After leaving Harry, I headed to my room. I needed a shower and a change before heading home to confront my mother.

I found Blaise in bed with his redheaded girlfriend, Blaise reading, Weaslette curled up beside him.

"Blaise, Weaslette." I nodded at them headed to the loo.

"Draco."

"Right, Ginny."

Blaise nodded his approval at me, even as I rolled my eyes.

"Did you do it?" Blaise asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Blaise pushed off the bed and followed me into the loo, "AND?"

I closed the door behind him and smiled so wide I thought my face would split in half.

"Yes! He said YEs!" I screamed.

I immediately regained my cool, clearing my throat.

Blaise pulled me into a hug, clapping me on the back, "Well done, mate!"

I smiled again, "I'm gonna be heading over to see my mum in a bit." I bounced quietly on my heels nervously.

He bit his lip, looking at me with concern.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I've already accepted that she will either accept it or she won't. There aren't any other choices."

"I'm happy for you, Draco. Do you want me to come with you? You know Narcissa loves me." He beamed at me.

"Nah, thanks. I don't think even the nauseating affect your charm has on my mother will be able to hinder what she does or doesn't think."

"Okay, well, I'll let you shower, then, you reek."

"Oh, one more thing. Harry knows about you and the ginger."

Blaise glared at me, "I didn't tell him. He asked me if it was true. And, by the way, he almost hexed me because I didn't tell him I knew, so. You're welcome."

He rolled his eyes at me and left.

I flooed home from the Headmistresses office and landed in the drawing room of the manor. The white marble floor glistened, a small house elf awaited my arrival, offering up a silver try with a goblet.

"Welcome home master Malfoy." The elf squeaked, "Mistress Malfoy is waiting for you in the second floor of the Library, sir."

"Thank you, uhh, sorry, what's your name?"

The elf looked at me with wide eyes, then immediately looked away, "Pan, Sir."

"Right, thank you, Pan. I will pass on the refreshments."

"Of course, sir." Pan snapped his fingers and the platter disappeared, "do you need anything else, Master Malfoy?"

"Not at the moment. Though with any luck, my mother and I will be celebrating soon." with that I walked straight to the library.

I found my mother easily, she sat at a table with a splay of books around her, quite unusuall for her.

"Mum." I I said, walking up to her.

"Draco! Darling!" I swooped her into a hug and she screeched as I spun her 'round once.

"Merlin, what's gotten into you." she laughed.

I took a deep breath, "mother. I'm engaged."

Her face paled, her smile dropped,"you can't be." she whispered, "not yet."

"Mum, I need you to listen. I've been dating. A boy."

"Yes, Potter."

I shook my head, startled, "you knew?"

She was pacing now.

"Of course I knew! I received an arm full of letters the day you decided to become public with your relationship."

"You've written me a handful of times since then, why didn't you say anything" mt eyes moved with her.

"Draco, you cannot be engaged yet. It's too early. Too soon."

I rolled my eyes, "mum, it's what we want, isnt that what matters? Please, be there for me. Support me and tell me it's okay. I need you to be with me on this. You'll love Harry, really."

She slammed her palms on the table looking at me with furious eyes.

I watched her take a deep breath and count to ten in french. When she opened her eyes again, they were her softer blue hue, the storm I saw a moment ago had passed.

"My baby boy, grown up, in love, and ready for marriage." She stepped to me and took my face in her hands, "of course I support you. It's just. I'm not ready. You can't make your engagement public just yet, my sweetheart."

Thrilled to hear her acceptance of my engagement, my mind took a moment to catch up, "wait, why?"

"Draco, my sweet, have you ever seen me pour over a stack of books like this?"

I shook my head.

"Your father, unbeknownst to me, I promise, wrote it in his will that you will not come into ANY inheritance should you marry into an arrangement where you could not produce a pure-blood heir."

I stared at her, furious and hurt.

"Why - why would he do that?" I asked quietly, suddenly seeing my happiness crash into hell.

"Why else? To strong arm you into marrying a pure-blood woman. He knew that you fancied men, dear. He wanted an heir to the Malfoy name."

I was so furious with my father.

"Fine. I don't want it."

"Draoc, no. I am figuring this out. I'm going to have it changed. Lucius is in Azkaban for life. He should have no say over what happens to the estate, businesses, any of it. I have some wizards at the ministry sorting it out."

I felt tears brimming in my eyes. My father. How clever he thought he was. I suppose that happens when you don't know real love. I didn't need money if I had Harry, and that was that.

"I don't want it, I'll take Harry's name, just to spite the puritan bastard."

Mum looked sympathetic, "I understand you're upset, but I'm having it worked out, just don't go telling the papers just yet. Come with me, I have something that will cheer you up."

I followed her up to the 3rd floor where her suite resided. She moved to her chest of drawers and pulled out a small, red velvet box.

"I've been saving this for you since the day you were born. I've always wanted it to be the wedding ring you used. Take a look."

I opened the velvet box and gasped, inside sat an oval emerald gem nestled between delicate filigree on either side, holding tiny diamonds among the detailed swirls.

"Mum, this is beautiful. It's perfect." I closed the box and wrapped her in my arms, "Thank you. This means so much to me."

"Draco, I love you more than life. I am always going to be on your side. I - I'm sorry I wasn't a good mother when you were small."

"Hush. you did your best, and I always knew you loved me." I spoke softly into her hair.

I pulled away from her hearing Pan approach.

"Lunch is ready, Master and Mistress Malfoy." he squeaked.

"Pan, open a bottle of the best wine, my son is engaged to be married."

"Very well, madam."

Mother grilled me about every detail of my relationship, she asked every question she could think of about Harry. She was excited to meet him properly.

We sat and talked for hours, I've never talked with my mum so casually before. My father being locked away really brought her life back into her. I can't remember ever seeing her like this, I couldn't stop smiling at her smile.

I was preparing to leave when an owl pecked at the window near the fireplace. My mother untied the letter and read it quickly.

"Ah! Draco, thank Merlin! Simmons spoke with your father and he agreed to change his Will. It is no longer a requirement that you marry a pureblood woman!" She shrieked, jumping up and down.

I was in utter surprise, but happy nonetheless.

"Draco, this is amazing. I knew they were going to speak with him, but I never thought, not in this lifetime, that he'd agree to release the restrictions on the Will!" she was crying and laughing, doubled over. "This is such a relief."

I pulled her into another hug, "Thank you so much, mum. I love you."

She backed away from me this time, "Go, tell Harry. But I expect you to bring him by soon for a proper introduction, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am." I stepped into the fireplace, thinking this had gone in a completely different way than I'd anticipated. She was still smiling as green flames engulfed me.

When I returned back to Hogwarts, I couldn't wait to see Harry.

"I take it, by the look on your face that your visit went well?" Mcgonalgall said to me.

"Yes. Better than expected."

"I'm happy to hear it." she nodded at me.

I nearly sprinted to Gryffindor Tower and paused. Should I try to enter? They might have changed the password since then, but even so, "Fara Frica" I said to the portrait. The Fat Lady scowled at me, but opened the entrance.

I hesitantly stepped in, taking the few steps into the common room slowly. If a Gryffindor had made their way into the Slytherin commons, no one would hesitate to hex them.

"Draco?" I turned my head, beaming as I saw Harry stand up from the chair by the fire. Gryffindor commons was always much warmer and cozier than the commons under the lake.

"Hi. I just tried the password you used last night, I didn't think it'd work."

Harry grabbed me with a hand around my waist, bringing his lips to mine for a much-too-brief hello kiss, "come sit with us."

I swayed for a moment, I'd been hoping to get him alone for a few moments, the ring box burning in my pocket. It'd have to wait as Harry was already pulling me onto his lap in the chair. I draped my legs across the arm on one side and leaned my back against the other. Hermione and Ron waved to me, quite smiles on their faces.

"Ah, Harry told you." I concluded.

"YEs!" Hermione squealed.

"Blimey, 'Mione." Ron whined.

"It's just so sweet and exciting!" she said, her cheeks turning a shade of pink over her light freckles.

"Well, good. Then I can do this." I stood up and pulled the box from my pocket.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, his tone serious.

I got down on one knee in front of him,

"Oh, Merlin." Hermione gasped.

"Draco?" Harry asked again, straightening up in his chair.

I took his hand in mine and looked into his eyes. I ignored the people who were beginning to look, less discreet than before.

"Harry. I have loved you for a very long time. These past two months together have been incredible, dreams come true, honestly. I hope that you accept this ring," I pulled the red box from my pocket, "and let me be with you and spend my life with you. Let me care for you and love you as you deserve." I opened the box and held it for him to see, "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"

There were so many people watching, possibly the entire Gryffindor house.

Harry took the box from my hand, "Draco, where did you get this ring?" he breathed.

I smiled widely at him, "From my mother."

His green eyes shot up to meet mine, "Really?" I nodded. "It's beautiful." he whispered.

"Sooo?"

"What?" he said, looking back at me.

I looked at him, then at the ring, and back to him.

"Oh!" He laughed, "Yes, Merlin, yes! Sorry! I'm sorry!" he continued to laugh.

I took the ring from the box and slid it onto his finger, magically a perfect fit. "Oh my god. Draco." he said again, looking at the ring on his finger.

He cupped my face in his hands, "I would say yes to you a thousand times." He kissed me then, to a raucous applause from the onlookers. He smiled into my lips, "it's always like this, you know."

"Yeah, I always knew you were one of those celebrity prats." He laughed and pushed me away gently.

He moved to show Hermione his ring, she grabbed his hand to inspect it, I took a seat in the chair, watching my fiance show his new ring to all the people around. I felt a few claps on my back with encouraging words, "well done." "So sweet." "it's lovely, mate."

Two months ago these people wouldn't have even smiled at me. Everyone dispersed, the moment over. Harry was now sitting on my lap in the chair, Hermione beaming at us from the couch.

"Now we just have to tell the rest of the Weasleys." Harry laughed.

I paled, forgetting that I'd agreed to Sunday night dinner, also realizing I'd probably be going to the Weasley's for Sunday night dinner for the rest of my life.

'It'll be fine. I'll be fine' I told myself.

Harry dragged me off to bed after dinner, where he spent the majority of the time showing his ring to anyone who'd look, including all the teachers at the head table. I stood by him, red in the face as teachers and peers congratulated us.

But in his bedroom, behind his locked and silenced hangings, Harry littered me with kisses and bites, licking me in places, each time he removed a piece of clothing.

"I love you." he murmured against my pale scarred skin, as though saying it last night for the first time had unlocked the floodgates.

"I love you" I responded each time.

Our 'I love yous' turned into gasps and moans and sighs of pleasure as we ravaged each other's bodies. Harry took me in again, and I happily let him enter me. We were at it for hours before we were crumpled in a tired, happy, sticky, heap.