Harry Potter had vanquished the Dark Lord. No one really knew how, in fact no one really wanted to know, they just wanted to put the war behind them and move on. So the Final battle remained a mystery to the public, but to those who were close to Harry, the piece began to be put together in a picture that didn't quite add up, that is until a few weeks later, when the Daily Prophet announced that Harry Potter deserved a reward, and that one reporter, (not Rita Skeeter) had managed to acquire a rare magical object, commonly called a wishing stone, and wished to present it to Harry, in the hopes that she could be the one to write about what Harry Potter wanted to be his more than anything. In the end, the woman was so shocked by what she learned, that she gave up being a Journalist, and moved to France.

Draco Malfoy had gone off the grid, both the magical and the tech one. Once he was sure his mother was safe and out of harm's way, he had booked it and had never looked back. He gave up everything he had ever know, his magic, his wealth, his friends, his family, his blood, and it was probably the hardest things he had ever done, but he didn't regret it. He liked the simple life he had build for himself. In the last year he had managed to turn four acres of wasteland and turn it into a profitable industry that would allow him the few comforts he still craved. He worked hard, from the frigid morning just before the sun rose to long after it set. The little muggle village a dozen miles down the mountain had begun boasting to other neighboring villages that Draco's, or in this case David's, was the best wine on the mountain, and Draco was soon making nearly a hundred Dollars a bottle.

The best part of Draco's life, that he had built for himself, was his garden. His mother had always loved her garden, had picked out every flower and tree in it, and her mother before her had been the same. Draco, had discovered that the true beauty of a garden, and running his hands through the dirt, and above all ells, he loved making some form of life flourish from his ministrations.

Draco had spent a long day, fixing one of the drainage ditches, and had barely remembered to pick a few of the ripened tomatoes before heading into his little abode. Draco had just gotten in the door and had just maneuvered around in the dark, tiny kitchen, enough to drop the tomatoes on the counter before reaching for the matches to light the gas lamps. Draco's fingers fumbled across the edge of the counter, he had been sure he had left them… "Looking for these?"

Draco forgot about the matches, turning he ran out of the darkened kitchen and into the small clearing outside his home, if he could just get up and into the vineyard he could escape, but before he had gotten halfway through the clearing, he was tackled from behind. As Draco struggled, the man held him firmly down and asked, "Why are you trying to get away?"

Draco snarled, "I am not going to Azkaban!"

The man laughed and said, "You right, you're not going to Azkaban."

Draco was still struggling, but the man had him in a good solid pin, and wasn't letting up, but that didn't mean Draco gave up, it only meant he re-doubled his efforts at escape. After a few minutes the man whispered right into his ear, "I already told you I'm not going to take you to Azkaban, hell I'm not even an Aurora yet, so why are you still struggling?"

Draco panted out, "If you not here to take me to Azkaban then you must be here to get some sort of revenge or something, knowing you it's probably something stupid but I'm not just going to sit here and take it."

Draco gasped as suddenly he was rolled onto his back, looking up at the smiling face of one Harry Potter. Draco paused in his struggles, confused by the genuine amusement on his face, and Harry, asked with a small laugh, "You think I'm here to get revenge on you? You saved my life."

Draco frowned, stopping the majority of his struggled he asked, "Then why the hell did you come here?"

Harry smiled brighter and said, "Can't I have come just to see you?"

And that was all Draco, needed to hear to resume his struggles, because that didn't make any rational sense at all. Apparently, Harry had not been expecting him to resume his struggles, nor did he expect Draco to head-butt him. Harry reeled back from the pain just enough that Draco was able to get to his feet and make a break for the vineyard, but again, before he could get there, he was tackled to the ground. The time was not as clean a tackle, Harry, caught Draco on his side, and on the way down his ankle twisted and his arm came in-between him and his falling body. There was a small snap and Draco's whole arm hurt, but whatever Harry had planned was not going to be good, so he continued to struggle. Harry, who also herd the small snap, continued to keep Draco pinned as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Draco ignored him, ignored the pain, which was only getting worse, and continued to struggle. After a few minutes, Harry, still concerned that he had hurt Draco, said, "Draco, stop struggling."

Draco froze up, his muscles were tense, but he stopped struggling. Harry carefully rolled Draco over onto his back and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Draco snarled, "What the fuck did you do to me?"

Harry smiled and said, "I was hoping to keep that little secret a secret, but you leave me know other choice. Draco, tell me where you are hurt?"

Draco instantly said, "My arm and my ankle… what the hell!"

Harry sighed and said, "Calm down. Tell me, how bad is it?"

Draco fought to keep his heart rate up in anger, but couldn't as he said calmly, "I just twisted my ankle, but I landed on my arm, it's probably broken."

Harry frowned at that and said, "Do you have any supplies for a broken bone?"

Draco just stared at Harry, he was trying really hard to figure out what was going on, after a minute Harry, said, "Draco, answer the question."

Draco groaned out, "I've got a stash of healing potions, but I don't want to waste them on something as little as this."

Harry raised an eyebrow, and said, "You have a broken arm."

Draco glared and said, "Yeah, but it's just an arm, Muggles fix that all the time without magic, I'm not wasting top great healing potion when there's a doctor down the road who does this stuff all the time."

Harry had a disbelieving look as he looked into Draco's eyes, as though expecting him to take the words back. After a minute Harry sighed and said, "Okay,"

Draco frowned, because he wasn't sure what Harry was saying okay to, the frown disappeared in an expression of horror, when Harry proceeded to pick him up, bridal style, "What are you doing?"

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "I'm taking you inside, it's dark and cold out here."

Draco was just too confused, and embarrassed to actual say anything ells, till Harry moved to set him on the bed, "Wait."

Harry paused and asked, "What?"

Draco groaned and said, "I just washed the sheets, I'm not getting in all dirty."

Harry sighed, and said, "Then where do you want me to set you down at?"

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "I can stand just fine on my own" At Harry's raised eyebrow Draco said, "set me down on the coach."

Once Harry had done just that he stood up and asked, "Which way to the doctors house?"

Draco snorted and said, "Potter, just hand me the phone."

Harry, frowned and looked in the direction Draco had pointed, and there was cell phone. Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything Draco said, "The doctor's wife insisted I get one, just in case something like this happened, since this house is too old to have electricity, the things always off so I've don't have to worry about keeping it plugged in."

Harry, nodded, but he was still really confused by Draco, the boy he knew back in his school days would have never lived in this sort of place, never would have even talked to muggles. Draco took the phone with his uninjured hand, flipped it open and turned it on. Harry was surprised at how quickly he got into the contacts and hit the only number in there. Harry could just hear the ringing, after five rings a young girl's voice said, "Bonjour!"

Draco smiled and said, "Peut t' mis tes papa?"

The girl giggled, and after a moment a man said, "Bonjour."

Draco sighed and said, "Gabriel, is your brother around?"

The man, Gabriel gasped and said, "David?" The man's English was thick with his accent, "Oh my god, are you okay?"

Draco snorted and said, "I might have broken my arm."

Gabriel made a clucking noise and said, "Didn't my brother just take out half a dozen stitches a few weeks ago? What did you do this time?"

Draco sighed and said, "It's a long story, I'll tell you all about it on laundry night. Tell your brother not to bring his wife."

Draco hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Harry raised an eyebrow and Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Gabriel will talk your ear off if you let him, and I only have like ten minutes on this thing."

Draco set the phone down on the little side table beside his coach as Harry lit the gas lamps and took a closer look around. It was pretty much just one big room, and this to confused Harry, because this was obviously Draco's home. After Harry had looked around a bit and finally wandered back to have a seat in the rickety rocking chair next to the coach, Draco asked, "Alright so why are you here?"

Harry shot back, "Why are you?" When Draco just gave him an angry glare, Harry said, "I needed to be sure, I didn't really believe it." At Draco's frown, Harry said, "there was a photo of you, for your wine in the local newspaper, I couldn't believe it, and so I had to see for myself."

Draco frowned and asked, "Why are you even in France?"

Harry rocked back in the chair and said, "You're mom said you'd go to France if you didn't want to be found."

Draco looked uncomfortable, and he cradled his throbbing arm to his chest. He bit his lip and asked, "Why? You said you didn't want to get revenge."

Harry sighed and said, "Have you heard about the wishing stone? The one the Reporter for the Daily Prophet got a hold of?"

Draco frowned and said, "So some reporter's got an ownership rock, what does that have to do with you being here in France?"

Harry asked, "You really did cut yourself off from the magical world, the reporter thought I deserved a reward for killing Voldemore, so she gave it to me."

Draco ran his good hand through his hair and asked, "So?"

Harry sighed and said, "Everyone said, that it didn't matter that I didn't think I wanted anything, the stone would find the one thing that would… that I would want most in the entire world, and make it mine."

Draco finally snapped, "Just tell me already."

Harry winced and said, "It gave me you."

Draco blinked, then said with a dead voice, "What?"

Harry frowned and said, "Apparently, by magic law, I own you."

Draco's eyes went wide and he shouted, "What!"

Draco looked like he was going to start screaming and ranting again, when a knock came from the door.

Maybe little evil harry