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“Oh.” Ginny looked surprised and for a mont he considers taking the offer back, but then she sort of just lts back into the cushions, a relieved smile on her face. “That’d be wonderful, Draco.” She reaches out a hand for him and lays it on his arm for a mont. “Thank you.”

He’s very good at this stuff, Draco.

Harry?

Not so much.

“Co on.” Draco reaches over and swats his hands away, folding the napkin up the right way. “It’s not that hard, Harry.”

“I don’t see why we’re doing this.” He was grumpy. He’s always grumpy when the subject of the wedding ca up, because whenever Draco talked to him about the wedding, that invariably ant that either he was going to pull Harry into so long chore of helping to prepare for it or that the girls were going to take over his living room for the night again. “It’s not our wedding.”

They both pause over the word “our” as soon as it leaves his mouth. Draco is the one to push past it.

“Doesn’t matter.” They were making models, seeing which one was right. As soon as Draco got good at it, he was sure that he could do this specific fold on all the napkins in one go. It was very difficult, though. And also sort of ssy, seeing as how he had upended the towel drawer on the kitchen floor and sat down beside them to practice, determined not to stop until he got it right. “They asked us to do this.”

“Only because you volunteered us!”

“Oh, like you have anything else to do.” The words e out of his mouth before Draco really gets the chance to think about them. They were ant to be joking, but one look at Harry’s face and Draco knows that he has crossed a line.

“I did just save the world again,” Harry says, and even though he gives another jab of the wand and the napkin in front of his wiggles feeble into a tented position, his voice is icy. “Or maybe you didn’t notice?”

“I noticed.” Draco was horrified, wondering how he had spoken so blindly, without thinking about how his words might sound. “That’s not what I ant.”

“Just because I haven’t been making so big scientific breakthrough every week—”

“That’s not what—”

“I’m just taking so ti,” Harry says, and it’s then that Draco understands that this is more about Harry’s issue with himself than what Draco had said. “I only want to figure out what to do. I’ve never had a choice before.”

“No one said that you couldn’t do that.” Draco scooted over to him so they were face to face, knees touching. “I never said that you were doing anything wrong. You’re doing what you have to do, and no one could ever think that you need to give more.” There’s a pause where Harry looks at the wall instead of him, and Draco pulls him back round to face him. “You’ve done enough.”

“I keep thinking that I shouldn’t stop.” Harry breathed the words out in one rush. “That I have to keep fighting.”

“The bad guys are gone.” Draco does not know how to tell him this, to express that the war is over, that there are no battles to be fought. He thinks that Harry knows this, but he still cannot shake the idea that there must be so dying light to rage against, so evil to resist. You cannot shake the war out of you when it has sunk its hooks in so deep. “You got them.”

“There are always more bad guys.”