A/N You can thank Jinnxxed and jeyjeylu for annoying me just enough to post this chapter. To Jinnxxed I would like to say that I often wondered why Harry isn't a pureblood, so thank you for clearing that up, but for some reason I seem to think that somewhere in the books Draco or someone else referred to Harry as a Halfblood, either that or I imagined it. So to make you happy, think of it this way; in my Harry Potter universe (however fake it is) only people who have magical blood in every single generation of their family are purebloods. So, thanks to you, I will be spending the rest of my weekend looking through the books and various internet sites to figure this out. Also, next time, you can be a bit more polite about it.

And to jeyjeylu, if you are reading this, would you please explain to me what the hell you mean? I've thought about it, and I have no idea what you are talking about. How so? So caring for someone makes you a Mary Sue? Do you want Draco to be cold and throw Harry away? Would it make you happy if Draco stopped caring for Harry? I have no idea in the world what you're talking about. Clear things up for me.

*Deep breath* Sorry, I'm not very nice when I get angry…… Now that that's finished, I hope you all enjoy the promised extra chapter for today. Oh, and, fair warning, there's a cliffhanger at the end =D

I woke up the next morning, refreshed. It was the perfect morning until I saw Harry. I was instantly awake and concerned. I pulled him into my lap. "Babe, why are you crying like this?"

"I can' believe what I did last night!"

I felt numb. Did he regret it? I thought it was perfect. Did I do something wrong? I barely managed to choke out my question. "Why?"

"I forced you into that! You didn't say you wanted that, and I didn't even care! I took you anyway!"

"Harry, I was a Malfoy once. If I didn't want to do that, no one could make me. Trust me. Plus, I did want that. I've wanted that ever since you proposed to me."

Harry's shocked eyes looked up to me. "You waited that long?"

"You wanted me to. I respect you too much. Plus, I love you, and I didn't want to push you until you were ready. Which, judging by last night, you were ready for that."

Harry sucked in his breath in alarm. "Did I hurt you? Oh, Merlin, Draco, I am so sorry! I messed up again!"

I kissed Harry to shut him up. He was going to get himself so worked up that he wouldn't listen to me. "Harry, I'm fine. I only feel a little sore, but it's the best pain I've ever been in. You have nothing to apologize for, and you only made things better. Harry, I love you."

"So I didn't hurt you?"

"No. I am fine."

"And you wanted that?"

"More than anything."

Harry sighed in relief. "I love you too, Draco. I'm sorry that you woke up to me crying like this."

I shook my head. Harry really liked to apologize. "I think of it this way. I'd rather wake up to you crying than to wake up without you at all."

Harry slowly kissed me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome and thank you for last night."

"You're welcome." I thought of how perfect our first time was, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Harry, the potion took effect about a day ago."

Harry's eyes widened. "Is that what you want?"

"I'm happy! We can have our family!"

I saw relief in Harry's eyes. "Then I am happy too!" Harry kissed me again, and I knew everything was healed between us, for good this time.

To tell the truth, I was scared shitless. What if I wasn't ready for this? Neither Harry nor I had a proper upbringing, so what if I couldn't meet the child's needs? What if Harry decided that I couldn't properly care for the child? I shook off my doubts and let the peace of being around Harry surround me, and suddenly, I wasn't afraid anymore. He promised he would never leave me, and that was all I needed to know. I suddenly felt bolder and decided to keep my word. "Harry, why are you less honourable than Neville? I don't want to intrude, but I am curious."

Harry sighed. "You told me about your cheater, though I still don't know his name. Shh," he interrupted me from telling him, "I don't want to know unless you decided to tell me. I can wait. Anyway, since you told me about your cheater, I guess I'll tell you." Harry sighed again. "I am a murderer. I killed countless people. Neville is innocent. He never killed anyone, even in the Final Battle."

"Harry, you killed Voldemort because you had to! He would have killed you if you hadn't! This is pointless guilt!"

"No, it's not pointless! I understand that I killed him because I had to, but I didn't have to enjoy it! I enjoyed seeing the light leave my victim's eyes and I enjoyed seeing them fall to the ground, knowing that they wouldn't ever move again. I enjoyed killing them! What if I turn Dark? What if I choose to become like Voldemort?"

"Harry, I know you won't become like Voldemort."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because you aren't."

"Draco, you aren't making sense!"

"You're worried that you'll become like the Dark Lord. That's how I know that you won't. Also, you are way too kind hearted to become the cruel monster he was."

"But I enjoyed killing those people!"

I was losing ground here, and fast. Harry was shooting my points down everywhere, and I became desperate. I wanted to help Harry so badly, but I couldn't think of how. Finally, I decided to try and make Harry tell himself what I had been trying to tell him. "What was going through your head as you hit them?"

Harry's face became shocked, and I worried that I had pushed yet another line too far. Then, Harry spoke. "I thought how the people had been corrupted by false power, and how they could have been great people, had they not become minions to some lunatic. Also, I felt proud that I had been the one to kill them, because it meant that I wasn't as weak as I had been told, and that they would never hurt anyone again." I knew it was working when Harry's voice became lighter as he continued to talk.

I smiled, although something he said bothered me. "See? You don't murder in cold blood. You killed those people because they would have killed for no reason. You have nothing to be guilty about."

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Draco."

I smiled again, but this time Harry caught on.

"What's wrong?"

"You were worried that you were weak? Was that my fault?"

Harry shook his head hurriedly back and forth. "No! No, it wasn't you, although you did say it enough. By that point I had learned to ignore you." Harry looked apologetic.

"I understand. Who was it that told you that you were weak?"

"It wasn't so much that he told me, it was more a self-made conclusion. After all, if I couldn't protect myself from my Muggle uncle, then I knew I had no chance defeating the most powerful wizard. Mad, yes, but still the most powerful."

I clenched and unclenched my fists so many times that blood was drawn from where my nails had dug into my hand. I thought the pain would clear my head, but it only made me wonder what Harry had been through. "Harry, where exactly do your dear relatives live?"

"Are you going to kill them?"

"No. Merlin, I want to, but I can't. I promised you that I would be here for you forever, and going to Azkaban for murdering your relatives doesn't fit into that plan."

Harry looked relieved. "Alright. As long as you don't get hurt in any way, shape, or form, I'll give you the address."

"I promise."

Harry nodded. "It's number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey."

I kissed him quickly. "I'll be right back. Would you mind working on the wedding plans while I'm gone? Put things the way you would want them, and we'll decide when I get back, okay?"

"Why can't I go with you?"

"Harry, I prefer to do this alone. I don't want you to have to face the family that tortured you for so long. Please don't make me witness that."

Harry thought about it, and finally, he slowly nodded. "I understand. Please hurry."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too."

I apparated to the Ministry. I repressed the shudder of dislike as I walked up to the secretary. I still don't like this place.

"Can I help you?"

"Do you make Muggle arrests for abuse to a magical child?" I truly didn't know, and it was borderline annoying.

"Yes, but you would have to talk to the Wizarding World Child Protection Agency for arrests because of abuse. Wait a minute. You're Harry Potter's, uh, partner, aren't you?"

I sighed. "Fiancé. Yes, I am Harry Potter's fiancé."

"So our ex Head Auror was abused?"

Damn. "That is not for me to tell you."

The secretary glared. "Fine. Let me have someone take you to talk to the WWCPA."

I smiled sweetly, though it was fake. "Thank you."

Minutes later, a man walked to me. "Are you the man who has a report of a Muggle abusing a magical child?"

The man was definitely Irish. "Yes. Can we talk somewhere private?"

"Certainly. Right this way, sir." We walked to his office. "Please take a seat."

"Thank you."

"Now, how can I help you?"

"Before I tell you anything, I need you to make an Unbreakable Vow that you will tell no one what I am about to tell you."

"I cannot do that. My team has to know, and if you want said Muggle to be prosecuted, I will have to testify in court."

I sighed. I would have to word the Vow very carefully. "Alright, how about this. You make an Unbreakable Vow that states you will only tell your team, after they have sworn not to tell anyone. I will oversee the Vows, and further than that, you can only tell people who you have my permission to tell."

The man nodded. "Alright. Let me get my assistant to make the Vows."

"No. I have a better idea."

The man looked shocked, but nodded anyway.

"Thank you. DOBBY!"

Pop. "Hello, Master Malfoy."

"Please, call me Draco." I never in a million years would have thought that I was asking a House Elf to call me by my first name. Harry was rubbing off on me. "I am no longer a Malfoy, and you won't be treated like you were before. I am sorry for that."

Fat tears welled up in Dobby's eyes. "Thank you Master Draco, sir!"

"You're welcome, Dobby. Now, I have a favour to ask of you."

The man interrupted me. "A House Elf? You want a House Elf to oversee the Vow?"

"Not just any House Elf. This one almost died to save Harry Potter."

Dobby exploded. "Master Harry is so nice to Dobby! Master Harry freed Dobby from Dobby's evil old Master!"

"Dobby, please be quiet for a couple minutes, okay?"

"Dobby is sorry, Master Draco."

"It's alright." I turned back to the man. "I want Dobby to oversee the Vows. He won't tell anyone anything."

"Fine."

"Thank you." I turned back to Dobby. "Dobby, can you perform an Unbreakable Vow between Mr.," I looked up.

"My name is Seamus Finnegan."