The Burrow, was its usual noisy self when Draco stepped out of the fireplace. Children shouting, and running around, most of them, redheads. Though he knew some of them did not have the famous Weasley hair, there was no doubt who they belonged to.

'Draco,' a friendly, warm, welcoming voice called. Molly Weasley, looked up from the pots on the stove, and rushed over to hug him at once. 'How lovely to see you, dear.'

'Do you need any help, Molly?' Draco asked her. When he first became Weasley's partner and was invited around for the very first time, he had been told to call her Molly. "There are too many Mrs Weasley now". she had said when he called her Mrs Weasley. "We won't know who you are speaking to". She had a very good point. Her eldest, Bill was of course married, Percy had got married the year before, Weasley and Draco became partners. Weasley, of course, had married Granger. The only time it got confusing was when Molly, Percy's daughter was around. Draco often referred to her as little Molly.

'Bless you, but no, everything is almost done,' she turned back to the stove, turning off the heat. 'We'll be out in the garden, too many of us to be cooped up in the house.'

Draco, nodded curtly. He never thought he'd be welcomed here, into the fold. But Molly Weasley's nature was that of a forgiving one, she often told him, that he was making up for his past mistakes. Saving her son, must have helped matters too. He had often wondered if it had been this very feat that had won over the rest of the Weasleys.

He shook his head, making his way through to the garden. It was not hard to find the rest of the Weasleys. Not when all one had to do was follow the noise, a mixture of shouts, laughing and crying.

'Draco, 'ow are you?' Fleur asked as he made his way over. She handed him a Butterbeer, from the table, which he took gratefully. Though he drank Fire Whiskey, it was not often that he actually touched the stuff. Mainly due to the fact of his work and they weren't allowed to drink whilst on shift. It was just easier to stay clear of Fire Whiskey. Weasley very much had the same attitude, in fact, it had been Weasley who had influenced Draco.

'I'm well and you?' he asked polity. Fleur he had long gotten along with, for she knew the troubles of being part-Veela far too well.

'Very much the same, thank you,' she turned, back to the table to pick up a small bowl and spoon. Trying to tempt her youngest Louis into eating some mushed up food. 'Any luck with your dates?'

'No, not yet,' Draco said. 'I swear my mother is setting me up with people I'll dislike on purpose.'

Fleur laughed lightly. 'I'm sure she would not do that.'

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Fleur you've met most of my mothers' attempts - her matchmaking is terrible.'

'Most of them seemed nice, I liked that Gretchen, was that her name? - the one that did all that charity work?'

'That was so she could find herself a rich husband,' Draco sneered. Which is something he did not want. For his relationship to be based on the fact that he had money.

'Oh - umm - what about Priscilla?' Fleur asked.

'Oh, she was much worse, complete snob.'

Fleur raised an eyebrow.

'I've changed, OK,' Draco said defensively.

Fleur did not comment, there was no need to. They all knew Draco included, that he had.

'What about Cordelia?'

'Didn't like children,' Draco said quickly. Draco had found that out rather early, and it had put a rather abrupt end to their dating.

'Adelaide?'

'Didn't want children,' Draco replied, sighing. That one he had found out much later, but not wanting children was pretty much a deal breaker for Draco. He added in an afterthought. 'I think the only decent person my mother set me up with was Astoria.'

'It was a shame it did not work out, non?'

'It was,' Draco replied softly. 'But she and I - it just wasn't meant to be.'

'It must 'ave been very difficult - letting her go,' Fleur said, just as softly. 'I doubt I could 'ave did it, if it been me. Non I do not think I could 'ave let Bill go.'

'Hay you,' came a shout from across the lawn. 'Stop flirting with my wife.' Bill, though he sounded serious, was smiling broadly. He was making his way towards them with a few of the older children. One that was not a Weasley, for Draco had seen a picture of his cousin when he was much younger. Teddy Lupin still had his turquoise hair. And there was someone else he had not seen for a rather long time. Not since he first started out as an Auror. The wizarding saviour herself; Harianna Potter.

Many days he had asked himself why he was doing this? Why he was working as an Auror? He had no need for the money, after all, he was the heir to the Malfoy fortune. It had been Astoria's sister, Daphne Greengrass, who had suggested to him about finding a job to kill his boredom. She, of course, had been right. But after the war, not many were willing to take on an ex Death Eater. He had been lucky, lucky that Harianna Potter had spoken up for him. That had been the last time he had seen Potter, before he started his training, she had been put on a special assignment after that.

Her black, long hair, had its usual messy look. As they drew nearer, Draco caught sight of her facial expression. Something just did not seem right. Though she was smiling, it did not look at all natural. Not the way he had seen her smile in school at least. It was rather odd now he came to think about it. But before he could wonder about the mystery behind Potter, in true Weasley fashion, his Auror partner showed up fashionably late. Rose's handheld in one of his own and the other was interlocked with that of his pregnant wife; Hermione, though Draco still referred to her as Granger.

Potter's behaviour seemed out of place - there was something off about her. Not that Draco had been paying close attention, well maybe he had, but it was hard not to pick up on the few things he had seen, since she had been sitting directly across from him, in-between George and Hermione. Potter's green eyes often flicked across the table, mostly in the direction of Teddy Lupin.

'She's been looking after him,' Fleur whispered into his ear. 'Ever since your aunt died. It was only natural, Ria's his godmother after all.'

Draco, nodded, this was information he was already aware of. Weasley had told him so. In fact, Harianna was godmother to quite a few members of the Weasley brood. The only thing he had not known was how she came to get the nickname Ria. The Weasleys were very closed off about it, often changing the subject. Harianna Potter though was exactly the type of person he had been looking for. She liked children, though she had not had her own, she looked after one as though he was, judging by the way she was acting with Teddy. She would not be with him just for his money or his family name. Though she no longer showed her dislike for Draco, he doubted she would be with him for his family name. As for the money, well she in her own right had her own. Thanks to being the last Potter and an investor in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, that was information he only found out after becoming Weasley's partner. Come to think of it, all the qualities he wanted from a relationship, he had seen from Potter whilst they had been at Hogwarts together.

And as though Potter had heard Draco and Fleur, she looked directly at Draco for a few seconds, before her eyes searched the table again. Just what was she looking for? It was not the only odd behaviour he had seen either. Much later, once the delicious mouthwatering food had been eaten, he had observed the Weasleys acting rather oddly with her. All of them had approached her when they were directly facing her. And there had been something missing from her departure as well, but it wasn't until Molly Weasley had hugged him tightly before his own departure, did he realise what it was. No one, including the children, had made any physical contact with her. Perfect Potter may be in qualities, but just what was going on with her behaviour? And why was everyone acting strangely distant to her? It just didn't make sense. Just what the hell was going on?