- 97 -
Friday, September 29, 2017
Come by the shop after work today.
Draco
- 98 -
Sunday, October 8, 2017
I know I've said this already, and you're probably already gone by now, but... don't leave. Don't do this again. I want you to stay, and Al will be devastated if Scorpius goes with you.
Harry
- 99 -
Thursday, October 12, 2017
I've got to. I'm in too deep; I don't even know myself anymore. I need to get away from here.
Scorpius is staying at Hogwarts.


100！撒花！

第三人称
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Draco's hands trembled slightly as he skimmed his fingers across the large, red "RETURN TO SENDER" stamped across the yellowing parchment. He shut his eyes, remembering how he'd felt when the owl had returned with the letter still tied to its leg. Furious. Devastated. Heartbroken. A single tear seeped out from the corner of one closed eyelid and made its way down Draco's wrinkled cheek, leaving a jagged trail that glistened in the dim lighting of the attic.
"Father?"
Draco looked over his shoulder and hastily wiped away the stray tear when he saw his son standing in the doorway, forehead creased with worry.
"I'm sorry. I was just looking through some old letters."
Scorpius's frown softened. "Not again," he said, lifting the candle he held up higher and approaching Draco. He offered a hand to his father. "You're always reading those letters."
"It's hard to let go of the past at my age." Draco took his son's hand and used it to pull himself to his feet, wincing when his joints creaked in protest. "Especially that particular past," he added, casting one last glance at the messy pile of letters in his old school trunk before closing the lid on the trunk with a flick of his wand.
"All these years, and you still haven't told me who your correspondent was," Scorpius said as he and Draco began heading downstairs.

Draco smiled slightly. "I'll tell you when you're old enough."
"I'm nearing fifty, Father. I'd say I reached 'old enough' a few decades ago."
Draco swallowed. "You'll appreciate the letters more if you wait to read them. Every time I reread them, I catch subtle details that I failed to notice before."
Scorpius shook his head incredulously as they neared the bottom of the stores. "I'll never understand you, Father."
Chuckling softly, Draco patted his son's shoulder and followed him into the drawing room of Malfoy Manor.
Two figures were sitting in the ornate armchairs arranged around the glowing fireplace, talking in soft tones. Firelight gleamed off hair as white as Draco's as the older of the two turned around.

"About time," Harry said to Draco and Scorpius, his lined face breaking into a toothy grin.
Albus nodded fervently. "I don't think I can bear to listen to another one of Dad's stories."
Scorpius sat down next to his best friend. "Sorry, we were in the attic."
"Why were you in the attic?" Harry asked as Draco hobbled across the room and gratefully sank into the seat beside Harry.
Draco shot Harry a meaningful look. "I was reading through some old letters."
"Oh, really?" The hand that covered Draco's on the armrest of his chair was all skin and bone, attesting to the years that had passed them by. Draco turned his hand over so that he and Harry were palm-to-palm and entwined their fingers.
"Really. They were fascinating letters so very well written, or at least half of them were."
"I'm sure," Harry said wryly. He glanced towards Albus and Scorpius, who were arguing over Albus's decision to recruit James's son to the Pride of Portree. Then he turned back to Draco and, in lowered tones, asked, "Did you read all of them?"
"Every one," Draco replied, pleased with the way Harry's eyes lit up. "Even the first few. Did you know you only told me you hated me once?"
"Imagine that. I'm sure I said it to your face a couple of times."
"Most likely," Draco agreed, settling deeper into his chair.
His mind strayed back to the events that had occurred after he sent the last letter. Draco had told Astoria the truth, leaving out the more sordid details, and she had surprisingly been fine with it. Draco's suspicions had been correct Astoria had known all along. Weeks had passed after they officially ended their marriage, and Harry hadn't replied. Draco had given up hope and begun packing to leave France. Then, a few days before he was set to leave, Harry had appeared on his doorstep.
"I got your letter," he had said, while Draco gripped the doorframe and stared at him dumbly. "I read it and sent it back because I didn't want to burn it, but I knew you'd want to keep it somewhere where it couldn't be found if it wasn't destroyed. And then... I sat and I thought. A part of me wanted you to know that you were a git for thinking I couldn't wait that long, but I also knew that I needed time to make the right choice. I didn't want to rush into another stupid decision. And... I don't think I did."
He hadn't. As far as Draco could tell, Harry had never made a better decision in his life.
Shifting over so that he could lean closer to Harry, Draco whispered, "I love you."
Harry's smile was all the acknowledgment Draco needed.
完结

26年的感情啊。。。有木有感觉，