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Draco stared at the dark grey jumper, the letter ‘D’ emblazoned across the front in silvery wool, before meeting Mrs. Weasley’s expectant gaze.
“It’s lovely, thank you,” he murmured, pulling it on.
“Of course, dear,” she said. “You saved Ron’s life and let him come home to us for Christmas...”
Misty-eyed, Mrs. Weasley touched his cheek maternally and retreated to blow her nose.
“Congratulations, you got yourself a Weasley jumper,” a familiar voice spoke beside him.
Draco raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“It means that what’s past is past,” Hermione explained, gently touching the soft wool. “You’re one of us now.”