Despite the deep love that Draco had always held for the manor gardens, it was remarkably rare that he actually went out to explore them in the later years. He had been so focused on his research that he hadn’t had it in him to break away for as much as a second, wanting to give himself completely to the work he had been passionate about for so long.<br/>Now though, with the warm august evening settling around them and with Harry by his side, it seemed impossible that he had ever been without it. He enjoyed the fresh air and the work Coote had put into keeping up the garden that his mum had cared so terribly much about. It was a sense of home in a way that he never got inside the manor.<br/>“I did yeah,” he said with a soft smile, remembering the many hours he had spent on a broom, his father keen to make him athlete out of him. “My father wanted me to be the best at everything always.”