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“You’re gonna have to help me up, Potter. I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“Just a few minutes ago, you were talking so big about how you could do it on your own.”

“I can, but you’re already here, you might as well be of some use.”

Harry nudges him with his knee. “I ought to shove you in the fountain, Malfoy.”

“My mother will be livid with you.”

“I’ll explain that you were being an ass.”

“Potter, are you going to help me up or not? It’s rather discomfiting to be this close to your crotch.”

And Harry laughs again.

Draco’s smiling, and the sun is bright and his hair is bright, and there’s more colour to his face now than there has been for weeks.

So Harry helps him up and Draco can walk, but he can only hold himself up for a few minutes, before his knees start to buckle beneath him. Harry helps him back to his wheelchair by keeping an arm around Draco’s waist and a hand under his elbow, and Draco doesn’t get angry and Harry pretends this isn’t weird.

“What’s for breakfast today?” Harry asks as he pushes Draco’s wheelchair up the ramp that leads into the balcony.

“Is food the only thing occupying your head?” Draco says exasperatedly. He waves towards the table, where two plates have appeared during their frolic in the garden. On each plate lay a generous slice of pie. “Blueberry pie.”

Harry immediately recognizes it, and his eyes brighten. “Oh. It’s from Molly.” He parks the wheelchair on Draco’s side of the table and then sits down on his chair.

Draco nonchalantly takes his napkin and lays it over his lap. “Yes, she sent it over yesterday. Mother likes it.”

Harry grins. “So? How is it?”

And Draco doesn’t look at him, keeps his eyes resolutely on the napkin on his lap even though it’s already unfolded properly. He clears his throat. “I like it. It’s delicious.”

Harry can’t stop the soft smile forming on his face then. Molly Weasley baking a pie for the Malfoy family. Draco Malfoy saying that Molly Weasley’s blueberry pie is delicious. There is warmth in his chest and it’s threatening to spill out. He thinks he might visit the Burrow tomorrow.

“Molly would love to hear that.”

The next day, Harry arrives at the Burrow, unannounced, and the whole house grows silent for a few seconds after he lands through their Floo. It’s certainly been a while since Harry’s visited, despite the numerous invitations he’s had from all members of the family. But the Burrow is never silent for long, and all at once, cheers and greetings erupt from all sides.