Harry didn’t speak for a long moment as he studied the man in front of him. It was true, the years had been hard on the both of them – pre, during and post war. Now, they were older and they had seen far more than any one their age normally did. “We do have certain charms and spells we can use to hide you for a while.” Not to mention a magical version of witness protection.
“I learned subtlety my first year,” he said, acting a little (more teasing than he was serious) haughty. “Besides, had I not been subtle, you may have known how much I liked you sooner.”
He took the shot and sat the glass down onto the table. Harry felt himself relax little by little and whether that was because of the company or because of the firewhisky, he wasn’t sure.
It was probably a bit of both.
“If you want someone to go with, I’ll go,” he offered, looking at him. Draco Malfoy didn’t need anyone holding his hand but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to offer it.
Harry turned the glass around on the table, looking lost in thought where the years had gone, his reasons for marrying Ginny and how things felt now with Draco’s return.
It shouldn’t have changed anything and yet… things felt changed. Felt charged.
“You know me, it’s not my thing.” Besides, if he were to ever have a stag party and the other party wasn’t Draco, he’d have wanted Draco to be the one to plan it. After all, once upon a time ago, they had known each other as much as they had known themselves.
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“I learned subtlety my first year,” he said, acting a little (more teasing than he was serious) haughty. “Besides, had I not been subtle, you may have known how much I liked you sooner.”
He took the shot and sat the glass down onto the table. Harry felt himself relax little by little and whether that was because of the company or because of the firewhisky, he wasn’t sure.
It was probably a bit of both.
“If you want someone to go with, I’ll go,” he offered, looking at him. Draco Malfoy didn’t need anyone holding his hand but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to offer it.
Harry turned the glass around on the table, looking lost in thought where the years had gone, his reasons for marrying Ginny and how things felt now with Draco’s return.
It shouldn’t have changed anything and yet… things felt changed. Felt charged.
“You know me, it’s not my thing.” Besides, if he were to ever have a stag party and the other party wasn’t Draco, he’d have wanted Draco to be the one to plan it. After all, once upon a time ago, they had known each other as much as they had known themselves.