Harry grinned, satisfied with the exasperated tease in Draco’s voice. It was nice, serving to take some of the intimacy off the afternoon. There really wasn’t a lot about their childhood that was worth joking about, not without putting a damper on the mood. This was a little slice of unmarred childhood they could share, and Harry was happy to get to share it with Draco.<br/>__<br/><br/>The sun had dipped past the horizon but the gazebo remained a pleasant temperature, undoubtedly enchanted with warming spells for exactly these kinds of evenings.<br/>Despite having spent almost half a year, Harry hadn’t properly appreciated the quiet of the countryside until tonight, as they each nursed their last glass of wine.<br/>Harry sat comfortably in his chair, leaned back with his fingers barely touching the base of his glass, trailing the edge of it with his thumb.<br/>“I can’t believe you don’t sit out here more often,” he mused, finally filling the silence he had spent the past few moments admiring.<br/>In front of him, Draco sat washed in the first blue light of the moon, something that Harry seemingly never grew tired of seeing.