Let me tell you first that this story was taken as a port. I wrote in a hurry and didn't check for mistakes. Still not communicating well

After sending the port, we will rewrite and change all languages.

Tonight was another night where Draco dreamed of someone no matter how many days, no matter how many people. This person will always be in his brain, but there are times when Draco wanted to try liking someone else. But when I go on a date, there will always be this little guy in my dreams that pops up in my mind.

It's as if the little one is jealous and doesn't want him to love someone else. Until now, it's been 2 years since he dreamed of this little one.

Emerald green eyes are always in his memory. Until he had to order the best artist in this city to draw a picture for him. which he was quite satisfied with

“Who are you, little one?”

Draco said the same words to himself every day, thinking that sometimes his little one would respond. Even though I knew that it was definitely impossible. Almost all the time he was free. President of a large company He didn't have that much time.

"Crabbe, you go and advertise for me as a secretary. I'm going out to a meeting. In the meantime, have Goyle do the rest of my work." Draco turned to his right hand. Then walked out of the room.

Draco worked all day today. Need a cup of coffee to continue working. Normally, he would have Goyle come and buy it instead, but because today he hasn't left the room all day. So I went out to buy coffee myself. Do some stretching.

The bell in the room in front of the café's door jingled as Draco opened the door.

“Yendee welcomes you,” came the sweet, clear voice of the only employee in the store.

Draco was pushing the door. He looked up. The two of them face each other. The two eyes stared at each other for a long time. Draco came to his senses.

"Little one," Draco said softly. But because there were only two people in this room Harry, the young barista, could hear it with his own two ears.

“I said no, what is the little one's name? It's been two years since I dreamed and I still can't remember each other's names," Harry complained to the other party. Ready to make an angry face

But in Draco's mind he saw a snarling little cat, ears erect, fur fluffy, without the slightest fear on his face.

"You're so cute, little one. I guess you come here often," Draco said loudly for the other party to hear.

“I said I didn't have a name. This little guy's name is Harry."

After Harry revealed his name Draco's forgotten memories filled his mind.

"Brother Draco, my name is Harry. I'm your bride-to-be."

“Brother Draco, am I cute?”

"Brother Draco, I love you."

“Brother Draco, I baked some cake for you.”

"Draco, sleep with me tonight."

“Brother Draco……………”

"Brother Draco"

"elder sibling"

“Brother Draco, wake up. If you don't wake up, I won't be your bride.”

Talk 

We send this one to the port. If we have more free time, we will rewrite it. There's no time now.