See first chap for disclaimer and warnings.

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"Seven years... seven bloody years, and I'm the one who had to find you. Fucking typical." Malfoy muttered under his breath, staring down at the papers in his hands.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a Ministry peon." Harry said in response, pushing his glasses up his nose and eyeing the other man with contempt.
"What do you do with a wizard just young enough to escape execution? Put him where you can keep an eye on him, of course." Draco replied, delivering the words as if telling some sort of joke.
"So your parents?" Harry queried.
"Executed." Malfoy responded in a deadpan tone Harry could tell he had practiced on for many years.

Eventually, Harry stood aside to allow Draco Malfoy into his home. The blond wizard glanced around the old house with a look that was undeniably disapproving, before taking a seat at Harry's invitation.
"We're here to discuss the final will and testament of Luna Lovegood." Malfoy looked down at the papers and back up at Harry, who nodded slowly.
"Do you remember her? The Ravenclaw imprisoned for months in the dungeons of your Manor." The dark-haired wizard spat, his hand instinctively moving toward his scar.
"Yes, I remember her."

Silence hung awkwardly in the air for a few moments, and Harry watched as Malfoy shuffled his papers in discomfort.
"I didn't- didn't assume when I read 'Executor of Will: Mr H. Potter', that it would be-" He mumbled, and rubbed his temples.
"Would be the wizard who fell off the face of the earth seven years ago?" Harry finished his sentence for him, leaning back in his chair.
"I can request someone else from the department, if it would make it easier for you." Draco offered, and Harry contemplated his response for a moment.
"It's rather befitting that Luna's will is in your hands, isn't it? I think it makes an interesting tribute to her memory." He finally said, and Malfoy exhaled sharply.
"Right then, we'd best put these- pleasantries- behind, and continue with the work that needs to be done."

Harry had signed a few wavers of confirmation, and then moved into the kitchen to brew some tea. As he fiddled with the kettle, his mind drifted back to the last time he had seen Malfoy, being hauled away to Azkaban with the other Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy is in my house right now, with his smarmy traitorous arse on my sofa. Harry mused, and felt bile rising from his stomach.
"Is everything okay in there?" Came Malfoy's voice from the living room, and Harry winced.
"Kettle's boiling." He replied, in a voice that betrayed his less than civil feelings towards the other wizard.
Not that I particularly want to be making you tea, you git.

Harry walked back into his living room, holding two hand-painted mugs, courtesy of Luna, filled with hot tea. He handed one to Malfoy who muttered his thanks, and then took a seat steadily.
"Well, firstly there is the matter of the family-" Draco began, but Harry silenced him with a wave of his hand.
"Luna's parents are both dead, and she had no other family."
"I see. Is there anyone we should inform of the passing?" Questioned Malfoy, quill in hand.
"I suppose... well there are the Weasleys, though they may not even remember her. Only Ron knew her and we haven't spoken in so long." Harry responded, sighing sadly at the mention of his old best friend.
"I wasn't aware Weasley survived."
"Oh yes, he did. Hermione didn't though, and part of him died with her."
"My condolences." Malfoy said, with a sincerity Harry hadn't expected.

"Now onto the matter of the remains; Miss Lovegood asked that she be cremated, but did not specify the final resting place." Draco explained, glancing down at the now slightly crumpled papers.
"No, she could never make her mind up. Perhaps the grounds of Hogwarts, seeing as she spoke so fondly of it." Harry responded. Draco pulled a slight face and made a note with his quill.
"Normally they do not allow such things at Hogwarts but- considering the circumstances... I'll pull some strings." Malfoy stated, and Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Thank you." He said, somewhat taken aback by the gesture.

Harry found himself staring aimlessly out of the window, half-listening to Draco rambling on about what he was entitled to from Luna's belongings.
"The house is in your name also, so it shouldn't be a problem to- I'm sorry, are you listening Potter?"
"Hm?" Harry said, leaving his peaceful reverie.
"I thought not. I was just saying that the house is still yours, if you want to stay here." Draco responded, leaning on the arm of the sofa.
"I don't know. Luna made this place feel like home, but I don't think it'll be bearable without her."
"If you'd like to move, minus the publicity of course, I can ensure the Ministry helps you with that. I can have someone take care of everything for you, if that would make it all a little easier." Malfoy explained, and Harry shook his head a little.
"I didn't expect such kindness from you, Malfoy." He stated, raking a hand through his unruly black hair.
"A lot has changed since we were children, Potter. I'm not the man I once was."
"Good." Was all Harry could say in response.

They sat in silence for a while, Draco scrawling on his papers and Harry staring out of a window.
"Did I ever thank you?" Draco asked, without looking up.
"For what?" Harry replied, lazily moving his eyes from the window.
"For saving my life in the Room of Requirement." Malfoy said, and Harry squinted at him.
"No, I don't believe you did. Not that it matters anyway now, it was an age ago."
"It still matters Potter. The deed does not become any less important over time." Draco responded sharply, causing Harry to blink a few times in surprise.
"Well... you have helped me during this circumstance, so perhaps we can consider it even." The ex-Gryffindor said with a shrug.
"It's my job, don't flatter yourself Scarhead." Draco spat, and Harry grinned.
"So you are still in there, Malfoy."

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Still doing the ground work, but let me know what you think.

Beth