Chapter 3

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[Harry]

"You really don't want to stay the night?" Hermione asked, worried.

"No, it's okay, really. I already did enough by interrupting you're... thing."

The couple blushed.

"At least take Ron's coat! How could you come here and not be frozen to death without one? And by walking here..."

Harry shrugged. Ron handed a heavy brown coat to him.

"Thanks," he said, putting it on.

"Take care, mate, come by if you need to. Still on for Thursday night, yeah?"

"You bet."

He smiled and gave them both a hug. He knew he could count on his closest friends to give him support, even if they were a bit annoying and also in the middle of shagging.

Harry insisted on walking since he desperately needed some air. He turned and walked down the pavement, not hearing their door close until he was at the end of it. The sun was completely down.

He realized with a start that he had nowhere to go. He could go home but he didn't want to face his wife yet. Harry wandered down a random direction and found himself amid unfamiliar surroundings. The area was more delicately built, with fancy décor and immaculate gardens. It was also quieter than their neighborhood.

In sight was a lovely park with a few muggle families in it. The children were running around carelessly in their suits and little dresses. The families looked as if they were back from a ball. He watched from a lamp post silently, digesting his intertwined thoughts and thinking about his wife.

Soon, the adults were escorting their children home. Ginny might be doing her nightly reading now. He paced to the park to find a neatly mown lawn. 

Harry laid down on the freshly cut grass next to the swing set with his arms crossed underneath his head, not minding the grit. Staring at the luminous stars glittering above, Harry hoped they would give him some sort- any sort, of reply.


[Draco]

Draco sat alone, as always, at the end of the large dining table meant for a family to use. 

The whole setup was ridiculous. This was a thought he had been thinking about every single day for the past two years. Three bedrooms and two baths, several enchanted walk-in closets, a huge dining table, and three sofas facing an oversized coffee table in the living room. Only the closets were a sensible choice given his wardrobe size. He sighed and gobbled up his late supper.

He didn't get romantically involved with anyone and avoided unnecessary human contact. He figured no one would accept him anyway. The hot shower water rinsed over his biceps and trickled down his forearms. Draco winced as the first drop of moist touched the mark. It had been years since it was planted, but it wasn't something one could easily forget. He thumbed over the faded ink, knowing it would never completely fade away. At least not in his heart.

He decided to sleep in the bedroom with the park's view that night. Dabbing some product into his hair, he noticed something peculiar. Beside the swing set, there was someone...

"No," Draco gasped, out loud. He'd recognized that ruffled up jet black hair anywhere.

He tossed on the muggle clothes in his hamper and grabbed his wand.

Draco thrust out his forearm and scanned at the mark. The ink was still faded. He let out a breath of relief but his heart was still clenched. Who? Why?

The years flashed before his mind.

"No, no, no, no, no," he panted. He didn't have time. He bolted out the door. 

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