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“Neitherofusaremuchforgardeningthough,”Harrypointedout,andyethedidn’tliketheideaofthisfallingintodisarray.Itwouldbeanicegatheringarea,though,ifhebroughtoutsomenicemetaltables,maybeputinapool.AuntPetuniawouldhavekilledforapartyspacelikethat,ifithadbeenalittleneater.

“Wecouldbe,”Dracosaid,rollingontohisstomach.“Here.”

Here.Herewasdifferentfromtheirotherlives,likenomatterwhatelsetheywere,allthethingstheythoughttheyhadtobe,itevaporatedthemomenttheysteppedfootinthislittlehouseandallitssprawlinggrounds.Itwaslikeotherpeople,whentheysettleddownhere.

HarryreachedouttolacehisfingersthroughDraco’sandthengaveup,rollingcloserinstead,thetopofhisheadnudginghisshoulder.“Itcouldbeagoodlifeforushere.”Hewaswhispering,maybebecausehewastooafraidtosaysomethinglikethatoutloud.Likeallofthiscouldstillbreakatanymoment.“Don’tyouthink?”

“Tinyhouse,bigyard,overgrowngarden.”Draco’svoicewasjustasquietanddrippingwithwarmth.Harryreachedoutandtookhiswrist,kepttimewithhispulse,feelinghotfastitbeat.Normally,thatannoysDraco,buttodayheallowedit.“Itcouldbeareallynicelife,Harry.”

“Anywherecouldbeagoodlife.”Harrywantedtostressthispoint,makesurethatheunderstoodthatthis,thetwoofthem,wasitforhim,thattherewasnoturningback,andthatwhenhesaidIloveyou,hemeantit.“Anywhere,aslongasI’mwithyou.”

Dracosmiled,duckinghisheadintoHarry’sshoulder.“Thanks,Harry.”Hestillsoundedsoft,stillsoundedwarm,buthedoesnotreturnthesentiment.Harrydoesn’tletitbotherhim.Hewouldkeepsayingthingslikethatforaslongasittook.

Chapter38

Draco

Theyarealmostattheend.

Dracocanfeelit,howthingsarechanging,likeasortofelectricitypumpedintheair.Hehadsettledintotheideaofaroutine,andalotofthatroutineistiedupintheideathatthingswillnotchange—itisburrowedintothebonesofGrimmauldPlace,wrappedaroundtheideathatthereisLunaandGinnybeforetheybecomeLuna-and-Ginny,thepromiseofforeverthatHarryhadhandedhim,allofwhichisnowlookingsounsteady,likeonestrongpushmightsenditalltumblingdown.

Hetriesnottofreakoutaboutit.Nooneelseis,andhekeepstryingtotellhimselfthatchangeisinevitableandnotalwaysforthebetter,thatthisistheonlywaythatyoucanmoveontoyourbiggerandbetterthingsthateveryonekeepstellingyoutoreachfor,butithadbeensolongsinceDracohadaplacethatheconsideredsafethathecannotconsidergivingthisup,evenifthewallsinhishouseareeternallymoldyandthestairscreakandheiscaughtinaneverendingcycleofweddingplanning.Hewouldtakeit,justsothingscouldstaythesame,becauseifthingswerethesame,Dracowouldnothavetoworryaboutunpleasantsurprises.

“Hey.”Harrybendsdowntopressakisstothecheekbeforestraighteninguptocheckhisreflectioninthemirror.“Youalright?”

Sortof,exceptthatyoutoldmethatIshouldlookatplacestolive,too,andIdid,Harry,howboutthat,foundmyselfaniceplaceinthemiddleofmuggleLondonwithblackirongatesthatarespelledtonotopentostrangersandabiggardenoutback,onlyIreallydon’twanttogothere,soplease,whateveryouaregoingtodo,IthinkyoushouldsayitnowbeforeIupandrunaway,butyouwon’t,becauseyoudon’tknowanythingaboutthis,becausedespiteeverything,Istillhaveinheritedmymother’sknackforkeepingsecretsandmyfather’sabilitytoreasonanyamountofsubterfuge,evenwhenIknowit’sgoingtohurt.

“Perfect.”Becausehewas,perfect.Hehadaboyfriendthatheloved,andwholoveshim.Hewasplanningaweddingfortwofriendswhohecaresdeeplyabout,whohaveforgivenhimforallpasttransgressions.Andhewasatperfectlibertytodowhateverheliked,thankstotheministrypardoninghim.“Areweaboutreadytogo?”

“Almost.”Harryknewsomethingwaswrong,Dracocouldtell,buthewasn’tgoingtosayanything.Itwashardtoseethetruthwhentheliewassomucheasiertodealwith,somuchmoreagreeableforyourcurrentsituation.“Ijusthavetograbthepresent.”

ThepresentwasforLunaandGinny’sbacheloretteparties,whichwasactuallyjustonepartyforbothofthem.HarryhadrentedouttheLeakyCauldronforthemandstuffeditfullofballoons,thenpackedtheplacewithahundredoftheirclosestfriends.

AndtheWeirdSisters.

Thatpart,Dracohadtoadmit,wasmoreextrathanevenhewaswillingtogo,despitehowgoodofapartyplannerheconsideredhimselftobe.