"You admitted you loved me. In your own way, given you really didn't like saying it out loud."

"Mother always said that she loved me, when she was able. Father, however-" Draco shook his head. "-he would only admit to being proud of me, never loving me. Given the curse over our family, I think he thought I would kill Mother due to it and didn't know how to be a father completely, even when the opportunity was presented to him on a silver platter."

"Lucius might have been the way he was, but he tried to love you." Harry admitted, watching as Draco's eyes seemed suspiciously shiner than before. "He may not have loved you the right way, or treated you or Narcissa like he should have, but he did try."

Draco just nodded. "I'm guessing that's why he gave up our home to the Death Eaters for a base, given they tried to break into Hogwarts without much success. He was trying to protect me, or so he kept saying. I wonder if the current version of me is hearing the same lies."

"He most likely is, given there's a war he's now a part of happening right now as we speak."

"I don't usually ask this, but you have my permission to punch me when you find me for being as stupid as I've ever been and more."

"Thanks." Harry grinned and Draco couldn't help but grin back, knowing that he was finally getting the boy he loved back, even if his real self didn't know that yet. He wondered if the other Malfoy had his version of Harry, this version currently blooming to life in front of him after so long, in his head right now, speaking with him. Asking me to think for once.

"The last time I saw you was at Bill and Fleur's wedding. You owled me just after you arrived at the Weasley shack with a wedding invitation and the hair of some ginger-haired Muggle-born you found on the street as you somehow knew I would be able to find a Polyjuice Potion already made and ready in time to attend as your disguised date."

"You looked like absolute shit that day, I didn't know who you were for a second."

"Excuse me, you made me look like shit so I wouldn't be cursed to hell, you tosser."

The knock at the door was unexpected, but not unwarranted as many of Ron's cousins and relatives were coming from around the European continents for Bill's wedding, just as much as Fleur's much smaller congregation were coming from France. Ron answered it and was voicing confusion as to who it was, but Harry after a moment of awkwardness, saw right through it.

The ginger-haired boy in front of him that was attempting to speak to Ron as best he could was handsome as could be, with golden brown eyes and wearing a green pinstripe suit with black undershirt and shoes, a blue Fanged Geranium in his front pocket and golden rings adorning two of his fingers** that glinted in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from Mrs. Weasley's newly cleaned windows as his frightened eyes caught him and relaxed slightly. "Ah, there you are Harry, my love. I was wondering if you'd forgotten me."

The boy smirked and Harry couldn't help the grin that spread over his face at the realization, but dimmed it down slightly as Hermoine, Ginny (who had just appeared in the room) and Ron all looked at him in confusion. Chuckling he stepped forward. "I wondered if my owl reached you at all, if I'm honest. Thank you for coming." He took the boy's- Malfoy's, he realized now- hand and held it tightly. "I was thinking I would be without a dance partner."

"Harry, who in the actual hell did you invite-" Ron started, but Malfoy, ever the apt person at making up scenarios on the spot, smiled charmingly at Ron. "Draaien Goyle, Durmstrang Institute. Me and Mr. Potter met during the Triwizard Tournament in 4th year after I came to both represent the school and visit my cousin, Gregory, who attends Hogwarts. We've been in correspondence since then and I hope you don't mind, but Mr. Potter knows I love a good drink and extended an invite. Goodness knows in these trying times, we need a little fun."

Catching Hermoine's eye (who clearly had figured out judging by her surprised eyes and mouth almost agape) as well as Ginny's (well, as much as he saw of her before she ran out of the room, seemingly upset), Harry just shook his head. "I didn't think you or your parents would mind Ron, given thanks to Fleur's parents, there's enough champagne to kill a wild Cobra Lily and given that Dra-um, Mr. Goyle looks like one of your many cousins, I figured it would be alright, despite everything happening at the moment."

"You're very lucky you're my best friend Potter or I'd crucify you for this." Ron muttered after a moment and shook "Mr. Goyle's" hand. "Welcome Draaien. Sorry about everything. You best hope Mum doesn't figure out you invited someone, or you'll be hung off the tent by your suit jacket, mark my words, the woman's gone balmy thanks to this wedding."

Ron then finally left, leaving the three others alone in the room, Hermoine flying up to them like a panicked bird as soon as he disappeared. "Are you insane, Harry!? What were you thinking, bringing him here!?"

"Hermoine, it's fine. I've been stuck at home for so long, I was almost too eager to get that owl. Luckily, Father and Mother were in a meeting with all of those skiffs, so I was able to leave the Manor easily without detection." Draco's real voice came out of the stranger's mouth and not the accent he'd picked up from being around Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of the Academy that was old friends with his father and others he knew and communicated with during his life. "I'll be in and out before this wears off, it's good for a couple of hours. We have to be careful though."

He lowered his voice. "I wasn't able to be present in the last couple of meetings, but I've heard whispers through the doors of Father's study and the hall. There's a war brewing of course, a bad one, but they are planning more attacks on a scale worse than we already were suspecting. I can only hope that we can contain it before it gets worse."

"We will." Hermoine nodded definitely. "We have a plan in place for if something happens."

"I know, I'm well aware. Harry's got looser lips than Pansy Parkinson and that's saying a lot."

"Hey, I'm right here." Harry grumbled, but found it in him not to be mad as Draco took his hand again, smirking as he changed back into the accent he'd started with. "Come on Potter, lead the way to the tent so we can find our seats and hope that you don't spontaneously combust in the meantime. You promised me champagne, not depression."

"You were acting like a mole. Like Snape was." Harry realized, biting his lip. "You were listening to them within their meetings thanks to your father's position and relaying the information back to me so I could inform the Order."

"Sadly I was unable to tell you about the raid on your Muggle relatives house until it was too late and they'd already left to try and kill you. You forgave me, however. You have too big of a heart, Potter, one of the many reasons I found myself falling for dumb old you."

"But if you were acting like a mole for us-" Harry swallowed. "Why would I ask Hermione to erase your memory? Why would I even dare do that when you had information that could help us in finding the Horcruxes and I could protect you?"

"It was just that. You wanted to protect me. You didn't care what I thought about it all, just that you wanted to protect me from getting hurt. The spells were performed that night, under the direction of Hermoine herself. We didn't want to do it, but you convinced me that it was best."

"That night? The wedding night? We did it there?"

"Not exactly. Everything kind of went wrong after the Death Eaters attacked the wedding."

One minute, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy or well, "Draaien Goyle" were dancing as red-headed Weasley's and blonde-headed Delacour's whirled around them in their various pairs, red-cheeked from all the alcohol they had consumed and not even caring about what was happening beyond the borders of the tent. The next minute, that Patronus turned up announcing that the Ministry had fallen and then they were running down a long line of cut grass between fields, explosions booming around them from Death Eater's wand casts with Ron and Hermoine flanking their sides as the resident girl of the group Disapparated them to London.

Of course, this is when Draco's Polyjuice potion decided to wear off to both Harry and Hermoine's horror.

One minute, the red-headed disguise was panting as they sat in the empty diner Hermione had led them to, then he was bubbling, the next it fell away to reveal a terrified Draco whom Ron, after a moment of shock, set on like the centaurs did to Umbridge last year deftly. "What in the hell are you doing here, Malfoy!?"

"Ron, Ron let him go! Get-off-of-him!" Both Harry and Hermoine pulled him back, Hermoine keeping hold of him as he thrashed before Harry assisted him in getting up. "Are you alright, Dre? Sorry about him. Guess that potion was stretched a little thin."

Draco was holding his cheek, but nodded, putting his head down to show a bruise. "I'll live. Weasley's got a right hook as good as his girlfriend's, clearly, they're made for eachother."

"It's not the time for teasing right now, Draco, please." Hermoine pleaded and Ron stopped to look in between the three. "What, you knew about this!? This-this weasel being here?"

"Draco's been dating Harry for years, Ronald." Hermoine simply said, glaring at him. "I've known for years now, you somehow haven't managed to grasp that concept yet despite me telling you multiple times."

"Please- Harry, please tell me she's joking." Ron quickly turned to Harry, who made no comment much to Ron's panic. "Harry, what the fuck!?"

"He's not as bad as you think he is Ron, he's different from his family."

"His whole family are Death Eaters or practice Dark bloody Magic!"

Harry went to say something, but Draco caught his chest with a hand and stopped him in place as he stepped forward, most likely to get in Ron's face. "He's right Harry, he's entitled to his opinion, though I will say this Weasley-" He turned to Ron with calculating but emotional eyes as he spoke softly. " I have never, or ever will, have any intentions to harm Potter. No matter your thoughts on the matter or against my family, some of whom I also find as wretched and depraved as you do, I hope to make that clear to you as my relationship with him continues."

Ron wanted to say something, clearly, and it was hopefully going to be less heated than how the conversation started, but it was whisked away by the more high importance of not being killed, as they hadn't been aware that they'd been followed from the Burrow until two men, looking like workmen from some nearby building construction or janitorial job walked in to seemingly order something to eat and then started firing spells at them all.

"Draco, what a surprise!" One of them grinned evilly as Draco looked terrified as his dark eyes stared him down. "Won't Daddy be so surprised to find out his son is siding with the Boy Who Lived? The Dark Lord will have so much joy using the Cruciatus Curse on you in front of him so you will admit before you are killed!" The taut made Harry see red and he fired off several defence spells because of it, knocking the two senseless with the aide of the other three until the diner was practically destroyed and it just left them standing alone in the rubble.

Harry quickly made Hermoine and Draco drop the blinds while Ron used the Delumonator to get the lights and turn the whole place dark as they walked behind the counter to survey the damage that they had caused in defending themselves. The knocked-out man caught Harry's attention first. "This one's Thorfinn Rowle, I'm sure of it."

"He is, yes." Draco admitted beside him, nodding curtly, despite looking like he may faint thanks to the other's threat earlier and fingers dangerously close to Harry's own. "He was on the astronomy tower with us the night Snape went and killed Dumbledore."

"This is Antonin Dolohov." Ron grunted from in front of them, where he hovered over the other man that both had threatened Draco and been put in a full-body bind by Hermoine earlier. "I recognise him from the wanted posters." He looked down at him in disgust, a far looser emotion than the one he'd shown Draco earlier. "So what are we going to do with you, eh?" He murmured, sneering practically as he watched the man's frozen eyes staring back at him. "Kill us if it was turned around, wouldn't ya?"

"Weasley, if we kill them, despite the immense wanting of both you and me to do so, they'll know we were here and that's no good of any of us." Draco finally spoke, a first of him considering him and Ronald had been at each other's throats for most of their existence.

"Ron-" Hermoine started, but it mattered nothing as Ron turned around on them angrily. "Suppose they did Mad-Eye or George. How'd you feel then!?" Ron spat before turning his gaze back onto Dolohov before Harry spoke. "It's better we wipe their memories."

"For once, I agree with you." Draco squeezed his hand before he turned to his side. "Granger, you are the cleverest out of us with spells. You do it."

**Just picture KJ Apa (hence the reason why I tagged him, haha) as the disguise for this scene here.
Honestly, from the right angle, he could be a Weasley. It was an apt choice for a potion.