Author's Note: The reporter in the very beginning moved to France, that really isn't relevant, she's in a completely different part of France (I kind of forgot I sent her there really), she was trying to get away from Britain and Harry and did not know that Harry was going to go to France to find Draco, I'm just saying, cause I had a couple people think that she was going to be some big thing in the story or something, I just needed someone to give Harry the rock and I thought that she was the most plausible person to do so.

Harry quickly went to the door and looked through the peep hole to see a slightly graying man who looked to be a bit on the obese side standing stiffly in the doorway. He stuck his wand up his sleeve, just in case, and then proceeded to open the door. The man frowned when he saw Harry and asked with a heavy accent, "David?"

Draco called out, "Phillip! I'm in here."

The man, Phillip, smiled and said, "es'cuse me"

Then Phillip slipped past Harry and headed over to the coach, clicking his tongue he said, "David, How many times must we meet like this?"

Draco smiled brightly at the man and said, "You know you enjoy our little rendezvous, getting to play the scolding papa and Elise gets to play mother, sending me food and sweets."

Phillip laughed, a full belly chuckle, and Harry had to wonder what they were talking about that was so funny. Phillip suddenly sobered and asked, "You're shirt?"

Draco winced at the prospect of trying to take the shirt off, then winced wider when he realize he was going to have to ruin a perfectly good shirt, before saying, "cutting it off would probably be best."

Phillip nodded, and he quickly set his giant obnoxious purple bag onto the coffee table, before opening it up and rummaging through it. Draco noticed Harry staring at the thing in confusion and explained, "It's a standard Doctor bag in France, but Michele thought it looked too boring and that some other doctor might mistake it for theirs and what not, so she painted it with some sort of die. I think Phillip actually likes it."

Phillip smiled as he brandished a pair of wickedly sharp scissors, which with two little clicks had most of Draco's shirt off. The only section left still together was the area over Draco's lower arm, which now that Harry was looking at it seemed to be going the wrong direction. Phillip shook his head and said, "No, we wait the pain."

Harry looked confused, and Draco muttered, "He's going to give me some pain killers before he actually tries to touch my arm."

Phillip opened a side pocket on the bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. He then walked over to the kitchen part of the room and pulled out a chipped coffee mug and filled it with water before walking over and pouring three of the little pills into Draco outstretched hand. Draco grimaced as he swallowed the pills down, Phillip handed him the mug and he chugged the whole thing of water before handing it back to Phillip with a smile and a quite "thanks."

Phillip patted his cheek in an affection way, and said, "Not yet, it must be set."

Draco nodded his head and before Harry realized what was happening, before he could think to look away, Phillip had pulled a splint from his bag and with a 'snip' he cut the last of the shirt away, and before Draco's little yelp could even come out there was a 'snap', and Draco had to bight his lip to keep from screaming, because setting the damn thing hurt a million times worse than actually breaking it had. Harry thought he might be sick, because he hadn't realized the doctor was going to do that, if he had he would have looked away, because he did not need to see that.

The doctor quickly cleaned the arm with a sanitary wipe before setting up a secant splint and covering them with a goopy bandage that after a minute hardened till it was almost the strength of a hospital cast. Draco had let his head fall back and was panting like he had run a marathon. Phillip, smiled and said, "All done, Elise will send food in the morning, rest tomorrow, no working!"

Draco smiled and said, "Good night Phillip, tell the girls I send my love."

Phillip laughed as he packed up the last of his stuff and began to walk out, he paused for a moment, handed Harry the bottle of pills and said, "Try and make him rest."

Then he was gone, the door clicked closed behind him. Harry stared at the door for a few minutes then looked down at the bottle of pills, he couldn't read a word of it since it was all in French but he got the idea that these were the store bought drugs and not the kind you got at a hospital. Harry turned to Draco, who was staring at his tattered shirt with a sort of sad expression. Harry sighed and asked, "Who is Elise and Michele?"

Draco grinned, and Harry felt his heart do a little summersault, because that was the first time Draco had ever smiled such a genuine smile in his direction even if it wasn't for him it was still amazing, and Draco's voice was soft as he said, "Elise is Phillip's wife and Michele is Gabriel's youngest daughter."

Harry frowned and asked, "Gabriel, is he Phillip's brother?"

Draco gave a little nod and said, "Gabriel's his youngest brother and they are way far apart in age, in fact Phillip's first daughter Nicole is only about a year or two younger than him."

Harry had never had such a pleasant conversation with Draco, and although he didn't know these people he decided that if they were close enough to Draco for him to have these kind of expressions just talking about them, then Harry wanted to know all about them. Who knows maybe he could keep Draco smiling like that, so he asked, "How many kids do they have?"

Draco seemed to think about it and said, "I've only ever met Phillip's two daughters, Nicole and Naomi they both still live in town and married well, but I'm pretty sure he's got at least one son who moved away. Gabriel has four daughters, Madelyn, Monica, Michele, and Marie, in that order, from oldest to youngest. Took till he had Marie to figure out he was actually gay."

Harry, who had taken up the rocking chair once more, asked, "Gabriel is gay?"

Draco smiled and said, "Yeah, that's kind of how we all met." Harry raised an eyebrow and Draco said, "When I first came here, Gabriel and his on again off again boyfriend, had just gotten to the off stage so Gabriel got piss drunk and tried to feel me up, and I punched him in the face for it, broke his nose and sobered him right up. After that we both felt bad so he invited me over to his house for dinner and I brought them a bottle of wine, and Elise apparently fell in love with it so she 'adopted' me" Draco put little air quotes around the word adopted.

Draco stopped talking and glanced at Harry, as though expecting him to try and make fun of his adopted family. Harry gave him a shy smile and said, "They sound nice."

Draco nodded and said, "They're good people, they're my family." Draco paused and said, "This is my home now, Potter" and Harry was surprised when for once his name wasn't laced with contempt or angry, it seemed in that moment that Draco was talking to someone who he didn't have only negative emotions towards, and his voice was soft when he added, "I don't know what you came here for, but this is my home now, and I'd rather not leave it, but they're muggles."

Harry frowned and felt a pang of anger, he had thought Draco had had a change of heart, and before he could really think about it Harry blurted out, "You're still spouting that pureblood crap? I thought you said they were your family?"

In a blink of an eye Draco's expression turned positively vicious as he snarled, "Fuck you Potter, They are my family, which is why they aren't safe if I'm here! Do you have any idea what some of my old school mates would do if they found out I was getting chummy with muggles? What my real father would do? And they have no way to protect themselves, and it's not like I can protect them. So if your planning to call the aurous or have a good laugh with your friends about how far I've fallen from the old traditions be a fucking Gryffindor about it and just tell me up front so I don't have to worry that I'm killing my family by being here!"

Harry felt a small pang, he hadn't even considered that. He took a deep breath and let it out, steadying himself for what he was about to say, "Draco, I'm not here to cause you any harm. I came here because I had to tell you about the wishing rock, and that I'm sorry, because I never realized until after you disappeared that you weren't some manufactured evil death eater I always thought you were in our school years."

Draco scoffed and said, "Only a fucking Gryffindor would come all the way to France to apologize for something that fucking stupid, and also, seeing as how you're a grown up and all, you should know that wishing rocks don't actually give you shit, they just show what you secretly want out of life. My mother used one all the time to figure out what I really wanted for my birthday."

Harry frowned and said, "But the reporter said…"

Draco growled out, "I would have thought, with your previous experience with reporters, you would learn not to just believe them at their word."

Harry crossed his arms and said, "There's still the matter that when I held the wishing Rock it thought the thing I wanted most was you."

Draco sighed and said, "You said it yourself, you didn't realize I was an actual person till after I was gone, and once you realized that you felt the need to apologize but I assume no one had any idea where I was or what had happened to me, so the rock picked up on that."

Harry frowned and said, "Then why did it show me that you were mine."

Draco opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then sighed and said, "Fuck if I know, I'm not a psychologist."

Harry suddenly blurted out, "I think I might be in love with you."

Draco blinked a few times, and then burst into laughter, deep throaty chuckles. Draco clutched at his stomach as he fell over onto the cushions of the coach and said, "Potter, do you even know what that word means?"

Harry bristle with anger, and blushed at Draco's words, of course he knew what love was, and he'd prove it to Draco. With that thought in mind Harry sped over the distance between him and Draco, who's eyes had drifted closed in his merriment, and before Draco could blink them open, Harry was onto of him, using his weight to pin him to the coach as his lips brushed over Draco's own.

Phillip(48)-The Doctor

Elise(47) –The Doctor's Wife

Nicole(28) – Doctor's first daughter

Naomi (25)– Doctor's secant daughter

Gabriel(30)- Doctor's younger Brother (and town slut)

Madelyn(13) – Gabriel's (1) Oldest daughter

Monica(11) – Gabriel's (2) daughter

Michele(10)- Gabriel's (3) daughter

Marie(8)- Gabriel's (4)youngest daughter (She was the one who picked up the phone in the first part)