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I’m getting lonely , Draco thought to himself one morning while looking at the black cherry trees outside his window of the cottage he had been habiting for the past two months. It had been liberating, leaving London for the tranquility of studying the magical flora of this barely explored part of Susquehannock Forest. Being 71, he can’t bother with stress anymore. Now he felt done, not with the forest but with being alone, surrounded by all this beautiful space by himself.
Draco’s mind wandered to Potter, as it often did nowadays. To think that they met sixty years ago. It felt much more recent. What was he up to? Did he ever look out his window and think about Draco?
His thoughts were interrupted by the whistling sounds of trees. They often communicated with him and now they clearly had something to say. Worried, he quickly walked outside. Looking up, he saw someone flying on a broom. The first person he’d seen in weeks.
Speak of the devil.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Draco shouted after Harry Potter landed.
“I figured you must miss me, looking outside your window being all wistful, wondering if I’m thinking about you too.”
“Well”, he sniffed and tried to look nonchalant. “Are you?”
“That’s why I’m here, you old toot. The department finally appointed a replacement for your dear husband. I’m retired and all yours. Let’s grow old together.”
Draco’s heart skipped a beat.
“I’d like that”, he said as they embraced.