The offering of the hand had been a spur of the moment decision, so Draco was pleasant surprised when Harry didn’t let help of it. Everything seemed just a little more silly, almost juvenile, as Draco carefully dragged Harry along to go out among the flowers.<br/>The moon was high in the sky, serving as sufficient light to make their way through, so Draco’s wand got to stay in his hair, keeping it away from his face. The air outside the gazebo was noticeably cooler, helping Draco calm down and feel more at ease.<br/>Ahead of them, tall rose bushes towered, littered with different flowers among them, however roses were definitely dominating the garden. His mum had always loved roses, and Draco had never had the heart to change anything about the garden, wanting it to be exactly as his mum had left it.