10. (word) Feast
Harry smiled, stepping into the Burrow, one of the two places in his childhood which he was able to call home.
He loved being there, loved the smell of Molly's cooking, the bizarre things flying around, the presence of the Weasleys.
All of it made him feel like home.
He smiled at his husband, gently squeezing his hand.
Draco stood next to him, a small smile on his lips as he watched the scenery in front of him.
Bowls and pots washing themselves, a broom cleaning up the room, everything that showed how Molly Weasley must have just finished with the feast that she called a normal Dinner.
How he knew all that?
Even though he never would have thought that something like this might ever happen, this house, this family, had a great value to him and at times he couldn't help but wonder what it must have felt like to grow up in such a loving household.
Almost out of thin air, the pair who had been basking in the situation was scooped into the loving, welcoming arms of Molly Weasley.
"Good to see you boys, I hope you're hungry!" she said, a bright smile on her lips.
Harry chuckled softly, nodding as they both followed her into the beautiful world that meant so much to them both.