After joining the others again and letting himself get dragged into a drinking game by James and Teddy, Harry had almost forgotten about how awkward he had felt as their pictures had been taken. He was laughing and having fun with his friends and the boys, while Ginny spent most of the afternoon with Lily and her boyfriend. They had stopped pretending, and no one even seemed to notice. Or if they did, they didn't seem to care, as no one pointed out that they hadn't spoken a word to each other since the ceremony.

It's almost time to cut the cake, but nearly everyone is on the dance floor. The Weasleys laughing and singing along, Albus and Scorpius unable to keep their hands off each other and too caught up in each other to even notice the others. James and Teddy... well, Harry had seen them sneak out some time ago, and he doesn't have to guess what for.

"Is he okay?" Harry laughs, as Ron and Hermione walk past him. Harry recognises the look on his best friend's face all too well, so he knows that he has had a few too many. "Did you try to keep up with James and Teddy?" he guesses, but when Ron opens his mouth to answer, Hermione stops him.

"I think we should probably go outside to get some fresh air," she suggests, not even trying to hide her frustration. But Harry can tell that she's as amused as she is frustrated, and that they will be able to kiss and forget all about this without it becoming a big deal - as it definitely would have done if he had gotten drunk at one of Ginny's work events and embarrassed her like this.

"James and Teddy snuck out, so probably…"

"Ooh!" Ron laughs. "It's a bit cold for that, isn't it? You'll freeze your boll…"

"Let's go outside," Hermione cuts him off, and Harry flashes a supportive grin as she drags her husband out of the room.

They spent the night together, and they had seen each other for most of the day, but when Draco comes over to join Harry at his now otherwise-empty table, Harry realises just how much he had missed him today anyway. They have not spoken to each other since Harry had left his cabin, and even though that was just hours ago, it feels like they have been apart for days.

"What do you think of the cake?" Harry asks, hoping that some small talk will keep them from having to talk about the obvious. He points at the large and colourful cake, which is made to look like an oversized gingerbread house, and from which you can only up close see that it is in fact a cake. It's not exactly the traditional cake you would expect to see at a wedding, yet when Harry had first seen it, it made perfect sense for the winter and Christmas-themed wedding of the boys' dreams.

"It's great," Draco laughs. "It's very… it sure is colourful, isn't it?"

Harry can't help but smile, because as much as Draco tries to hide it, it's obviously not how he would have imagined their cake. Or, as Harry realises, how he would have made it himself.

"So why didn't you make it for them?" he asks. "I'm assuming this… creation…"

"No!" Draco laughs. "I definitely did not make this."

"But you're a professional baker, so…," Harry points out, but when he sees the dark blush forming on the other man's face, he keeps quiet, fearring he has said the wrong thing.

"I used to be a baker. Not anymore, remember?"

"You'll find another job," Harry reassures him. "Just take your time to… you know…" He nudges his head in the direction of Draco's bump. "Then when you're ready, you can figure out what you want to do next."

"Maybe I'll stay home and become a writer." Draco teases, and Harry can't help but laugh. "We'll have to see. I don't think I can wait until she's born to find work, especially not now we haven't got anywhere to live, so…"

"I told you, you can move in with me."

"Sure," Draco laughs, still not taking Harry's offer seriously, and as much as Harry wants to shake him up and make him see that it would be a much better option than becoming homeless, or having to sleep on his son's sofa, he doesn't want to push the subject.

"Can you believe our sons really just got married to each other?" he asks - more to draw the conversation away from themselves than anything, but he quickly realises that it only makes what happened between them last night feel even more awkward.

"It doesn't feel real, does it?" Draco smiles as he looks over to the boys, who are still dancing with each other. "Just look at them."

"They make me feel old."

"They make you feel old?" Draco laughs. "How do you think I feel? I'm about to have a baby."

Harry's heart makes a little jump when he hears him say these words, and even though this is not his child, and there is a fair chance that he will have no part in this little girl's life, he can't help but feel excited. The feeling reminds him of each time Ginny had told him she was pregnant - that odd mix of fear and excitement. But back then he knew he would be part of the child's life, and the fact that Draco and the baby could disappear from his life in just a matter of days, it breaks his heart.

He knows he has no right to feel this way though, because who is he to feel this way about someone he hardly knows, and about someone else's child?

Draco senses his change in emotion, because he flashes an uncomfortable smile, and he gets up to go back to his own table.

"Wait, Draco?" Harry asks, and as he grabs his hand to stop him, he feels the electricity between them. He quickly lets go, but he can tell that Draco felt it too, because he looks down at his hand as though he is seeing it for the very first time. "How about a dance?"

"What?" Draco looks up from his hand, and when he realises just what Harry asked him, he can't help but laugh. "No!"

"Why not?"

"Why… you can't be serious!" Draco laughs. "What about Ginny?"

"It's just a dance." Harry shrugs, but they both know that this is so much more than that. That this has been so much more than that from the moment they arrived here at the beginning of the week. "I also danced with Ron, so no one will think anything of it."

Draco stares at him like he's a complete and utter idiot, and Harry knows that he's probably right to think that. Because of course people will think something of it when they see him dancing with Draco. However, they will both remember this day for the rest of their lives, and this will probably be the only chance they ever get to dance with each other before they have to return to their old lives, so why worry about what others might think and waste this chance?

Harry gets up, and he leads Draco onto the dancefloor. The song playing is some upbeat pop song Harry still remembers from his childhood, and although Draco is still a little hesitant to dance at first, it only takes him a minute before he gets dragged in by the rest of the family's enthusiasm.

However, when a slow song begins to play, and most of the couples quickly find their way into each other's arms, Harry and Draco can only stare at each other. Harry feels like he should be doing this with Ginny - at least to keep up pretenses. But when he looks over to her, she gives him a quick smile before returning to her conversation with Lily. She must have seen him with Draco, so for her to still show him a smile, Harry figures, must be her way of telling him to go for it.

Draco doesn't seem convinced though, because when Harry tries to put his hands on his waist, he awkwardly shuffles away from him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean…"

"I told you, Harry," Draco whispers, making sure that no one can hear him, "I can't do this. Not now."

"It's just a dance. It's not like I…"

"Asked me to move in with you?"

Harry isn't sure what to say to that, because he's right, isn't he? He opens his mouth to apologise, but Draco turns away from him, ready to head off outside to get some fresh air to clear his mind. But just as he is about to leave, Albus and Scorpius kill the music, and they get ready to cut the large gingerbread cake.

It makes it impossible for Harry and Draco to resolve the tension between them - or to get away from each other. But while they have to push aside their own issue for now, Harry suspects that this conversation isn't over just yet.