"Thank you for this," Draco says, when after sitting on that bench for the longest time, they have gotten up to continue their walk.

"What? For making you freeze out in the cold?" Harry teases, but he can tell that Draco means it. That he would have gone mad if he had let him sit in the house, alone with nothing but his thoughts all day. "Just talk to me. When it is too much, or when I…"

"When you are too much?" Draco teases right back as he curls himself around Harry's arm - the move so natural that Harry doesn't even realise it happened until moments later. "I appreciate everything you have done for me, Harry."

Harry pulls him closer and he presses a kiss to his cheek, not sure how Draco would react if he were to kiss him in public, and not wanting to upset him after they have been having such a nice morning where it finally felt like they were moving forward.

"Do you want to go home?" he asks, "Or do you want to walk on for a bit longer?"

"Home?"

"Sorry, was that too…?" Harry asks, when he sees the shy smile on the other man's face.

"Not at all," Draco quickly says. "It's just going to take some time to get used to. But yes, let's go home before it starts to snow again."

The words have only just left Draco's mouth when Harry feels the first snowflake land on his face. Within seconds the sky has turned grey, and the wind has picked up, making them both shiver from the cold.

"I know a way we can get warm," Harry grins when he hears Draco's teeth chattering.

"Out here?" Draco laughs, cocking an eyebrow. "Don't you think that is a bit risky?" he teases, knowing full well that Harry was not talking about that. Still, his comments make Harry blush, and he can't help but laugh.

"Stop it!" Harry laughs as he gives him a playful shove. He leans down and he grabs a handful of snow, before shaping it into a ball - ready to throw it at him. But when Draco raises his hands up in defeat, he doesn't throw it.

"Come on!" Draco laughs, "Aren't we a little old for that?"

"Who cares?" Harry shrugs. "I think we deserve to have a bit of fun and let go. Don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so, but I'm…"

"Pregnant?" Harry guesses. "Exactly. So a few years from now you'll be doing this anyway."

"Don't remind me!" Draco laughs, but he doesn't seem to be convinced and he turns to walk on.

Harry isn't having any of it though, so he throws the snowball at his back, making him shriek in surprise.

"What the hell, Potter!" When Draco turns around, Harry is watching him with a mischievous grin on his face - a new snowball already in his hands. "Don't you dare!"

"Or what?"

"Or I will…," Draco begins, but he hasn't even finished his threat when Harry has already thrown the snowball at him. He hasn't done this since… well, he has never voluntarily participated in a snowball fight, and he wasn't planning on starting to at his age.

When he turns back around to head home - for real this time - Harry grabs a handful of snow, and he shoves it into the back of Draco's thick purple coat. It makes him squeal, and for a moment it looks like he is going to repay him by punching him in the face. But then he bursts out laughing, and within seconds they are throwing hands full of snow at each other. They are laughing and running around, until they fall down in the thick layer of snow, and they share a kiss - for a moment everything that happened in the past, and everything that had held them back so far, forgotten about.

"We should ehm…," Draco mumbles nervously, but Harry kisses him again, before jumping up and helping him up to his feet.

"Want to go for a drink before going home?" Harry suggests, trying hard no to tell him how happy it makes him to see him smile again. How happy it makes him to be with him, just like this - even with everything else that is going on in their lives.

They head back into town, but when they're about to go into the café, Harry squeezes Draco's hand.

"Look!" He smiles, pointing at the cinema across the street. "'It's a Wonderful Life' is playing."

"I have never seen it. Is it any good?"

"Any good?" Harry asks. "It's a classic! It's… you have to see it!"

"Now?" Draco laughs, not convinced this movie will be anything special. Since moving to London and getting himself a tv, he had started watching some of these 'classics', but he usually didn't get the big deal. He would much rather read a good book. But it's obvious how much Harry likes it, and his enthusiasm is contagious.

"Why not?"

Harry drags him over to the cinema, and after buying tickets and getting themselves a snack - or in Harry's case one of each snack available, just in case Draco wants something - they sit down in the otherwise empty theatre.

"I've never done this before," Draco admits. "Going to the movies, I mean."

"Do you… sorry if it's none of my business, but what do you want to do when she is born? Will you start using magic again, or…"

"I'm not sure," Draco admits. "I still use magic sometimes, but I feel like it never brought me any good. It only ever caused trouble, and the way my parents raised me, the things they made me believe… the things Scorpius had to go through being a Malfoy at Hogwarts…" He shrugs, thinking it over. "I'm not sure what would be best for her."

"We'll fig… you will figure it out." Harry smiles, hoping Draco hasn't noticed his slip of the tongue. But he clearly has, because he leans in to kiss him, before whispering a thank you, and resting his head on his shoulder.

"So… what is this movie about?"