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Watching Harry drain his drink, Draco felt oddly saddened that their evening was coming to an end. "Another round?"
Harry smiled. "No, it's getting late. I've work and you best get home to your fiancée."
Guilt washed over Draco. "Harry, I never meant to -"
"Draco, don't," Harry admonished softly.
"It's just that I know how much you care for her -"
"As do you. Ginny loves you, Draco. Things are as they should be."
Despite his words, Harry seemed so melancholy that Draco had an uncontrollable need to make him smile. "Come to dinner tomorrow night."
Harry brightened. "I'd like that."
~*~*~
They'd just sat down to dinner and when Draco dished some lasagna and passed it over to him, Ginny could see it plain as day in Harry's eyes.
She understood the feelings reflected there, a combination of gratitude for a piece of Draco's attention, the longing for something more than what he's given, and guilt for not being satisfied with what you have.
Ginny was fairly certain that Draco must be at least unconsciously aware of Harry's adoration. What she wondered was whether Draco knew he loved him in return. And even more importantly what she should do about it.
~~fin
