What wouldn’t it be like to be there, soaring with the dragons and hippogriffs instead of down here, feet planted firmly on the smooth floorstones, listening to the voice of the one reason in the entire universe that he should not go through with this, that he should Apparate away as fast as he possibly could, and maybe take a certain scrumptious blond lover with him to a place where all the illicit activities in the world would never be witnessed—

I adored this part, I tried post just a fraction, but I didn't want to cut up the sentence.

I love Harry's thought process. Poor lad, having to deal with a plotting Narcissa, and Draco's ex. *sigh*

(also love how Draco was cluless to the whole thing. Made the ending a lighter close for us. *hugs*