【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Harry Potter's apartment was not big, but it was enough for a single male.

They can only enter the apartment through the main entrance without the link channel of the Floo network. If the robes and coats thrown on the sofa by the savior are excluded, the room is still clean. Harry Potter waved his wand and quickly put away the clothes that shouldn't be in this place. He touched his nose and glanced at Draco Malfoy. Fortunately, the latter didn't notice his messy clothes, but was placed on top of the fireplace The photos caught the eye.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the fireplace with folded hands, his eyes turned between the large and small photo frames on the fireplace, photos from different periods were interspersed on it, and the one in the middle was an old photo.

Harry Potter walked over to stand next to Draco Malfoy, following Draco Malfoy's gaze and focusing on the old photo in the center, "When I moved in, Hermione said there must be something homey, so I put them all out."

"That's... your mother?" Draco Malfoy guessed, after all, the man in that old photo was very similar to Harry Potter.

Harry Potter nodded, "Yeah."

"very beautiful."

"They all say I look like my dad, but with my mom's eyes."

"Not the same." Draco Malfoy shook his head disapprovingly.

"Ok?"

"Your is more transparent and bright, it will reflect the brilliance of the sun, and—"

"Stop it. It's kind of gross."

Harry Potter shivered deliberately, interrupting the other party's exaggerated adjectives.It wasn't that he hadn't read these descriptions in Draco Malfoy's article, but looking back, saying it so bluntly was another matter.He was really not used to the old Draco Malfoy, who was devoted to making troubles and making troubles, suddenly uttering these words of love that were obviously wrapped in strong love.

Draco Malfoy actually didn't expect that he could say those rhetoric that he had written countless times so naturally. It is strange to say that since the moment he saw the savior today, the atmosphere between the two of them has inexplicably softened. .

Could it be because he fell asleep?

Harry Potter looked at the other party and didn't speak. He didn't know what he was thinking while frowning at the photo in front of him. He patted Draco Malfoy on the shoulder and walked towards the open kitchen on the other side.

"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything other than those few pieces of tea today." The savior opened his refrigerator, pumpkin juice, butter beer, milk, toast, a few raw eggs, canned food, bacon, a small handful of vegetables... There are not many ingredients, no matter how you look at it, it is prepared for a quick breakfast, which obviously cannot be served on the table of hospitality.

Draco Malfoy leaned over and peered in from behind Harry Potter, "Fridge?"

"Huh?" Harry Potter knelt down to open the refrigerator.

"Muggle thing? Powered?" Draco Malfoy went around to the back of the refrigerator and didn't find that the man-high cabinet was connected to the power supply.

"Oh, no." Harry Potter finally understood what the man meant, "Muggles need electricity, we don't."

"You turned it into a magic item?" Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow, searching his pockets.

"Yes. It's much more convenient to control the temperature with magic than electricity." Harry Potter was lucky enough to find two pieces of beef. "Is the steak okay? I live by myself and don't store any ingredients." He looked up at Draco Malfoy.

"Okay, I'm not that picky." Draoc Malfoy shrugged.

Harry Potter looked at the blond youth strangely, he had reservations about this sentence.

"Medium, black pepper sauce, since you can't make a charcoal grill I can only hope it's edible." Draco Malfoy added, "Oh yes, if you have wine it'd be—" he swiped Looking at the bottles and cans on the cabinets in Harry Potter's kitchen, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything. Just eat it."

really. Harry Potter complained that if the bastard didn't find fault with his savior, he would change his surname to Malfoy today.

The Savior rolled his eyes at him, "I'm an Auror Malfoy, and I can't drink during work hours."

"Forgive me for reminding you Potter, you're resting now." Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and narrowed his eyes, "So last night you went to have a drink early in order to sleep?"

Harry Potter was taken aback, "How do you know?"

Draco Malfoy smirked, "Fire whiskey, rich pear flavor, I guess it's Langedona." He paused, "Oh, and the butterbeer in your fridge." He smacked his lips in feigned disgust Glanced at the other party, "It turns out that you just planned to have sex with me, Potter, through drinking. Having sex after drinking, huh?"

"What kind of tongue are you... It's been almost two hours since I finished that drink and I went to find you." Harry Potter thawed the two pieces of beef, "By the way, drinking is just by chance, you have to let Let me digest your new identity." He turned his head and winked at Draco Malfoy behind him, "Anyway, it's better than you not being able to answer my phone and return my messages because you smell like cigarettes."

"Tsk." Draco Malfoy couldn't refute, he walked over and wrapped his arms around Harry Potter's waist from behind, wrapped the savior in his arms, put his golden head on his shoulder, and watched Harry Potter handle the ingredients with his wand, "Then what's your name? If you can't flirt, you'll be fucked instead?"

Harry Potter elbowed the person behind him, took advantage of the air that the other person was cursing and receding back, turned around and waved his wand to open the refrigerator and took out some vegetables from it.

"To be honest, I don't care that much about up and down positions," Harry Potter said.

"Then you're still 'HPDM will not rebel or dismantle it.'" Draco Malfoy simply stopped fighting, leaning against the edge of the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining room, his gaze resting on Harry Potter's side face.

"Because I always thought that if we really had the chance to have sex, I would be more likely to have sex with you." Harry Potter explained, "After all, you are too weak, I mean physical strength." He continued to wave his wand to let the ingredients go Go where they should be, with a brisk tone, "And it turns out, I was right."

Draco Malfoy secretly touched his lower back and curled his lips in disbelief, "It's obviously because your own skills are too poor."

"I admit, if I had experience, it wouldn't be your turn." Harry Potter nodded, "Besides, you are not much better."

"It's the first time, I think I'm pretty good." Draco Malfoy raised his jaw, full of confidence, his stomach protested from the beginning, and the empty hunger forced him to open Harry Potter's refrigerator and put the toast in it Pulled out.

Harry Potter turned sideways on the toast in Draco Malfoy's hand and cast a Levitation Charm to lift it in mid-air, then took another slice from it, and heated it quickly with magic.The tops of the pure white toast slices gradually turned a light burnt yellow, and the rich milky aroma and the unique aroma of baked products also diffused.

The piece of toast was at its best when it landed in front of Draco Malfoy's eyes, and he bit into it, the outermost crispy shell cracking in his mouth, temporarily satisfying his appetite at the moment.

"It's really good." Harry Potter continued the topic just now, he really enjoyed the feeling of being hugged by Draco Malfoy, as well as those novel pleasures.

Draco Malfoy was especially pleased with the food and recognition, "If you really want to fuck me that much, that's fine. For the sake of this toast."

"Your status as a superior is only worth a slice of toast?" Harry Potter asked.

Draco Malfoy chewed the food in his mouth, swallowed it before opening his mouth: "We are all men Potter, sexual desire and desire to conquer have always been directly proportional."

"Indeed, but I think that was pretty good last night." Harry Potter continued his work, the steak was already in the pan, "By the way, it's not bad for you to face up to your physical condition, isn't it?" He smiled wickedly laugh.

Draco Malfoy swore that he would take Harry Potter's surname next time if he didn't make the savior cry.

Harry Potter was holding the finished steak and was going to ask another person in the house to help put it on the dining table, but the other person didn't know what he was thinking about, with a serious expression on his face, Harry Potter rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly , He put the steak on the dining table with a plate, and then stood in front of Draco Malfoy.

He intentionally moved closer to Draco Malfoy, staring into the other's gray eyes, "Draco." He called out affectionately in a low voice, "Although I am willing to be the one who is hugged by you, but even so..." He suddenly pressed his hands On the other's shoulder, leaning close to Draco Malfoy's ear, exhaled ambiguously, "I also have ten thousand ways to sleep with you." Finally, he stuck out his tongue and took a small bite on Draco Malfoy's red earlobe, and the tip of his tongue barely brushed earlobe.

...? ! ! Draco Malfoy knew him instantly, who the hell could resist being so teased by the Savior!

Harry Potter watched the blushing results of his prank with satisfaction, and was just about to happily leave to bring other plates to the dining table, when he was dragged back, and another kiss hit his face.

Draco Malfoy clasped his waist firmly, pressing their hot spots together. Harry Potter wrapped his arms around the former's neck and pressed the guy's head to himself.The lips and tongues of the two people pushed each other fiercely, encroaching on the other's mouth, neither willing to show weakness. Harry Potter confirmed what he said just now, even if he gave up his status as a so-called superior, whether it was kissing or making love, the savior was never a being who easily gave up the initiative.

What's more, if Harry Potter didn't take the initiative, the two of them wouldn't have the chance to lean against his kitchen and kiss passionately.

What kind of guy was Draco Malfoy? Harry Potter knew very well that at this stage, it was simply a dream to expect that guy who was so cowardly and not good at expressing his inner feelings to contribute to the relationship between the two of them.If Harry Potter really intended to be with this Slytherin in front of him, or even go further, someone would have to do these things, only himself.

From the stories that guy wrote, it can be seen that the more arrogant and disgusting he is, the more he is full of hatred and inferiority towards himself. This person always feels that the future where he can have an intimate relationship with Harry Potter is Absolutely not his.

Harry Potter is especially thankful for his tough sanity sometimes, except when their sex is close to orgasm or when Draco Malfoy really swallows his will with lust and pleasure, whether it's kissing or being penetrated, his brain is always clear, So he knew very well that last night was definitely not a temporary drunken madness.

He just wanted to have sex with this guy, in any way, in any position.

After the kiss, Draco Malfoy rested his head on Harry Potter's shoulder, refusing to let go.

He had already been kissed hard by that savior, and so was the other party.

Draco Malfoy hesitated.

"Not hungry?" Harry Potter stroked the other's spine.

"hungry."

"Have a meal."

"it is good."

A small pot of vegetable salad, steak, a few slices of toast, and pumpkin juice made up their simple dinner.

Draco Malfoy sat opposite Harry Potter, dividing the steak on the plate, the meat was cooked properly, the meat was tender, the sauce was soft, and the savior's culinary magic could be said to be very skilled.

"Eatable?" Harry Potter asked deliberately after seeing Draco Malfoy swallow a piece of meat.

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "Okay."

Can.This rating is already high.

"Are you sensitive to smell?" Harry Potter asked curiously.

Draco Malfoy nodded, "Smoking now, sometimes my mouth is full of smoke, so I'm not so sensitive."

"You should write for a gourmet magazine," Harry Potter joked.

Draco Malfoy shook his head, "Not to that level, just a little better than the average person. And I don't know how to cook, I only know whether it's delicious or not."

"You don't need to understand, house elves are always so diligent." Harry Potter said, "Actually, I'm more curious, do different house elves make the same things?"

"Of course not." Draco Malfoy looked at Harry Potter like an idiot, "What gave you this perception Potter?"

"Oh, I think the food at Hogwarts tastes similar to the Ministry of Magic, just in a different style." Harry Potter added some salad to himself.

"I don't know about the Ministry of Magic, but Hogwarts is far from Malfoy Manor."

"for example?"

"The house elves in the manor are better at making refreshments, desserts and main meals, while Hogwarts prefers simpler food." Harry Potter seemed to be puzzled and didn't quite understand, Draco Malfoy continued to explain, "Let's put it this way, our fried chicken legs are not Delicious at Hogwarts."

"Oh, that's Ron's favorite."

"Obviously, after all, that poor Weasley family didn't have much to eat."

"...If you say one more word, get the hell out of the manor."

Draco Malfoy sneered, put down the tableware and raised his hands in surrender, and sighed in a strange tone: "Let me live under the fence, let me be a mermaid."

Harry Potter glared at him, "Shut up." He stuffed half a slice of toast into Draco Malfoy's mouth.

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and happily chewed the half-slice of toast into his mouth, but really stopped talking.

The two were silent for a while, and Harry Potter suddenly remembered that he hadn't done what he was supposed to do during his half-day vacation, and he looked at the guy who was still cutting the steak on the opposite side again.

"By the way, Malfoy, I've always wanted to ask you, the day the exhibition was set on fire, did you really notice anything wrong except that delirious girl?" Harry Potter asked.

Draco Malfoy put a piece of meat in his mouth as if he didn't hear.

"Malfoy?" Harry Potter frowned.

No response.

"Draco?"

Continue to ignore.

"...Draco Malfoy." Harry Potter's face darkened.

Draco Malfoy just looked up and gave him a sideways look, with the childish look of "Who the hell told me to shut up?" on his face.

Convince you, mentally handicapped. Harry Potter sighed as if admitting defeat, "I'm wrong, so hurry up and talk!"

"Oh." Draco Malfoy said, "No."

"Are you sure you didn't miss it?"

"uncertain."

"...Bring that memory to me after dinner."

"I reject."

"Why?!" Harry Potter was puzzled.

"What do I gain by giving you?" Draco Malfoy asked.

"You're being watched now, Mrs. Lavender." Harry Potter warned him sternly.

Draco Malfoy put down the cutlery, took a sip of pumpkin juice, "You said it was lavender, not me."

"What's the difference?" Harry Potter asked back, "You are the same person."

Draco Malfoy waved his fingers. "It used to be, it's not anymore."

Harry Potter frowned, thinking about his words, the savior suddenly opened his eyes, "You mean Parkinson?"

Draco Malfoy clapped falsely, "Wise."

"Thank you." Harry Potter said dryly, and then followed the logical analysis proposed by Draco Malfoy, "You mean the murderer is targeting Parkinson? He didn't know that you were the original owner of this account?"

"If he knows that the original owner of this account is me, you should investigate the Ministry of Magic thoroughly." Draco Malfoy smirked, poking at the vegetables on his plate with a fork to gather them together.

"Indeed, Ron found out that the original owner of that account is you by comparing the IP codes bound to each wizard registered by the Ministry of Magic when they log in to the Internet. You can only find Parkinson if you use other methods to search."

"So if the other party is targeting me, either the Ministry of Magic's firewall has been breached by hackers, or there is something wrong with you internally."

Harry Potter pondered for a long time, until Draco Malfoy put down the cutlery and finished his dinner. The Savior didn't speak any more, completely engrossed in the still unsolved case.

Draco Malfoy set his own tableware, drank the last sip of juice, watched Harry Potter mechanically chewing his dinner, and couldn't help frowning. The black-haired savior opposite was completely immersed in his work state, and he didn't even know how to eat. .

"You've always been like this?" Draco Malfoy demanded suddenly.

"What?" Harry Potter looked across.

"Save the world, don't bother the idlers," Draco Malfoy said jokingly, "You're in this state now."

"Uh... yes." Harry Potter understood what he meant, "Hermione also said that I am too obsessed with this job." He stood up, packed the two of them into the kitchen, and magically drove the tableware one by one Started to be cleaned.

Draco Malfoy sat where he was, waiting for Harry Potter to put all the plates back in place.

Harry Potter looked at the time after cleaning up the kitchen, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"Are you going to—"

"Potter."

The two spoke at the same time.

"You say." Harry Potter sat sideways opposite Draco Malfoy.

"I can give you that memory," Draco Malfoy said suddenly.

"Merlin!" The savior seemed relieved, "That's really great, thank you." Then he stood up and went to the study to find a container that could hold memories.

Draco Malfoy added hastily before he stood up, "I have one condition."

Harry Potter sat back down again, nodded, "Of course, you say."

"I want to live here." He said these words very slowly.

Draco Malfoy stared at Harry Potter's green eyes of astonishment, repeated with a raised brow and a smile.

"Potter, I want to live here."