The cautious joy that had infused their lives after the war, despite the media’s derision. Against all odds, two people from opposite sides of the war clashing together so delightfully and falling in love. It had been mad and so unexpected but it had been real. What they had was real. It had been worth fighting for. Draco wished he could have been more of a Gryffindor about it all. But that wasn’t who he was, not at the time.