been preparing for this conflict for a long time.

"You're distracted." Draco's voice brought Harry back to reality from his thoughts.

Harry's eyes were focused on the person in front of him. Draco's body was now dry and warm. He said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Fifty points from Gryffindor, Potter. You would rather think about those ugly goblins than look at me more, right?"

"No." Harry said in a panic. But at the meeting at the Ministry of Magic, everyone seemed to be counting on the savior to be able to "easily" answer this big crisis, which made Harry a little breathless. Easily was just an illusion of growing up in a bloody storm.

"Hold me." Draco narrowed his eyes and said in a commanding tone. "Don't think about anything else."

Harry obediently opened his arms and stroked Draco's back, his mouth pressed against his shoulder, leaving a sharp touch. Because he was squeezed on a chair, Harry's thighs were blocked and he couldn't move. He pushed Draco and signaled to change places.

"Want a kiss." Draco didn't move, but turned his head and pressed his mouth against Harry's throat.

Harry finally unfastened the muzzle with great difficulty, and the leather had already left a light red mark on Draco's face. "Have you had enough fun?"

"I just started eating the cake." Draco grabbed Harry's arm and twisted him to the pillow, then unbuttoned his clothes and smeared thick cream on Harry's throat and chest until every inch of skin was covered. "It's still too slow to eat through the cage. We can't waste it - I deliberately picked the one with the most cream."