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It was just another breakfast at Hogwarts - the school of witches and wizards - or was it?

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Translated from the original fic as below. He's been married for ten years now. I just found it two years ago and just translated it haha.

Just Another Breakfast By: fruit17

>>>https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3573779/1/Just-Another-Breakfast<<<

disclaimer: none of this fic belongs to me. This is just a translate-into-Thai version. The original work belongs to fruit17

Everything looks calm Finally Harry Potter was able to topple Voldemort and heal from his external wounds. Although emotional wounds are another matter. The B.B.S. exam has ended. Same as the V.P.R.S. exam. And there were only two weeks of study left.

Two weeks of walking around Chat and have fun while the first year kids worry about their first exams. Summer break is when most professors-except Professor Snape, of course-hold their classes by the lake. There isn't much to teach. Most of them are more casual advice.

But that suits everyone. No one expected that this peace would be shaken. Hmm...no one expected it except Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Friday breakfast begins the same way every day's breakfast begins since the completion of the B.B.A. exam. Everyone slept a long time and came to eat breakfast late - after the first and second years left the hall to study for the last minute before the exam - the seventh years slowly came into the hall.

And finally the Gryffindor table was filled with happy chaos. Even Hermione was chatting and laughing. She had relaxed a lot after seven years. Although sometimes she was tense - as she had often been in the past - when the conversation turned to the B.B.A. exam and future career paths, it was only Harry.

Only Potter remained silent. Which is not very unusual. Since Sirius' death he had grown more distant from himself. And he had become even more understated since he defeated Voldemort three weeks ago. But his silence that morning was not the kind of silence that was conveyed:

I'm dealing with my suffering and pain—get away from me.” It was more of a nervous silence. He kept glancing at the hall door as if he was waiting for someone. And that made Hermione worried.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Ha? oh! certain! I am fine"

She looked at him suspiciously.

“Really,” he confirmed, “I just...couldn't sleep last night.”

"Oh no Harry, it's probably not another nightmare?"

Harry almost laughed at the wild speculation. Between his wonderful tryst with Draco last night and the nightmare that Hermione was talking about. But he just shrugged.

“No, nothing like that. It's just...that's it.”

She sighed, not believing anything he said at all. It had been almost two years since he'd sneaked out of his dorm at night-according to what Ron had said. She had mentioned this to Harry once. And then he exploded. So she never came close to this topic again. At first, she and Ron suspected that Harry might be dating someone.

But two years of doing this doesn't seem very likely. Besides, if Harry is dating someone, Why wouldn't he tell them? Hermione knew he was haunted by nightmares and hoped he would tell them about his dreams. Of course, talking to someone will be more comfortable.

But she knew better than to force him to tell him. They rarely saw Harry the way he used to be - he was always on his own. But what Hermione didn't know was that Harry was rarely alone. And wherever he went by himself, he always ended up in the same place: the Room of Requirement.

Where he and Draco met. But you're about to find out. Because Harry and Draco were about to reveal their relationship to the world. And Harry was worried as hell.

The hall was now full of people. All the seventh years-except Draco-were there. The Slytherin table looked as chaotic as the Gryffindors, and Pansy Parkinson was giving Goyle a pose. In the same way that Ron and Hermione kept making out.

"I wonder where Malfoy is," said Hermione.

"He's dead," Ron replied hopefully. And of course at that moment Draco Malfoy suddenly appeared at the entrance. He stopped his feet for a moment. He glanced over at the Slytherin table - where Pansy smiled at him and Blaise beckoned - and looked past the Gryffindors staring back at him. Then he locked eyes with Harry and smiled. And after that, both of their insecurities disappeared.

Harry ignored Hermione's panic and smiled encouragingly at Draco. Then Draco sauntered towards him.

"What are you doing around here, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

The entire hall fell into silence.

"Just came to check on you, Potter," Draco replied, his voice devoid of rancor.

"There's got to be someone who can keep you out of trouble," he added and Harry smiled.

“Do you think you are that person?”

“You should believe that.”

And along with that sentence Draco leaned down and crashed his own lips onto Harry's.

The hall was deadly quiet.

"Good morning Harry."

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“I don't think anyone could fit into this seat.”

Harry laughed - he was sure there would be a seat next to him for Draco when he came in in the morning. But he pushed himself aside. And Draco pressed himself against Harry as if there was no room for him to sit on the bench. And Harry had no problem with that at all.

“Did you sleep well?” Draco asked as he reached across the table to grab a sausage. Ignoring the shocked looks of the Gryffindors in the slightest.

“It was only comfortable when I was escaping the evil demon who shouldn't be named but kept me awake.”

“But you have to admit, I'm pretty good at it.”

"No arguing, Hermione. Could you please pass me some ketchup?"

She didn't seem to hear him. She continued to stare at Draco and Harry in shock.

“You know,” Draco said, “I think you should take your housemate for a check-up. Are you sure they're not part of the Guppyfish?”

"And are you sure your housemates aren't trolls?" Harry seemed to be quite accurate when describing Slytherins. They recover very quickly. And now he looks ready to kill someone. The target will be Harry or Draco. No one seemed to be able to answer, not even the Slytherins themselves. Draco shrugged.

“I'm never sure about some people,” he said coldly. and looked challengingly into Pansy's accusing eyes.

“Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy! What an unsightly performance you are performing.” Professor Snape stood behind them. He was starting to look more like a bat, Harry thought. Neither of them saw Snape approaching behind them.

“Performing, Professor?” Harry asked, turning towards Snape. Unfortunately, Draco chose to turn at the same time, causing their heads to crash together.

“Oh!” “Potter!” they shouted, rubbing their heads. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Professor Snape froze. His expression quickly suppressed the whispers that spread throughout the hall. The hall was silent except for Harry and Draco's laughter.

“Is Harry hurt? Do you want Draco to kiss you?” Draco squealed like a baby. But he didn't speak in a sarcastic tone like usual. It was only a tease. Many people were horrified by this tone.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry said, but there was no hint of displeasure in his voice. He wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and pulled him as close to him as possible. Draco was seen with his head resting on Harry's lap and his head on Harry's shoulder. They both looked up at Professor Snape, still laughing at each other.

"Sorry, Professor," Draco said in his normal Malfoy tone. Normally, using this tone would be a code between him and Snape. But this time it doesn't seem to work. Because for Severus Snape, everything had changed now.

“What happened?” he hissed in question. Harry and Draco immediately stopped laughing.

"We're eating breakfast," Harry replied.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for your arrogance, Potter!"

"Ah, Severus…" Professor Dumbledore protested. But Snape didn't seem to hear him.

“What does this disgusting behavior mean?!!” Snape asked again. Harry began to look uneasily.

“And what is that disgusting behavior?” Harry replied coldly.

"You must speak to me politely, Potter. I am your teacher! Even though I don't want to be.”

“I'll only be polite to you if I want to!” Harry shrieked.

"Harry…" Draco warned.

"Deduct fifty points from Gryffindor," Snape announced.

“For what?” Draco asked angrily. There was laughter around the hall. Snape didn't answer his question.

“What happened?” Snape asked instead.

"I haven't seen anything that 'happened'," Draco replied. "I just chose to have breakfast with my girlfriend."

“Girlfriend?” Professor Snape looked like he was about to faint. Harry smiled in a way that was reminiscent of Draco. while Draco answered brightly.

“Harry and I are dating. I'd say it's been a while. How much, Harry? Is it a year and a half?”

“Almost two years now.”

“So, this morning I woke up and thought to myself. 'I've been dating Harry for two years and I've never had breakfast with him. Not even after I woke up in the same bed as him!'”

“Draco!” Harry protested tentatively as gossip spread throughout the hall. Draco smiled, but didn't pay much attention to Harry's protest.

“Therefore, I thought that Now that the Dark Lord is dead. My father is in Azkaban. And we'll be graduating from school in a few weeks. It's probably time." He paused. "Professor? Is that okay? You look green.”

Then there was a thumping sound. Professor Snape fell to the ground. Harry and Draco looked at each other and burst out laughing again. They shrugged and turned their attention back to their breakfast.

"Granger, could you please pass me some ketchup?"

There was still no response from Hermione. She was staring at him in horror. But at the same time Ron Weasley began to recover. Or to be more specific, he gathered himself enough to cry out.

“Harry!” he said through gritted teeth. “What is it doing here?”

"I think that's very clear, Ron," he replied softly.

“Why is he sitting at the Gryffindor table?!!”

Harry sighed. "Because he's my boyfriend, Ron. You know that, right? We're together, we're dating, we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

Ron Weasley was already stunned. Harry shook his head at his housemates' naiveté and turned back to his food.

“You know, Harry,” Draco said, “sometimes I don't understand how you manage to live among these brainless Gryffindors.”

"Because I'm one of them?" Harry suggested.

"I'm not arguing."

Then Ron regained consciousness. Part of this comes from being called brain dull.

"But Harry," Ron said, sounding like a two-year-old. “He-is-a-Slytherin!”

Everything came to a halt as Harry chewed his food. A look of confusion appeared on his face. He looked up at Ron.

"so?"

The entire table of Gryffindors moaned in frustration. Harry looked at them puzzled.

“I don't see where this is a problem at all. Like when Hermione dated that Ravenclaw-” Ron hissed in the back of his throat, and Harry realized that wasn't much of an example to choose. “-He always comes to eat with us.”

“But that's-”

“-Ravenclaw.”

“-is a good person”

“-Normal*” Various words poured out from the people at the table. Harry's eyes hardened slightly.

“Just like that,” was all he said.

“Harry!” Ron tried one last time. "Malfoy's father is a Death Eater!"

But all Harry did was look at Ron in confusion.

"already?"

The sounds of moaning from the surroundings sounded again. But this time Draco decided to do something.

“Look, I know you all are worried that I-” Fifty pairs of malicious eyes stared at him. “-I'll shut up.”

“Guys, why don't you tell me where the problem is?” Harry reasoned. “I can fix it. Is it because he's in Slytherin? Is it because he is Draco Malfoy? Is it because he is a man? Or is it because behind us Professor Snape lies unconscious?”

“All of that!” Ron Weasley snapped. “Harry, please tell me, tell us all this was just a joke. Malfoy will never...never be...

“Girlfriend?” Draco helped him complete the sentence. And again fifty pairs of malicious eyes stared at him.

“Quiet,” Draco said.

"You know, Draco," Harry said, as if he hadn't seen the hateful glances directed at him and Draco from across the hall. “I never liked that word.”

“Which word?”

“Boyfriend, it's just like...I don't know. Sounds like the first teenage girl loves something like that.”

“I totally agree. How about using the word...soul mate?" Harry made an awkward expression.

“So, that person?” Draco offered with a sarcastic smile.

"throw up! What? Should I introduce you to others by saying you're my Draco Malfoy?”

“Hmm...it sounds sci-fi(

sci-fi)

A lot.”

Harry replied, "I shouldn't have introduced you to those Muggle sci-fi movies!"

"Friends?" Draco offered again.

“We're not eighty!”

“The other half?”

“Are we married yet?”

“Okay, so lover?”

“What, do you feel like you should advertise yourself to the whole world about your love life?”

“So, what does the word partner mean?”

“Better, even if it sounds gay.”

"Harry, we're gay."

“Um, there's a point.”

“So what is the word life partner?”

Harry froze. “Mate,” he said, feeling the words on his lips. He nodded. “Um, that's the word.”

There was another thud, and Ron Weasley fell to the ground.

"Oh," Draco commented. “The stone floor looks hard.”

Harry shrugged. "He'll be gone soon."

“That's one Slytherin and one Gryffindor,” Draco said. “Who do you think will be next?”

Harry pointed to the Slytherin table. “Parkinson looks pale.”

Draco chuckled. “Look at McGonagall!” Her mouth formed the thinnest line Harry had ever seen.

"Or maybe Granger," Draco gestured towards the girl sitting across from them, who was still speechless, stunned.

"So you think I'm a Gryffindor?"

"Slytherins are tougher," Draco declared harshly.

But they were both wrong. Because at that time The thud sounded again, and Hanna Abbot fainted.

Draco smiled cheerfully. “I told you that she could never get over you.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Hermione," he tried again. "tomato ketchup?"

Still no response Harry sighed and reached across the table to pick it up himself.

-END-

*Normal - According to the original English language, the word

straight

which means straight Or it can be translated as normal male and female love. That is, they are not homosexuals.

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