Harry couldn’t help but smile, content and at ease. Despite many attempts, Harry hadn’t been successful in getting Draco to talk about his childhood - barely so about his years at Hogwarts, and much less so about the decade that followed it. It was refreshing to see Draco share, the topic making him appear younger than Harry had ever seen him.<br/>“I can imagine,” he agreed, finally accepting defeat and abandoning his plate and cutlery back onto the tray Coote had served it on, uncrossing his legs.<br/>A prolongation of the motion of leaning back, Harry nodded over his shoulder to the window. “They are this year, too.”<br/>Having spent a day in isolation recently, Harry had gotten a rare elevated view of the gardens. Facing the side of the garden, Harry had only been able to see the vastness of the estate spanning behind the house. The statement remained true, and it showed on his smile as he comfortably settled back on both hands. “Must’ve been nice, sitting among them.”