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They walked to the ramshackled house, gloved hands held together.
The leaves crunched underneath their boots as they walked up to the door but reaching out to knock, Harry hesitated again.
“It’ll be fine, love,” Draco said, sensing his unease again.
“You promise?”
“If Ron didn’t kill me his mother won’t.”
“That’s what you think,” Harry muttered under his breath.
“That’s what I know. I love you and they love you, what’s the worst that can go wrong?”
Ignoring the dozens of scenarios that came to mind, Harry smiled at Draco, squared his shoulders and knocked firmly on the door.