Harry smiled, happy to finally get to hear about how Draco had spent the last decade. He had been so unwilling to share, almost as if it was easier to talk with Harry about the war than about his day to day.<br/>“That’s good,” Harry mused, his voice soft but genuine. Draco was in every way deserving of that treatment, and Harry was happy that he had found someone far enough removed from the wizarding world to offer it to him unconditionally.<br/>What compelled Harry to reach out for him was hard to say, but Harry brushed his hand across Draco’s bare stomach, fingers pushing beneath the hem of his robe to brush at Draco’s waist.<br/>“How long did you get to see him?”<br/>Knowing the Ministry and how they had treated Draco, Harry felt sure they had been monitoring Draco’s movements, ever since Draco had appeared in a Muggle village more than once.