Harry had been sat in the kitchen staring at the resignation letter since he had returned home, he was still so confused, he couldn't understand why he would want to resign, had Draco known about this? If he did, why didn't he tell him?
A loud voice shook him from his trance; he turned to the fireplace where a ruffled Draco and angry Ron stood.
"You can get off now," Draco hissed, and Ron let go, he straightened out his suit and brushed off any soot.
Harry folded up the letter and walked over to them. "What's going on?"
"Draco snuck into the ministry holding cells and almost got himself thrown in one himself, for trying to use the cruciatus curse on Theodore Nott." Ron looked like a completely different person; he had rarely seen him get so wound up.
"You did what?" Harry gaped at Draco whose face was in a grimace.
"I was trying to find out who cursed you," Draco snarled looking at Ron, it was a look Harry was all too familiar with, it was the look he had expected to look at him when he woke up in St, Mungo's a couple of weeks ago.
"Then what?" Harry folded his arms.
"I would make him pay," Draco said through gritted teeth. "I would make him regret ever uttering those words."
"So you spend the rest of your time in Azkaban?" Harry's voice was raised now.
"I didn't plan on getting caught," He turned his head back to Ron.
"It was reckless, count yourself lucky that it was me that was there," Ron frowned.
"Yes, Weasel you were there... you were also there when Harry lost his memory, so who was it?"
Ron drew out his wand and Draco did just as quick. "And there he is, The real Draco Malfoy," he turned his head slightly towards Harry. "You don't need your memory to remember this is who Malfoy really is."
"Enough!" Harry shouted jumping between them both before they both ended up dead. "Ron, I think you should go home and cool off, I can handle it from here."
He lowered his wand and reinserted it back into his robes. "I am only doing what you say cause you're my mate, just make sure he stays away from Theodore."
Harry nodded in agreement, and Ron left through the flames.
Draco still had his wand raised in his hand; Harry helped him lower it to the ground. "What the fuck, Draco?"
"What, you disappointed in me? Because I'm not, I could kill that fucker, and Weasel knows more than he is letting on."
"Ron," Harry corrected. "Ron is the reason you are here and not in a cell. Kingsley even knew you were working this case he told me to tell you, "It will do you no good to go looking for him." I just wish you would have told ME about it; I don't need you to get revenge for me."
"You weren't the only one who lost 15 years that day, Harry" Draco gritted his teeth gripping his wand tighter, "I lost them too."
"At least you still have all the memories," Harry frowned.
"What's the point in having memories with someone that doesn't even remember?"
Harry stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, "So you would risk our entire marriage for revenge?"
"I would risk my fucking life for you; I told you the day I married you, if anyone hurt you I would kill them, I would kill for you."
"I don't want you too," Harry shouted back just as loud as Draco was. "I want to be with a Man, not a Monster, which one are you?"
Draco was surprised by the question, it pained him, seeing the hurt and anger on Harry's face made him want a dementor to swarm down and suck out his own soul, so he didn't have to see that look again. He turned away from Harry and went to the table; he noticed the parchment folded up, he picked up and read Harry's words. After reading it, he held it up to Harry. "You resigned?"
"No, I got demoted," Harry said in a calmer voice.
"He demoted you?" Draco's temper rose again "He can't do that, It's not your fault."
"He didn't have a choice, it was I stay, and he goes against the whole Ministry or I go, and everyone is happy."
"So he made you write your resignation?"
"No, other me wrote that," He paused realising he referred to himself as "other him" and Draco's eyebrow had raised again "I mean, the part of me that remembers wrote it at some point before this mess happened."
"So what it says about starting a family is true?" Draco's expression had softened to the Draco he loved and not the angry, hateful man that walked into the kitchen.
"I am not sure, did we not have a conversation about this?"
"Nope," Draco looked down at his feet. "I don't see why he, I mean you wouldn't talk to me about this."
"Maybe I thought you would get angry?" Harry suggested wincing expecting him to argue back.
"Yeah, maybe you did," He replied quietly still looking at the floor then sighed. "I don't want to be a monster, Harry. I am not my father."
Malfoy Manor was had been fully washed of any type of darkness that had been breathing in there since the war; It was now glowing with light and beauty as Draco stood in the dining room looking around admiring his work.
He had been there every chance he had gotten since moving in with Harry to restore it to its former glory, at the same time as redecorating his own home from the blacks poor excuse of interior design.
"A little higher," Draco ordered to the house elf who was hanging up a welcome home sign. The sign was Slytherin green and silver embroidered letters his father would probably think it was lacklustre which pleased Draco all the same.
"Draco, Darling, Where would you like them to put the treacle fudge?" Narcissa strode in, dressed elegantly followed by another house-elf carrying a tray of fudge.
"Next to the caramel shortcake of course," He replied as though it was obvious. "Kreacher where are the centrepieces?" He and Harry had given the house-elf Kreacher to his mother as they had no need for a house-elf.
"Kreacher bring them now, Master Draco," said the grumpy elf holding a massive vase of flowers and walking over to the long dining room table that been carefully dressed with a cream tablecloth and covered with sandwiches, desserts and plates.
"What time is Harry arriving, he is cutting it short don't you think?" His mother asked breaking his focus on what was going on.
"Harry, Is always cutting it short, it's what he does, why do you think today would be any different? He would probably miss the whole party if he had his way, it is for my father at the end of the day."
She smiled and nodded in agreement, "Let's just hope your father takes your wedding announcement well or Harry will be leaving here in a coffin."
"Don't remind me," Draco said anxiously, he had been dreading telling his father about his engagement since before he proposed. They only had a few weeks until the wedding and Draco was a bridezilla, he was basically planning the whole thing by himself as Harry had no clue what he is doing he would make the colour scheme blue and green if he had left it to him to do.
An hour later and the dining room was perfect and Draco approved, he thanked the house elves and dismissed them back to the kitchens and cleaning. Harry arrived just after looking exhausted and nervous. Draco was pleased to see he was wearing the grey suit he had hung up on the door for him.
"Better late than never," Draco muttered to him as they greeted each other with a long hug.
"Is he here?" Harry let go looking around for the long blonde hair.
"No, not yet."
"Then I'm not late?" Harry said it was more of a statement than a question.
"Shut up, and go help my mother stop worrying about whatever she is worried about." He kissed Harry on the lips just as Lucius entered the room.
"Have I walked into the wrong house?" Lucius asked after a moment of everyone looking at each other. He didn't look like had just got out of Azkaban he was dressed how he usually had, his long hair was fastened in a ponytail.
"Oh Lucius, you're home," Narcissa strode towards her husband and kissed his cheek.
Lucius didn't move or reply he just stared at Harry and Draco who were looking like naughty schoolboys caught red-handed.
"Welcome home, father," Draco finally said breaking the awkward silence.
"What is all this?" Lucius waved his hand gesturing the table and decoration.
"It's afternoon tea, as a welcome home," Draco said pointing to the welcome home sign that was clearly visible, he specifically positioned it to be that way.
"Come sit," Narcissa guided him by the arm to the table.
Draco and Harry gave each other reassuring looks and followed them to the table. Draco straightened out his knife and fork when he sat down. He was directly facing his father who kept looking back and forth to him and Harry.
"Mr Potter," Lucius began leaning forward and clasping his hands together
"Harry," Draco corrected.
"Mr Potter," Lucius continued. "I am fully aware you and my son are roommates now."
"Living together," Draco corrected him again. "Harry and I are engaged."
Lucius looked at Draco now, face hard and looked like he was thinking of the right words to say, he pursed his lips tightly.
"Our wedding is on the 14th," Draco continued. "You don't have to come."
"Did I not raise you correctly?" Lucius asked quietly.
"Lucius," Narcissa warned.
Draco snorted amused at the question. "Raise me correctly? Whatever you said went in this house, there was no room for my own thoughts on how I was being raised."
"That is unfair Draco," Narcissa muttered. "I will hear no more talk of this matter, you have just got home, Draco has planned this whole meal and we are going to enjoy it."
Lucius muttered something under his breath and started placing sandwiches on his plate.
"Rita Skeeter has a new book coming out," Harry said after a few moments of food being grabbed and drinks poured. "Rita Skeeter: Exposed 'A tell-all book about my life and my time at The Daily Prophet.'"
Everyone looked Harry and then Lucius started laughing, which was very odd as Harry had never seen Lucius laugh so genuinely.
"Oh, it's about time she owned up the rubbish she writes," Lucius said when he stopped laughing.
"My book club would love to read that," Narcissa said delightedly.
Harry felt Draco's hand grab his hand under the table and squeeze tightly.
Harry had spent the next day tidying up the study after Draco had trashed it looking for the tracker. Most of the stuff in the drawer Harry already knew what it was and where it came from, he thought Draco must have told him to move his junk somewhere else, and it ended up in the enchanted drawer.
An owl tapped the window making Harry get off the floor and let it in. It was The Daily Prophet, Harry paid the owl, and it flew away gracefully. To Harry's delight, there was no wanted picture with Draco's face on it, but there was a picture of Theodore Nott.
Harry tried to focus, but his eyes were blurring, he rubbed them hard, when he moved his hands he was no longer in his study, he was in surrounded by green trees and dirt.
"Come on Harry he is getting away," Ron shouted to him, there was no other Harry around it was just him and Ron.
Harry looked ahead and saw Theodore Nott running ahead. "I can see him," He shouted and ran after him to get closer. "Expelliarmus," He missed.
"Stupefy," Ron screamed from behind, and Nott was down. "I got him, Harry."
Harry started to walk towards him carefully. "We need to get him, out of here."
"I will do it," Ron said proudly "Oblivate,"
Harry realised he said the wrong spell and spun around to see a green light coming his way.
"Harry," Ron screamed.
