His eyes bounced across some of the other attendees. Remus was helping Mr Weasley with the BBQ. His gaze wandered frequently to Sirius, and he would shake his head fondly, and then to Harry, and Draco could practically see his heart swell with love and worry. Shacklebolt was reclining on a deck chair, his eyes closed and face to the sun as he hummed out noncommittal responses to whatever Moody was ranting about. Hagrid was sat with Dumbledore, nursing a Fire-Whiskey - Draco imagined by his rosey cheeks, that it wasn’t his first - while Dumbledore had a glass of Elf-wine in hand. Draco tore his eyes from the headmaster. He knew that he and Harry had had a long conversation, but he hadn’t asked Harry what about. He looked more at peace though, and that was all that mattered to Draco.