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Harry stopped in his tracks. The sight in front of him couldn’t be real. Not in a million years had he thought that one day he’d walk into Molly Weasley and Draco Malfoy sitting together, chatting happily, and knitting.
“Hey, love!” Draco greeted him.
“What are you doing?” Harry still wasn’t sure he hadn’t walked into an alternate universe. Molly was tolerant of Draco because of him, but no more than that.
“Draco wanted to learn how to knit a sweater,” Molly fondly answered.
Harry sat with them, mouth agape. The world was ending. Yes. That must have been it.