[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

Draco, surrounded by red hair in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, held his mother's hand tightly.Hermione called it a "family meeting" when she left the hospital.She completely ignored Draco's objections: it would be difficult to convince Granger.

Everyone was talking non-stop, and he looked down at his knees.However, this did nothing to alleviate his anxiety.His parents would never have shared a room with so many Weasleys had it not been an emergency.

Three days ago, the most troublesome trouble in his life was a newspaper that listed his age wrongly.It's kind of like his problem now: his husband's memory and mental age go back to 15 years ago and he doesn't remember that they love each other anymore.

"Did Harry say what was the last thing he remembered, Hermione?" Molly asked in a more concerned tone than usual.

"Yes, he said the last thing he remembered was taking the Auror qualification test and awaiting admissions results, which suggests his memory stopped in mid-January [-]," said Hermione softly.

All around the table began their discussion with concern and disbelief.Draco always felt a great sense of irony when he heard someone mention the last thing Harry remembered: that he wasn't even Harry's friend at the end of January.

"How can we restore his memory?" Ginny said.

"Memory is an elusive substance. As we speak, St. Mungo's best healer is trying to recover his memory. Good thing Draco has albums and newspapers from the last fifteen years, right?"

Draco looked up at Hermione pale and haggard, and nodded.

"Draco, have you eaten yet?" Jasmine looked him up and down, as if trying to see through everything about him.

"I don't think eating is my concern right now when my husband doesn't remember who the hell I am."

"Don't be so distracted, Draco. He doesn't like you, but at least he remembers who you are." Lucius' voice came from the corner of the room.

Everyone in the room looked up at him.

"It's no use even if you say that, Lucius." Narcissa interrupted him.

"No, what my father said was right, he didn't like me," Draco said in a voice a little louder than a whisper, "If I can make him fall in love with me once, there will be a second time."

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Harry was sitting in the Auror office waiting for Draco to return with their coffee.Their work was surprisingly smooth, with Draco always arriving an hour before Harry and bringing him a hot cup of coffee.They never argued, except that Draco always laughed at his dressing sense.

"Morning, Harry." Draco pushed open the office door with his hip, two cups of hot coffee in hand. (Translator:...)

Harry couldn't help laughing as he watched Draco fight against the office door, messing up his perfectly blond hair.

"Need a hand?" Harry asked when Draco stopped.

"No, just sit behind your desk." Draco smiled and put a cup of coffee on Harry's desk, with a copy of the Daily Prophet tucked under his arm.

"Can I have a look?" Harry asked, pointing to the newspaper.

"Of course. But it's just bullshit, bullshit, and more outrageous bullshit." Draco handed the paper to Harry.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise when Harry's lips touched his suddenly.

But Harry moved away quickly: "I'm sorry, I don't know how I…" He stopped suddenly as Draco pressed his lips again.

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Harry woke up alone in his private hospital room.His ward is now filled with flowers, greeting cards and balloons.He saw a copy of the Daily Prophet on the chair next to him, a black quill pressed against a crossword puzzle.He is not alone.

His head hurts, and knowing he lost his memory for 15 years doesn't change that fact.He picked up the Daily Prophet and turned it to the first page.

"Headline: 34-year-old Harry Potter has awakened in St. Mungo's. According to people familiar with the matter, Potter is in good health, but has lost part of his memory. See the third edition for details."

Harry stared at the picture of him shaking Kingsley's hand, he couldn't remember when he had taken it.

"That was in [-], when you were appointed Chief of the Auror Office."

Harry turned his head to see Draco coming in through the door with two cups of coffee.

"Uh, thanks," Harry replied quietly.

"Want some coffee?" Draco held up a hand.

"Thank you." Harry took the glass and saw the wedding ring on his hand when he retracted his hand.He put the coffee on the bedside table, leaned closer to the wedding ring with "Draco" engraved on it, and observed it carefully.

"Mine has 'Harry' engraved on it." Draco broke the silence.He sat down on the chair next to Harry's bed.

"When?" Harry muttered.

"what?"

"When did we get married?" Harry asked.

"February 14, [-]." Draco replied, taking a sip of his coffee.He never took his eyes off Harry.

"Valentine's Day?" Harry raised an eyebrow, continuing to look at the ring.

Draco grinned, "It's your idea. I want to have the wedding in August."

"Oh."

"Are you okay? To hear such news, marry me, a man?"

"I know I'm gay, Draco." Harry smiled, "I just don't understand how it all started between us, how did we go from enemies to lovers within a year?"

"I put a love potion in your coffee," Draco said with a sly grin, which made Harry's eyes widen. "I was just kidding."

"I'm serious, I need to know all this."

“Honestly, for me, that person has always been you. But how we got here started on January 30, when I was celebrating my new job at Lucinda’s with my mother .It's a nice restaurant in London."

"I remember," said Harry, eyes closed.

"you remember?"

"I remember that night, I was with Hermione and Ron, and we talked in the bathroom."

"What happened after that?" Draco asked with a hint of hope.

"I can't remember, those images just popped up in my mind after you said that," Harry said, opening his eyes. "For me, that person has always been you, too."

Draco laughed.

☆、Chapter 4