Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Does it still hurt?" Draco held Harry and used potion to cover Harry's ankle, which was slightly swollen from the sprain he had made during the day. He stroked the wound with his fingers and turned his head to look at Harry's face with his eyes closed and his glasses taken off.

"No big deal." Harry rested his head against Draco's shoulder. "Maybe Aurors need to have another balance class to train them on how to walk on flat ground in high heels."

"Clothes and shoes that make you uncomfortable should be thrown away." Draco frowned and said, "If they make you uncomfortable, then these clothes are as bad as the old clothes your aunt and uncle gave you when you were a child. We can find some better ones, at least so that you don't feel that wearing clothes is a torture."

"Yeah." Harry agreed vaguely, and put his nose close to Draco's shirt collar, looking for the familiar smell of warmth. Since being given the identity of Mrs. Malfoy, the two of them have been acting separately during the day, and the time they spend together has also become less.

"I thought this would make you feel more relaxed, but I didn't expect you to appear in front of me with a new work-related injury." Draco touched Harry's curled black hair with a little helplessness.

"Work injury? This kind of work injury is nothing..." Harry raised his head, "Perhaps you are curious about my most serious work injury?"

"Which time?" Draco's mind already appeared Potter, the poor regular visitor who was recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins.

"You said you hated me in the newspaper a while ago. When I first saw it, I thought it was a news item from a few years ago." Harry said very confidently. "I dare say I hold grudges."

"That's a lie, a complete lie, I thought you knew that." Draco's mouth twitched. "I just don't want you to get involved in this mess again. The goblins are now trying to force me to run for Minister of Magic. I think you've been through enough blood and gore before. If possible, do something relaxing, go shopping and watch a show."

"You can't lie." Harry stood up and pinched Draco's cheek. He had wanted to do this for a long time. "Don't think you can make me fall in love with you and then kick me away."

"How could I kick you away? I'm by your side every day." Draco's cheeks were pinched by Harry, and he began to speak incoherently. "I love you, too."

"Since we are lovers, why do you think you take risks alone while I can relax? Your risk is also my risk, isn't it?" Harry continued. "I am worried about you every day wearing high heels and skirts. It's hard."

"You don't like this." Draco looked directly into the green eyes. "Then I won't do this again."

"You fought alongside me honorably." Harry responded to Draco's gaze, "and I hope you will be honest in saying that you love me."

"I love you, at any time, in any position, forever." Draco lowered his head and kissed Harry.

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Lancelot sniffed, the damp, rancid air of Brick Lane making the night even more oppressive. He touched the silver and opal necklaces in his pockets to make sure that the items Harry entrusted were not lost.

Although it has indeed been delayed.

To reassure Harry, Lancelot sent a message saying that it would be delivered to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. Harry did not question why the task was not completed immediately, but reminded him again to pay attention to safety and took the time to draw a schematic diagram of the visitor flow of the Ministry of Magic.

Ed on the other side was very conspicuous among the crowd walking around the Night Watch Black Market because he was still wearing the suit he wore when he left the Duchess's house. The extra beggar's clothes had been taken away by Draco last time. At this moment, the homeless people looked at Ed with hostility, but the person concerned didn't seem to care.

"Why do some accessories have the letter G on the inside? And some don't?" Ed had carefully examined all the items Lancelot had placed on the stall in the dim light of the street lamp. "Is this your signature? Why isn't it L?"

"Why do you have so many whys?" Lancelot glanced at Ed two meters away.

"You seem to hate me, which is a pity." Ed sighed innocently, but in fact, when Rita assigned him some other reporting tasks before, the reactions of others who felt offended were similar to this time.

"You seem like a slug that you can't get rid of." Lancelot lowered the brim of his hat and raised his voice. "You also like to ask questions and get to the bottom of things, which brings a depressing sense of oppression and suffocation."

"Maybe it's an occupational disease. Editor-in-chief is an annoying job most of the time."

"In order to get manuscripts of acceptable quality within the stipulated time, we often have to go to the author's home to supervise the manuscripts when the deadline is approaching." Ed paused, "There are also some big stars with tight schedules, and you may only meet them once in your life. You need to get high-quality answers from them in a very short time. So you have to hurry up to get more information, otherwise there will be no way to get it back if you miss it."

"If you don't want to see me, maybe this will be the last time we meet. Before I leave, I still want to get to know you better." Ed carefully put the jewelry in his hand back to the stall.

"Really? That's great, man."

Lancelot didn't take the editor's words seriously at all, but he suddenly felt refreshed when he heard that he could get rid of this annoying guy. "I'll buy you a bottle of water to celebrate the last few hours we spend together."

Ed watched Lancelot walk briskly to other stalls, turned around and found an opal necklace left where he had just been. Did he accidentally drop it there? Ed was about to call Lancelot, but found that he had already run away.

Forget it, I'll just keep it for him and wait for him to come back.

The night was long. During the time when Lancelot was away, several customers passing by wanted to ask about the price. Ed stretched his neck but could not see him coming back. He could only tell everyone who was interested to come back later.

The moon sank a little lower.

Maybe he hated himself too much? He just wanted to wander around to the black market and never see him again.

Ed buried his face in his knees and stayed there quietly, the last few hours were going to pass quickly.

There was a commotion in the distance.

There were faint sounds of cursing and screaming.

The homeless people and other people selling goods around were unmoved. The security in this area has always been poor, fights are commonplace, and the police would not interfere.

Ed looked for the source of the commotion with some trepidation. He grabbed a man who had hurriedly moved a stall over and asked, "What happened?"

"It's just a fight." The man shrugged. "There's a madman who beats up whoever he catches. There are a lot of psychopaths on this street. Good people don't appear here. Oh, and this guy's eyes are two different colors, which is weird."

Ed stuffed all of Lancelot's goods into his bag and ran towards the source of the commotion.

What we saw was people running around, hiding from a madman who came from nowhere.

Ed ran forward against the crowd. He finally found Lancelot fighting with several other people at the edge of the alley. He dragged Lancelot, whose hands were covered in blood, away and dragged him to a remote and deserted place.

"What's wrong with you?" After finally running into an alley where only a few drunkards were lying unconscious, Ed turned around and asked breathlessly.

There was no answer, his heterochromatic eyes were filled with frenzy and loss of control.

"Lancelot?" Ed tried calling his name.

Suddenly, a fist came down and his head was smashed hard against the wall. Ed felt the blood flowing from his forehead, blurring his eyes.

Ed fell to the dirty ground in pain.

“Lance—”

Another punch. A dull cracking sound came from the abdomen.

The body twitched uncontrollably.

St. Mungo's... St. Mungo's... maybe he was under the spell of the Dark Arts...

He was not conscious... It hurts... It seems that several ribs were broken...

Ed felt it was difficult to breathe. He grabbed Lancelot's bloody fist with all his strength and began to try to Apparate.