Ok, this is a very short epilogue, because so many people asked for a bit more than I gave in the last chapter. Please be aware that I tried to insert everything everyone asked for, but I'm sure I didn't manage, as some things just didn't work when I tried to write them. Also, I won't change my last chapter, as it was rushed on purpose, as that was how Draco experienced it at the time, as chaos.

Thanks for everyone who left a review and read this story, you guys are awesome! There are so many of you that I can't name you all (otherwise this AN is going to be ridiculously long), but know that I appreciate every one of you!

I'm sorry if you find any discrepancies, I didn't reread the entire story before writing this and though I tried to look up certain things, I might have missed something. It is also unbeta'ed, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Hope you guys are satisfied with this peek into what happened!

Epilogue:

Draco rolled up his sleeves as he opened yet another box, his mind soon becoming tired of going through endless trinkets and trash he hadn't even remembered he owned. Harry had asked him to move in almost eight months after he had been released and Draco was boxing up his stuff for the move. Heavens knows why he didn't just use a house elf to do these things, he had enough money to procure one now, especially with the steady income St. Mungo's provided for his potions.

He grumbled as he continued searching for possessions in the corner of the dusty wardrobe, knowing that it was the influence of his Gryffindor boyfriend that had him packing himself. At least he could still use magic, but he wasn't proficient enough in household charms to sort everything he wished to pack, so that had to be done by hand.

A crinkle and the feeling of smooth, old parchment had him pausing and he retracted his hand to stare down at the cut-out he held. It was the article the Quibbler had printed after Harry's rescue, spouting off about some sort of imaginary creature that had held him prisoner and infected the minds of those around him. Snorting, he set it to one side, knowing Harry would want it for a laugh. Further investigation had him pulling out the box that held photos and such things from the period right after Harry's rescue.

Smoothing out the yellow parchment, Draco stared at the printed black letters of the Prophet, the bold headlines screaming out to the reader.

Our Saviour is Saved!

Our dear readers of the Prophet will remember the scandalous story of the one and only Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, the events that lead to that title and the happenings that took place after the Battle of Hogwarts. Single witches everywhere mourned when they found out the Potter heir was to be married and this to a witch that no one knew the origins off. The Wizarding world would be further shocked when that same Harry Potter abandoned his wife, Amelle Potter and his godson, Theodore Lupin on a grand search for adventure. Wizards and witches everywhere though they knew the truth and were content.

However, a much darker thing was taking place behind the scenes. Amelle Potter nee Bordeaux was not the charitable, kind and charming young lady she seemed, instead, a dark persona hid within her. Drugging The Chosen One with a love potion and a magic suppression potion, she took control of the vast Potter fortunes, fame and political power, before letting out Saviour 'disappear'.

To the shame of witches and wizards everywhere, only a select few so much as suspected foul play, while the majority welcomed the gold digger into our society…

Draco threw the article down in disgust. The entire piece was written in that manner, lavishing praise on Harry for escaping, making only a brief mention of his part in the whole debacle and painting that mad woman in the light of a power-hungry gold-digger. It also seemed like a lot of witches with absolutely no ties to Harry had a heart-rending comment to make about how they always knew that woman couldn't be trusted, the Prophet not caring that those women probably fit the descriptions of Amelle in the paper better than she did.

He rifled through the box some more, unearthing a photo of a grinning Harry, Draco next to him and Teddy snuggled in his arms, with Weasleys surrounding the three of them. Draco remembered the day it was taken…

"D-Draco, it's ok… they… won't eat… you!" Harry's exasperated voice, still struggling with speech, had Draco shooting a glare at the amused green eyes looking at him. Teddy was clinging to Harry with the tenacity of a leech and Draco didn't think the boy was ever planning on letting go. Seeing as they had only just escaped Potter Manor, Amelle still stunned inside it, he thought it was a sensible reaction to have.

Looking at the slightly lopsided house of the Weasleys, Draco wished he could cling to Harry as well, though he would never admit to that thought. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and followed Harry towards the house, his palms clammy and his body tense. As Harry opened the door, Draco could hear loud voices in conversation, the giggling of children, before everything went quiet. The silence was deafening and he shifted his weight nervously.

The blond could see the Weasley matron staring at Harry with wide eyes, as well as a blond woman he remembered being Fleur Delacour and a small girl he presumed was her daughter. There was a small redheaded boy, who he vaguely remembered being the Weaslette's son and another redhead he thought was the one who worked at the Ministry, Percy, if he remembered correctly.

"H-Hey." Harry's voice cracked under the pressure as he smiled sheepishly at everyone in the kitchen. As if Harry's voice was the switch, Molly Weasley burst into tears, rushing forwards and throwing her arms around the Boy Who Lived. Her actions seemed to unfreeze the others in the room and the children crowded at his legs, while Percy slapped his back and Fleur urgently flooed the rest of the family. Within ten minutes, the large kitchen was filled with clamouring red heads, laughter and tears running free as Harry were welcomed back. Draco hung back uneasily, his face uncertain as he watched the reunion.

Of course, it would be the Weasel who saw him first. "What is he doing here?!" Suddenly, a veritable sea of blue and brown eyes all stared at him and Draco could feel his old behaviour roaring up as he straightened, a sneer on his face.

"I just so happen to be here with Harry. Not that it has anything to do with you." Ron's face was going red, till even the tip of his ears were stained crimson and his fists clenched.

"This is my home Malfoy and you're not welcome here! Harry would never associate with you." Draco could feel a light flinch travel through his body, but he was sure none of the Weasleys saw it. Or rather, he hoped they didn't.

"Lay off Ron. Draco is Teddy's cousin and if he's here with Harry, then that's Harry's decision." George Weasley was the last person Draco had expected to stand up for him, but he guess the man remembered the last time he had been in his shop.

"Ron… He's telling…the truth. Draco's here with… me. Ask Herm..ione." Harry's words had the redhead pause, before he turned towards the bushy haired woman. She rolled her eyes and glared at her old friend turned lover.

"Honestly Ronald, if you just waited, I would have explained it all. Draco found Harry some time ago and has been helping him ever since. He approached me for some help and together we managed to free Harry." Hermione quickly explained to the stunned Weasleys what had really happened to Harry and Draco was gratified to see the horror and later respect on their faces. Finally, Hermione fell quiet and Ron looked at her silently.

"Oh dear, I can't believe you had to experience that! That horrible woman, I always was a bit suspicious of her." Harry smiled at the distraught Mrs Weasley, trying to comfort her; but Draco could see the relief on his face as Mr Weasley took his wife into his arms, cradling her as she cried.

"I'm just glad Harry is fine now. We all know you're strong, so it's no surprise you came back to us. O yeah, Harry, I want you to meet my son, Rupert. I don't know if you remember him, as the time he was born was about a few months before you disappeared." Draco looked at the small redheaded boy Ginny held on her hip and how Harry greeted the child, easily talking with his old girlfriend about her son and husband.

A quiet voice broke through the chatter however, one Draco realised came from Ron as the man looked at his wife with hurt eyes. "Hermione, why didn't you tell me? I understand why we couldn't tell the aurors or people outside the family, but why did you keep it from me?"

"If I had told you Harry was being kept prisoner in Amelle's attic, driven insane by a potion and hurting, would you have been able to stop yourself from storming the house? And even if you were able to, are you good enough an actor to fool everyone at the ministry as well, to act like nothing's changed?" Ron's face crumpled, as he knew his behaviour would have made some people suspicious and he accepted his wife's argument.

Draco was surprised to see the weasel turn towards him, his face no longer filled with anger, but rather gratitude. "Thanks, Malfoy, for saving Harry. I really do appreciate it and I'm sorry for my rude reaction."

Draco nodded and his acceptance seemed to be the invitation for the other Weasleys to crowd him with their gratitude. Through the entire uncomfortable and awkward experience, Harry just stood to one side, smiling gently. Mrs Weasley had had her arms around him for the last minute it seemed and he was firmly denying any warmth he felt welling up at her heartfelt embrace. Draco was approaching his limit however, and he contemplated how to extract himself without seeming rude, especially as his hastily treated injuries seemed to bother him all the more.

At that moment, the floo flared green again and a tall, imposing wizard stepped out. The gold of his earing glinted against his black skin and Kingsley's eyes zeroed in on Harry. With two large strides, he was in front of the Gryffindor, clapping him on the back and exclaiming his pleasure at seeing him again. It took another few minutes of explaining till the Minister was on the same page as everyone else.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright now. Believe me, she isn't going to get away with this. Ron, I'm going to send you a few aurors to retrieve Miss Bordeaux. Harry, I'm also going to need some memories from you and Mr Malfoy. It would be better, though not compulsory, if you can reiterate an account of what happened under the influence of Veritaserum, just to ensure there's no doubt in Miss Bordeaux trial." Harry nodded and Draco sighed, resigned to having his brain picked clean. At least, it was for Harry's sake. At that thought, he suddenly didn't mind so much the hassle he was going to go through.

Draco grimaced at the commotion that followed, how he had extracted his memories and taken Veritaserum, telling everything that had happened up until then with a monotone voice. He had been so relieved when Weasley left with the aurors, though it wasn't long before Hermione had ushered him and Harry through the floo, telling them in no uncertain terms that they were going to St. Mungo's. Draco had been relieved when his various cuts and bruises, as well as his knee had been fixed in a jiffy, Harry's examination taking far longer than his own. he had also had to talk to various healers about the potion used on Harry.

"I almost can't believe the results… The Sedatio Magia Potion? How are you managing to walk around like this and talk Mr Potter?"

"Ah, I can answer that." The healer turned towards Draco, and he could see disbelief, but also curiosity in her eyes.

"Really Mr Malfoy? Please continue then."

"I found an antidote to the potion, invented by one Severus Snape. It's main ingredients are angel trumpet blossoms, as well as Chameleon skin and it's administered in doses. Potter didn't take his last dose, so that's why he's still not fully recovered, like his speech being stilted."

"The Sedatio Magia potion is a very complex potion, with a difficult brewing process and I imagine the antidote would be as well. How did you manage to brew it? I am not aware of you being a master at potions…?"

Draco's expression soured, as he hated to be reminded that he couldn't apprentice under someone up until this point. It was Harry, surprisingly, who answered.

"Draco's really good…with potions. He wants… to become a potions… master."

"Really? And under whom are you apprenticing?"

Draco felt a flush trying to travel up his cheeks, but he forced it away as he answered. "So far, I've not been able to find a suitable Master."

The healer nodded, her disbelief entirely gone and her expression thoughtful. "I see. Mr Malfoy, would you be open to publishing the antidote? Also, I know a Master here at St. Mungo's who might be able to take you on as an apprentice. After you gained your masters, we can discuss possible employment in my ward."

Draco could feel incredulity and also excitement push up in him. He was going to get the chance to do what he always wanted.

Draco smiled slightly as he rubbed his thumb over another photo, one of him and Harry standing together, Draco proudly holding up the badge that showed his status as a Potions Apprentice. Harry was beaming, his arm casually around Draco's shoulders. This photo had actually been taken just over a month after Harry had been rescued and Draco remembered how his heart had beat faster as he stood under Harry's arm, desperately trying to control his elation.

There was also a photo of him, Harry, Ron and Hermione standing in front of St Mungo's, Harry having been just told that the last of the potion had left his system and he was entirely healthy again. There had been a large celebration…

"Harry dear, Draco dear! Come one in! I've just finished dinner, so you're right in time!"

"What am I mum, chopped spleen?"

"Oh shush Ronald, this is a big day for Harry, being fully recovered from that vile woman's actions…" Draco could see Mrs Weasley's jaw firming as her eyes flashed, but after a second it was gone again and she was ushering them to their seats. Draco could believe the amount of food the groaning table was holding up and he dazedly dished himself some food as he listened to the chatter around him. He was aware that most of his attention was centred on Harry, but didn't think anyone noticed till Hermione leaned closer from where she was sitting beside him.

"He looks happy. I want to tell you again how grateful I am for making him that happy Draco." Flushing, the Malfoy glowered at her, almost choking on his potato.

"What on earth are you on about Granger? Of course Harry is happy. He's free and with his family, I have nothing to do with it." Hermione's eyes sparkling in a particularly annoying way and Draco had the distinct impression she was laughing at him.

"Sure Draco, whatever you say." Later that evening, when everyone had gathered in the living room, which somehow had enough space for all the Weasleys, Draco sat sipping on his butterbeer, laughing as Harry rolled around on the floor with the children. He thought the Gryffindor looked absolutely ridiculous, but he couldn't deny the way his heart sped up each time Harry's laughing eyes caught his own. He was so engrossed in watching their roughhousing, that he hadn't even realised Arthur Weasley had sat down next to him till the kindly patriarch patted his arm.

Looking up, his gaze caught the gentle chocolate one of Arthur and he smiled hesitantly. In the two weeks that had passed, he had become a bit more used to the Weasleys, but he still found it difficult to interact with them sometimes. However, he tried for Harry, even though he wasn't sure why Harry's approval mattered to him so much.

"How're you doing Draco? I know my family can be a bit much at times."

"It's no problem Mr Weasley. This is Harry's family too, if you believe him, so I'll just have to get used to it." There was some sort of unnameable joy in the older man's eyes, but Draco didn't know what it meant or why he felt like flushing in embarrassment, so he took a swallow of his butterbeer to try and distract himself.

"Thank you son. I hope you continue to be there for Harry. He needs you more than you know."

"More than I know? Don't you mean more than he knows?" Arthur laughed softly, though the blond didn't feel the man was mocking him, rather delighting in something.

"Oh no, Harry is perfectly aware of how much he needs you. Now you just need to reach the same revelation." With that cryptic remark, Mr Weasley stood up, smiling one last time as he walked towards his wife. Looking around, Draco realised that the people in the room had totally accepted him into their lives and as he caught Harry's eye again, he smiled.

Draco was certain the red flush on the Gryffindor's face wasn't just from the playing and he felt a sort of strange smugness at the sight of it. He settled back, allowing himself to be pulled into a conversation about charm uses between George and Ron as he enjoyed the kind atmosphere.

It was only much later, when he and Harry had started dating, that Draco had made sense of Mr Weasley's words. He did think that the patriarch had overlooked the depth of Draco's own need of Harry though and Draco had decided he was ok with needing harry, as Harry needed him just as much.

Flicking through the box, he found another photo that showed Harry and Teddy standing proudly in front of the quaint cottage Harry had bought, both of them excited to start with their new lives. Draco smiled as he saw himself walking into the photo, ruffling Teddy's hair as he teased Harry about his downscale in house size.

The photo reminded Draco of what he was supposed to be doing and he quickly finished his categorizing and packing, suddenly eager to arrive at The Antlers, which was what Harry had jokingly named his house and it had stuck. Flicking his wand, he shrunk down his boxed, stuffing them in a single bag which he held in his hand as he apparated from the flat he had stayed in.

Opening his eyes, he breathed in deeply as he took in the beautiful house in front of him, the walls painted a soft cream and the roof dark. Deep, mahogany windows and doors were tastefully spaced and wild flowers and lilies grew everywhere. A cobbled pathway led to the front door and Draco ambled down it, enjoying the fresh air.

"Draco!" Teddy's cry had Draco bracing himself, as the small boy slammed into him a split second later, his small face smiling up at him. Contrary to what everyone had thought when Harry asked Draco to move in, Teddy hadn't had a fit of jealousy. In fact, the young metamorphmagus seemed almost more excited than Harry was, which was almost a miracle. Draco chuckled as his small cousin towed him towards the door, where Harry was grinning as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey."

'Hey." Draco smiled, his heart beating at the love in Harry's eyes as the Gryffindor leaned down slightly to give him a slow kiss. As usual, everything else just faded into the background and Draco leaned closer, his blood rushing to unmentionable places. An impatient tug at his shirt had him breaking the kiss to see Teddy scowling adorably up at them, his hair a deep blue and his eyes orange.

"Alright, alright. Will you show me to my room Teddy?" Smiling brightly again, Draco followed his cousin, Harry trailing behind them as they both listened to Teddy chatter. Arriving at the room that had been unofficially his for a few months now, Draco enlarged his boxes and the three of them had great fun arranging everything, though Teddy was more underfoot than anything else.

Finally, Draco was satisfied with his room and they converged at the kitchen, Harry making some lunch for all of them that they ate as they talked. Teddy was telling them a story about a friend he had met at the school he had started going to and Draco was happy to see that the boy had settled in nicely in his new neighbourhood. It helped that the Weasleys and their various offspring were just a floo call away.

When Harry and Teddy had moved in, they had worried about how Teddy would adjust to the change, as all he ever remembered as a home was the cold of the Potter manor. However, the young boy surprised them, as he flourished in the new environment, under the care of his godfather. Draco remembered one evening he had come over for dinner, walking in on a scene that warmed his heart.

"NO HARRY! You don't throw peppers in the food, you'll poison Draco!" The blond in question paused as he was just about to walk into the kitchen, his curiosity peaked by Teddy's claim.

"Oh? And why would peppers poison Draco? I'm sure he said he liked them."

"How can anyone like peppers? My friend Melinda told me the red ones burn, the yellow ones cause a stomach ache and the green ones are poison." Harry's deep chuckle filled the kitchen and Draco smiled as well, listening to the six year old's argument against the vegetable.

"Teddy, sweet peppers don't burn, they are sweet, like their name. If you don't want to eat them, you don't have to. But you may only say no after you've had a taste and didn't like them." Peeking carefully around the door, Draco watched as Teddy pouted, crossing his arms as he glared balefully at the offending peppers.

"It's not that I don't like them, but that Draco might not like them… how can you know they're not poison?"

Harry laughed again, his chuckle warm and he popper a slice of the red vegetable into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. He did the same with the yellow and green peppers, showing Teddy that they were harmless. The young metamorphmagus still looked doubtful, but he cautiously took the red pepper slice Harry handed to him, staring at it for a long moment. Then, screwing up his eyes, his shoved it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly.

"Did you even taste anything?" Harry asked doubtfully, the amusement clear in his eyes.

"Yes!" Harry laughed before pushing a yellow and green slice towards his godson. The boy gave a put-upon sigh and Draco had to muffle his chuckle at Teddy's glare. He ate the yellow slice slower, before doing the same with the green pepper. The sight of his face screwing up in distaste had a chuckle escaping Draco, but luckily they didn't hear it over the sound of Harry's laughter.

"Ugh! The red and yellow ones are ok, but the green one is definitely poison! Harry, quick, do you have a bezzor, I think I might die!"

"It's bezoar and you won't die Teddy. I promise you, though distasteful, the green pepper is perfectly harmless." Both Harry and Teddy looked up at Draco's voice as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes laughing. He swallowed as he though he saw a flash of something in Harry's eyes, but then it was gone and he turned to pay attention to Teddy's complaining.

A tug on his waist had him come back to the present and before he knew it, he was sprawled across Harry's lap as they sat in front of the fire in the living room, Teddy drawing in front of them as he continued his monologue. Instead of immediately jumping up like he wanted to, the blond forced himself to relax and he settled deeper against Harry, enjoying the arms around him.

It seemed as if time flew by and before he knew it, it was time for Teddy to go to bed, though the boy complained bitterly about it the entire way to his room. Harry tucked his godson in and Draco sat at the foot of the bed as he told him a muggle fairy tale about a boy that never grew up, called Peter Pan. Draco personally though it sounded like this Peter Pan got his hands on a philosopher's stone and was just fooling everyone.

With the story finished, Harry promised to one day show the DVD, whatever that was, to Teddy and he kissed his forehead. Standing, his lover moved to the door and Draco leaned forward to bestow his own goodnight's kiss on Teddy's forehead. A small hand jumping out and grabbing his sweater had him leaning closer, till Teddy's lips were at his ears and the words of his cousin had a strange joy rising in him.

"I'm glad you're living with us now Draco. I love you." Caressing Teddy's light blue hair, Draco whispered back, delighting in how happy Teddy's eyes showed he was.

"I love you too. I'm glad to be here."

Back in the living room, Draco allowed Harry to pull him down onto his lap again, lying back against his boyfriend's strong chest. He groaned in pleasure as firm lips gently kissed his neck, arching his head to one side to give Harry more room. Harry's hand were massaging his chest and nipples through the fabric and his own hand reached back to tangle in the raven hair, the other one clutching Harry's jean-clad knee.

"Draco…"

"Hmmm…?" Draco couldn't think coherently, especially not as Harry kept his lips against his neck as he whispered.

"I realise this is all moving very fast, but I just… I realised once again how easily something can go wrong and I just wanted to…to…" Draco was more alert now and ignoring Harry's hands on his hips, he twisted his body around, so that he was straddling his lover. Trying very hard to not pay attention to what was pressed against his very interested groin, he focused entirely on Harry's vulnerable expression.

"What are you trying to say Harry?" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from in front of those green eyes. The emerald orbs searched his own grey-blue ones and then Harry reached into his pocket, showing a plain silver ring with a Celtic band across it lying on his palm.

"In the muggle, it's called a promise ring world that goes onto your right ring finger. It's like a pre-engagement ring, to show we are promised to each other. I don't want to rush into this, but I do want you to be mine. We'll both wear one and then, when we're ready, we'll exchange it for proper engagement rings."

Draco swallowed, his throat thick as he looked into the sincere eyes of a man he realised he loved more than anything he knew he could. His fingers shaking lightly, he picked up the ring, slipping it onto his right hand's ring finger, admiring how it looked there.

"It looks good on me. I think I'll keep it." Harry choked back a laugh, his eyes bright and before Draco knew it, he was being kissed fiercely. He was vaguely aware of a matching ring on Harry's own finger, but at the moment he paid more attention to Harry's wandering hands that were massaging his arse and the sensation of those hot lips on his. As Harry's mouth moved to his neck and collarbone, Draco couldn't help but grin as he caught sight of the ring once again, before he was distracted by Harry's ministrations.

He was Harry's and Harry was his. Forever.

The End

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Right, I hope everyone who asked for more liked this chapter, because there 100% won't be more. Seriously, I surprised myself by writing this and it even turned out longer than I thought. I chose to use flashbacks, as at the time it really was too chaotic for Draco to think about everything in detail, so I hope it's still ok.

I know Teddy's real name is Edward, as SadButTrueMemory so kindly told me and I'm ashamed to say I never went to look it up when I started writing. For the sake of keeping everything the same, I'm just going to say his name is Theodore in this fic, but it will be the first and last fic I do that (as I'm too lazy to go change it now). So for everyone who asks, that is the reason I'm not using his real name.

Also, please review to tell me what you thought, if you liked it, if it was a waste of time of whatever else you can think of. To everyone reading this after I finished it, I hope you appreciate the reviews of the guys before you, as I never would have written this last epilogue if not for them. Do me a favour and be awesome like them and leave a review, they really do make miracles come true.