One would think that after ten years people would stop looking at Draco as though he were the Dark Lord returned to life. One would think that he would be able to walk down the street without hearing someone tell him that he belonged in prison. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Draco had spent ten years trying to escape his past, but no matter what he did there was always some self-righteous asshole who believed they were better than him, just because of a mistake he made when he was sixteen years old.
Even after ten years, he still had people threaten, or even attack him, whenever he went into public. It had gotten so bad at one point that he had refused to leave the Manor for three months. It was Astoria Greengrass that had finally gotten him to go out in public again. She had been his rock, the one person he could go to for comfort from nightmares or to calm his fears. They had fallen in love and gotten married five years after the war ended. A year later Scorpius was born, and three months after that Draco's world fell apart.
Astoria fell ill, and none of the healers at St. Mungo's could figure out what was wrong with her. They had turned to muggle medicine as a last resort, and her illness was finally diagnosed as stage four lung cancer. There was nothing the doctors or healers could do to save her. She died, leaving behind a broken husband and a four month old son.
Astoria had been the love of his life, and after losing her, he thought he would never be happy again. Then came Blaise Zabini's wedding to one Ginevra Molly Weasley, where Draco stood as the Best Man. It was there that he was reintroduced to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Die. It was also there that he learned that Harry was in the same boat he was. Apparently, Potter had met Lyssandra Wells, a nice witch from Canada, and had settled down shortly after the war. Two years after their marriage, their daughter Marissa was born, and four years after that, Lyssandra was killed in a Potions experiment gone wrong, and Potter was left to raise their young daughter alone.
Draco and Harry had spent most of the wedding reception talking, drinking, and trying to avoid any mention of the war and Draco's Death Eater past. After the wedding, they had managed to keep in touch, and started going out for drinks regularly. Eventually, they had gone from going out for drinks a couple of times a month to going out for dinner once a week, and after nearly two years of dating, they had gotten engaged and decided to move in together.
After much arguing, the two had decided to buy a four-bedroom house in the muggle town of Little Whinging, on the very street that Harry had grown up on. While neither of them was very thrilled at the location, they both loved the house, as did their children. Marissa was excited to be moving in to a new house, and Scorpius was excited to start muggle school, as Harry had insisted that both children needed to learn how to function in the muggle world as well as Magical.
Finally, after weeks of packing and planning, it was time to move everything into the new house. The move was going quite well, at first. Molly had offered to watch the children while all of her sons, with the addition of Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott, helped Harry and Draco move and unpack. The problem was all of the Weasley boys were helping, including Fred and George, who were taking the opportunity to test out their new products on unsuspecting Slytherins. Or rather, one Slytherin in particular.
Theo, being the newest member of their merry little group, was the target of most their pranks. The fact that he showed up late and hungover made him even more of a target. They had been working for barely two hours and Theo was already sporting red and gold hair, donkey ears, and hooves. Draco almost took pity on his friend, but decided against it. He still owed Theo for when the man had shown up late, drunk, half-naked, and with a hooker to Draco's wedding five years prior. If Draco had anything to say about it, Theo would be paying up for that little mistake for a very long time.
A loud shriek from the kitchen broke Draco out of his thoughts. As he walked into the room to see what new prank the twins had unleashed on their no longer unsuspecting victim, he heard Blaise drawl, "Theo has fur."
"I can see that." Draco replied, eyeing his now fluffy purple friend. "That color suits you, Theo."
"Very funny, Draco. Could you please do something to fix this?" Theo gestured to his entire body. "Because my darling boyfriend is being somewhat useless right now" He glared to where Ron was doubled over laughing.
"Not a chance, Theo. You deserve this." Draco was now finding it hard to keep a straight face.
"What do you mean I 'deserve this'? I've done nothing to deserve this!" Theo glared at the blond.
"My wedding," was Draco's only reply.
Theo sighed. "You're never going to get over that, are you?"
"Theo, you brought a muggle prostitute to my wedding. And she was naked. Ofcourse I'm never going to get over that." Draco couldn't believe that he was having this conversation with Theo again.
Theo smirked. "It could have been worse. I could have been naked too."
Draco glared at the purple man. "You almost were. If my memory is correct, you were wearing nothing but fishnet leggings and a loincloth. It could not have been much worse. Honestly, I'm surprised nobody had a heart attack when you showed up."
"Didn't your great-aunt Cecily have a heart attack that day? When the loincloth fell off?" Blaise chimed in.
"Oh, yes. I had forgotten about that. Even more reason for me to let you suffer. You killed my great-aunt." Draco's glare intensified.
Ron, who had finally managed to stop laughing, walked over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "Now why haven't I heard this story yet, Theo?" he whispered into the tall man's ear.
Theo made an expression that Draco was sure would be amusing if his face were not covered in purple fur. "It's not exactly something we talk about in normal conversation, dear. Now, could you please convince your brothers to reverse these ridiculous pranks?"
"And what if I like you like this?" The redhead asked.
"Oh, hell no. I did not need to know you were a fucking furry!" Blaise yelled before storming out of the room.
"Yeah, Ron…" George said.
"Keep your kinks to yourself." Fred finished.
"What the hell did I just walk into?" Harry asked from the doorway.
"We were discussing Theo's brutal murder of my great-aunt Cecily and somehow got onto the topic of Ronald's kinks." Draco answered, walking over and laying a kiss on his fiancé's cheek.
"I'm not a furry!" the redhead yelled.
"Okay, I really don't want to know." Harry said, shaking his head. "But Molly sent food, so could someone go let everyone else know that it's lunch time? And could one of you please turn Theo back to normal? As wonderful as your pranks are, we're in a muggle neighborhood, and I would rather not have to explain to Kingsley why another muggle had to be obliviated after seeing a purple fluff monster." He glared at the twins.
They both grinned. "Sure thing, Harry. We wouldn't want another incident." Fred nodded.
"Yeah, twice was enough." George replied, flicking his wand and returning Theo to normal.
"Oh, thank Merlin." Theo sighed as the fur disappeared.
"I'll go let everyone know it's lunch time." Draco said, walking out of the room. That was an interesting start to our new life, huh, Harry? Draco thought as he walked away.
