HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

Harry jotted down the address in confusion, and planned to check it out tomorrow.

The address Hermione gave was not a bustling place. It was a different world from the bustling Romania. It was like an open farm, but with more valleys and forests.

"Sorry, I want to ask..." Harry saw an elegant lady on the path. He wanted to go up and ask where this place was, but was surprised when he saw her turn around.

"Harry Potter."

It's been a long time since anyone called his name directly like this. It's not admiration or disgust, but pure, like an old friend. When the words are spoken, there is a bit of reserved elegance and joy.

"You are here." Harry said dryly, just nonsense, but the noble Mrs. Malfoy still nodded without any contempt.

"With my son."

Draco Malfoy.Harry chewed the name in his mind, then asked, "Where is he?"

"Here, it's there." Following Mrs. Malfoy's gaze, Harry looked over, but he couldn't see anything, but heard a shocking dragon roar.

"Malfoy he..." Harry couldn't finish, his eyes wide open, just staring at the valley.

"Want to have a cup of tea?" Mrs. Malfoy seemed to use the greatest kindness to Harry in her life to invite him to drink tea, and the latter, a little flustered, looked away and finally nodded.

Unlike Malfoy Manor, here, the house where Mrs. Malfoy and the others live is not so magnificent. Harry deserves to be magnificent just to compare with that manor, because you can never expect the Malfoys to wrong themselves so much.You know, even in those turbulent years, Malfoy wore shirts made of silk with pearl buttons.

But none of this shocked Harry, but the potions professor who was supposed to be dead came down from the second floor and wore black robes all year round.

"Snape!" Harry couldn't help shouting, and as if in a dream he occasionally dreamed, Snape frowned at him and snorted, as if letting his eyes fall on Harry. It's like something he can't stand.

"Harry Potter."

Snape said Harry's name in that emotionless voice, but when he came down, he stopped looking at Harry and sat down on the sofa, drinking himself a simple drink with his wand. of hot tea.

Compared to Snape's calmness and composure, Harry looked as if he had been stabbed in the ass by a prickly ball. He ran up to Snape in a bit of embarrassment, his lips murmured, and in the end he just said this sentence.

"You are not dead."

"Very well, Potter, after a few years of separation you at least know how to use honorifics for your ex-professor, but perhaps in another ten years you won't know what conversation etiquette is and how not to make me angry." Snape and the previous Same, harsh words in that sneering tone Harry was familiar with.

"I just wanted to know, Snape, professor, I just, it was so sudden, we all thought you were dead!" Harry didn't want to yell at first, but he was obviously too shocked by the news that Snape was still alive, After all, he used to blame himself so much.

"I'm not dead, that's it, don't try to ask me anything, Potter, if my current life is disturbed because of your self-righteous curiosity, then I will kill you without hesitation." Pu said coldly, and took a sip of his hot tea.

Harry was taken aback by the emotionless threat, but soon a smile crept into the corner of his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Professor."

The smile was so sincere that Snape couldn't say anything sarcastic, so he just pulled the corners of his mouth ironically.

"I smell strangers."

There was a dissatisfied voice behind Harry, and then, the owner of the voice stopped advancing, and seemed to let out another thumping sound of frustration.

"Potter!"

Harry thought that according to the normal rhythm, he should also roar at Malfoy, but in fact, he just turned around, looked at Malfoy in a daze, then blinked and smiled.

"Hi, Malfoy!"

When he said that, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.It was as if, this sound had been buried in my heart for too long, but today I finally said it out and achieved consummation.

Mrs. Malfoy let Malfoy take her around, and that elegant lady seemed to have forgotten that he and her son were rivals in those years at school.

Malfoy looked a little angry, he was still not very strong, and the too harsh sunlight in Romania did not change his unhealthy pale complexion, but he looked healthier than a few years ago, at least, full of vitality , instead of always getting hurt while turning into a dragon.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Malfoy led Harry to the lake, and the latter took a cautious step back, not ruling out that Malfoy might have the urge to drown him here.

"I don't know you, you are here."

"Only ghosts would believe that." Malfoy glared at him.

"Really, it's just that Hermione gave me an address." Harry explained seriously, and Malfoy seemed even more annoyed, with a thin blush on his face.

"I don't care how you know about it, but get the hell out of here, Potter!"

"I didn't do anything." Harry finally couldn't help but defend himself a few words.

"As long as you appear by my side, I will feel uncomfortable, Potter, isn't that enough? Why do you always come to disturb my life!" Malfoy accused unceremoniously, even capriciously All the blame rests on Harry.

This guy is always like this, Harry finally got a little annoyed, he frowned, "Malfoy, I'm not your follower, I didn't cause any trouble to your life, but..." Harry didn't continue , but Malfoy was obviously agitated by his rebuttal.

"No!" Malfoy raised his voice, as if insulted.

"How the hell would you not! If it wasn't for you! I wouldn't be here at all, I'd be alive and well, like a king!"

"Don't say such irresponsible words! Malfoy, you're not eleven years old!" Harry roared, but when he saw Malfoy's red eyelids, he suddenly froze again.

"I hate you, Potter." Malfoy gritted his teeth and glared at Harry, who only looked more dazed.

The breeze from the lake blew over, Harry suddenly felt aggrieved, he murmured, and asked for the first time.

"What do you hate me for, Malfoy?"

Hate everything about you, hate you for being the savior on high, hate you for rejecting my hand, hate you for keeping me out of your life, hate you for losing my father, hate me for fucking love Such you!

Draco couldn't say these words, and once he said them, he seemed particularly pathetic.When he approached the other party with a thought of revenge, when he had the opportunity to kill the other party every moment, he once again gave up cowardly and shamefully.

Draco Malfoy, originally a predator with the idea of ​​revenge, in the end, he lost himself.

"You just looked like a fool."

Harry raised his head and looked at the other party in disbelief, but the latter just sat down on the grass, his slender fingers covering his eyes in shame.

Harry's fingers pinched, and he walked into the other party again, sitting next to the other party cautiously and restlessly, he said.

"I miss that time." He held out his finger.

"I miss that dragon." He stroked the other's finger bones, feeling the slightly trembling body of the blond man.

In the end, he sighed and clenched the other's hand without hesitation.

"I miss you, Draco Malfoy."

When he finished saying this, the thin arm grabbed him again, and Harry, no longer dumbfounded, just responded softly.

We'll all miss that time, even if we don't know the future, where you and I will be.

The author has something to say:

I'm done, six stories, just for the sake of good luck. I don't know if I will write new short stories in the future, but let's finish it for the time being =v=I have to fill in the pit of Harder's glory.

I've liked this pair for so long, whether it's silly, sweet or cruel, I always feel that Harry and Draco are the most suitable pair.When I was reading the original book that day, I accidentally found a badge in Harry's box. Although Draco made it to make fun of Harry, Harry kept it, maybe accidentally, and was very happy when he saw it.

The most resentful thing is the ending, the glimpse after 19 years, if Draco is not important, if that person is still just a nuisance in Harry's heart, then this glimpse makes me not so convinced.

As I write this, I am very grateful to everyone, who often leave me messages. Little angels who read my articles, I love you MUM, the Hader Shuimulong we liked together, and will continue to like it in the future. When the glory is over, Shuimulong will come again Planned =v=

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