[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

An hour had passed since Harry recovered his memory and told Draco what happened two weeks ago.Draco promised that he would do nothing to harm Ron other than a calm and private conversation with him.

Harry noticed that Draco was scribbling heavily on the Daily Prophet, looking for every little detail to make his own signature and critique. "Be careful, you're going to break that quill. It's an expensive one I gave you for Christmas," Harry warned beside him.

Draco glanced at him, "You... ok."

He paused and took off his eyes: "No, in fact, what I want to say is, why can't I take revenge on Ron, does he realize how devastating he has brought to our lives?"

"We can wait until he's here and ask him, I'm pretty sure he'll apologize."

"Apologize? Harry, he erased your memory and didn't admit it! He also pressed me sternly about Nott, who knew the truth when all this happened, and you just want an apology?"

Draco's ideas did make sense, Harry thought, but things weren't just black and white. "Ron's going to lose his job, he's about to get promoted, and he's got a family."

"I know, Harry. But you can't just let him go," Draco looked at Harry's frown in distress.

"So what do you think we should do?" Harry sighed.

"I..." Draco stopped abruptly, as he saw the red-haired man and his wife with wild brown hair come out of the kitchen. "Huh, maybe you can come here," he said sarcastically.

"Why did you come here?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Ron, Hermione, would you please sit down? We want to have a serious talk with you." Harry said politely, ignoring Draco's murderous gaze.

"Then we have to hurry up. I'm going to Jasmine right now so you can bring Rose and Hugo back. George is also there, and we all know how much he disciplines children...you know." Hermione frowned , she sat down next to Ron.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, and Harry sighed hesitantly. "Something happened not long ago," Harry began, "and my memory came back."

Hermione looked both happy and surprised: "Oh, Harry, that's incredible. I'm so happy for you, it's really big news, isn't it, Ron?"

Draco leaned down, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly: "Yeah, Ronald, that's really big news, isn't it?"

"Are you two going to fight?" Hermione folded her arms, "I heard what happened last night, and it seems to me that you two are simply fooling around."

"Why don't you tell us the truth, Ron?" Draco coaxed, ignoring Hermione.

Ron glanced at Harry, then looked down at the table: "I'm sorry, Harry, it was an accident."

"Is he talking about Ron?" Hermione looked at the three men suspiciously, "What did you do?"

"Miss Perfect's husband is the culprit who caused Harry's amnesia." Draco answered for Ron.

"Ron," said Hermione, breathing heavily, "tell me it wasn't you."

With his head still down, Ron shook his head slowly, with tears welling up in his eyes. "It was an accident and I hit him with the Stunning Charm and I was happy. Then Harry told me we needed to take him back and I was too excited to catch him so I cast the wrong spell and Harry just turned around Come and get hit."

"Oh, Ron, why don't you just admit it?" Hermione sighed.

"Because he's a coward," Draco replied, and Hermione gave him a merciless look.

"He's right," Ron replied, "I'm terrified and I don't want anyone to hate me for it."

Harry listened to their conversation and Draco's sarcasm inserted.He found that he was actually amused by the whole thing.He's sitting with three of the most important people in his life, and while they've all done something serious to mess everything up in the past few weeks (minus Hermione here), they're still together.If not, Draco might end up in Azkaban for killing Ron or Nott.But he wasn't, he was trying to be nice, even for Harry's sake.

"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"I think you're all so funny, it makes me laugh," said Harry, "we've always been a family and we're arguing over a settled matter. That was an accident, Ron, but you should Tell us sooner or it wouldn't be the way it is now. I'm glad I got my memory back, we should be celebrating instead of trying to kill each other..."

"…Ron, I think you'll have to come to the Ministry of Magic with me tomorrow morning. We're going to speak to Kingsley, and if I speak to him calmly, he might be able to spare you."

"Okay," Ron nodded slightly in agreement, and looked at Draco, "I know I don't just want to apologize to Harry, I've been such an asshole, I'm sorry."

Draco straightened up and said, "I accept your apology, and I will go with you to see Kingsley tomorrow."

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Ron and Hermione left, leaving Draco and Harry in the house again.They both lay down on the sofa at the same time and feel as tired as if they just finished a run.Draco leaned on Harry's shoulder.

"I have to tell you something, and I actually don't know how you're going to react to it." Draco took Harry's hand.

"Tell me, I've never seen a worse you than this week," Harry replied wearily.

"Okay, I've decided to quit my job and not be a project leader." Draco said quickly.

"Got it." Harry said flatly.

"Aren't you angry?" Draco asked in surprise, sitting up.

"No, why should I be angry?"

"Because you did so much to help me, those trackers, and then fired me," Draco recalled.

"I just want you to do what makes you happy, whatever it is."

"You have no idea how gay you sound."

"Draco, I don't know if you know this, we are gay." Harry laughed.

"No, I mean gayer than us."

"Oh, just tell me what you're going to do."

"Okay," Draco cleared his throat, "I'm going to be a planner."

"I knew it," Harry said, still looking unsurprised.

(Translator's note: I really don't know how to translate this gay, I can't seem to find the corresponding Chinese to describe the feeling of being gay in this gay... Cover your face, if you have good suggestions, please leave a message tell me oh)

"You know, how do you know?"

"Because you tell me drunkenly every time you drink Firewhiskey at a party you plan yourself. Oh, trust me once, I've noticed that."

Draco could hardly believe that he'd spent the past year and a half working a job he didn't like, and Harry had known it all along. "You know, I think it's better for you to lose your memory."

"Hey," Harry nudged him, "if I lose my memory, you won't have a chance of knowing what your anniversary gift was."

Draco raised an eyebrow: "A present?"

Harry stood up and left the room.When he came back, he was holding a box wrapped in brown paper, tied with a ribbon, exactly the same gift Draco had given him the day he fired him.Draco looked at it curiously, and he opened the box carefully.

His eyes widened at the stack of brand new business cards in the box, "Draco Malfoy, best planner ever."

"You won, didn't you?" he said with a smile.

"Don't be so surprised. I've known you since I was 11, so you're 14, aren't you?" Harry quips.Draco pushed him onto the couch so he could watch him from above.He looked menacingly in Harry's eyes and ran his hands through Harry's tangled hair, leaning down to kiss him.

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