"There is no way I am spending the weekend with your parents. Dinner would be pushing it."
"My mother adores you. The two of you get along fantastically when your organizing one of the Ministry's functions."
"And your father would still try to kill me if he could get away with it, Draco. He's disappointed that I didn't stay dead at the end of the war. We have never once managed two seconds of civilized conversation."
"You forgot that he blames you for my sexual deviancy." Harry glowered at Draco as he said this. Before he could respond however, Draco continued talking. "Although, if I hadn't known I was gay since Fourth Year, seeing you at Auror training definitely would have turned me."
"Is that supposed to convince me? Because it's not working." He crossed him arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. Draco came to stand in front of him and ran his fingers down his arms.
"I can't not go, Harry. I've put off a visit to the Manor for years now. While Mother understands my reluctance, it is my ancestral home and both her and Father are anxious for me to return, if even for a little while. Even if it is only to prove to them that I cannot live in that house anymore. I would rather not face the nightmares alone."
Harry felt himself relent, and he knew that Draco saw it too. That didn't mean he had to give in right away though.
"And what about my nightmares?"
"First of all Love, you don't have nightmares about the war, thanks to your Pensive of Horrors. Second of all, that's what I'm here for."
"Fine, I'll go. But on one condition."
Harry loved it when Draco smiled like that. He was the only one that got to see it.