Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Draco walked straight through the magnificent hall.

Most of the wizards working in the Ministry of Magic dragged their feet and moved listlessly around, holding torn briefcases, flying communication paper planes and layers of parchment. Most of them struggled to keep their emotions stable during the damn working day, with a desperate expression on their faces, as if they were about to resign at the next second.

Draco glanced at the new magic fountain. Compared to the previous fountain where centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked at wizards in admiration, this new fountain design looked cautious and restrained. "We will never look at wizards with such disgusting eyes. We are much superior to wizards." This was the original words of the goblins criticizing the Magic Brothers Fountain during the negotiation with the Ministry of Magic.

This newly designed fountain allowed wizards and witches, goblins, centaurs, house-elves - even giants and werewolves - to stand in a circle with their backs to each other, while clear spring water gushed from the tips of wizards' wands, goblins' upraised crowns, and teapots on house-elf trays.

If the former fountain is a harmonious magical society that wizards imagine with arrogance, the latter is a more idealistic and more difficult to achieve picture. "Kingsley is an idealist to some extent. You can't satisfy everyone at the same time. It's impossible." This is Lucius's evaluation after seeing the new pure gold statue fountain.

Draco stopped at a small table with a sign saying "SECURITY CHECK".

A young witch with a stern face who looked like she had not woken up at all said in a calm tone: "Let's do the test first." After being completely scanned by a detector, the witch instructed Draco sparingly and without looking up: "Wand."

The brand new wand, with its silver trimmings, was tested on the brass machine. The witch yawned as she read out the results.

"10 inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, usage time - 1 hour." The witch looked at the short usage time with a confused expression, and she put the wand back into the machine.

"Ma'am, I just got a new wand," Draco reminded.

"Well, I was saying, the decoration is quite unique - what are D and H?" The witch looked at the two identical lists spit out by the brass machine and looked up at Draco for the first time.

"Oh - you are -" The sleepy expression on the witch's face disappeared, replaced by curiosity, surprise and the habitual disgust of seeing the Malfoy family. "Malfoy, the savior's little boyfriend, is it true?"

Draco considered whether it would be appropriate to snatch the wand and walk away quickly. However, it was still early for the meeting with Kingsley, and no matter where he ran to, he would inevitably be talked about and watched by the Ministry of Magic employees.

Lucius had brought him to the Ministry of Magic too many times - basically all the old employees here knew him, not to mention that his photos had appeared in the gossip pages of major media outlets many times recently.

"Yes." Fortunately, Draco was the only visitor at the security checkpoint. Instead of going upstairs and meeting more familiar faces, Draco decided to stay here and delay for a while with this strange new employee.

The witch in charge of security checks has switched from a half-sleepy expression to a radiant state in an instant. You have to know that the job she is doing right now is one of the most boring jobs in the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Potter hasn't been to the Ministry of Magic for a long time." The witch blinked her shining eyes, "I heard that he was on a mission with you. In fact, I have wanted to ask this question for a long time - I have also argued with my colleagues for a long time."

Draco took a deep breath. He knew that she just wanted to ask what was going on behind the recent dragon incident, or what tricks the goblins were secretly doing recently, and how long it would take for the wizards' vision of a harmonious society to be realized. Draco had already opened his mouth and was ready to tell her honestly: "I don't know." Because he really didn't know, and that was why he came today.

"You and Mr. Potter, who is the top and who is the bottom?" The witch rubbed her hands and pricked up her ears. "Come on, I have really argued with my colleagues many times."

"I don't—huh?"

"Who is the top and who is the bottom? You and Harry Potter." The witch thought Draco didn't hear clearly and raised her voice.

"Merlin, what do you guys talk about in the office every day?" Draco was sweating. There was a constant stream of wizards around the hall, so he lowered his voice.

"Why else should we care?" The witch spread her hands. "Care about the font size of the wand detection printout?"

Draco pursed his lips. In fact, whether he was dreaming during school or after he was really with Harry, he had always been the one mentioned above.

However, the arguments for these debates seem to have traces. Compared to the savior in major textbooks and reports, who is majestic, faces darkness, and kills decisively, most people in the Ministry of Magic still have the impression that Draco is a spoiled blond brat who calls his father when he is unhappy. Because this blond brat has the support of his blond father, he can swagger around different offices and make some annoying remarks.

If there was one thing Draco had the upper hand over...

For example, a slight height difference would be just enough for him to kiss the Savior’s scar.

For example, I have been well taken care of since I was a child, so I know how to love others.

For example, because we almost missed it, we know how to cherish it more.

Of course there are some more convincing arguments.

The one with seductive eyes is the bottom, the one with a sweet voice is the bottom, the one who is slow to realize things is the bottom, the one with red lips and white teeth is the bottom, the one who is hard-mouthed and stubborn is the bottom, the one with a soft waist is the bottom, and the one who is as sensitive inside as inside is the bottom.

Draco bit his lip and felt that he still had to give an answer: "We respect and recognize each other, this is the most important thing. Relationships are not just role-playing or a competition. We don't need to compete with each other or see who is weaker or stronger."

Weird.

This offensive question certainly cannot be answered with an equally inappropriate response.

Whenever he hooked his fingers around Harry's thick glasses, leaned over to push back his sweat-soaked black hair, and looked at his misty eyes that had lost focus due to pleasure, his flushed cheeks, and his trembling teeth biting his lower lip, Draco would think - this was a picture that the brave and fearless savior had left for only him to appreciate, and no one else would ever understand.