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"Where are you going?" Harry asked from the couch as Draco walked through their living room pulling a coat on, ignoring him for a moment to zip it up before turning to the brunette.

"Just for a walk," Draco replied, slipping his wand in one pocket and the transfigured glove in another.

"Oh? In this weather?" Harry questioned, glancing out the window at the cloudy day. They weren't deep into winter yet, currently being early November, but it still got quite brisk outside.

"The cold helps me think, alright??" Draco replied hastily, his usual prickly, lovable self. Harry smiled fondly, shaking his head.

"Okay, love. Have fun." He smiled, leaning his cheek up as the blonde placed a quick kiss on it before heading out the door.

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Draco walked quickly down the sidewalk, shoulders hunched up and hands shoved into his pockets. Fuck, it was cold. Draco hated the cold. It always made his cheeks unusually red, especially due to his pale complexion, and no matter how many layers of gloves or heating charms he'd tried for some reason his ears and fingertips were always lobster red and cold to the touch.

The wind chose that exact moment to blow a lovely gust his way, a piercing, glacial gale that made him want to jump into a fireplace. But he kept going, as much as every bone and frozen extremity told him to go huddle under ten blanket (twenty), because he had to do this. He walked as quick as he could to the apparition point, finally making it and zipping away with a crack. 

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He stopped right outside the gate, and the air was still enough for just a moment that he took the little fake glove out of his pocket and hastily transfigured the glove back into it's original form, a bouquet of flowers. He knew they wouldn't last in this weather, likely not even a day, but it seemed wrong to show up empty-handed.

He pushed open the little iron gate, likely blown closed by the wind. It let out a sickening squeal as he moved it, one that made Draco cringe, the gate clearly in desperate need of a greasing. He exhaled, watching his breath fan out in front of him in a wintry cloud.

It took a few minutes to find it, it being a rather large place, not to mention he was sure his brain was starting to genuinely freeze along with his eyeballs. Finally, he spotted it, sighing in relief as he brushed away the light layer of frost. He sighed, crouching down and reading the etched words.

"The last enemy that shall be defeated is death."

He mulled that over in his brain as his eyes scanned the names, James Potter and Lily Potter.

Draco exhaled again. He wasn't quite sure what to do now. He'd known he had to do this, and he'd come to do this, but suddenly as he was here he realized he wasn't quite sure how to do this. For once in a very long time Draco had no plan whatsoever. Although he'd certainly not planned Harry, and what they had now, so he supposed it was fitting that in this moment he was equally unprepared.

"Erm- hello." He said awkwardly, immediately wishing he'd thought of a better way to do this. This was very, very weird.

"I'm, well, I'm Draco Malfoy. You may already know this, but I'm dating your son." He said next, huffing out a breath for a moment. Yes, this was a good start.

"See, I love him very much, more than even I can comprehend, really. He's quite special, your son. I'm deeply sorry you didn't get to see him become what he has. Merlin, he's amazing. I've never met a more humble, charming, funny, endearingly reckless human being in my life. I suppose I have you to thank for that," he paused, staring at the grave thoughtfully.