A/N: This is set straight after Voldemort dies and Hogwarts, and the rest of the Wizarding world, for that matter, bursts into celebration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, they are property of J.K. Rowling.
Draco sat on a log by the lake, wistfully looking up into the sky at the celebratory white lights being shot from wands back up in the school. His mother and father had gone back to Malfoy Manor, but Draco insisted that he stay. He didn't know why. Perhaps he wanted to go back and catch up with his old Slytherin comrades. Or pay his respects to the only teacher he favored, Professor Snape. But above all, he thought that he might want to talk to Harry Potter.
Harry walked to the lake quietly and nervously. He wanted to talk to Draco, explain things, apologize, even. He'd repaired his own wand with the Elder before destroying it, so he could give Draco back his wand willingly, and its allegiance would change back to where it belonged.
"Hello," said Harry as he sat down next to Draco.
"Harry. I didn't expect to see you here. Aren't you busy celebrating? What about the Weaselette?" He said this in a tone that was not mocking, caustic or rude. Just plainly.
Harry took a deep breath in. "There's really not much to celebrate. End of an era, end of an age of fear, yeah, whatever. As for Ginny… I don't think I can be with her anymore."
Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry…" he said half-heartedly.
"Don't be. Anyway, I came here to see you. Draco, here's your wand back." Harry handed Draco the hawthorn.
"Thank you," was all Draco could say. "But what about yours?" he asked when he found the strength.
"I've repaired it, and destroyed the Elder wand."
There was a silence, before Harry broke it.
"I wanted to tell you something," he said nervously.
"Go on then," Draco replied.
"I don't hate you."
"I like you. I always have liked you. I like you, a lot." Harry looked Draco in the eye.
"Harry, I like you too. But I'm not sure if I like you in the same way as you like me," Draco said, pulling away from Harry's gaze.
"Explain?" asked Harry.
"Expecto patronum," cast Draco, and a strong silver stag danced its way around the lake.