[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

The wedding that Draco had planned was fantastic, Harry thought as he looked from the guest room window, and he saw that the gardens had been meticulously prepared for the wedding.The lawn was beautifully manicured and neatly lined with white chairs, with a long purple blanket spread out in the middle of it—he'd be walking across it before long.At the end of the carpet was a gazebo surrounded by flowers of white cream and purple.The bright and warm sun shone down like a paradise.

He could see Draco standing on the terrace directing everyone to place things, and he loved how organized Draco was.That's why Draco felt incredibly lucky to be his secretary.If possible, he wanted Draco to be his secretary forever.

Harry was trying to tuck himself into his gown, but he seemed to have missed a button or something.It made him do it all over again, and then the hem of his shirt got caught in the zipper of his pants.To make matters worse, Lucius Malfoy was standing in the doorway watching him.

"You look like you're struggling with dresses," Lucius said, glancing at him, a little teasingly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Harry was annoyed by his schadenfreude.

"I just want to chat with you, you know, the conversation between father-in-law and son-in-law." Lucius sat down gracefully by the bed.

"So?" Harry waved his hand for him to continue.

"I think it would be better for us to cease fire," Lucius began, piqued Harry's curiosity, "I don't want it to be some big deal, I just want us to all agree to be honest with each other."

Harry smiled, he knew how difficult it was for Lucius to stop the war.Draco or Narcissa must have told him to do it. "So, you're just saying you want us to be a happy family and forget everything that happened before?"

"No, I don't just want us to sit at the Christmas table in peace."

"Isn't it a little early for Christmas? I'm pretty sure it's Valentine's Day."

"Do you accept my truce proposal?" Lucius raised his voice and became annoyed, "Oh. Sorry."

"It's all right, I'll take your advice." Harry agreed, allowing Lucius to leave with his cane. "I just wanted to let you know that I love Draco. For some reason, he's still very Care about your approval, recognize his independent personality."

Lucius didn't answer, he just pressed his lips together, leaving Harry alone in the room.

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The orchestra began to play, and Draco looked around to see Harry in a white tuxedo walking along a blanket strewn with purple petals.This was probably the most overwhelming moment for Draco, but it made him love it all the more.

The moment Harry approached the gazebo and a smile crossed Draco's face, the guests began to cheer.The pastor was standing there with a Bible in his hand.Harry's eyes looked at him, full of love.Everything is perfect.

"I heard you prepared your own vows?" the priest asked after greeting the two of them and thanking the witness guests.

"Yes," Draco said, "if I can, then I'll go first"

Harry nodded.

Draco took Harry's hand and said, "Harry James Potter, today I am with you, sharing one of the most important and beautiful moments of my life. I have grown into a better person because of you. We are friends, colleagues, and more importantly, partners and lovers. I still have to make up for my shortcomings, but we both know that I hope to walk side by side with you on this road. I would like to sit in the cabin at Grimmauld Place For fifty years, sitting next to you. So, I, Draco Malfoy, swear to love you forever, to be faithful to you, to respect you, in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, until death do us part."

Draco finished his oath, and there was applause from the audience.This made Harry even more nervous, the fact that he wasn't very prepared, that he had planned to be free.

"Harry, it's your turn." The pastor reminded loudly, and snickers came from among the guests.

"Okay, um, well, Draco Malfoy," Harry paused nervously, "When we first met at Madam Malkin's robe shop in [-], I thought you were The biggest idiot in the world, I was still living with Dudley."

The guests were all laughing, and Draco couldn't help but smile a little too.

"Apart from the fact that you've become more thoughtful and kind, you haven't really changed. You're a great caring person, and I'm lucky to be that person standing in front of you instead of Pansy Parkinson." He turned to the seated The smiling brunette witch next to Blaise in the front row, "Sorry Pansy."

He turned to Draco again, a little mortified by the smile on his face: "I used to be called the chosen one at school, but to you, and to me, you were the chosen one." Therefore, I, Harry James Potter, swear to love you forever, to be true to you, to respect you, in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, until death do us part."

Everyone present stood up, clapped and cheered.Draco and Harry exchanged wedding rings with their names engraved on them, said "I do" to each other, and finally kissed each other on the lips.

"You didn't write your vows did you?" Draco whispered to him as they hugged.

"It's Ron's fault, he brought me Firewhiskey last night," Harry retorted into his ear.

"You've had time to write something since July."

"Draco, Harry, take a picture?" the photographer interrupted their little sweet moment.

Draco took Harry to a great location with a bright smile.

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Flashes of memory raced through Harry's mind as he lay on the floor with his head propped tightly on his hands.

"I think I'd like to give you a second chance." Harry said, shaking Draco's hand.The picture dimmed.

"I'm sorry, this is inappropriate..." Harry kissed Draco.

"I'm asking again if you could do me the favor of a dinner instead of a wedding."

"Welcome to our new home." Draco lifted his hand over Harry's eyes so he could admire the new Grimmauld Place house.

"It's all bullshit, bullshit, and even more bullshit." Draco circled the Daily Prophet.

"Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Draco knelt down on one knee.

there are more.

"Harry and I are engaged," Draco said to his father.

"I do".

"You deserve a job that is more appreciated and better suited to you".

"Merry Christmas, my love," Harry and Draco kissed under the mistletoe.

More and more memories flooded Harry's mind over the years, but the main character was always the same, the man with the platinum hair.

"37, Harry, I'm 34 and not a goddamn 37."

"Everything is forgotten."

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"Damn it, Harry, wake up."

Harry sat up, breathing heavily, his hair so soaked it looked like it had just been scooped out of the water.

"Thank goodness." They were in the study, and Draco knelt beside him, looking worried. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"What happened?" Harry's breathing gradually slowed down.

"I don't know, I just heard you screaming in pain. I saw you lying on the floor when I came in."

"It was Ron," Harry remembered, "Ron cast the spell."

Draco stood up quickly and drew out his wand: "I knew it."

"No, wait, it was an accident, he cast the wrong spell. We tried to bring Theodore back to the Ministry, but it was a mess."

"He didn't tell anyone, and he didn't say he knew what happened." Draco gritted his teeth.

"We've got to talk to him, but it won't hurt my best friend, will it?" Harry tried to calm him down.

"I can't promise anything," Draco replied, but Harry gave him a "dare you" look, "Okay okay, I won't hurt Ron."

The original author's words: Those pictures are some memories and scenes recalled by Harry.

☆、Chapter 11