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Draco isn’t sure why it hits him at that moment, really, but as he’s looking at him, it occurs to him that he really had meant what he had said the other night. This, even if Harry really had moved on from being a hero, was enough for him. Even if the rest of the world stopped loving the great Harry Potter, Draco never would.

“I love you.” There is a lump in his throat and he talks around it. “So much. And I don’t —it doesn’t matter to me, what you decide to do, even if what you decide to spend your life doing is something that no one else thinks is important, I’ll think it’s important, as long as it makes you happy. And even on the days where you think you’re nothing, I’m going to be able to tell you different, because you’re everything to me.”

“Draco.” Harry looked sad, and a bit embarrassed. “Draco, don’t.”

“No, let me say it.” Draco takes a deep breath and rushes through it, not sure what he is saying and only that he needs to say something, to make some fumbling attempt at getting his point across. “You say that you need to figure out who you are, and what you want, and you keep telling me that you’ve got no idea what to do with your life, so I’m going to tell you, Harry, I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do, okay?”

Harry just laughs, and Draco kisses him quiet.

“We’re going to get that house you keep talking about, the one with all the light. And you’re going to move there. And you’re going to play in a Quidditch league with Ron on the weekends because you keep saying that flying is the only other you’re good at but refuse to go pro, and you can keep dragging Hermione out of the office for lunch because she never knows when to take a break, and then you can work in George’s shop or help Luna with the Quibbler or even just sit in the house and cut up ingredients for my potions all day, anything Harry, just something, something even if it is not enough, because you’ll get there one day, alright?” Draco wanted this to sound true. To make his words make everything okay. To make Harry stop looking for a lightning strike of a revelation and give himself time to rest. “You just have to give it time. We had years to figure out what we want to do with ourselves. You’ve only had a few months. It’s going to take a little bit.”

Harry nods, slowly. “You’ll be with me?”

Draco lets out a breath. “If you want me to.”

“I do.”

“Then I will. Every single day, from now until forever.” It’s a big promise, and in his head Draco is thinking about a future that he was not sure he was being promised, where they both live in this house full of light and he is the one to come home to Harry, where Draco works in an office attached to the side of his house and Harry sort of just has his hobbies but that’s alright, because he has done enough, given enough of himself for a million life times over, and in his head, when this summer ends it is he and Harry who will be standing underneath the altar that George is building, not Luna and Ginny. It’s a selfish thing to want, but Draco can’t help it. “You’ve got me.”

“Promise?”

Draco’s not sure why that’s still a question. If he was going to walk away, he would have done it by now.

“Promise.”

Chapter 36

Draco

It took a while, but they finally found that place that Harry wanted, the one full of light.

It’s not a house, technically. It’s a cottage, halfway between Luna’s rebuilt house and the Burrow, perched right in the middle of the sea of grain and corn. If you stand out on the porch, you can look out and see everything, practically—Luna’s out to the left and the Burrow to the right and that apple orchard where the Weasleys play Quidditch, not to mention the whole muggle town, and even though Draco thought it was nice mostly because of how pretty it was, he also knew that it would make Harry feel better, having the higher ground. No one can sneak up on you when all you have to do is look out the window and see everything around you in one glance.

“What do you think?” Draco asks because he has to, but he can already tell from the look on Harry’s face that he had done good. It had been Draco who was scouring the ads in the paper every morning, Draco who finally broke down and enlisted the help of a realtor, and Draco who came to look at this place first, walking through the empty rooms as dust motes circled around in a stream of sunlight and thought yes, this, this is the one. He couldn’t help but be proud of himself.