Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

The coolness of the early morning woke Draco up from his sleep. Perhaps it was not because of the temperature, but because this was the time he usually got up to make breakfast. His trained biological clock always reacted before his brain.

The slightly heavy touch on his arm and the unfamiliar sticky feeling in his hair made him more awake almost at the same time.

Draco turned his head and saw Harry's sleeping face. At this moment, Harry was sleeping soundly, resting his head on one of his arms, with the other hand on his waist, and curled up in his arms like a baby.

Everything that happened last night, or a few hours ago, seemed like an unreal dream.

Even if Draco forced himself to close his eyes again, he couldn't ignore the wrinkled sheets that were already covered with light green potion, and his hair that was also covered with potion. Harry's fingers wandered between his ears and hair during the kiss last night, and these gentle caresses would undoubtedly only make his eager movements even more uncontrollable.

Harry's face was softly outlined by the morning light, and his eyelashes left a small hazy shadow on his face. The quilt had long been left aside, and Draco simply turned slightly to check the scars on Harry's body.

The wound left by the black dragon had scabbed over and was about to fall off, and the arm was basically fine, except that the skin on Harry's neck, collarbone and ribs had some new pink marks of varying shades.

Draco licked his lips subconsciously. These were left by him. Reason told him that he should not be so harsh on a patient, but every time Draco felt Harry shivering and trembling because of him, he turned to start the next round of new attack.

The Black Dragon probably found the Savior's taste as good as he did.

Harry's unconsciously slightly parted lips were right in front of him.

I want to kiss her again. Draco moved forward.

The tip of the tongue goes around the gap between the teeth and finally reaches the other end which is equally soft.

Draco grasped Harry's chin to open his mouth further, then pulled his arms free from his pillow, resting his elbows on his sides, and kissed him deeply.

Porter, who kept shouting "playing house", would end up being eaten up like a breakfast snack.

How to tame a Gryffindor lion?

The lion always seems to run in the light, ready to sacrifice everything for its goal and great and sacred mission. It is always at the center of attention and becomes the most popular leader among the crowd.

Snakes, on the other hand, spend most of their time stalking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike, always prioritizing their own safety and choosing to avoid the attack if faced with an unfavorable situation—just like hibernating.

At Hogwarts, Draco was always extremely disdainful whenever he looked at the large group of followers and admirers around Harry. He thought he had picked him out of the crowd earlier than them, and had even extended an olive branch to him before he did anything earth-shattering. However, what he thought was his condescension turned into arrogance in his eyes.

It’s a pity that the pure-blood theory took root in Draco’s mind before the savior himself.

Now that they have a chance to meet again after the war, Draco always observes the lion's emotions in detail. For example, when he eats breakfast, he will pick out the things to eat happily first. Although Harry will try his best to finish them all out of politeness, the ingredients that are left to the end and swallowed reluctantly will always be put on Draco's list for optimization.

Like the names he would mention in his sleep. Draco had been on the other side of Harry's side for most of the war, but always tried to avoid talking about anything that might bring up painful memories.

For example, I can observe the subtle changes in his facial expressions and know which actions can make him happy. He likes to be hugged, likes to rest his chin on my shoulder, and likes to listen to me telling those big and weird magic research stories in the hours before going to bed.

Draco even discovered that every time he dressed up carefully, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood. Although Harry didn't say too many words praising Draco from his slightly clumsy mouth, his sparkling eyes revealed everything.

Occasionally Draco would think that his appearance wasn't completely useless - at least it was enough to keep the lion from looking away.

Draco gently and carefully stroked Harry's lower lip, as if he wanted to engrave all his feelings and emotions in his mind. It took him a long time to figure out how he felt about Harry in the past seven years, and it took him a long time to get closer to the person he had missed. After repeated half-truthful and half-false attempts, he still didn't dare to take another step forward.

Draco knew very well that he was not the kind of person who would abandon everything without considering the consequences. If he expressed his feelings, would Harry avoid him and never see him again?

Or maybe treat everything as a joke. After all, the past hostility and complicated stories made the feelings between them not as pure as ideally imagined. Her despicable, embarrassing and weak side had already been exposed in front of him.

But fortunately, when the Slytherin snake took ninety-nine steps forward and was hesitating, the Gryffindor lion took the initiative to step forward and hugged him.

Draco couldn't tell when Harry understood his feelings or when he had made up his mind. Most of the time, Harry was also good-tempered and played dumb with him, spending more time to let him modify the path he had taken and show his choice after he matured.

Draco knew that what he received at this moment was not the kindness of Saint Potter that treated the whole world equally, but a unique love.

This might be an ordinary morning. The city roads are about to start being jammed. The first lights are turned on in the small shops on the streets. The elite Muggle children are preparing for their first remedial class. Officials from the Ministry of Magic are yawning and saying good morning to each other in the elevator. Perhaps there are greater researches and deeper conspiracies happening in this world.

But at this moment, he just wanted to hold the person in his arms tightly and stay with him a little longer, a little longer.