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It was seven years since Harry'd last seen Draco. Since that fateful night when everything had fallen apart.
Seeing him again across the crowded room sent an array of feelings through Harry's chest. Under different circumstances, he might've tried to slip away unnoticed, but that wouldn't work today. He knew he'd have to buckle up and greet him.
Time seemed to slow as he walked across the floor to stand in front of the man he had once loved.
“My condolences,” said Harry sombrely.
Draco stared at him, his expression wooden. “What are you doing here? I thought you swore never to talk to me again.”
Harry sighed. “Come on, Draco, I'm not here to fight with you.”
“Then what?”
He sounded like a stubborn child and Harry felt irritation grow inside him.
“I wanted to show my respects at your wife's funeral, because I'm genuinely sorry that she died,” he said sharply.
Flinching, Draco lowered his gaze. “Of course. Thank you.”
They regarded each other in silence for a moment.
"How're you holding up?" asked Harry softly.
"Well enough, considering the circumstances," said Draco stiffly.
Another awkward silence ensued.
"Well, then, if you'll excuse me." With a curt nod, Draco turned on his heel and went to greet his other guests, leaving Harry with the feeling that whatever bridges had once been there, were already burnt.