"Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you really mean what you said about putting the past behind us?"
"Of course. If I didn't, then why would I say it?"
"I don't know. So you do want to, then?"
"Want to what?"
"Put the past behind us."
"Oh, yeah."
"Good."
Draco extends his hand.
"My name's Draco. Draco Malfoy."
Harry reaches out and shakes Draco's hand, smiling.
"Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, Mr Potter."
"Call me Harry."
"Hmm, no. I don't think so."
Harry snorts. "Alright, then."
"...Potter?"
"Hmm?"
"What made you want to start over?"
"...Teddy, actually."
"Teddy?"
"Yeah, Teddy. Last Sunday, he told me about how you're teaching him to do spells and such, and I thought that anyone kind enough and with enough patience to teach a five-year-old to do magic is the kind of person who I'd be proud to call my friend."
"..."
"You aren't the same person that I met all those years ago at Madame Malkin's, M- Draco. You've grown up, matured."
"Thank you, Potter. And I suppose that you aren't as big a git as you were back at Hogwarts."
"Wow. Thanks, Draco, that means a lot to me."
"I aim to please, Potter."