Disclaimer: Oops forgot this before - don't own anything except the plot & the kiddies.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Ana, who helped right it, Zani who helps me too (reads drafts and tells me what to change), and the look on Adam's face (Ana's boyfriend) when Ana and I were having a overexcited writing moment last week during lunch in the common room.

Harry walked into his kitchen to see Malfoy lean across to kiss Ginny on the cheek, smirking slightly. "Get away from her!" Harry yelled and instantaneously he had drawn his wand and was aiming at Draco's throat as he pulled Ginny away.

"Still got the old reflexes then Potter?" Draco sneered and Ginny flinched at the look of hate on her husband's face.

Harry ignored him and instead spoke to Ginny. "Gin, love, go into the other room and don't come back in until I say you can." Ginny shook her head at them and walked out, closing the kitchen door behind her.

"Did you want something Potter?" Draco drawled idly and pulled his wand out, twirling it delicately in his finger tips.

"What are you playing at?"

"Clearly not Quidditch." Draco smirked.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"I was under the impression that you had asked me a question."

"What are you doing here? In my kitchen?"

"I was talking to Ginny. Now I'm being threatened by you."

"Why were you talking to Ginny?"

Draco sighed and leaned back against the counter. "She invited me over. Being the inquisitive woman she is, she wanted to hear my side of the story. Like you, she doesn't trust me, but unlike you, she's a bit more sensible about it."

Harry shrugged off the insult and instead began to glare at Draco even more intensely. "I got my revenge Malfoy. Every single one. Almost. One person slipped out of my clutches."

Draco's eyes began to glint dangerously and he stood up straight again. "Come on then, Potter. I'm here. Have you got it in you?"

"You know I have. I killed Voldemort didn't I?"

Draco nodded and began to roll up his sleeve. "You know what people say? They hate nothing more than a Death Eater who walked free. Well, here I am, son of Voldemort's right hand man. Mark on my arm." He thrust his left forearm forward. "And I'm free but you can't kill me, wouldn't kill me because I'm the one person your best friend loves, and has stuck by for twelve years."

Harry stood in silence as Draco's words hung ominously in the air; Draco smirked again knowing that he had the upper hand.

"So, what did you and Ginny talk about?" Harry asked, trying to calm himself down.

"It was a very interesting conversation actually." Draco paused for affect. "It would seem that you're just not satisfying her."

At that suggestive statement Harry finally lost it and pinned Draco to the floor, one foot holding Draco's wrist just below the Dark Mark. "Do it." Draco hissed. "Kill me." Harry shook with anger, barely able to control his rage.

"Get out! Get out of my fucking house you fucking evil bastard!" Draco pulled himself to his feet and looked Harry straight in the eye.

"You haven't won. You never will." Harry slammed the door behind Draco and stormed over to a cupboard, pulling out a large bottle of firewhisky. Hands shaking with anger he struggled to pour himself a glass before giving into his anger and throwing the glass at the wall. The paint glittered as the shattered glass and whisky ran slowly down the wall. "He's right. I'm fighting a loosing battle. I have been all my life."

Harry looked up, his eyes full of hate still, as Ginny quietly opened the kitchen door. "Oh Harry love…" She ran over and hugged him.

"I thought I told you not to come back in." Harry muttered into her hair as she rested her head on his chest.

"Don't treat me like a child, please. I heard Malfoy leave."

"Sorry." Harry muttered. "God Ginny, even after all this time he can still get to me so badly. I just can't understand why Hermione's with him, he hasn't changed at all."

"Harry. Talking to him helped me understand some things; he loves 'Mione." Harry stiffened. "I know you can't understand that, but he does. Didn't you see how protective of her he was that night at the Leaky Cauldron? Maybe in some ways he hasn't change – like the way he stills taunts you, but the way he feels about Hermione and the Dark Arts has changed Harry, I promise you."

"If he acts like this how can I learn to trust him?"

"Maybe I need to talk to Hermione, or maybe Harry, you could. I bet you haven't seen her since that night, have you?" Harry shook his head. "Well maybe you should. Because otherwise she will struggle to understand your point of view and accept your friendship again."