[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

"Why don't you let me make dinner, and you can go to the rest meeting. I'll call you when it's ready." Draco suggested, kissing Harry.Harry enjoyed the feeling.

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to help." Harry didn't think he was a very good cook, but maybe his vague memory could help.

"No, you need to rest now," Draco ordered.

"Well, what shall we eat?" Harry relented and asked.

"We still have some pasta."

"Sounds good." Harry exchanged a kiss with Draco before heading upstairs.

It was the first time Harry had seen his bedroom since his return from the hospital.It was very different from his impression, with off-white wallpaper and a black border.There are two large black wardrobes and chests of drawers in the same color by the bathroom door.The bed was bigger than he'd imagined, with gray duvets neatly folded on top.

For a closer look, Harry opened a drawer.Inside are neatly folded clothes, ties and watches by color scheme.This must be Draco's masterpiece, Harry thought.He could barely see his own clothes - they all seemed to be Draco's preferred style.

Harry lay down on the soft and warm bed, and only then did he realize how tired he was.

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With Harry's 20th birthday approaching, Draco was more nervous than usual.He's been planning a surprise birthday party for Harry for the last month.Everywhere must be perfect, not even a misplaced napkin, he reminded himself.He had just received confirmation of the birthday cake delivery: the birthday cake would arrive at Malfoy Manor at four in the afternoon, and he hoped the house-elves weren't stupid enough to steal it.

The guest list grows with letters of invitation brought by owls.The pressure was too much, a voice roared inside Draco, who sometimes even hated the parts of himself that he couldn't do anything about.But he never wants to miss or screw up the party

His mother had generously lent him her ballroom for dinner parties, and was amazed at the arrival of a large number of guests on the list whom he had never met.His father was still in Azkaban, ignorant of what he was about to do tonight.Draco wondered how his father would feel if he found out.

Draco chose his favorite (and most expensive) midnight blue formal suit, which he had ordered a while ago to make sure it would fit.For the best look, he'd wear the white waistcoat his mother gave him as a birthday present and a matching tie.

Draco glanced at his watch, it was twelve thirty.A burst of nervousness and uneasiness hit his heart again. "You need to pull yourself together, Malfoy," he warned himself.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, nonchalantly reading the paper, enjoying his toast.This annoyed Draco a little, Harry always had such a nonchalant look about birthday parties. "Voldemort is controlling the wizarding world, but it doesn't matter, we can go to Quidditch now, and I will defeat him at the last moment." Draco was taken aback by the thoughts that came to his mind, and then said Unaware, Harry felt a pang of apology.After all, he had no idea what was going to happen tonight.He just thought it was a simple family dinner.

"Happy birthday," Draco said, stepping up to Harry and kissing his forehead.

"Thanks," said Harry, turning his attention away from the Daily Prophet.

"Any good news?" he asked from his usual seat.

"If by 'good' you mean pale speech and political incompetence, then yes, you're going to draw some funny circles on it again." Harry smiled, much to Draco's delight: Harry Learn about his weird little habits.

"That's great, what about the 'Harry Potter Special'?" Draco hoped that no word of the surprise party would get out.

Harry turned his head to look at him suspiciously, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a subtle but playful smile, "'Harry Potter Special'?"

"Forget it, you know I like this section the most." He smiled too, enjoying Harry's expression now.

"Listen to this, 'Harry Potter's latest special report'," Harry closed the paper, staring at Draco seriously, "Harry Potter is looking for a new boyfriend, turn to page four to fill in An application form."

Draco folded his arms and said, "Latest update: slot is full."

Harry let out a dissatisfied snort, and Draco lowered his arms and chuckled softly in his ear.

When six forty-five came around, Draco was even more nervous than he had been in the morning.He told all the guests to be at the ballroom at 45:[-] so the guests could get ready before they arrived.He hoped that everything would go according to plan.He hadn't had time to glance at the decorated back ballroom, but he trusted Hermione, especially since he'd given her instructions that even Weasley could read.

They were standing hand in hand at the Apparation point next to the closet, and the next second they appeared at the gate of Malfoy Manor.The gate is now adorned with red and gold balloons.

"I thought we were going to the restaurant for dinner," Harry asked suspiciously.

Draco ignored his question.The gate opened slowly, and they followed the path to a black double door with a golden knocker.He opened the door without a word and ushered Harry into the ballroom.

"Surprise!" A loud welcome rushed to them.

When everyone flocked to Harry and blessed him, the shock and surprise on Harry's face was enough for Draco to recall for the rest of his life.Draco knew that while Harry was busy with the guests, he had plenty of time to prepare another, bigger surprise.

Draco looked around.Hermione did a perfect job, and the whole ballroom was set up exactly as he had envisioned.The long table was filled with Harry's favorite foods, and the gift table was filled with presents.He felt a sudden panic: he hadn't seen the birthday cake, which was an integral part of the surprise he had planned.

He saw his mother standing in the corner chatting with the DJ, and he strode towards her.

"Mother, where is the damn cake?" He asked almost in a questioning tone.

"Don't worry, Draco, the cake is hidden behind the stage. Don't worry about it being stolen, I saw the Weasley boy with one missing ear looking at it." Her voice was very calm .Why is everyone so calm?Draco was almost driven mad.

"Draco, old friend, what an incredible party," Blaise Zambini praised.But Draco just nodded slightly, and walked to a corner to calm down.

Harry was busy with friends and family surrounded him, he had never expected such a birthday party.But just looking at it, he knew how hard Draco had put into preparing this birthday party.He was very grateful to have such a caring boyfriend, even though Draco always made him wear formal clothes.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Hermione stepped forward and hugged him.

"Thanks, I was really pleasantly surprised," he replied, letting go of her and hugging Ron who was beside him.

"It was all Draco's idea, he asked me and Hermione to decorate the whole ballroom," Ron said with a proud smile, but bent over in pain as Hermione punched him in the stomach.

"I do think the fact is that you found out that Draco asked me to decorate the ballroom, and all you did was fill balloons with helium, like a kindergartener," Hermione snarled.

"The ballroom looks great, thanks, Hermione," Harry complimented.

Harry hugged the Weasleys, Blaise, Neville, Seamus, sisters Dean and Patil, and several work colleagues.

He noticed Draco standing in the corner of the ballroom, his hands in his pockets, looking around, seemingly examining every detail.Harry often couldn't understand Draco's behavior: it was probably something his father taught him, and he was probably used to his father's cold voice haunting his ears.

"It's unbelievable," said Harry, walking towards the dull-looking platinum blond and kissing him on the cheek. "It's so perfect."

"Really? Do you think it's a little too much?" Draco asked with some concern.

"It's been a bit overdone, what else could I expect but you," Harry quipped.

He could see Draco trying to figure out what he meant, but finally he gave a faint smile.

It was time for the cake to appear, and Draco's palms were sweating from opening and closing.He sent a signal to Hermione, who quietly gathered everyone to the front of the stage.

"Harry, would you please come on stage?" Draco took the microphone from the DJ.

Just as Harry walked onto the stage hesitantly, cheers erupted from the audience.Draco's heart beat faster. "Calm down, idiot," he said to himself.

Gradually calming down, Draco flicked his wand to pull the curtain back, revealing the five-layer golden and red Gryffindor cake.Twenty candles stood quietly on top of the cake, and Draco lit them one by one with his wand.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for coming. I know some of you have never thought of stepping into Malfoy Manor," a burst of laughter came from the audience, "Most of you know that I and Harry wasn't the best friend at school, and frankly, it was mostly my fault, I even got hit by Hermione's fist." There was another burst of laughter from the audience, and many even cheered loudly, "Anyway, I'm not here today to waste everyone's time by buzzing. I just want to say to Harry that the past seven months with you have been the best seven months of my life, and I hope you have best birthday ever."

There was yet another round of applause from the audience as Harry and Draco embraced and kissed each other.

"Go blow out the candles," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, avoiding the microphone, and Harry blushed.

Harry blew out the candles and everyone cheered again and sang Happy Birthday.As the candle burnt out, they watched breathlessly as the sparks exploded from the tip, and as the red-and-gold flame turned into a green-swimming snake, the words "Will you marry me, Potter?" When screaming.

Harry turned his head to face Draco Malfoy, who was already on one knee.

"So, Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Draco did his best to keep his voice and knees from shaking so much.

"Yes, of course I would like to marry you." Harry nodded and pulled Draco up. The loud cheers from his relatives and friends in the audience reminded him of their time on the Quidditch pitch. is you."

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"Harry, wake up, dinner is ready." Harry was awakened from his sleep by Draco.He seemed to have had a long but wonderful dream, but he could only remember a bit, and it was so real.

Harry got out of bed, stretched, and walked back to the kitchen with Draco.Two plates of pasta and salad, as well as whole wheat bread in the middle of the dining room, were quietly waiting for their arrival.

"You did this all by yourself?" Harry said, sitting next to Draco.

"You sound surprised." Draco pretended to shoot back.

"I guess I was surprised," Harry joked, laughing.

"You'll get used to it later on."

They sat at the table and enjoyed their dinner quietly.Harry was still in awe of the deliciousness.Draco might have to cook more in the future, he thought.

Harry realized he was staring at Draco intently.His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the Dark Mark - he'd almost forgotten it was there.It was hard for Harry to imagine that this man before him was the unhappy meaning of his Hogwarts life, and all the things he had done, like joining the Death Eaters and almost killing Dumbledore.But the man he's been with for 15 years is sitting here, eating dinner with elegance.

"How did you do it?" he asked, still staring at the Dark Mark.

Draco looked at him with raised eyebrows: "It's very simple, you just put all the minced meat into a frying pan and deep fry..."

"Not spaghetti, how did you go from a Death Eater to the man I know now?"

Draco scoffed at the question: "Truth? I was just a timid little boy, longing for his father's approval, jealous of the great Savior. Whenever I looked in the mirror all I saw was my father's face. When When I saw you 'die' in a war, I made a promise to myself that if you could come back from the dead, you would do better."

"And then you miraculously came back to life. Whenever I feel like I'm that hateful boy again, I think about you and everything you've done, and my promises. I just found a place to let off steam That's all."

"Like drawing circles on the Daily Prophet?" Harry mocked, but his eyes were already moist.

"Shut up, Potter."

☆、Chapter 7