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“None.”Harrydecidesitforthebothofthem,lookingaroundtheemptyroomsandshakingdustofftheabandonedcurtains.“It’sgoingtobeanewstart,Draco.Anentirelynewhome.”

Dracoagrees,butreally,asmuchashehateditinthebeginning,hewouldmissGrimmauldPlace.It’sadrearyoldthing,buthecouldnothateit,notwhenitwastheonlythingthathadsparedhimfromaprisoncell,andnotwhenitwaswhereheandHarryfoundtheirwaytoeachother.Heknowsthatyouhavetomoveontomoveforward,buthedoesnotwanttoscrubitoutoftheirlivesjustyet,justwhenthingsweregoingsogood.

Thetwoofthemtakeatourtogether,andHarrybabbleson,aboutlettingDracochoosetheartworktogoonthewallsthroughthehallways,andhowtheycouldputpictureframesuponthewallalongthestairs.HetalksaboutexpandingthediningroomsoalltheWeasleyscanfit,becausenowthathehasarealhomehewantstohavethemover,andgoesoutintothegreenhousewiththebrokenroofandrottingsupportbeams,talksaboutplanningtomendit,saysthathemighttakeupgardening.

Theentirehouseisaproject,somethingtokeepHarry’smindoffthings,keephimmovingforwardwhilehefiguresalltheunansweredaspectsofhislifeout.Dracotriesnottoworryaboutthat,aboutwhathappenswhenherunsoutofthingstofix.

“Andhere,”Harryswingsthedoortotheshedopen,whichismagicallyenhancedontheinsidetobeaslargeasafullscalegarage.“Canbeapotionsworkshopforyou,oncewefixitup.Putinsomeshelves,afireplace,aworktable,somecupboards,apresto—”Hemoveshishandinasweepingmotionandthepicturecomes,unbidden,ofDracooutinthisshedduringthedayandHarryoutfixingsomethinginthehouse,thetwoofthemcomingbacktomeettogetherfordinner,maybepoppingovertotheWeasley’sjustforamoment,andthenspendingquietnightsathomeoverandoverandoveragain.“It’saspacefitforaking.Orapotionsmaster,whichever.”

Heissmilingathim,softly,sweetly,likeheissodesperatelytryingtomakethiswork,tokeepDracohappy.Itchasesthedoubtaroundandaroundinhiseyes,makesitclearouttomakemoreroomforthegoodstuff.

Andyet.

“Iloveit.”Dracosquaredhisshouldersbackandmadeashowofinspectingthings,makingplans,givingHarrymurmuredcomplimentsabouttheshedwhilehemakesplansofhisown.“Truly,Harry,Ido.”

Thepapersarestillpileduponthebedsidetable,whichisreallywhatgivesDracotheidea.

HecallsAngie,therealtor,whoisasquibbutdoeshaveaknackforgettingextraordinarydealsonmagicalhomes.Shepicksuponthefirstring.

“Hello?”She’sinabadmood,hecantellfromthebitinginhervoice.

“Angie?”Nothingfromtheotherline.“It’sme,Draco.”

Hekeepshiseyeonthedoorwhilehespeaks,straininghisearstomakesurethewaterfromtheshowerwasstillrunning.ItwouldnotdotohaveHarryburstinginduringthisparticularconversation.“No,thecottagewasfine.Thisisn’taboutHarry.”Itfeelslikebetrayal,whathe’sdoing.Dracoisn’tsurehowtothinkofit.Itwasn’tgood,butitwasnecessary,inaway.“Thisisaboutme.Ineedahouse,too,asithappens.Forgottomentionitearlier.”

Hecanfeelthestunnedsilencecomingfromtheotherendofthelineandithurts,becauseshe,too,hadassumedthatheandHarrywereapackagedeal.Hedoesn’thavethehearttotellherthattherehavebeenallkindsofsuchdisappointmentstoday.

“Ofcourse,Mr.Malfoy.”Hedidn’tliketohearthatname.Itmadehimfeellikesomethinghewasn’t,somethingheneverwantedtobe.“I’msurewecanfindjustthethingwe’relookingfor.”

“I’msureyoudo,”Dracomurmurs,andhangsupjustassoonasHarrypopshisheadinthroughthedoor,atowelwrappedaroundhiswaist,andwhenHarryaskswhohewastalkingto,hebarelyfeelsguiltywhenhetellshimthatAngiehadcalledjusttomakesurethatallthepaperworkhadbeensentovertotheministry.

Itwasn’tfinal,afterall.It’snotlikehewasplanningtomoveoutrightthisverymoment.

It’sonlypreemptive.Dracothinks,watchingHarrydress,stilltryingtofigureitout,becausewhileHarryhadn’teverdoneanythingtosuggestthathewasunwelcometocomewithhimtohisnewhome,hereallyhadn’tdoneanythingtosuggestthathewas,either.Justincase.