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[Image Description: Harry and Draco are sitting on a red checked picnic blanket at the bottom of a hill. They're fifty years old and completely in love with each other, both with greys in their hair and lines by their eyes, a wedding band glinting on Harry's finger. Draco has a soft look on his face, and his left hand is tenderly buried in his husband's hair. They've got a decadent picnic spread of fruit, wine, an almond cake, bread, and cheeses—including (and most importantly) Babybels. The light is golden.]