Light flooded Draco's veiw as he opened his eyes. Half of his vision was obstructed by the pillow he snuggled. His other half fell on the beautifully peaceful face of his lover, Harry. His messy black hair framed his face and fell over his closed eyes.

Draco reached to move the hair out of his face. Harry's eyes fluttered open and rested on Draco's face. "Good morning." He spoke softly. "What'cha lookin' at?"

Draco felt his face heat up. He quickly turned himself around and grumbled, "Nothing." Harry smirked and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. He kissed the back of the blonde boy's neck.

Harry chuckled. "Fine, don't tell me. I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed. I'll make breakfast while you shower. We gotta be at work by eight."

The warmth shrouding Draco's back disappeared as the bed creaked and Harry stood up. Harry opened the door to the bathroom and started the water. Draco sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. He slipped his feet into his green slippers.

All around the room, memorabilia from their days at Hogwarts. Their Gryffindor and Slytherin ties and scarves hung on the walls and photos of them and their friends adorned bookshelves.

Draco stood up and stretched. His gaze fell onto his scarred left arm. He had his Mark removed, but it hurt like hell.

To be with Harry, worth it.

Not that he'd ever tell him that.

But still, the scarred skin was a reminder of what he had done. Harry had come out of the shower and dried off. He got dressed and exited only to watch as Draco stared at his arm for minutes. Harry laid his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"You know I don't blame you for anything right?" Harry mumbled, hoping to snap Draco out of his trance. "I wouldn't have defended you in court if I hadn't believed in you."

"I know." Draco whispered. It was the anniversary of the day Harry defended Draco. "On a different note, you got in late last night. How was Lily's party?" His intention was to drive them off the topic.

Harry smiled. "It was great. Ginny's engaged to Pansy now. Don't forget we have the kids this week. All four of them." Harry kissed Draco on the cheek.

"I won't. Now let me go so I can take a shower." Harry held his hands in the air.

"I shall respect your space, no matter how much I want to invade it!" Harry laughed, exiting the room.

Draco sighed and gathered up his clothes for the day and walked into the bathroom. The room was warm due to the shower Harry just took. Harry has a reason to be happy today. He thought as he turned the water back on. After all, if he hadn't defended me, I'd be in Azkaban now. Draco stripped his pajama pants and boxers off and stepped into the water. He quickly washed his body and his hair and got out of the shower. He pulled on a new pair of boxers and then his pants. He tucked his white button up shirt into his pants and then put on his brown belt.

The tie was last. Draco always thought that the best life skill he gained from Hogwarts was how to tie a tie. Once he was certain his hair was in perfect condition, he walked out of the room and made his way to the joint family room and kitchen. The walls were white, which went well with the hardwood flooring. Besides, Harry and Draco couldn't agree on whether to paint the walls red or green. So they settled with white walls with red and green accents. They had leather couches with red and green pillows with their house crests stitched onto them. A white fluffy blanket had been folded and tossed over the backrest of one of the couches. Everywhere else, boxes lined the walls, filled with their personal belongings. Empty bookshelves and empty cabinets. They were about to start as professors at Hogwarts so they had decided to sell their townhouse. They were supposed to close on July twenty-ninth in one month.

Draco strutted into the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools lined up at the island. Harry placed a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. "Here you go. You might want to eat it fast. We should really get out of here in at least ten minutes." Draco looked at the clock. It was a quarter to eight. Draco started to shovel his food and Harry, full of laughter, shouted, "Don't choke!"

Draco gave him a close-lipped smile and everything seemed fine.

It really wasn't.

xXxXx

Ginny and Harry had a clean split after Albus started at Hogwarts. They stayed good friends, and no one blamed them for the split. Not even Ron and Hermione. Their friendship stayed as strong as ever.

Astoria and Draco weren't even in love. They had an arranged marriage orchestrated by Narcissa to quickly save the Malfoy name. When Scorpius turned eight, Astoria was diagnosed with cancer and died in the middle of their son's first year at Hogwarts.

When Draco signed up to be an auror during Albus and Scorpius' first year at Hogwarts, Harry was the one who had to watch him. Even though he was changed, no one wanted to be partnered with the ex-Death Eater. Harry soon found himself attached to the man. They started dating.

Many people were against it, but most of Harry's good friends and schoolmates didn't judge them.

None of these things were what caused the problems for Draco. It was the guilt. The guilt of knowing people had died because of him, the guilt of ever being aligned with Voldemort. The people at the ministry made it worse, constantly watching him, scrutinizing him, and berating him.

But he survived and soldiered through it, only because he had Harry to help him along the way.

Draco finished eating and dashed to grab his coat and briefcase. "Come on' Harry!" Harry was the one with the driver's license, so he drove them everywhere. He insisted on not apparating or using the floo system, only because he believed that being able to drive would prove useful one day. Harry ran to grab his keys, coat, and his own briefcase and ran out the door before Draco shut it. They hopped into the white Nissan Harry owned and Harry started the car.

"Gotta go, gotta go!" Harry muttered as he pulled onto the main road. Draco never understood how muggles could do something like that. How was it possible to make a heavy box of metal move with just your feet and your hands?

Harry had told him it was complicated, and that he had to take a test to be able to drive. Draco still didn't understand, but he let it slide. He didn't want to drive anyway. It's not like he was a muggle.