Dinner last night had lasted until well after midnight, and after feeling tense at first, Harry did manage to relax a little after going outside for some fresh air. As soon as he and Ginny had gotten back to the cabin though, they got into a disagreement because Harry stupidly had made some comment about having the house to himself. No one even noticed, or if they did, they must have assumed he meant now the children moved out, and with Ginny working so much, because no one said anything about it. But it had, understandably, as they had agreed to keep the divorce a secret, upset Ginny, and when she brought it up to Harry, he snapped at her.

They didn't actually make up before going to sleep, and when Harry wakes up before the sun has even risen, he feels terrible for some of the things he said to her. He knows better than to wake her up to talk though, so instead, he quietly gets dressed and he leaves their cabin to see if he can find some coffee in the main building.

He didn't expect to find anyone there, but from a distance he spots Draco's bright purple coat, and where he thought it would make him want to turn back around and face Ginny instead - his heart actually makes a little jump. He's not quite sure why though, because their chat - if you can call it that - last night was more than a little awkward, and he's sure that if they were to spend another minute together, they would end up talking about the weather, because what else do they have to say to each other?

It doesn't stop him from entering the building and going into the restaurant though. Draco is sitting at a table, quietly sipping a cup of tea - looking even more tired than last night.

"Good morning." Draco smiles from behind his cup. "Did you have a good night?"

Harry gives a nod, hoping his face doesn't show just how much he had kept tossing and turning, and how little sleep he has had.

"They didn't keep you up, then?"

"Who?"

"I'm assuming Scorp and Albus, but I'm pretty sure I heard James and Teddy too at some point," Draco chuckles. "Their cabins are next to mine, and I think they were going to the hot tub? I'm not sure." He smiles into his drink, "but it sounded like they were having a good night."

"Sorry they kept you up."

"It's alright." Draco shrugs, before looking back at his tea.

Harry takes it as a hint that their conversation is over, so he checks out the machines - as the kitchen is clearly still closed - and he is happy to find an array of choices of coffee. So he makes himself the largest coffee he can find, and without asking if he wants one, he gets Draco another tea.

"Thank you." Draco smiles - something about the fact that he is so friendly, making Harry feel slightly uncomfortable, because it just seems so out of character. He wants to get to know Draco better though, and to get to know more about him - more than the stories Ron and Hermione told him over the years, which were often no more than hearsay to begin with.

"I was thinking of going for a walk," he says, "Would you like to join me?"

Draco seems to hesitate a little, and Harry can't say he blames him. Not only is Harry basically a stranger to him, but it's also freezing cold outside, and it has just started snowing again. But Draco gives a nod, and after putting his coat on, they go outside - glad to have their warm drinks to take with them, because it's even colder than it was just a minute ago.

"This is absurd, isn't it?" Draco laughs after they have finished their drinks in a silence that is so tense and uncomfortable, that Harry most definitely regrets asking Draco along for his walk. "Believe me, if someone had told me, when we were younger, that we would end up here… my son marrying your son…" Draco laughs again, shaking his head.

"I know." Harry smiles to himself. "I didn't think we'd end up spending our holidays together."

"My father is probably rolling over in his grave right now."

"I'm sorry," Harry says, not failing to notice how Draco said it as a joke, but how a sadness came over him as he mentioned his father. "I heard he was sick."

"He was." Draco nods. "By the end he could no longer get out of bed… my mother had to feed him, she had to wash him…" He sighs, the sadness on his face turning into a look of anger. "She spent years looking after him, and not once did he thank her." For a moment he seems to be caught in his bad memories, but then he shrugs them off. "Sorry, you don't care to hear about my parents."

"No, I…" Harry sighs, because it's true that he didn't care for the Malfoys, but he did feel awful for Draco when he heard that they had passed away. "I know how much they meant to you."

"My mother did," Draco says, as they make their way past a cabin, heading towards the woods. "After my father died, I was hoping she would finally be able to have a life of her own. And for a few months she did." He smiles, fondly thinking back to her. "She started going out again, and she made new friends. But then one day she just didn't wake up."

"That must have been awful, losing both of them so soon after one another."

"It was," Draco admits, "But at least my mother still had a few months where she could finally do what she wanted. And at least she didn't suffer."

Harry gives a nod, not sure what to say - not sure if there is anything he can say. The silence that follows is not uncomfortable though, and it almost feels like Harry is on a walk with a friend. Well, perhaps friend is a big word. But at least he doesn't feel like running away anymore like before.

"Did Scorpius tell you about the wedding?" Harry asks as they near the edge of the woods.

"What do you think?" Draco laughs. "He didn't even tell me they were in a relationship, until I wanted to go over for dinner one time and he told me he had moved in with Albus."

"They're both as bad as each other, then."

"They really are. I have to admit I wasn't sure what to think when I first found out they were seeing each other, but they seem to be serious about things."

"Well, they're getting married, so they must be," Harry laughs, a little uncomfortably.

"Don't remind me! But, and I'm not sure how much Albus has told you about Scorpius, but I was worried about him after his mother died. He wasn't coping, and for some time he started hanging around with the wrong kind of people."

"The wrong kind of people?" Harry cocks an eyebrow, because here he was, hoping Draco had changed, and now this?

Draco must realise how it sounded, because he quickly explains, "Some older kids who would skip school. They would sneak off, and he'd go missing with them for days… He refused to talk to me, and it wasn't until he was about to be expelled that he realised how serious this was. But even after he graduated he still wouldn't talk to me about his mother, and I was worried about him," Draco admits. "I had no idea how he was feeling, or what he was thinking."

"What changed?"

"He had his heart broken for the first time," Draco explains. "I had no idea he had a boyfriend - of course he hadn't told me. But he was devastated when the boy ended things, and that's when he finally started talking to me. Not just about his boyfriend, but about his mother, about his life… he started inviting me over to dinner every other week, and then one day I found out he had moved in with your son," Draco chuckles. "That's when I finally saw him truly happy."

Harry can feel himself choke up, not only at the thought of Draco spending years worrying over his son, and fighting to get him to open up to him - but at the thought of his son meaning so much to Scorpius. To him, Albus is still a little boy, but the reality is that he's a grown man, and he is going to be married soon. Perhaps even start a family.

Harry almost asks Draco what happened to him after his wife's death - if he met someone else, and if so, why they couldn't make it to the wedding. But before he can ask, something catches his eye and it makes him jump.

"What was…," he begins, but when he sees a group of deer heading towards them from the woods, he can't help but smile.

"They're beautiful," Draco whispers, and when Harry looks at him, he can't help but notice the look of awe on his face. This boy, who never showed any respect for any creature, now mesmerised by a few simple deer.