"Mother!" exclaimed Draco, noticing his mother's tears as soon as he walked into the kitchen.
"Oh Dragon, we are ruined! There is no hope! No hope!"
Draco watched his mother's face fall into her hands, only her shaking shoulders revealed her passionate grieving. Beside her, his father looking lost and forlorn stared blankly into his steaming cup of coffee. Unaware of all the tension Harry casually strolled through the kitchen. A towel draped over bare shoulders, collected droplets of water falling free from his soaking mess of raven hair. He walked purposefully to the fridge and bought out a small bottle of water, popping the lid and draining half the content in one go. Finally releasing a deep exhale he took a moment to study the scene in front of him; Draco's frown and Mrs. Malfoy's obvious distress quickly evaporated his good mood.
"What happened?" he started carefully.
Shooting his lover a worried look, Draco took a step forward towards the table and picked up a folded piece of paper from next to his father's coffee mug. Lucius didn't even stir. Unfolding the ministry stamped letter Draco scanned the content quickly, eyes widening as he reached the middle and positively bulging once he was near the bottom. Finally he let the letter drift free from his hand and sail easily across the room to Harry, who wandlessly summoned it when he thought Draco was finished. By the time he too read the letter, the entire Malfoy family was seated around the small kitchen table looking grim as death and purposefully ignoring the intruder in the room. Namely the smallish young man with a sizeable hero complex, who was at that exact moment trying not to regard each person in the room with pity. Finally Harry sighed and let his gaze settle on his frowning boyfriend.
"I'm sorry. But honestly I don't think this is all that big of a tragedy…"
"Not big of a tragedy! Potter my parents and I are destitute! Our house, our money and all our assets have been seized by the ministry, to be liquefied by the end of the month. What of us? What effort do you think will be made to house and support us Potter, death eaters and enemies of the public? We'll end up in a muggle poor house before the end of the month!" Draco screamed, not noticing or caring to notice his mother flinch at the mention of muggle poor houses.
"No you won't."
"Potter…" Draco started in that dangerously low, frustrated manner one might take up with a particularly slow or obstinate person.
"I mean it, you won't Malfoy! Before the final battle I was going to ask you to move in with me should we both survive the war. And now we have and the way I see it, should you have agreed you would be living with me either way by now. The only thing that's changed in those plans is that now your parents will move here with you, and since they'll likely end up becoming my in-laws before too long, I hardly consider this inappropriate or even unexpected."
"But..." Draco said, looking flabbergasted if somewhat more at ease, "Harry I didn't know. Are you sure? I mean I…of course would have agreed to move in with you had you asked, but my parents too. Can you really want to? I don't expect …"
During Draco's rant Harry swiftly crossed the room to embraced his lover mid speech, interrupting his nervous chatter with a furious kiss, filled with rampant passion and unprecedented love. They probably would have stayed there, Draco in his seat, hands pulling his lover down by tugging on both ends of the shoulder towel. Harry bent at the waist, hands gently holding the pale face, thumbs stroking the sharp cheekbones, had they not been interrupted by a strange chocking cough coming from the Malfoy patriarch.
"That is…" Lucius started, pausing to take reassurance from his wife's even gaze, "a very kind offer Mr. Potter and we most graciously accept your generosity."
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Harry, "Kreacher!" he called and immediately an ancient house elf popped into presence.
"Yes Master Potter."
"Look it's your favorite pure blood family after the Blacks, they will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. Hopefully giving you incentive to try harder around here and perhaps not make further attempts on my life with poisoned cooking, mmm?"
Kreacher gave a sinister looking yet honestly pleased smile and vanishing with a pop. He appeared once more, moments later with a massive tray full of dishes loaded with all sorts of breakfast foods.