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“IthinkIloveit.”Harrybreathesout,runninghisfingersoverthesmoothoakmantleabovethefireplacebeforepushingawayandcirclingthroughtherestoftherooms—thediningroomwiththebigoverheadskylight,thetwobedroomsupstairs,thewindingstaircaseandthetinykitchen,finallypushingthroughthescreendoorandstandingoutontheporch,facingtowardstheBurrowwithabiggrinonhisface.

Dracogiveshimamoment,andthenfollows.Hedoesn’thavetosayanything,becausethescreendoorssquealsandsqueaks,announcinghispresence.Itwastheonlydoor,atthemoment.DracohadthoughtthatwouldmakeHarryfeelbetter,theknowledgethatsomeonecouldnotsneakinwithoutsomerealeffort.

“Therearemorebuildingsthatcomewiththeproperty,ifyouwanttolookatthem.”Dracowaveshishandtoencompasstheareabehindthem,towardsthecellarandtheshedandgreenhouse,apparentlyeverythingthatonecouldneedforpropercountrylife.Itisn’treallyhisstyle,butDracocouldgetusedtoit.Wasalreadygettingusedtoit,ifhewasbeinghonest.“Orwecouldjustletthemgo,tearthemdown,itdoesn’tmatteroncewebuythem.”

Hedoesnotthinktwiceaboutthewe.IfthisiswhereHarrywanted,itwaswhereDracowouldgo.

“Idon’thavetolook,Ialreadyknowit’sperfect,”Harrysays,anditcouldhavebeenperfectforDraco,too,ifhewouldhavejuststoppedtalking.“Ofcourse,youhavetolookatplaces,too.Weneedtofindsomeplacethatyouwanttobeat,”andsuddenly,Dracocouldnotbreathe,becausetheideaofgoingsomewherethatHarrywasnotwasnotintheplans.

Butplanschange.

Dracoshouldbeusedtothatbynow.

“Right,”Hesays,andthesmiledoesnotevenslipfromhisface,thatishowgoodhehasbecomeatpretending.“Ofcourse.”

Thewordsfollowhimthroughtheafternoonandmostofthenight,untilHarrywasgonetobedtocatchuponmissedsleepandDracofindshimselfaloneinfrontofthefireplace,watchingtheflamesleapandwhither,wishinghewasn’tsomuchofacoward,wishinghecouldgoupandcrawlintobedbesidehimwithoutsecondguessinghisplacethere,justthisonce.

Therewasapictureofthetwoofthemonthemantle,armswrappedaroundeachother,rightinbetweenalltheotherpicturesofpeoplethatHarryhaddeemedimportant—ofHarryandRonandHermione,familypicturesoftheWeasleys,hismother,hisfather,RemusandTonks,abunchofbabyTeddy,evensomeofamanthatDraconowknowstobeSiriusBlack,backwhenhewasyoungandthedementorshadnotyetfoundtheirwaytohim.Backbeforehewasruined.

Thatwashispicture.Andoverthere,onthebookshelf,werehisbooks.Andonthetablebesidehimwashisfavoritemug,andablanketHermionehadknittedhimwasthrownoverthechair,andthere,even,backbythehallwaywasanoldsweaterthrownoverapairofshoesthathehadabandoned.Piecesofhimwereeverywhere.Hebelongedhere.Helivedhere.This,here,withHarry,washishome.

Hedidn’tmeanitlikeyou’rethinking,Dracothinks,tryingtocalmhimselfdown,thinkingthathereallyshouldjustgoupandlaydownwithHarryjustsohecouldquietthedoubtcreepingupinsidehim.Howcouldhe?You’retogether,always,hesaidso.

Itmakessense,whathe’stellinghimself,butsodoesthedoubt.

Theygobacktothecottagethenextday,thistimewithanagent,whohasthemtalkaboutitonelasttimetomakesurethattheyarecertainthatthisistheplaceforthem(she’salittlemiffed,Dracothinks,thatshehastwoextremelywealthyclientsrightinfrontofherandthisiswhattheyendupbuying)andshowsthemwheretosign.Quillinhand,Harrylookshappierthanhehadinawhile,likeheisfinallybeingfreed.

“There.”HedotshisinitialsdownontheverylastlineandsmilesupatDraco,ignoringtherealtorandherattemptstodissuadehimonemoretime,showhimafewofthemansionsandtownhouses,stillnotgettingthismanandhissentiment.“Allgood,yeah?”

Allgood,iswhatDracowantstosay,butthewordscannotquiteclearhisthroatbecausetheydonotseemallthattrue,becausetoreallybeallgoodhewouldhavetoaskHarrythequestionthathasbeenburningup,hewouldhavetoknowforsurethathehadaplacehere.

“Perfect,Harry.”DracoreachesouttotakehishandandHarryletshim,standsuptomeethimforakiss,thefirstkissinthisnewhouse,realtorbedamned.“Absolutelyperfect.”

Theyspendalotoftimeinthehousethatday,combingthroughit,checkingwhatneedstobedoneandwhatcanstay,decidinghowmanyoftheirthingsfromGrimmauldPlaceshouldcomewiththem.