howhimafewofthemansionsandtownhouses,stillnotgettingthismanandhisse.“allgood,yeah?”

allgood,iswhatdraowantstosay,butthewordsannotquitelearhisthroatbeausetheydonotseemallthattrue,beausetoreallybeallgoodhewouldhavetoaskharrythequestionthathasbeenburningup,hewouldhavetoknowforsurethathehadapehere.

“perfet,harry.”draoreahesouttotakehishandandharryletshim,standsuptomeethimforakiss,thefirstkissinthisnewhouse,realtorbedamned.“absolutelyperfet.”

theyspendalotoftimeinthehousethatday,ombingthroughit,hekingwhatneedstobedoneandwhatanstay,deidinghowmanyoftheirthingsfromgrimmauldpeshouldomewiththem.

“none.”harrydeidesitforthebothofthem,lookingaroundtheemptyroomsandshakingdustofftheabandonedurtains.“it’sgoingtobeanewstart,drao.anentirelynewhome.”

draoagrees,butreally,asmuhashehateditinthebeginning,hewouldmissgrimmauldpe.it’sadrearyoldthing,butheouldnothateit,notwhenitwastheonlythingthathadsparedhimfromaprisonell,andnotwhenitwaswhereheandharryfoundtheirwaytoeahother.heknowsthatyouhavetomoveontomoveforward,buthedoesnotwanttosrubitoutoftheirlivesjustyet,justwhenthingsweregoingsogood.

thetwoofthemtakeatourtogether,andharrybabbleson,aboutlettingdraohoosetheartworktogoonthewallsthroughthehallways,andhowtheyouldputpitureframesuponthewalongthestairs.hetalksaboutexpandingthediningroomsoalltheweasleysanfit,beausenowthathehasarealhomehewantstohavethemover,andgoesoutintothegreenhousewiththebrokenroofandrottingsupportbeams,talksaboutpnningtomendit,saysthathemighttakeupgardening.