Harry rested his forehead against Draco's, their breath mingling. "I don't think you're a terrible person. You're not so evil. I'm not so good. Despite what the rest of the world thinks, there's more to us than just our houses and what we've done or haven't done. I'm . . . Merlin . . . I'm willing to give this, to give us, a try."

The click of the chains as they lock into place always sounds louder than it can realistically be. Draco curls up as much as he's able. It's cold in the shack, it will be until he changes. Then he won't much think about cold, just about how he can smell the forest and freedom and how hungryhungryhungry he is.

( Millicent to Draco ) "Like you wouldn't have been on your back, two legs in the air if either Krum or Diggory had looked at you twice." !

Oddly it is this small moment that makes him see how nothing is the same as it once was. Severus is dead, Draco's parents are dead, Voldemort is dead, Draco is a werewolf, is living with a werewolf, working for Potter, and can make scones. Brand new world, Draco thinks.

The cake is chocolate with strawberry glace lining each layer. Remus made it special for the occasion. After the party, Draco kisses and kisses and kisses him by way of showing his appreciation. Remus tastes like the cake.