Written for Hogwarts (Challenges and Assignments), Pop Music Chart Day.

Prompt: 90s songs — "Wannabe", by Spice Girls

If you want my future, forget my past...

Draco had never really gotten along with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Okay, scratch that. He could barely stand to look at them without wanting to hex their smug faces.

Weasley knew he had a great family. Draco envied him that. Even if they lived in a tiny ramshackle house, at least it was a home. Malfoy Manor had never seemed like a place to raise a kid, but the Burrow was comfortable and made everyone feel like they belonged.

Potter... Well, Potter's parents were dead, but that hadn't stopped the Weasleys from practically adopting him as their own.

And Granger...Hermione.

They had begun dating after the war. She was the first person to forgive him for everything he'd done. She said that he had been a scared boy trying to impress his father and a psychopath with illusions of grandeur. Draco should have been mad at her for saying that, but he knew it was true.

Apparently she and Ron had kissed during the war, but she constantly reassured Draco that they weren't right. He wasn't so sure that he was better. He was a known Death Eater! She had to remind him over and over that they were together, that she loved him.

And now it was time for the big reveal.

"Hermione, welcome!" Molly Weasley threw open the door and hugged the brunette tightly. "How are you, dear? Any men in your life?" She winked.

"About that..." Hermione bit her lip, a habit that Draco found amazingly endearing — and quite distracting, too, sometimes.

"Oh, my baby's all grown up," sniffled the redhead. She peered behind Hermione, and her eyes widened. "Er, Hermione, love? Who's this?"

Hermione smiled nervously. "Molly, meet my boyfriend. I'm sure you know Draco?"

You gotta get with my friends...

Ginny was surprised, but received him with a weak smile after seeing Hermione's lip biting and anxious look. The pretty redhead could see how happy her friend was, the joy that was slowly overcoming the sadness and pain from the war. It would be worth it to welcome him just to see Hermione's eyes smile again.

Harry followed his fiancée's example, and shook Draco's hand. Hermione was like a sister to him, and he would do anything to see her happy. The war had been between him and Voldemort, yes, but it had been Hermione upon whom the greatest toll had been taken.

Ron had kept quiet up until then, his face turning steadily redder and his fists clenching and unclenching, but the handshake between his best friend and the Malfoy heir was the last straw. He yelled for several minutes straight, waving his hands around wildly ("You chose that slimy Slytherin Death Eater over me?!") and then stormed out. No one missed him.

It apparently didn't matter how polite Draco was.