"Harry!" Draco called up the stairs. "People are going to start showing up any minute, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Be right down!"

"I've heard that one before," he muttered with a roll of his eyes directed at the empty second floor hallway.

Harry had locked Draco out of their room about an hour ago because he was determined to dress himself for their housewarming party. Dubious of whether or not it was a good idea, but fully in support of Harry developing his own sense of fashion, he'd left Harry to figure out his wardrobe for himself. If he took any longer with it, however, Draco was going to Expulso into the room and drag him out, dressed or not.

Deciding it would do no good to shout up the stairs any more, Draco went to the drawing room and made sure everything was perfect for the fifteenth time. Yes, the hors d'oeuvres were under heating and cooling charms, depending on their nature. Yes, he'd made sure to put out the proper drinking glasses. Yes, he'd put the vinyls in a stack and in the proper order. Yes, he'd put cushioning charms on all the furniture, just in case. Everything looked good, just like it had last time he'd checked.

A knock sounded at the front door and Draco ground his teeth because, no, Harry was still not downstairs yet. Taking a deep breath, Draco schooled his features into some semblance of I'm-not-having-a-panic-attack and went to answer the door.

"We're not late, are we?" Hermione asked, pulling him into a brief hug. "You know, we could've come earlier to help set everything up."

"You're not late; you're actually the first to show up. Hello, Ron," he said over her shoulder where Ron stood with a large, goofy grin.

"Wotcher, Draco," Ron greeted pleasantly. "Is there food?" Draco struggled not to roll his eyes and directed them into the house.

"Yes, there's food, Ron. What kind of party would it be without food?"

"That's what I'm saying… Wow, this place is pretty nice. I like the wallpaper."

"Ron, will you please keep your fingers to yourself?" Hermione snapped in a half-arsed way. "I don't understand why you feel the need to touch everything constantly."

"It's moving, though!"

"Do you two want the grand tour, or do you want to stand in the vestibule and bicker all night?" Draco asked.

Ron looked slightly downcast, but the mood was lightened considerably when he asked, "What the hell is a vestibule?" Both Hermione and Draco rolled their eyes.

"Alright, I'm done!" From the top of the stairway came Harry's voice, stealing their attention as they looked to where he stood.

"What…"

"Bloody hell, mate, talk about a transformation."

At the top of the stairs stood Harry in a pair of superbly fitting black jeans which appeared to have intentional rips in several places down the legs. He wore a white, v-neck shirt that exposed a bit of his sparse chest hair— also sporting intentional rips— and over top of that he had on a leather jacket. His glasses had apparently been Transfigured, because instead of the circular specs he was known for having, his face was complemented by a pair of black rectangular glasses. Draco's mouth had gone dry at the sight of him, and at first he hadn't been sure it was Harry at all, but the messy hair gave him away. He came stomping down the stairs in his usual gawky manner as well, which would've told Draco exactly who he was even if his hair hadn't.

"Where did you get these clothes?" Draco finally managed to speak after several moments staring like a buffoon.

"You don't like them?" Despite his innocent looking smile, Draco could tell Harry was genuinely seeking his approval on his new attire.

"If I told you exactly how much I like them our friends would leave and never come back, scarred for life because they'd witnessed sexual acts that should probably be illegal." Ron groaned and shook his head, Hermione giggled hysterically, and Harry's mouth gaped open as his cheeks turned crimson.

"You two are so lucky we love you," Hermione said through her laughter. "You do look nice, though, Harry. Is this the sort of thing you'd like to wear more frequently? It suits you really well." She began slowly walking around him, inspecting his outfit with pursed lips.

"Yeah, I like this style." Harry's blush deepened as he glanced at Draco again. Another quick rapping on the door interrupted their scrutinising of Harry's new outfit. "I'll get it."

Soon their new house was full of Weasleys and they'd all relocated to the sitting room after showing everyone around their new house. His mother had yet to show up, as well as Andromeda with Teddy, but he wasn't too worried about it. The large group sat on every available piece of furniture— including, to Draco's silent dismay, his brand new mahogany end tables— eating food and drinking. He'd picked up several bottles of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, the oldest year the store carried, for those who wished to partake in getting absolutely pissed. It'd been a very long time since Draco had cut loose; he felt he deserved it after all he'd gone through.

"I never told anyone about that!" Ginny cried, taking Draco away from his thoughts. She was red in the face and looking aghast at Charlie, who sat on the floor near Ron's large feet. "How do you know anything about it?"

"You'll have to thank George for that," Charlie said with a large, unashamed grin. "Extendable Ears was a genius invention, brother."

"Thanks, they've definitely served their purpose over the years." George was smug as he sipped his whiskey.

"You're both horrible. I can't believe you. Mum, tell them they're horrible," Ginny demanded, though she was now trying not to laugh. Draco had no idea what they were talking about, but it was excellent entertainment nonetheless.

"You're horrible," Molly said distractedly, not bothering to turn away from her conversation with Fleur. Ginny scoffed at her mother's lack of discipline and crossed her arms.

"Well, if you didn't have a voice-to-text diary maybe I wouldn't have overheard you talking about how Dean Thomas has the cutest bum in existence," Charlie said, obviously egging her on.

"I was fourteen, what did I know about bums back then?"

"Apparently a lot." Charlie elbowed George to get his attention. "You should've heard her, she went on for over twenty minutes about how wonderful and firm his arse looked at the first quidditch match of the year." He added a lovesick sigh to the end, which brought about a roomful of loud cackling.

"Will you shut up!"

"It's alright, Ginny." Deciding it was time to interfere before the playful argument became more real, Draco gave his two knuts. "Dean does have a nice arse. Not the cutest, though. It's hard to beat Malfoy genetics."

"Shall I tell him you said that when he gets here?" Harry quipped, raising an eyebrow to match his smirk.

"I'd hate to make Seamus jealous, so perhaps we'll keep it to ourselves."

"Wait, Dean and Seamus are dating?" Ginny asked excitedly. "When did that happen?"

"I'm not sure, actually. I only found out recently. We're in Auror training together."

"Dean's gay?" Ron asked.

"That's why we broke up, Ron, I already told you this." Giving her brother a look of mild impatience she threw her hair over her shoulder. "Or part of the reason, at least. You never listen."

"Again, I only found that out recently. We've gone on a few double-dates. How did you not read about that in the paper?"

"I stopped reading the Prophet after Christmas," Ron said with a shrug. "Didn't really feel right reading it after they posted so much rubbish about you two."

"Oh… Thanks, Ron." Harry smiled at his best friend and Draco continued to watch everyone interacting pleasantly.

About a half hour after the bum conversation, Andromeda, Narcissa, and Teddy all showed up together. Not long after they arrived so did Dean and Seamus. Then came Neville and, oddly enough, Luna Lovegood, who was holding his hand when Draco opened the door to let them in. Apparently nothing had developed between George and Lovegood, if she was on Neville's arm. Draco was perfectly happy with that; as much as he didn't mind Lovegood, it was difficult to hold up a conversation with her for a long period of time and he thought it would be awkward if she married into his family. Or the Weasley family, rather, he corrected mentally. Not to mention the fact that it was still hard looking at her without thinking about her being kept prisoner in his house, or that he hadn't even tried to free her or the others. Deciding he would just have to grin and bear the discomfort— Merlin knew she had, so he could too— he welcomed the couple into his and Harry's home and directed them toward the festivities.

Andromeda was thrilled with the house Draco had bought her and kept remarking on how similarly it was laid out to her previous house. What she didn't know was how hard Draco had searched for a house that would remind her of her old one. Or perhaps she did, because throughout the evening she continued to shoot him grateful glances that verged on guilty sometimes. He hoped she didn't think him buying her a house was equal to him pitying her; it really wasn't a big deal to him and he'd been able to afford it easily. Then again, if someone had bought him a house in her situation he'd probably feel the same way.

"Hermione," Draco said when she'd come to sit by him, a glass of firewhiskey in hand.

"Yes, Draco?"

"Do you happen to know what houses those bodyguards at Harry's speech were in?" He'd been meaning to ask her since the day of Harry's first speech, but hadn't gotten around to it for obvious reasons.

"Oh, yes. Reggie's a Slytherin, Endivia is a Hufflepuff, and Hector is a Gryffindor. Why do you ask?" Damn, so he'd only gotten one right.

"Just a guessing game I played when I met them. I'm surprised Endivia's a Hufflepuff, though. I'd pegged her as either a Gryffindor or Slytherin."

"I thought we were past the house stereotyping," she said with a small frown. "Why does it matter what houses they're in?"

"It doesn't, really, I just wondered if I could guess accurately. Goes to show that the house system isn't always an accurate judge of character, doesn't it?" Hermione smiled at him in approval and appeared to be about to respond when she was distracted by Ron gathering a fifth, large helping of mince pies.

For several minutes Draco just sat quietly, sipping his whiskey and watching his guests mingle. The gift table, which Harry had wanted to refuse, was full of colourful parcels and gift bags with tacky, thin paper sticking out of the top. Near the gift table stood Neville and Luna, who were looking through the pile of vinyls and inspecting the inner sleeves. Toward the bay window sat Andromeda and Narcissa, who was holding Teddy and helping him dance along with the music. Draco recalled her telling him she used to do that with him as a baby, too, and it made Draco smile to himself to see her do it with Teddy. Andromeda was laughing at Teddy's face and hair, which was changing colours rapidly to the beat of said music.

George and Charlie appeared to be coming up with ridiculous dance routines and making fun of each other's jerky movements. It was like some sort of dance competition where they both were trying their hardest to lose. Percy the Prat was watching them in disapproval, sitting stiffly in one of the armchairs near the fireplace. He had a plate of mince pies and a glass of water, apparently too prudish to even partake in a single glass of alcohol. Ah, well, Draco thought. More for him. And apparently Fleur, too, because she was cackling loudly in her chair beside her husband Bill. Her cheeks were rosy and her dress' strap was hanging off her shoulder precariously. Bill kept glancing down at her chest as though he were hoping to get a glimpse of what her dress was hiding, and Draco had no idea why; they were married, surely he got to see her naked plenty.

Molly was standing up from the sofa she shared with her husband and a couple of her kids. Draco watched her curiously as she approached his mother and aunt at the window. Doing his best to hear their conversation and tune out all the other noises in the room, he stared at the exchange that took place.

"Evening… wanted to ask… alright?" He was too far away to hear most of what Molly said, but he gathered that she was asking to hold Teddy when he was handed to her from Narcissa's lap.

"How are… look lovely and… so proud… the firewhiskey?"

It was obviously not going to work for Draco, trying to eavesdrop on his two motherly figures. They were too far away from him and there was too much going on aside from that. He supposed it wasn't necessary to listen in on their conversation, though, because it was going pretty well from what he could tell. No hateful looks were being exchanged, and neither of them was yelling, obviously. That had to count for something.

Just as Draco was about to stand up and chat with Dean and Seamus, Harry sat down on his lap sideways, making getting off the sofa close to impossible.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, surprised at such a public display of affection. Harry was usually much less forward about things like this, and usually kept physical contact to a minimum when others were around. Perhaps his new outfit was giving him confidence in that aspect. Draco wasn't sure he had it in him to mind.

"Sitting on you," was Harry's simple reply. "What are you doing?"

"Being sat on." Harry laughed and kissed Draco's cheek. Draco noticed his mother look over and smirk at him before returning to her conversation with Molly and Andromeda. "Shall I die of embarrassment now, or later?"

"Save it for later, I'd hate to ruin a good party." He paused and looked at Draco seriously. "Am I really embarrassing you? Do you want me to move?"

"Not badly, no, but you'll probably want to move eventually. I can't imagine sitting like this will be comfortable for either of us after too long. My legs are already starting to fall asleep."

"Are you calling me fat?" Harry's outrage was feigned, but Draco still groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Harry, you're huge," he deadpanned. "McGonagall wrote and asked if you'd replace the Fat Lady in that awful portrait, actually."

"You're a prick, you know," Harry laughed. He glanced around the room, stopping for a moment to briefly stare at Molly, Andromeda, and Narcissa. "I'd say this party had a good turnout, if those three are managing a pleasant conversation."

"Awe, look at the cute ickle couple!" Dean said as he and Seamus came to stand in front of them. "You two are getting quite cosy, aren't you? Shall we all leave and give you some privacy?"

"Oh shut up, we've witnessed you both take a bathroom break at the pub and not come back for twenty minutes," Draco said with a mock sneer. "I highly doubt the two of you can match your shits up so perfectly. Care to explain?" Seamus blanched and sputtered, but Dean laughed loudly at Draco's comeback.

"You're a riot. Can't believe it took us so long to become friends, with your humour. Thanks for inviting us, by the way. Great choice with the firewhiskey, too."

"Only the best for Draco Malfoy," Harry sighed teasingly. "Thanks for coming, though. We weren't sure how many people would turn up."

The four of them continued to chat and joke around for a while. As the night went on and people got more inebriated, they also got louder, and soon enough Andromeda and Teddy were leaving to head home. She hugged both Draco and Harry, kissing their cheeks in turn, before she left to return to her new house. It was really nice to know that Teddy was taken care of for the evening so that Harry and Draco could enjoy themselves— and the firewhiskey— guilt free.

It was around one in the morning that Draco thought they should probably start preparing to end the evening, but as soon as Harry interrupted the festivities George cut him off. Not for anything important— no, what he'd wanted was to start a group sing-along to Bohemian Rhapsody, he was informed the song was called. He could've sworn he hadn't put a Queen album in with the playlist, but as soon as George began singing off key and far too loudly, everyone joined him. Draco didn't know many of the words because, while Queen was a wizard band, he hadn't been allowed to listen to that sort of music as a child and was only just beginning to broaden his musical horizon thanks to Harry.

"I see a little silhouetto of a man—" George led the tune and then Bill followed him up with a loud, "Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango!"

Toward the end of the song, right before a rowdy guitar kicked in, they all sang "Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!" A very high note was sang confidently by Narcissa, who happened to be the only one able to reach the note accurately. Draco hadn't even noticed his mother singing along with the rest, hadn't imagined that she'd heard the song before or knew the words, but as soon as she hit that perfect pitch everyone turned to stare at her in amazement.

As the verse ended and Narcissa had stopped signing, everyone continued to gaze at her for a moment, silently. Then they all began clapping, cheering, and whistling for her. She smiled as though she were embarrassed, but Draco knew better. He could see that she was proud of herself for having caught everyone's attention, even if she hadn't done so on purpose, which Draco suspected she had. Still, he was glad to see that she was having a good time and participating in the silly bits of the evening. It seemed she was serious about letting loose; Draco had never seen her sing publicly or drink quite as much as she had that night. He was forced to admit that Harry had been absolutely right about forgiving her. It seemed to be doing everyone a bit of good, but particularly her.

"Alright, has everyone got their portkeys home?" Harry asked the room. "Anyone who doesn't is welcome to crash out here, but there's limited space, so I hope you won't mind sleeping on the sofa." Ron was already passed out on the sofa, a half eaten plate of food on his lap. Hermione was shaking her head and smiling at him. "Er… well, not that sofa, apparently."

"I think Ron will be staying here for the night," she said as she took her portkey— a yellow comb— from her purse. "I doubt I'll be able to wake him, with how much he's drank."

"That's alright, I'll fetch him a blanket," Draco told her as he hugged her goodbye.

"Nobody who has been drinking should Apparate home, okay?" Harry advised. "The Floo is open, but I'd recommend not using it if your speech is so slurred you can't name your address properly."

"Don't be such a ninny," George scoffed as he stumbled toward Harry for a sloppy hug goodbye. "We're not idiots, Harry."

As those who weren't staying began leaving for the night Draco and Harry gave them all embraces and kisses goodbye, thanking them for joining them and making a new happy memory for their home. Only Dean, Seamus, and Ron were left in their drawing room by the time everyone else had gone. Ron was still slumped over on the sofa. Dean and Seamus were snogging in one of the armchairs and it looked like it was getting quite heated.

"Listen, you two, if you're going to have sex please do it in a different room from Ron. I'd hate to hear him complain about that for the next decade," Harry told them with a slightly disapproving look.

"We're not," Seamus said with a hiccup, completely ruining any success in his attempt to defend himself. "Juss foolin' around."

"Right," Harry drawled. "At least cast a silencing charm."

"Cushty, mate," Dean told him. Harry shook his head and pulled Draco out of the room by his hand, leading the way upstairs to the bathroom.

After their teeth were cleaned— there was nothing quite like waking up with a hangover and a mouth tasting of toadstools boiled in piss— they lay down in their bed and decided to take a lesson from Dean and Seamus, but they did make sure to cast a silencing charm beforehand. Ron might have been utterly legless, but Harry hadn't wanted to risk him waking up to whatever sounds they happened to make.

Well shagged, and yet again floating in the comfortable afterglow that overtook him, Draco and Harry snuggled up against each other and discussed the party a bit before letting a drunken sleep overtake them.

"I still can't believe your mum sang like that," Harry tittered, shaking his head a bit in wonder. "I knew you could sing, but I didn't know you'd got your talent from her."

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet, love. She's a very good singer, but I'm as surprised as you are that she showed off tonight."

"I'm just glad everyone enjoyed themselves and no fights broke out."

"You and me both," Draco agreed. "Did you see how my mother and Molly got along?"

"I did. Sort of incredible that everyone's starting to come together so well. I don't think I ever could've pictured all of those people in one room having a good time together."

"Well, we've seen proof tonight that it's possible, at least. The alcohol probably helped. Though I'm surprised you didn't have any of the whiskey; it was really good." Harry's cheeks heated and he was very glad that they'd chosen such dark curtains for their windows, as it was too dark for Draco to notice.

"I might've been a bit nervous to drink it," he admitted.

"Oh, right. Mother." At least Draco didn't sound offended. "She was on her best behaviour tonight. I'm kind of impressed with her."

"I am too, but it'll take me awhile to feel comfortable trusting an open bottle of anything when she's in the room. Or food, for that matter."

"Yeah, I noticed you kept going to the kitchen to get food." Draco sounded suspicious and Harry laughed before explaining that Kreacher had kept a plate of food separate for him so that he didn't have to feel paranoid all night. "He could've done that with the whiskey, too, you know."

"I honestly didn't even think about that…"

"Surprise, surprise," Draco teased, tickling Harry's side a bit and causing him to flinch away in the bed. Around his snickers, Draco asked, "Do you remember how nervous we used to be around each other?"

"How could I forget? I hid in my room for days because I was scared about thinking you're pretty."

"I hid in my room because I was scared about being in love with you. And I'm not pretty, I am stunning."

"My apologies for the inferior compliment, Sir Beauty Itself. We've come so far in such a short time, don't you think?"

"I would have to agree. We're made it through some awful events, but it seems like things are starting to look up. Based on the turnout of our housewarming party I'd have to say we've got quite a nice family."

"We do. Now let's get some sleep before we have to deal with those hungover arseholes tomorrow."

The end.

A/N: Stay tuned for the epilogue! Thank you to those who have stuck with the story from the beginning!