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Draco sighed as he watched the scene in front of him. The boy-who-lived was surrounded by ministry workers, who were trying to calm him don. Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking filled the room as a picture frame hit a mirror. Harry grabbed something else from the desk and threw it, jut barely missing the top of Draco's head.

"That's it," Draco said as he stood up, wand in hand. Pointing it at Harry, he said, "Petrificus Totalus." He watched as Harry's arms and legs snapped together and he fell to the floor. "Someone give him a calming draught before I release him."

One of the workers hurried out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a vial filled with a clear bluish liquid. He went over to Harry, opened his mouth, and tipped the vial until a few drops fell into his mouth.

Draco waved his wand and sat back down as Harry sat up, crossing his legs.

The Minister of Magic, Randal Avius, cleared his throat and spoke. "I know this has come as a bit of a shock to both of you, but it is necessary. Azkaban is only safe to keep the lower Death Eaters. Now that the Dementors are roaming around and refusing to come back to Azkaban, Aurors are working there, but none are powerful enough to hold Mr. Malfoy prisoner."

"But why me? Couldn't someone…"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. You're the only one powerful enough to look after him and keep him in line."

"But marrying him? I don't see how that would help."

Avius hesitated, then said, "It's a way to promote peace between the families of the light and dark sides. We're hoping that by the two of you marrying, that they'll see the strongest supporters of both sides putting aside their differences, and it will make them see that they should try to get along."

Harry closed his eyes. "Do I have a choice in this?"

"Of course, but I would like for you to know the importance of this. If you were to refuse and word gets out about it, the people would believe that you were encouraging them to stay at war with each other. It would be in everyone's best interest for you to accept this proposal."

"And what about me?" Draco asked. "Do I have a choice?"

"I'm afraid not."

"As the head of the Malfoy family, I should have a say in what happens. I am no longer under my fathers influence and do not have to do what he expected of me."

Avius sighed. "We know that if given the chance, you would've switched sides, Mr. Malfoy. But the wizarding community doesn't. They will want to see you punished for you involvement in the war. You can think of it as a sort of house arrest. If Mr. Potter agrees to it, then both of you will be transported to Hogwarts where you will finish you last year of school, then at the end of the year you will be wed. Then, after nine years, you can either stay together or get a divorce, the choice is completely up to you." The minister looked at Harry. "If you don't accept this, you'll be sending an innocent man to his death."

Harry snorted. "Malfoy? Innocent? I don't think so."

"Well, semi innocent. He had no choice but to fight for he-who-must-not-be-named. If he had refused, his father would've murdered his mother."

Harry shook his head. "I'm not sure if I should."

Draco spoke up, "Kill me. I'd rather die than spend ten years stuck with the Golden Boy. I swear, that in itself is a cruel and unusual punishment."

Harry smirked slightly. "You would rather die then have a relatively free ten years then the rest of your life to yourself?"

"Yes!"

"Then maybe I should take you as my prisoner."

"You're killing me, Potter!"

"No, I still haven't decided."

"I didn't mean…Oh, never mind!"

Harry looked at Avius. "Would you mind me going home to think about it?"

"Sure. Take all the time you need."

"Okay, it might take a couple of weeks," he looked over at Draco again, mischief in his eyes.

"Now I really choose death."

Harry held back a laugh as he took a bit of floo powder out of the jar on top of the fire place and threw it into the fire and spoke, then he was gone. He smiled slightly as he landed in Mrs. Figgs living room. He looked around and saw her sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. She glanced up as he took a step out of the fire.

"Thanks again for allowing me to use your fire."

"It was no problem, Harry. Those stupid relatives of yoursshould get hooked to the floo network since you're living with them, but we both know that that will never happen."

Harry smiled at her. "I'll see you, bye."

"Bye."

He walked out of the house and went home. When he stepped through the door, the first thing he heard was the sound of Vernon's yells.

"I DON'T CARE, PETUNIA! I WILL NOT LET THAT BOY STAY HERE A MOMENT LONGER!"

"Vernon, we have to let him stay! Think about what would happen if we were to kick him out. If someone were to connect him to us and find out about him being…well, abnormal…they could spread it around town. It would be safer to just let him stay until his birthday, it's only a week away! He says that once that day comes, he'll leave to the Weasly's, and then we'll only have to deal with him for a few days next summer! If we were to kick him out before then, the neighbors will gossip."

Vernon took a deep breath. "One more incident like this, he's out of here. I promise you that I'll kick him out in a heartbeat and we'll never see him again."

With that, Vernon came out of the kitchen and stormed out of the house, pushing Harry out of the way.

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I hope ya'll liked it. I'm not too happy with it and hope that the upcoming chapters are better. I won't be able to update too often since I don't have internet and am working on some other stories, and not only fanfics. Well, review!