"Do you have to be so cheesy all the time?"
"Well, I don't want to be, but you know you're the one who caused me to be cheesy in the first place."
Harry laughed, leaning against the blonde,"I can't argue with that."
Draco kissed the top of his head and snaked his left arm around the skinny boy's waist, breathing in the cold night air that swept past them.
The moonlight reflected off the black lake making a majestic glow to the whole scenery. Draco looked at his man and smiled to himself. He took his right hand and brushed a lock of thick black hair that covered the faded scar on his forehead.
Harry's eyes fluttered shut at the touch and leaned in even closer to Draco.
"You're warm." Harry mused with delight.
Draco hummed in return still stroking his hair.
They sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Just too boys that grew up too fast in a very cruel world. The trees danced in the wind and made shapes across the lake that looked way to alike to the people who had fought and died in the war.
My mind is an odd place, the blonde thought to himself, now looking back at the Castle which it's normal magical glow had gone and burned out, for now it stood damaged because of the destruction and heartbreak of the war had caused, never to be the same again.
"I wanted to marry you." Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he bit his lip still looking at the castle, away from Harry.
Draco gulped, eyes shut, voice cracking as he tried to speak but no words found him, for he always seemed to be at a loss of words when his Harry caught him off guard.
"I did, I really did." Harry took a breath, breathing in the air, the freshness of the cool water mixed into the night air. Wind rippled throughout the water as another gust of wind ripped through the sky making Draco shiver.
"I wish, still, we could, only if it were sooner. We could of-"
"Harry." Draco gasped out the name, he hadn't noticed when he stopped breathing.
"Harry, please... just stop."
"I know we were too young anyway. We couldn't have and Voldemort and the war and-"
Draco choked back a sob.
"Draco?" Harry's voice had become incredibly soft, concern written all over his face.
Draco had to look at Harry, so he tore his head from the Castle and looked at green eyes that shook ever so slightly.
Draco removed his hand from the boy's waist and cupped his face. Harry closed his eyes for a only a brief moment then opened them again to look at Draco, who now held back tears.
"Hey what's wrong?" Harry asked, now grabbing Draco's hand from his face and holding it with his own.
"Nothing, nothing at all, can we not talk about what could have happened and enjoy this beautiful night, ok?"
Harry looked skeptical but nodded and squeezed Draco's hand one last time before he let go and leaned against Draco once more.
This was all what Draco wanted, he just wanted to be with Harry one last time, without any thought of before and be with him in the moment, for the last time before he would never see him again.
Of course Harry didn't know that, though.
Draco took his left hand and held it up to the moon, the sliver promise ring glinted against the moonlight, it was breathtaking.
"I love you." He whispered to nothing.
***
"How's lily doing?"
"Oh she's wonderful, got into Hufflepuff."
"I'm not surprised." Hermione said, getting up from her chair and crossing the kitchen to get the tea.
"She's a good soul." Draco said, looking around the quant little house Hermione and Ron owned.
Hermione returned to kitchen table and pored a cup of tea for Draco.
"Thank you." Draco said before taking a sip.
After a bit of awkward silence Hermione dared to say, "Harry would be proud of you."
The mention of the name made Draco's head spin and he put the China tea cup down before he dropped it, his hands were shaking.
Hermione bit her lip immediately thinking that wasn't the best thing to bring up, but to her surprise Draco spoke.
"I-I think he would be." Glossy eyes looked up at Hermione and she gave him a small sad smile.
They talked about everything and anything until Draco had to go home and get ready to pick up Lily, it was Christmas break starting today.
***
Once Draco saw the first year Lily hop off of the Hogwarts express he smiled so wide and waved at his little girl, the black haired and hazel eyed girl saw him and ran to him, arms open wide.
"DAD!" Draco picked her up, hugging her while he spun her around, Lily laughed.
He put her down and got to her height.
"How are you? How's school? Did you make friends? How-"
"Dad!" Lily said shaking her head, "too many questions!" She giggled.
Draco's smile grew even wider, "ok, ok." He got up and held his hand out to her. She took it, he grabbed her trunk and let her carry Olive, her brown owl.
Draco got in the car and started to drive, then Lily noticed he wasn't driving to their house.
"Where are we going dad?" She asked.
"I wanted to bring you somewhere. I want to show you something."
"Ok!" Lily smiled brightly and looked out the window as the trees and cars flew by.
After what seemed like forever, Draco parked the car and got out, instructing Lily to the same and to grab a coat since it was freezing outside.
Godric's Hollow seemed brighter the last time Draco visited, but it was still dull as ever.
"Where are we?" Lily asked, looking around with big, wide eyes.
Draco took a deep breath, breathing in chilly air, before he keeled down again to her hight and put his hands on the side of her arms.
"Do you remember me telling you about Harry?"
"Yes, I do, he saved everyone and he was your boyfriend." She spoke fast, she knew her dad was sensitive about the subject of Harry. "I know the stories dad."
"Right of course you do, I-I wanted to show you where -where h-he was um-" Draco gulped and blinked his eyes.
"Buried." Lily helped, she said the word so quite she wasn't sure he had heard her.
"Yes, and his parents-"
"Ok, let's go." Lily gave him a smile and took one of his hands in her's.
Draco smiled back at her and stood up leading her to the graveyard.
Right next to Lily and James Potter lay, was Harry.
Lily gasped, and traced Lily's name on the grave stone.
"Is that where you got my name-"
"Yes," Draco said quietly. Lily went back and hugged him tight. Draco did the same looking at Harry's grave stone.
He finally let himself close his eyes and let the tears fall.
Lily pulled back and saw her dad, he looked so broken.
Draco smiled down at her, and moved over just a tad where he could face Harry's grave fully and keel down on the ground in front. Lily stood next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Draco took his wand out and whispered something and flowers laid at his headstone and Lily's and James'.
"I see a lot of him in you." He reached up and laid his hand over his daughter's.
"How? He was in Gryffindor and I'm in Hufflepuff-"
Draco shook his head, "has nothing to do with that, you have a good soul Lily, you have so much faith and hope, and you're brave, so brave. Just like Harry."
"Oh," Lily said, her own tears threatening to spill.
Draco looked at his left hand and saw the ring that he kept on for all these years. The promise ring Harry gave him. He smiled at it, tracing the words that were engraved into it: L'autre moitié de mon cœur
He took it off and placed it on the bottom of the headstone, whispering a spell, so it would stay.
"He was the other half of my heart Lily."
Lily looked at him, tears now both graced their cheeks, "I know." She hugged him. Draco closed his eyes and held her.
"I love you dad."
"I love you too my sweet girl."