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Inspiration suddenly surged at almost 1:00 a.m. Until the entire plot of the story was written within 10 minutes. But when I actually wrote it for several days This story is for those who want a little sweetness in their lives. If you want a complicated plot that hides secrets, betrayed friends come up with a three-layer plan to love each other for three lifetimes. Please avoid Because the whole story is full of sweetness and hilarity that doesn't really make any sense.

Epilogue

Draco's POV

...Do you think you'll ever run away from home?

But for me, if I use the word "think" now it's too late...

Dust particles swept up from the sidewalk and cut smooth cheeks that were now pink with the force of the wind. Before that, a large, eye-catching purple Night Knight bus rushed forward.

The sound of a strange-looking bus bag giving a cheerful welcome. But it only penetrated my senses a little. I tossed him a galleon coin. As the well-tailored leather boots made their way to the bottom of the bed, the little feet hit the cheap silver metal floors along the driveway towards the far end of the bed.

Even though the body moves according to what it is supposed to do But my mind was immersed in past events.

...Malfoy Manor 30 minutes ago...

In a clean, white, French-style bedroom. Ten house elves stood in a line along the wall, punishing themselves by spinning crickets. In front of him, a small figure in white pajamas sat with lips the color of rose petals until they were white. Small hands twisted and wrinkled the bedspread. Gray eyes flashed with an unpredictable fury.

Scrubbing back the clear water that was welling in the eyes. and a tall, slender figure in cream-colored, fine lace pajamas stood in the doorway.

“What happened? Why are you acting like this, Draco?!!”

"Then why aren't you dressed yet? Didn't you order the elf to tell you a long time ago? You have to go to dinner with the Parkinson's family tonight. There are no exceptions. Do you understand, Mom?"

"Draco, why doesn't mother answer?"

"I don't want anyone to order me. I don't want to go out, I don't want to talk, I don't want to..."

"Good... Good... Draco... I don't want anyone to order me, I don't want to talk, right? If that's the case, from now on You don't have to talk to your mother again."

The sound of the door slamming shut immediately followed behind. The lips that were holding back to express their feelings closed as tears slowly fell down.

"That's right, coming out of there," the thin figure muttered softly. before slowly lying down on the bed and closed his eyes weakly But inside my heart, thoughts still race around without stopping.

...I know that what happened to me today is small and may seem ridiculous in the eyes of others. But for me it is important. I don't want to be a weak person. But I cannot live without love, care and understanding. Everyone who opened the door came in just to give me orders.

Even the elves have things for me to do. There are only orders that I must follow. I only need a little care and attention. And then when I open up and vent Even my mother wouldn't listen. Does anyone understand me? Even just..want..to understand I can't stand it. Really can't stand it.

Sometimes I don't understand how to run far away and go to an unfamiliar place. Why go to a place where there are fewer people who love us than before? But when the person we love and believe loves us rejects us, It's many times more painful. Then I'll go home. What's the point of a house that no one cares about? Tomorrow I will go to school. You don't have to go home.

You don't have to go back for a long time...

Harry's POV

The tall figure turned and looked around quickly. before rushing straight into the brick wall in front of him. In the blink of an eye, fresh air blew and touched my face. The blue sky contrasts with the deep red of the long train that sits in the middle of Platform 9 ¾. I take long steps to join the group of friends who had entered first.

Ron and Hermione stood there. They were arguing vigorously as usual. Meanwhile, the other people gathered around quickly beckoned me to be a judge on the couple's tender love story. I took a deep breath to fill my lungs with these happy memories. Being together face to face with close friends.

Smile and laugh at the present Have a happy and joyful day from the Burrow I just left. There are many brothers and sisters. Both Ron's parents loved and cared for me like they were their own children. And I can't wait to get back to doing fun things and breaking a few rules at school again.

I can't help but question in my mind: How happy can a person be? And if happiness is filled to the brim like this What more can this person want in my life than this???

At a distant point, far from sight A small figure was walking and leaning back and forth. I don't know if it was because of the wind or because there were too many bags trying to carry it. Soft blonde hair blows in the wind blowing in every direction.

...and maybe...this is the answer to my whole life...

But why does "my answer" seem more strange today?

Blonde hair needs to be set with stylish gel. The school uniform must be neat and smooth, so it won't wiggle even in a storm. And most importantly, my answer is that I have never had to carry my own bag. There must be people around to take care of the small army.

What exactly happened here?

Harry quietly slipped away from the conversation. before cutting along the platform and hiding behind a large brick pillar. When the familiar sound of footsteps arrived He immediately pulled the little person into his embrace. While the other hand tried to pull the large handle of the bag from the small hand to help support the weight.

"Draco, what are you doing today?" a soft voice from the tall man asked.

“Don't bother!” The thin person replied curtly as he walked away in the other direction. which immediately made the other party's voice grow stronger.

"Draco..."

"Don't give me orders. You have no right to speak to me in that tone,” Draco replied harshly, lifting his head slightly to stare into the other's eyes unwaveringly.

“I just want to help you. But if that's your wish I won't bother you again by talking or bothering you."

“There's no need to say this. That's right. People like me can't do anything on their own. You don't have to threaten me. And one more thing..." The little man's voice began to shake uncontrollably. As clear tears began to well up along the red rims of his eyes. Contrasting with the clear green pupils of the other side, which widened in shock.

“Another thing...the other day. Didn't you just say that you wouldn't talk to me forever?! So, wherever you want to go, go away."

Another angle

A secretive man and woman were taking turns using binoculars to decorate tiny gems. Their long blonde hair was blowing in the wind.

"Darling, that must be the reason," Narcissa whispered into her husband's ear... Lucius Malfoy, who was now gritting his teeth.

"I agree, darling. You stupid Gryffindor, how dare you do this to your beloved son? You don't say anything, you don't eat rice or fish. I have to go teach it now.”

"Don't!" A high-pitched voice echoed throughout the area. He hurriedly pulled Lucius's muscular arm, causing him to fall backwards. It caused people passing by to stop and stare in shock. But that was less than her beloved husband. I had never seen such manners from my wife before in my life.

“I'm sorry, darling... but last night we sent an army of mischief eaters all over town looking for you. He also disturbs Uncle Riddle and the young men under his command to follow him. The child still hasn't said a single word, so we'd better wait and see. In case you tell me the whole story." Narcissa cupped her mouth and whispered carefully.

Come back to the brick pillar at the end of the chalet.

"What was that noise?" Draco said with a frown. He lowered the hand that was covering his ear.

“I think...it looks familiar. Sounds like your mother's voice," Harry replied.

"I'm going to laugh! How can you know my mother's voice?!" The little man shouted. Listening to it, it sounded quite similar to the sound just now. In just one glance, her beautiful face suddenly faded. Clear tears began to well up again. with a soft voice saying,

"Besides... Mother isn't coming today."

"Oh, I have to remember my wife-to-be's voice. Oh, no... Oh, Draco, don't cry. What happened? Tell me."

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh" Finally my determination to keep quiet was shattered. Tears streamed down her soft, white cheeks. Harry opened his arms wide to pull the small body into a tight hug.

"What happened, good man?"

“Well... yesterday I broke our necklace. The other night we had just argued. Plus my mother wouldn't listen to me at all. No one is interested in me at all."

"Like this," Narcissa said.

"I should probably go look for you," Lucius said with a sigh.

“Actually, I shouldn't have been upset with my child. I just happened to be angry that I couldn't bid on a super diamond. I really wanted to give it as a gift for you to make a new walking stick head. Oops..."

"My darling," Lucius smiled happily. Even though it looked as frightening as a cruel smile. Before his brows furrowed as he thought about what he had just heard.

“But do you say so? Our child is such an idiot.”

Return to the original pillar.

“Oh, don't cry. That's all." Harry gently stroked the blond's hair.

"I'm afraid," Draco said, his voice muffled. A small face buried in a broad chest. Harry couldn't help but smile with affection.

"What are you afraid of? I don't see anything scary at all."

“Harry, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that we won't be able to save our love. I even broke one necklace. So what can I do to heal you? You know that I'm a destroyer...."

“That's not true. Don't say that. You don't have to worry. I will worry about you and take good care of our love.”

"You're the person who just said not to talk to me 36 hours ago."

"Well, I'm upset with you." The big man gestured with a hammer. which looks very contrary to the face before continuing to say

“I had to break through many layers of your father's magic before I could disappear into your bedroom. You're still busy reading.

Twilight

It's a bedtime story. Plus he screamed at that damn hero Kulen. I saw it and couldn't stand it. Besides, I think his father's blond hair and pale skin look much more handsome and exciting."

"That's not true. I think dark hair looks much better. Besides, I know you wanted me to put down the book so I could easily pull me under the covers." The little man had now forgotten his sorrow. Keep your head up and don't take sides when arguing.

"It's cold, Draco," Harry's voice suddenly softened.

"It's April. You really can't admit your guilt." Draco shook his head. As he realized that he had to walk away. So (pretend to) lift up the bag.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Kiss," Harry took the opportunity to jerk his head left and right. Kiss your cheek once. Green eyes looked towards the person in front of him who was making his eyes widen.

"I'm sorry."

"very good! And from now on, I hope nothing like this will happen again!” Lucius finally emerged and used a silver cane embedded with 72 pieces of jade to point at the black-haired young man, who could only nod in surprise. Any other

"Son, don't be mad at me," Narcissa said, accepting her son's hug.

"I also apologize for acting like that."

"The next day, what did you tell Dad? I'll take care of it for you," Lucius said sternly. before turning back to Harry Now I can only wonder when he stood in the Malfoy family circle.

“Then how can I trust you to take care of my son? My son is a good-looking person, has a family background, is good at studying, has good taste, uses only first-class products, has difficulty eating, and has many issues..."

"Uh...Father..." Malfoy interrupted when his beloved father began to describe him strangely.

“I wanted to take care of Draco from the first day he invited me to be his friend. I wanted to be more than that...so I angrily rejected him. Today the opportunity has come again. I will take care of him the best I can. "I won't disappoint Father," Harry replied firmly.

"Very good, otherwise..."

"Or else I'll take Draco's nephew home to raise him myself!" Riddle, dressed in a purple silk robe with green and silver embroidery, appeared in the middle of the circle, along with a sprinkling of rainbows to create a spectacular scene. his arrival

"Hey!/Whoa!/Whoa!/Ouch! How did you get here?" Lucius/Narcissa/Harry and Draco said in unison, shocked.

"Hello, you two," Riddle replied, raising his hand in a sweet salute. “Well, I followed Dre's nephew all night. Hoping to take you back to your room! Hey! Let's get you back safely,” Riddle said sweetly before changing into a more solemn tone.

“That scar-headed bastard. If you don't take good care of Draco, I'll take him!”

CRAZY!!!! The sound of carts crashing into each other was loud. But that couldn't shake everyone out of their stunned state at the words that just passed. Meanwhile, the little person who was the main topic of this conversation was ashen ashen. Large beads of sweat couldn't help but appear along his white forehead.

Seeing that everyone seemed to understand the true intentions within his heart too well, oh my! I see that everyone misunderstood. Riddle therefore had to explain to everyone to understand correctly.

"You mean take him to take care of you?"

"Never," said Harry. "I would never give up Draco to anyone, especially you. Our enmity will never go away."

"Harry, when did you become enemies with Uncle Riddle?" Draco asked, confused.

"The day I was born Your uncle dropped a basket of goodies on my head. It's a scar. My handsome face is completely damaged. Is this acceptable, Draco?" Harry said in a tone of anger. But I didn't forget to drop a final prayer for the little person to sympathize with him.

“Like this. It's okay. After all, you're the most handsome, Harry," Draco said shyly.

"That's not true. Father is the most handsome. I won't give in, Narcissa. I won't give in." Lucius pursed his lips like a spoiled child. So it was no wonder who the young Malfoy got this petulant and irritating personality from.

"No, darling, you are the most handsome," Narcissa soothed.

It looks like this unbelievable happy family style argument might not end easily. There was another person who couldn't believe the events that were happening in front of them as well.

"It's not true, it's not true, is it?" Ron said, ruffling the fiery red hair on his head. "Love each other since the first day we met. "Hermione, please tell me it's not true. I don't believe it."

"Love really is unstoppable, George," Fred said, giving the younger twin a shy look rolling beside him.

"That's it, Fred. I think so."

And their happy story will continue.

It's like the hands of a clock that don't stop moving.

As for what the future will be like?

I'll have to keep watching them...

***********************The End************************

A/N :

How are you??? Is it too sweet and cheesy? Haha. I wrote it to be funny but I don't know if the readers laughed or not? Where are you laughing? Kiwi will get it..I didn't make it myself and I laughed alone. Other people don't understand the joke. I'll be able to do better by writing the next story. ^______^

The story was posted for the first time at

blog http://giwi-guinevere.exteen.com/20090418/fic-hp-dm-sensitivity-that-makes-me-loving-you-1shot 

The truth is not the first story that has been composed. But I picked it up and tried posting the first story. Anyway, please leave it to me. //Kon^-^