"I haven't had Indian food in a long time. That might be quite nice," he nodded. "My own cooking skills are really rather poor. I had a house elf growing up and now I'm just pulling together sandwiches and salads. I'm rather looking forward to getting back to school so that I can have three good square meals a day-" Draco was babbling as well. What a great pair they made. "My favourite food has always been Chinese. I'm not sure why."
There they were, having a normal conversation about food. About something so casual. Like the weather. And they were walking through a park together, Harry pushing the stroller.
For a moment he was taken aback by another rush of warmth inside him. He felt both out of place and completely at ease at the same time. Draco shook his head to clear it, resting his fingers on the side of the stroller as they walked.