Harry shook his head, and ignored the anxiety inducing thoughts that were circulating around his head, "No. If I’m honest... what I want more than anything, is to have a family again," this, at the very least,   was   true; Draco’s expression became solemn at his almost guilty admission, "But I don’t know if that would be fair on anyone - on me, or this theoretical family. What if I had another family, but all I did was compare them to the one that I lost? It’s only been six months, and I still think about them a lot, and part of me wants to be able to move on eventually, but then another part of me feels guilty for wanting that - like I’m betraying them. I don’t want to forget them -  never  - but I don’t know how to carry on when their absence is always just so glaring. It’s like missing a limb," by the time Harry had stopped talking, his voice was thick with emotion, and tears were escaping down his cheeks. Before he could wipe them away, Draco was pulling him firmly against his chest, and winding his arms around his back. Harry melted into the embrace, and held the other just as tightly, a sigh escaping him when Draco squeezed the back of his neck.