things i need to add in this story (this is just a reminder do not publish)

Harry Potter had hardly slept all night.. actually he had hardly slept since the war. Whenever he'd fallen asleep he would have horrible nightmares, so he much preferred just not sleeping.

Draco Malfoy was softly playing the piano as he thought about a specific green eyed, black haired boy.
After the war he had been thinking more, about everything.