Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Harry's last few days before he was discharged from hospital.

The ward was as quiet as usual. Before this, no matter in the Hogwarts Hospital or St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizardry, Harry always received mountains of gifts and condolences whenever he was hospitalized. But at this moment, although the private ward had the best supporting facilities and scenery, no one else was interested in it except Draco and Lancelot.

"So, you really plan to intercept these letters and gifts? There are many people who want to visit Harry in the lobby on the first floor of St. Mungo's every day." Lancelot looked at the crowded entrance of the hospital downstairs from afar. They stretched their necks, holding bright gift boxes in their hands. It was obvious that they were not here to see a doctor, but were attracted by the injured savior after reading the Daily Prophet.

"I have sent it back to his home in Godric's Hollow. He needs to rest quietly now, instead of being chased and asked questions by reporters with ill intentions." Draco carried a freshly brewed potion and walked with Lancelot in the hospital corridor. "He is so popular."

Draco sighed softly. When he was helping Harry forward the gifts, in addition to some rare healing potions, precious ingredients and raw materials, and some exquisite gifts, there was also a small pile of pink, eye-catching love letters.

Just as Draco was staring at the pile of pink letters with bated breath, Lancelot's voice came like a devil: "Just wave your wand and you can get rid of all these things in a few seconds."

"I wouldn't do such a thing." Draco raised his head proudly, put them together with other gifts, and then packed them neatly and moved them to Harry's house.

"Actually, I can do it for you. For one Galleon, I will take the blame for the disappearance of all the love letters." Lancelot rubbed his hands with shining eyes.

"I certainly won't destroy any of his options...but I never think of these people as my opponents." Draco curled his lips.

"Yes, the Daily Prophet has already listed you as the official rumored love interest of the Savior, and the accompanying picture is the two of you drinking a couple's drink together in a Muggle bar." Lancelot recalled the gossip and knew every detail in the article like the back of his hand. "Rita Skeeter is really good at making up stories."

"Hmph," Draco snorted coldly, "If the other two front-page news in this newspaper weren't so badly written, I would have paid them to print an extra copy of that day's newspaper and give a copy to every wizard." As he got closer and closer to Harry's ward, he slowly slowed down his footsteps.

The door of the ward was ajar, and through the gap Harry could be seen playing with Pharaoh's comb.

"He's so bored that he can only play with the comb I gave him. Why didn't you take away my gift as well? Is it because I'm no threat to you?" Lancelot made a face.

"Yes, I'm glad you realize that." Draco replied expressionlessly and stopped outside the door.

Lancelot coughed lightly and then opened the door. Harry quickly put the Pharaoh's comb back on the bedside table, as if he didn't want them to see him amusing himself and trying to conquer his hair.

The two pretended not to notice anything and walked into the ward while chatting. Draco handed the medicine bowl to Harry, and the green eyes full of expectation and joy made his heart beat faster.

Draco tried hard to control his breathing so as not to let the patient in front of him notice his suddenly irregular heartbeat.

I don't know when the look in this pair of green eyes began to change when it looked at me.

During the seven years at Hogwarts, Draco had stared into these green eyes countless times, from the curious green eyes at the beginning, to the frowning green eyes later, to the green eyes glaring at him fiercely, to the disgusted, indifferent, and even to the panicked green eyes after casting the Sniper Curse at him.

These expressions are all too familiar.

Draco wanted to turn his head to calm down, but found that he couldn't look away. Right now, at this moment, these green eyes were looking at him so sincerely and with a smile.

The corners of his mouth and eyes are curved. How could someone be so happy after being bitten by a dragon and lying on a hospital bed?

Watching Harry lower his head and drink the medicine obediently, Draco suddenly thought of some ridiculous biographies of Harry written by writers, which described him as a young version of Mad-Eye Moody - but in fact the justice of the Savior was much gentler.

Sitting in front of him, Harry, who had lost some weight due to hospitalization, looked like some kind of silly little pet. So much so that when Draco took the bowl that Harry had drunk clean, he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his chin, as if he was teasing a cat.

Harry didn't dodge, but subconsciously squinted as the fingers scraped against him.

"...Why are you staring at me?" Harry grabbed Draco's hand which was about to be withdrawn and looked straight into the gray eyes.

Draco didn't think about the answer to this question. After drinking the warm potion, Harry's face looked a little more red, and his originally dry lips became rosy.

Looks good pro.

The green eyes locked onto his gaze, and the hand that held him closed the way out. At this moment, Draco's mind was filled with all sorts of unspeakable thoughts about this patient.

People are always greedy. Once they know how these eyes are smiling at them gently at this moment, they want to know what they look like when they are shy, crying for mercy, or confused.

Especially at this moment, the patient looked weak and cute, just one step away.

Draco had never known that there could be such a gentle look in these eyes before, so that every glance at them felt like an invitation and a seduction.

Draco didn't know how long he stood there in a daze, until Lancelot quietly and quickly rushed out of the ward. Only then did he come to his senses and pull his hand away from Harry.

"I'll come back and apply medicine on you later." Draco felt a light blush on his face, and he tried hard to clear his mind of all the inappropriate thoughts that had just spread wildly.

"Wait for you." Harry blinked and didn't ask any more questions. "I'm tired of not being able to sleep on my back in my pajamas. Please let me get better soon."