Draco was meant to be pealing the potatoes, and though he had a knife and potato in hand, stood over the sink in the Weasley’s kitchen, so far he hadn’t peeled a single one. Instead, he was staring out of the window to where Harry was lying in the garden, sunbathing with an arm across his face to protect his eyes from the bright light. He wasn’t the only one in the garden, not by a long shot - the Weasley’s had decided to throw a party to celebrate the destruction of the Dark Lord and had invited every single member of the Order of the Phoenix, and so their home was currently fit to burst. But despite that, everyone had mostly left Harry alone except to occasionally drift over and make sure that he was okay.