A/N

Soo… still trying to get rid of my writer's block by writing lots and lots of fanfics. Kind of working – at least I'm writing something! I know it kind of sucks, and it feels awkward to read (at least I think so – maybe I've just read it too many times), but I'm half-proud of the plot.

Anyway! Chaptered fic, I have written a few chapters already and I have the ending written down, so it won't be another "I will probably never finish this" fic. I will update regularly, so I'm hoping someone'll like it.

The characters are slightly OOC, some more than others, but it is deliberate. No worries.

Warnings: For the first chapters there really are no warnings, but it's rated M for later chapters. There'll be some boy-on-boy love, so if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you stop reading right now.

Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, a goddess among men.

The title of the fic, Everything Turns to You, is a song by the band Loney, Dear. The title of the chapter, Welcome Home Son, is a song by the band Radical Face. Great songs.

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"This is the owner of Club Phoenix. Your friend is passed out in the toilets. You need to come pick him up."

Draco groaned. This happened way too often. But he would always go pick him up – after all, if it hadn't been for him, Draco would still have been a friendless outcast who was still held responsible for the crimes he committed during the war. He was, in the wizarding world. Thanks to Noel, he had managed to build a life in the muggle world. It was the last place Draco would have expected to find himself, but now that he was there he realised he was happier than he had ever been.

Of course, there's always a price to pay. He just thought himself lucky that the only price he had to pay was to pick up drunk Noel every once in a while.

He picked up his keys and put on his jacket, closing the front door behind him before he walked down the stairs. He lived in an apartment in a small town called Ashford – probably the least magical place on the face of the earth. But it was close enough to Canterbury and London, Canterbury being one of the most magical places in England. He lived mostly like a muggle – he still had his wand, and he was allowed to do magic, but he lived in a muggle town, drove a muggle car, and had a muggle job.

After five years of living in the muggle world, Draco still hadn't gotten used to everything. He still made a fool of himself by not knowing things like who Abraham Lincoln was. He hadn't been magical, so it wasn't something Draco had been taught.

The reason Draco was always the one being texted was because he was listed as "ICE designated driver". Apparently muggles used the abbreviation ICE in front of names to contact in case of emergency.

Club Phoenix was a very popular club downtown. Noel had passed out there several times, but this was the first time Draco had been texted by the owner. He probably owed him a huge apology for all the overtime he must've paid his employees while they were watching after Noel. He sighed as he parked in front of the club, which was deserted. He climbed out of the car, and walked towards the front door, which was now closed. He knocked twice, putting his ear against the door.

"Hello?" he shouted, before taking a step back. Nothing. He waited a few more seconds, before stepping up to knock again. Just as he put his ear to the door to listen for footsteps, someone pushed the door open forcefully, smacking Draco straight in the face. "OW! FUCK!" he shouted, bending over to hold his bleeding nose. He stumbled back, but the person who opened the door caught his elbow before he could fall over.

"Careful!" the man said, still holding his elbow. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you'd be standing so close to the door," he apologized, and Draco shook his head while still bending over to clutch his nose.

"Don't worry 'bout it, it's not your fault," he said, his voice tight. It hurt like fuck, but he wasn't worried about it being broken or anything – he'd fix it with a flick of his wand. He straightened up to look at who he assumed was the club owner, holding his nose to stop the bleeding. He stared straight into a pair of green eyes underneath a mop of dark hair and a lightning bolt scar. At the moment Draco couldn't see it, but he knew it was there.

"Potter," he said, surprised. He couldn't even muster a sneer, he was so surprised. Potter looked just as surprised at he was. He took a step back, letting go of Draco's elbow.

"Malfoy," he replied, and Draco could see him reaching for his wand. Draco managed a short snicker, shaking his head. His hands were still on his nose.

"Don't worry Potter; I'm just here to pick up my friend. You don't have to get your wand." Potter slowly took his hand away, wandless. He took a step back, holding out an arm towards the open door.

"Feel free to step inside," he said, suspicious. Draco nodded as best he could while holding his nose, and stepped past Potter. Draco was tired of being hateful. He was tired of running away, he was tired of fighting. He just couldn't be bothered anymore – he had built a life for himself where he didn't need to worry about having to fight. He knew he could trust Potter to not attack him, but he knew Potter couldn't trust him not to.

Noel was propped up against the bar, a glass of water next to him. He was snoring loudly. Draco sighed, and bent down to wake him up.

"Noel, mate, it's time to go home," he said, tiredly. The only reason he was still up when he got the text was because he had to put in a few hours extra work, meaning he had just gotten home when he got the text. He was exhausted, and he just wanted to get home and sleep.

Noel's head snapped up, and his eyes opened slowly. When he saw who it was waking him, he grinned at him. His head bobbed down, but snapped up again. His eyes were out of focus, but Draco knew him well enough to know he was just stupidly drunk and tired – there was nothing to worry about.

"Draco, my bud!" Noel slurred, before he started fumbling around for the glass. He took a sip, and then spit it out again. "This is water! I asked for vodka!" Draco grabbed the glass before he could toss it, and put it to his lips.

"This is vodka, you're just too drunk to taste it. C'mon mate, if you don't drink up you won't be able to continue with us! We're just about to leave, but you gotta drink up first!" Draco said, doing his best to sound excited. Noel nodded, and drank the rest of the water. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, before trying to get up. Draco supported him, and after a couple of seconds of fumbling around Noel managed to stand up, leaning heavily on Draco. He was grinning again.

"Onwards!" he roared, and Draco pulled him towards the door. He shot Potter an apologetic look – he was too tired to pretend to even care anymore.

"Sorry 'bout that. Thanks for taking care of him," he said, before pulling Noel out of the door. He heard Potter following him, before he appeared on the other side of Noel. He put Noel's arm around his shoulders, and helped Draco pull him towards the car. They managed to get him into the backseat, securing the seatbelt before closing the door. Potter shot the door a worried look.

"Won't he just open it and get out?" he asked, and Draco laughed humourlessly.

"I've done this numerous times. That door can't be opened from the inside." Potter nodded.

"Child safety lock." Draco nodded. For a moment he forgot Potter was raised by muggles. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. It reached down to his jaw, slightly longer than "normal" length, and though he did keep it rather tidy and strict usually it was a complete mess now.

Draco finally took some time to notice Potter, really notice him. He had filled in a fair bit since their school days, having built some muscle on that lanky body. His hair was just as big a mess as it had always been, but with the slightly tanned skin and the muscles it looked deliberate. He had gotten rid of the glasses, and his green eyes really stood out. He was taller than Draco now, and his style in clothes had improved drastically.

"How come you're hanging out with a muggle?" Potter asked bluntly. He obviously held quite a bit of resentment to Draco still, but he seemed more curious than angry. Draco cleared his throat, and tried not to look too pathetic.

"He's helped me. A lot. It's not like there's a whole lot of people in the wizard community who wants anything to do with me – obviously," Draco said, trying to smile a little. Potter nodded, and Draco was relieved he didn't see any pity in those green eyes.

"Well, you look good… I guess," Potter said, shifting his feet. It was obvious that he felt every bit as awkward as Draco did. Draco's smile was starting to hurt, so he cleared his throat again and took one step backwards.

"I should probably get him home," he said, trying to find a way out of the awkward situation. Potter straightened, and blushed slightly.

"Oh yeah, sure." Draco nodded, and turned to walk towards the car. He opened the front door, climbing into the driver's seat. Before he could close the door, Potter walked up to him, bending down to look him in the eyes.

"Uh, you don't have to say yes, but there's something I'd like you to have. I don't have it here, but maybe if you could stop by tomorrow sometime between 1 pm and 6 pm I could give it to you?" Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. He was still very suspicious to people who had supported the Light during the war – most of them still held him accountable for letting the Death Eaters in. And with good reason too. But Potter looked sincere – there was no way he could've planned anything anyway. After all, he didn't know it would be Draco who'd be picking up Noel.

"Yeah, okay. I'll stop by," Draco said, and Potter nodded. He straightened up, and closed the door for Draco. Then he walked back into the club. Draco just sat still for a moment, staring at the steering wheel. It felt really weird to meet someone from the wizard world, and especially when that someone was Potter. He hadn't thought he'd ever meet him again.

Draco sighed, turned the key in the ignition, and drove away. It wasn't until after he had dropped Noel off at his house he remembered he still had a bloody nose.

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"Hello?" Draco called out, knocking on the same door that had mangled his nose the day before. This time he didn't put his ear to it to listen for footsteps. A moment later Potter opened the door, slowly. He popped his head out, and smiled slightly at Draco.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be standing right outside again," he explained, and Draco forced a smile in return. It wasn't that he still disliked Potter – it was just weird to go from constantly fighting with someone and then just casually having a chat.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, and Potter shook his head. He opened the door further for Draco to step inside – he obviously still didn't trust Draco enough to show him his back. Draco understood perfectly, but it still hurt slightly. He stepped past Potter and into the club. It was a weird feeling, being in a club in the middle of the day. The club was clean and proper, very unlike a lot of other clubs and bars. Draco guessed it was because Potter had the advantage of magic.

"Nice place. Did you name it?" he asked without looking at Potter. It was more comfortable to just… not look at each other. He heard Potter walking up to him and stopping somewhere to his right.

"Yeah. Place was a right mess when I bought it, but I think it turned out pretty well," he said, pride in his voice. Draco nodded slowly, agreeing.

"The name makes a lot of sense now," he said, and Potter laughed slightly.

"I thought it would be a good name." They stood in awkward silence for a while, neither of them having anything to talk about with the other person. They shuffled a little, before Potter cleared his throat.

"I'll just go get your… thing," he said, and Draco nodded hurriedly.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just wait here," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. Potter smiled quickly, before walking through a door that obviously led to some sort of staff room. Draco looked around the room a little more. The floors and walls were a comfortable cream colour, and there were lights everywhere. Draco knew from experience that the lights had different colours, and would make the room fit every mood. The chairs and tables were sleek and modern, as was the two large bars. There was a platform that worked as a stage, either for dancing or for some local band. All in all, a very nice, tidy place.

"Here," Potter suddenly said, making Draco jump. He spun around, looking at what Potter held. He felt his mouth drop open, but he couldn't find it in him to close it.

In his hand, Potter held his wand. His precious wand. The wand he had not seen since Potter had been at the manor, disarming him. The only wand he had ever had that truly understood him. He looked up at Potter, wide-eyed. Potter just smiled a little awkwardly. Draco didn't reach for his wand – he noticed that Potter wasn't offering it to him.

"It's my wand," he whispered, unsure what Potter wanted to do with it. Potter nodded, but just looked more uncomfortable. Then he sighed.

"I honestly don't know if it will still act as your wand, after I disarmed you. And if you disarm me, both this and my wand will be your wands. I couldn't find anything about how wands acted when given back to their original owners, and neither could Hermione, so I'm guessing documentation on the subject doesn't exist." Potter reached out his hand, offering the wand back to Draco. Draco slowly took it from his hand, holding his breath.

The moment his fingers closed around the wooden handle, a warm feeling spread through his entire body. The wand seemed to almost burn in his hand, but Draco held on. The warmth washed through him, draining away any doubt he had about it not being his wand anymore. Potter might've won it when he disarmed him, but Potter had never accepted it at his wand. It recognised its true owner. Draco looked up at Potter, a grin slowly spreading on his face.

"It remembers me," he whispered, and Potter looked relieved. He took his own wand from his pocket, obviously not comfortable with Draco being reunited with a wand that had done a lot of evil. But just like Draco, the wand had never wanted to hurt anyone; it had merely been a tool. Draco looked down at his new wand, and put it away. He didn't need that wand anymore – they had never gotten along.

"I can't believe you held on to it for all these years," Draco said, unable to keep his voice from shaking slightly. Potter smiled awkwardly.

"Well, I didn't know if I'd ever meet you again, but I figured it was worth holding on to. Look, Malfoy, I know things went to shits in the war, but it's not too late. Everyone lost family members – a whole bunch of them would've acted the same way you did if they were presented with the choice you had. I can't imagine it being easy for you either," Potter finished quietly. Draco kept his eyes on the floor, his jaw working intently. He wasn't sure if that was exactly what he wanted and needed to hear, or if it just made it worse. A lot of people had been offered the same thing Draco had been offered – and they had turned it down.

"It's really nice of you and all, Potter, but we both know that isn't true. Look, I know what I did was awful, and I don't expect people to forgive me or even understand. I'm not sure I understand it myself. But I'm moving on – I have a life now. It might not be what I wanted or expected, but it is something." He laughed humourlessly. "Who would've thought Draco Malfoy would end up living like a muggle?" Potter looked at him with something resembling pity in his eyes. Draco looked closer. No, not pity. Compassion. Two completely different things, Draco had learned in the later years.

"Malfoy…" he begun, then he sighed. He rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly uncomfortable. But then he got a determined look in his eyes, and he smiled. A genuine smile. "Do you want to come over to my place sometime? We could watch a movie or something – honestly one of the greatest muggle inventions, don't you think?" Draco nodded in agreement, before he suddenly realised what Potter had just asked him. His eyes widened, and he stared at Potter.

"Really?" he asked, incredulous. He really couldn't believe Potter would willingly invite him over to watch a movie with him. He couldn't believe Potter would do anything voluntarily with him. But Potter just smiled and nodded.

"If you don't mind being with a few of my friends. You can bring your drunk friend if you want to," Potter added, grinning. Draco groaned. He knew Noel would always be known as his drunk friend. But it sounded like a rather good idea – Draco always felt more comfortable when Noel was there. Noel might not know what he had done or who he really was, but Draco honestly didn't think he'd care even if he knew.

"Yeah, okay. Sure," he said, trying to smile without looking nervous. Potter looked both pleased and relieved, and then he started fumbling around in his pockets for something. He pulled out a car and handed it to Draco.

"Tonight at six sound good?" he asked, and Draco nodded. On the card were Potter's address and his muggle phone number.

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you then, I guess."

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A/N

Right! Not the longest chapter, I know, I know. But this was the most logical place to break off, and if I hadn't broken off here it would just go on forever. I'll update very soon, as the next chapter is done and dusted.

It is beta'd, but only for misspelled word and horrid grammar (I hope there wasn't too much of that either way…). So if a sentence feels clumsy and weird, it's just part of my writer's block. So obviously constructive criticism is very welcome!