"Good thing I'm not a random stranger then," he laughed, kissing Harry behind the ear and then going back to the massage.
"Sounds like you need a passion project of your own." Draco hated when Harry was down on himself like this. Clearly that image of his future and the relationship with his children had gotten into his head. But Draco had to admit, if Harry was already getting to the end of his rope in a few months, what would a few decades of boredom and unfullfilment do to him? But that Harry didn't have Draco.
"You know, you could take over the Quidditch reform. If you wanted. You know the game inside and out. Or something else. Anything, really. What would you do, if you could do anything?"