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“Eleven?” Harry asked when Draco pulled away. “You sure had a funny way of showing it.”

“You’re all I ever wanted, Harry. I was terrified of that want, I was terrified of you.”

“You were much scarier than I ever was,” Harry breathed.

“You were almost like…an entity. An idol. You were bigger than all of us. And somehow, I was the unlucky dunce that went and fell in love with you,” Draco replied.

“Unlucky?” Harry asked raising an eyebrow.

“Unlucky that it was you that I feel for when I am who I am. Who I was. Lucius Malfoy’s son in love with the Boy Who Lived? He would have torn me apart. More than he already did,” Draco explained.

“I guess that is pretty unlucky,” Harry agreed. He could feel his whole body tense at the mention of Draco’s father, but decided not to comment any further. Draco knew how he felt about his father. His own sentiments probably weren’t too far off from Harry’s.

“It had a way of working itself out, apparently,” Draco smiled at him, touching Harry’s hand that still rest on upon his cheek.

“Don’t get all mushy and start talking about fate and all that kind of stuff,” Harry laughed.

“Don’t tell me you, of all people, don’t believe in fate. You’re a living prophecy.”

“It could have been anyone. Voldemort decided it was me. Not fate,” Harry said.

Draco shook his head.

“Whatever, Potter. You’re the one that brought fate up. But maybe now I’ll say it was fate that brought us here, just to annoy you.”

“Wouldn’t that be just like you,” Harry answered.

“Wouldn’t it be?”

Epilogue

“Uncle Harry!”

Rose ran up the walk of Grimmauld Place, tripping over her toes when she got to the steps. Harry smiled as the toddler clambered up the stairs, picking her up and hugging her when she reached the door.

“How are you, Rosie?” he asked.