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Harry had found a cache of old love letters in the attic of Grimmauld Place.
“Salazar. Look at these,” Harry said, showing them to Draco at their dinner table. “We were so impassioned! I felt like we’d already wasted so much time-”
Draco grinned, leafing though the torrid parchments. “There are from just after we’d fallen in love. Everything felt so new… So exciting.”
Draco squeezed Harry’s fingers. “But with our whole lifetime of raising babies, managing careers and living busy lives behind us? I couldn’t go back, love. There isn’t a single moment of our lives together I regret.”