[hp] Pride and Prejudice

The newlyweds kissed on stage.

Everyone applauded for them, Ola thought about it, and took her hand back.

Harry was taken aback, his smile stopped in astonishment, and he looked away.

The harmonious and confusing atmosphere they had just now dissipated in an instant. If the atmosphere was good enough to kiss and go crazy for each other just now, it is not an exaggeration for them to call them familiar strangers.

Ola rolled her eyes and saw people she was not familiar with all around. Kingsley was sitting next to Harry, talking with him in a low voice.And because she is the savior of the world, she is surrounded by those high and powerful people.

So did Germany's Minister of Magic Richter.

"Are you husband and wife," Richter asked, "or lovers?"

His English was tinged with raw German.

Ola could feel that everyone in this row was listening to her answer, she smiled and said, "I am his secretary."

The man next to him snorted slightly.

"That's right, I still remember that Harry's secretary was a man." Richter said.

Then, they looked at the stands without saying a word, the cloths were far away, and they deliberately avoided the movement of hair floating to each other's ears.When the freshly baked Weasleys finished their wedding declaration, Harry couldn't wait to get up with the wine, and he didn't even have a chance to save him.

Ola got up too, but she saw Sirius who was limping and hugging Teddy.

"Sirius!" she exulted.

He gave a lazy hum, teased the child in his arms, and said aggrievedly, "You don't even come to St. Mungo's to see me, what's wrong? You don't like my godson anymore?"

"We're not together." She said almost impatiently, "And I'm afraid it will delay your recovery. Didn't the "Daily Prophet" say that you reject ten girls who want to come to the medical wing to pick you up every day? What if I also Was kicked out?"

Sirius sneered: "How is it possible? I let in when I heard the name Egil."

"You just don't want to see me," he said angrily.

Aura said nicely, "No, because you're so attractive, I'm afraid I'll be tempted by you in the medical wing."

"Oh," the corners of Sirius' mouth curled up in an instant, and he had handsome black hair. "I knew that no one in this world could reject me."

The Teddy in his arms was very dishonest. Seeing that the adults didn't pay attention to him, he kicked his legs and cried loudly in dissatisfaction.His black eyes rolled uneasily, his hair turned gray in an instant, and he cried in a childish voice.

Sirius lowered his head, pretending to throw him out: "Shut up, I'll beat you for your godfather if you're crying."

Ola laughed at him unceremoniously.

She turned around and was going to celebrate the newlywed Weasleys with champagne, but saw Harry talking to the red-haired Ginny in the crowd. Ginny obviously made some joke, and he was so amused, Looking at her with a smile.

Like a real couple, intimate.

Ola's heart seemed to be stabbed. She changed her wine glass into a wine bottle before walking towards Ron and Hermione.

"Happy newlyweds, Ron Weasley and Hermione Weasley," she celebrated.

Hermione corrected tirelessly: "Yes—"

"Hermione Granger-Weasley," Ron began, "Hermione, I really don't want to see you explaining again, what's the matter with your throat?"

He looked at her.

Hermione shook her head happily, "It's okay."

"Anyway, I wish you a happy wedding," Ola said.

She picked up the bottle and collided with their glasses, and then poured the bottle of vodka into her mouth. The two people on the opposite side were dumbfounded, and Ron asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

Ola shook his head.

Her face was less red than her eyes.

Sooner or later, Ola thought in a daze, anyway, she made up her mind not to be with him.So, she should get used to this feeling.

The surrounding scene has long been blurred.

She walked up to Aalto, but Aalto was suppressing his anger and reprimanding his son: "Why can't you be with a beautiful girl? I'd rather you be with your sister..."

"Do you think I'm the only one hiding it from you?" Alan asked back with red eyes, "Ola too, you always thought that the savior just liked Ola, no, Ola has been with him a long time ago, If it wasn't for me—"

Aalto quickly cast a few spells, and in an instant, the person who came to serve the wine took the wine without paying attention.

"You, what are you!" Ola asked angrily.

"I told him that he was not worthy!" Allen stood up and looked down at her. "What if he is killed by Voldemort? Will the Death Eaters spare those close to him? You are going to die, what about me and Alto?"

Aura was as angry as a puffer fish: "Don't worry about it!"

She stepped on Alan's foot in a rage, thinking fiercely in her heart, Alto hurriedly broke up Alan and Fred, and asked him to try the feeling of breaking up with a lover.

Ola was tired of her brother saying it was good for her, and she didn't want to accept the favor at all.

But she was afraid that her brother would get angry and knock her down with his wand, so even if Ola was a little confused, she still remembered to run away.She ended up hiding in the back garden, not knowing how many bottles of wine she had filled.

Someone suddenly pulled her, "Ola, aren't you going to dance?"

She turned her head and raised her eyes vaguely: "Alan?"

"I'm not," Fu Rong didn't look up, "I'm just here to call you, I never thought that you think your brother looks like a Veela."

Ola was aggrieved with tears in her eyes: "Where is Harry? I want Harry."

Fu Rong raised her eyebrows, "I didn't expect you to be like those girls."

Aura looked around crying and fussing, she was so wronged that she couldn't find anyone, and she was so angry that her dragon core wand was about to burst into flames.

Harry was chatting with some unfamiliar friends, and while chatting, he fiddled with the dessert in his hands restlessly.Suddenly, a girl rushed into his arms, Harry frowned, and when he was about to pull out his wand and push it away, his hands froze in place.

It was Orla, flushed.

"What's the matter," he asked stiffly, "don't let people take pictures of my secretary seducing/seducing the boss."

Olla sniffed, her face flushed like fireworks from flaming whiskey.

Only then did Harry's tone soften, "How much did you drink?"

"Go and dance," Ola smiled and approached his ear, "my Eros."

He fixedly looked at her.

In a few seconds, Harry held her hand. The music on the dance floor was specially invited by the weird sisters. They didn’t know what passionate new music they were performing. Aura swayed freely on the dance floor with the music, her body was intimate Harry didn't know how to dance, and the two of them danced unsteadily.

People all around were looking at them, and the different eyes were uncomfortable. The reporter of "Daily Prophet" wished they could take pictures now.

Harry hugged her and whispered, "Let's go, there are people here."

He took her to Apparate.

The water of the Thames was rippling in the moonlight, and there was no music anywhere, and he asked, "Ola, dance that one, do you remember that dance that your pure-blood family danced?"

Aura stopped with a dizzy face, and nodded very seriously.

"Let's dance then," he said.

Her legs started to move lazily, and Harry raised his hand up, trying to make her spin in circles.Ke Ola screamed, flung herself softly into his arms, laughed endlessly, and his heart could feel a shock in his chest.

Harry was agitated by this inexplicable emotion, and seemed to bow his head to kiss her.

The two exchanged a lingering kiss under the moon.

"Come on," Harry finally gasped, breathless, "let's go somewhere else."

While helping the limp Ola up, he clenched the wand tightly in his hand to prevent accidents, as if this was a reaction engraved into his soul.

His life as an Auror had shaped him differently.

Her face was hot, and her eyes flickered with gray-blue light: "Harry, how have you grown up?"

Harry froze.

"I've been growing up," he laughed at himself. "I'm not that ten-year-old kid who can't walk when he sees an ice cream truck."

Ola may not know what an ice cream truck is, though.

But then he realized that she wasn't referring to that.

Ola grabbed his unshaven beard, but couldn't get rid of these thorny little stubbles for a long time, showing a little childish bewildered look in her eyes.

Harry frowned helplessly, "You are still like a child."

He held her waist, but Ola scurried around in it unconvinced, like a small fish fleeing around, and like a bird that couldn't be caught in the forbidden forest.

Harry was so annoyed by her that he had no choice but to let go of the strong arm that belonged to the Seeker, and comforted himself that he would watch her, a drunk.

Ola jumped out and danced to herself in the moonlight, the soft light framing her silver hair in one piece.Sometimes she trot excitedly, sometimes hid beside the pillar, and asked childishly with a pretty face, "Where am I?"

"I didn't see it." Harry covered his eyes in a face.

She blinked happily.

But for a split second, Harry lost sight of her.

He felt inexplicably flustered, and quickly searched with his wand, only to find her standing in front of the ice cream truck looking seriously.

"What are you doing!" he yelled sternly, "No running around."

Aura turned her head hesitantly, and an abnormal blush emerged: "What is that?"

Harry was half relieved.

But he still pursed his lips unnaturally: "It's an ice cream truck."

Ola turned her head before he finished speaking, and ran over directly. The clerk of the ice cream truck was giving ice cream to two children, and she looked more like a child than them.

Harry walked over in a hurry: "I'm sorry, my wife..."

"How do you sell this car?" Aura raised her head with arrogance from her bones. "How many Galleons, sell it to me, I will take it."

He held her hand and explained: "She's drunk..."

Ola snorted coldly: "I'm serious, my surname is Egil, and my family has plenty of money—"

"She's a drunk," Harry gritted his teeth, "please don't take her seriously."

Angrily, she looked for money in her pocket, but unfortunately she was wearing a silver-white evening dress with no pockets all over her body.Harry held her hand tightly, for fear that she would pull out her wand and cause trouble to the staff of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office.

The Muggle clerk who sold the ice cream was looking at them in bewilderment.

Harry apologized to him a few words, and walked a certain distance directly holding the drunk Ola.

After getting away from the car, he said: "What's the matter with you, you want to buy things with gold galleons, now in the Muggle world, don't move around, how many times have I told you to use pounds. And the ice cream truck sells ice cream , not a car..."

Aura hugged his arm, and retracted into his arms with a hmm, the ending sounded reeling.

"But don't you want ice cream?" She said timidly, "If you want it, I'll buy it."

Her voice made his chest tremble, and Harry seemed to be hit, and he couldn't tell where the heartbeat was coming from, this violent beating sound was no less than every exciting battle.

Ola raised her face, her nose was flushed, "No one bought ice cream for Harry, but Ola bought it for you. Harry is not a poor boy without ice cream. Ola loves you the most."

She rubbed Harry's face affectionately.

He didn't move for a long time.

Ola felt the silence and the sudden stop of footsteps in doubt. When she raised her head, the man with the stubble took a deep breath, the frame of the mirror was hazy, and his voice was hoarse and low: "I love you the most, too."

Ola let out a no-brainer.

Harry wondered if she had any idea what she was saying, because the next second she was singing the Fratcha Hawks anthem, as if she had just watched a ball game.

He had known on that train four years earlier, that Harry was also deeply loved.

His frame couldn't see the road at all.

Olla was a complete drunk, no better than a man in the English Channel lying drunk in a haystack.She jumped from the couch to the bed, threw up, and then lay motionless on the bed.

"Next time you're drinking that much," said Harry viciously, "I'll smash the bottle."

She slept peacefully on his bed.

He stared at her intently, stretched out his hand, brushed her soft hair away, and Aura rubbed her hand subconsciously.

"Knock the Arrows down, it's just a cat..." she continued, hoarse. "The eagles flew up to the sky and knocked down the Arrows..."

Harry lowered his head, "I won, the 850th Europa League won."

All of a sudden Olla became excited and tried to jump off the bed, but bumped Harry's jaw instead.He grinned and rubbed his chin, but the girl pressed her wet lips that smelled of alcohol.

He hummed uncontrollably, as if a slight itch had been aroused.

"T-Tell me how you won." She said coquettishly, with a kind of dumbness that just emerged from the bottom of the water. "Kafka!"

Harry recalled the situation of the battle, and just as he was thinking of her silver hair shining, Ola stretched out her hand and touched the bulge of his chest, he hummed uncontrollably, and moved forward with the water-stained part quite.

It hasn't happened yet.

When she retracted into his arms, with intermittent nasal voice like a cat, he would naturally bend down and snatch her...

When the eyes were filled with white light, Ola seemed to see fireworks.

"Get up," the man rolled his beaded Adam's apple, restraining his hoarse sexiness. "You still have to go to work."

Aura curled up in the quilt and closed her eyes tightly, making a dissatisfied hum.

He stretched out his arm helplessly, and rubbed her silver thread, and when he messed it up, there was no sign of Aura waking up.He threatened in a low voice: "Hurry up, don't wait for me to write your attendance sheet."

She fell asleep obliviously.

Ola only thought that she had a dream. She dreamed that she was flying on the broom and was suddenly poked by a wooden stick. She also dreamed that she went to the medical wing and was drunk with potions and rushed into balloons.

Not long after, Harry, lazily in his pajamas, came to pat her on the back: "Get up."

Ola continued to shrink inside.

When she vaguely felt someone poking her back tirelessly, Ola let out an aggrieved cry, rolled around on the bed with a long tone, and refused to open her eyes.

"Get up quickly," someone said fiercely, "or else, don't wait for me to deduct your pitiful wages."

Ola made a nasal sound for a long time in the room.

It wasn't until he urged her countless times that Ola slowly got up from the bed. She cried dissatisfiedly, and when Ola opened her eyes, her emotions gradually disappeared.

Why, um, did she get up in the same room as Potter?

Harry's hair was disheveled as if he had just come out of the trenches, and he was staring at her expressionlessly with his disheveled hair.

Aura covered herself with the quilt and exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

"I thought you remembered it," he suddenly smiled, "Anyway, you took the initiative, you can take insanity."

Orla's mind was a complete mess, like another potions class failure.She looked around the obviously Gryffindor room, reluctantly accepted the fact, she dragged the long quilt, her legs were sore, and went to the closet to pick out an Auror uniform with difficulty.

He had already turned around: "Breakfast is on the table."

Olla put on her clothes, thinking, she's miserable.

She doesn't remember what she did at all.

The Death Eaters who had been dragged into the Wizengamot somehow knew why she died, but she didn't know what she had done.

"Oh, by the way," Harry continued outside the door, "Yesterday I didn't know where your new hotel was, so I brought you back, and my house only has one bed in my room, so I didn't mean it. And, it's you..."

Why is it her?

He coughed, cleared his throat and said, "You kissed me first."

Ola nodded lazily, and slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Harry spread a dab of sweet blueberry jam on the bread and left the other uncoated.He thought for a while, his face was flushed, and he hesitated and asked, "In that case, we should, should we change our relationship?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

He breathed out nervously, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"Forget it," said the woman across the door, casual and lazy. "I've forgotten all about it, so you can pretend nothing happened."