Today everyone had gone off to do their own thing, and Harry was supposed to go into town with Ginny and her parents to keep up appearances. But after their argument this morning, he ended up spending the day with Ron and Hermione going into the woods. It had been too cold to stay outside all day though, and after only an hour or two they had come back to the main building to find something warm to drink.

They ended up talking over coffee for hours, and even though they've been friends for years, and they had always stayed in touch - even when they were living on opposite sides of the world, and even through bad times - they seemed to have grown apart a little over the years.

Perhaps it was the fact that Harry hadn't been able to truly be himself and speak his mind for years - out of fear of upsetting someone and losing his family - that had made him try to avoid seeing his friends. Or even when they did see each other, he had started holding back part of himself. But today he had laughed with them, and he hadn't felt that constant pressure of saying and doing the right thing. It had felt like the good old times, and he had even managed to forget about the fight with Ginny - or about his confusion about his feelings for Draco.

When they say goodbye to go back to their cabins to get ready for drinks later, Hermione pulls him to the side - pretending to want to show him something so she can talk to him on her own for a moment.

"I've missed you," she says, a small, hesitant smile on her face. "These last years you seemed different, but today you seemed like your old self again. Now, I don't know what changed, and you don't have to tell me, but…"

"I can't," Harry sighs. "Not yet."

"Ginny?"

Harry gives a nod, and from the look on her face he can tell that she knows exactly what he is saying - what has changed. But he knows she won't tell anyone, not even Ron.

"I figured." She nods. "Are you okay?"

"I am," Harry answers, a little surprised to find just how much he means it. Because he never wanted this divorce, no matter the issues between Ginny and him. He wanted their marriage to work - for their children more than anything. And if Ginny hadn't messed up, he knows they would still be together. Still, he knows that this was the right thing to do, for both of them, and that, in all honesty, they will both be happier for it.

Hermione pulls him in for a hug, and she presses a kiss to his cheek before saying goodbye and leaving the restaurant.

Harry follows her a minute later, but just as he does, he runs into Draco. He wasn't expecting to see him, and for a moment he feels like he can't breathe. He is still half in denial about what it is that he is starting to feel for this man - especially after what he told him last night - and seeing him only makes him more confused. Part of him still feels like he can't trust him, like there is always something more to what he is saying - some kind of catch. But then there is the part of him that wants to take this man into his arms and hold him - that wants to kiss him even. Especially now, as he is standing there in that ridiculous purple coat, his nose gone adorably red from the cold.

"Oh, hello." Draco smiles, and Harry swears that he can see his cheeks turn red, but he quickly tells himself that he's imagining it. "I didn't know you were here."

"I was just leaving. I have to get changed before drinks later, so…"

"I see." Draco nods, the smile fading off his face.

"What?"

"I don't think I can make it to drinks."

"Why not?"

"It's cocktails," Draco says. "and I can't drink."

"You don't have to drink cocktails, do you?" Harry shrugs. "I'm sure Scorpius…"

"He can't find out I'm pregnant."

"He wants you there, Draco. So just order a cocktail and pretend to take a sip every now and then, no one will notice," Harry suggests, but he can tell that Draco thinks it's an awful plan, so he adds, half-joking, "Then when no one's looking, give me your glass and I'll finish it for you."

Draco shakes his head, laughing, but he doesn't reject the idea just yet.

"Come on, they've asked us both to be there."

"Fine." Draco rolls his eyes. "But if you end up drinking too much and you have a hangover at the wedding…"

"I'll be fine." Harry smiles. "Now, I should probably…"

"Actually," Draco interrupts. "I'm not sure I should have got you this, but I wanted to say thank you for being there for me last night, and I saw you looking at this the other day." He hands Harry the bag he was carrying, and Harry is a little nervous as to what's in it.

He opens it, and he's surprised to find the cream-coloured knitted sweater he had fallen in love with at first sight. He didn't buy it though, as buying the green coat was a big step for him, and he felt like the sweater - which Ginny would definitely have hated on him and have probably thrown out behind his back - would maybe be a step too far. He didn't think Draco had seen him check it out, and for him to have gone back to get it for him, it means a lot to him.

"You didn't have to do this, Draco."

"I know." Draco nods. "But I wanted to."

Harry leans in to give him a hug, but it's so unexpected, that it's awkward and their faces almost end up touching - Harry even almost going in for a kiss. Draco clearly noticed, because his cheeks have definitely gone red now, and when they look at each other, they both can't help but laugh.

"I should go," Harry laughs embarrassedly. "I'll see you at drinks later?"

"I'll see you there."

Harry was going to wear one of the shirts Ginny had once picked out for him - one of the expensive and itchy ones he always hated - but when he was getting changed, he decided to try on the sweater Draco bought him. Harry had gotten used to seeing himself wearing the stylish fitted shirts, but the minute he saw himself in the sweater, he felt like he was seeing himself again - just as he had done when he had tried on the green coat.

He wasn't going to take it off anymore, and he ignored the look Ginny had given him when she saw him in his new sweater and new coat. He didn't owe her an explanation. He was comfortable, and, he had to admit, he was excited to show off how he looked to Draco.

Draco had shown him a big smile when he saw him come in, and it had done nothing to help Harry get rid of his feelings for him. He tried hard not to focus all his attention on Draco during drinks with the children, but as they had to sit together so Harry could help him get rid of his cocktails, they did end up talking to each other the most.

Harry knew he probably should have tried harder to keep up the act of still being married, as everyone at the table - including Draco - knew nothing of the divorce, but he could give Ginny no more than a few smiles and the odd reply to a question here and there. Not that he was too worried about it though, as he was too caught up in this little game he was playing with Draco - where they had to time their swapping of glasses just right so no one noticed Draco wasn't drinking.

No one seemed to notice what they were doing, and as the night went on - and Harry was getting giddier as he was drinking double the amount of cocktails - the more risks they started to take. Going as far as to order completely different cocktails, just to see if someone would notice if they ended up with different shaped glasses. It made them laugh like little children - like nothing had ever happened between them - and even though their children and Ginny had given them the odd look now and then because they couldn't figure out what was so funny, they were having the best time with it all.

As much fun as they were having, Harry is happy when Albus announces that drinks are over though, and that they are off to bed to get enough rest for the wedding tomorrow, as he is starting to feel a little sick after drinking so many sugary cocktails.

"Are you alright?" Draco laughs, when Harry gets up, only to nearly stumble over his own feet.

"I'm fine," Harry laughs. "I'm just a little…"

"A little?" Draco cocks an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. "I appreciate it though," he adds, keeping his voice down to make sure the others won't hear. "Thank you."

"Don't worry," Harry says, the drinks getting to him a little bit too much, as he winks at him, the words falling out of his mouth before he can stop them, "You can thank me later."