Finally, Friday arrived. All 7th years from Slytherin and Gryffindor were invited. While hardly any of their friends accepted or understood the situation, they were all trying to be supportive. Draco had arranged for butterbeer and firewhiskey to be delivered and set up some music. He worked hard all week, except when Harry made him rest, to make everything perfect. He was ecstatic that Harry had, at least, changed his mind about other things, even if he hadn't changed his mind about full on sex. Neither one had managed to keep their hands to themselves all week except when they were around other people. Now, Draco watched Harry talking and laughing with his friends, and all he wanted to do was drag him back to their bedroom. If the looks Harry gave him every time their eyes met were anything to go by, he felt the same way.

"Draco, are you even listening to me?" Pansy's shrill voice cut into his thoughts.

Draco glanced at her. "Actually, no. I'm not, Pansy. I was thinking about something. What were you saying?"

"I was suggesting that you and I do something together. Just us," Pansy said, with a coy smile.

"Oh. I don't think so, Pansy."

She blinked. "What? Why not?"

Draco sighed. "I'm married, Pansy. I don't think Harry would like for me to go do something alone with someone who refuses to give up on the idea of getting me."

"It's just Potter. I don't see what the big deal is. He doesn't even really lo-"

Blaise interrupted. "Pansy, dear. I've been looking all over for you. Join me by the fire for a moment?" He flashed Draco a smile and led Pansy away. "What were you thinking?"

Pansy pouted. "I'm supposed to be one married to Draco."

"He's not really married to Potter. Do you think you would get to marry him if he ends up in St. Mungo's?"

"I'm getting sick of seeing him make goo goo eyes at Potter."

"It's not your decision, Pansy. He got hurt and now we need to do our part to make sure he gets better."

"Whatever. I'm going back to the dorms. I can't watch this train wreck anymore."

HPDM

"So, Harry, how are things with Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

Harry smiled softly and got a dreamy look in his eyes. "They're going good. Really good. Practically perfect."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Is there something you want to tell us, Harry?"

Ron was confused. "What could he have to tell us, Hermione?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that he's in love with Malfoy."

Ron paled. "Tell me it's not true, Harry. You're not in love with the ferret."

Harry looked away. "Actually, I think I am, Ron. He's so sweet and caring. You haven't seen us together much since this happened. With his guard down, he's completely different. I actually feel loved when I'm with him. I want to protect him from everything bad that could happen to him. I want to do anything in my power to make him happy. I've never felt this way before with anyone, not even Ginny."

"But, Harry, he will get his real memory back one day. He'll go back to being the same old Malfoy. Maybe worse, once he realizes you have real feelings for him. Imagine what he could do with that information," Ron said.

Harry started getting upset. "Don't you think I know that, Ron? I know this will end. He'll stop loving me and go back to hating me."

Hermione placed her hand on his arm. "Not only that, but what about his reaction when he finds out you've been lying to him?"

Harry sputtered. Bu-but, I-I have to! Pomfrey said it would could severely damage him if we don't go along with it."

Hermione smiled sadly. "Do you really think Malfoy will make that distinction? I don't think he's ever been close to anyone before. He might be hurt when he finds out the one person he's been trusting has been lying the most."

Harry's eyes filled with tears. "So, either way, I'm screwed. I could damage him if I tell him the truth. I could hurt him if I keep lying."

"You'll, also, most likely get your heart broken, Harry. I don't think Malfoy will be quick to forgive you for any of it."

"I will get my heart broken. Draco will never feel the same way I do. You have no idea how much guilt I feel every time he tells me that he loves me. I know he doesn't really and it's my fault. I care about all that, but then again, I really don't. All the matters to me is that he turns out okay. As long as he gets better, I can deal with whatever hurt I feel along the way."

They were interrupted by the door slamming open. Everyone shrank back when they saw Lucius Malfoy walk in. His eyes swept across the room, landing on Draco. Draco's eyes were wide and full of fear. Harry immediately rushed to his side and slipped his hand into Draco's, intertwining their fingers.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Can I help you?" Harry asked, coolly.

Lucius looked him over. "I came to have a word with my son."

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my husband," Draco said, defiantly.

Lucius's eyes widened. "Husband?"

Draco lifted his chin. "Yes, husband."

Harry decided to cut in before anything bad could happen. "Mr. Malfoy, could we please speak outside?"

Lucius looked around at the two Houses gathered in the rooms. He thought over the consequences of staying or having a private chat. He gave a small nod. "Of course, Mr. Potter. Perhaps, that would be best."

Harry whispered to Draco that he would be back and not to worry. He followed Lucius out of the rooms and they went down the hallway a bit so as not to be overheard. "I'm sure you have some questions, Mr. Malfoy. I would be more than happy to answer them."

"You had best believe I have some questions, Potter! Who do you think you are? Eloping with my son who is my only heir?"

Harry wanted to laugh at the immaturity of that statement, but thought better of it. "We're not really married. There was an accident and Draco's memory was affected. He thinks we got together in Fourth Year, you found out in Fifth Year and disowned him, I proposed that Christmas, and we got married almost a year ago. I'm not sure where that all came from. Pomfrey explained it, but it still doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I've been pretending that we're together, because Pomfrey said telling him the truth could cause irreparable damage."

Lucius didn't say anything right away. He started pacing while he thought. On one hand, it was sickening that his son thought he was gay and in love with a half blood. On the other, that half blood was the hero of the wizarding world. On one hand, if this wasn't fixed, there would be no future heirs. On the other, Potter's name could raise their family out of the mud. What to do? Either decision could have terrible repercussions on their family. He needed more information. "That still doesn't explain why you went along with this. It's no secret that you've hated Draco all the years you've known him."

Harry turned a little pink. "My friends say I have a 'saving people' thing. I've never really hated Draco, though. Disliked intensely, sure."

Lucius started replaying every moment since he came through the door and his eyes narrowed. "Don't think it's escaped my notice that you call him 'Draco' or that you held his hand when I came in."

Harry turned pinker but didn't say anything.

'Interesting. He's falling for Draco. I can use this to my advantage.' Out loud, he said, "I can tell you care deeply for him, Mr. Potter. What will you do once his memory is restored?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm prepared for whatever may happen, Mr. Malfoy."

"What if I were to say, that you could still have him? He could be yours. We could sign a marriage contract between us and he could be your husband for real. You wouldn't have to deal with the pain of rejection or seeing him marry someone else."

Harry growled, "He is not a possession to be had. I refuse to marry him if that's not really what he wants."

Lucius gave a low chuckle. "Good answer, Mr. Potter. You really are in love with him. It could help to have someone on your side. Someone close to Draco, who could talk to him and get him to see that you've taken good care of him while he wasn't at his best. It would entirely be his decision, of course. Sometimes, all one needs is someone to open their eyes to the truth. I would be more than happy to be that person."

Harry frowned at him. "Why would you be okay with this? I'm not pureblood and we wouldn't be able to have children."

"Minor matters. Your bloodline is not ideal but you are the darling of the wizarding world. Everyone loves you for defeating my Master. While my views have not changed, he put my wife and son in danger. Family comes first for Malfoys. My loyalty will always lie with my family. I do owe you a debt for saving them from further danger. A Malfoy always pays his debts. As for your other question, heirs are extremely important to pureblood families. There are other options. Surrogates, blood adoption, perhaps a new potion. Severus is the best Potions Master in Britain. He has invented several new potions over the course of his career. Perhaps, he could make a potion that would allow you to carry a child that is Draco's and yours."

Harry's eyes bugged out. "What on earth makes you think I want to be pregnant?"

Lucius frowned. "A Malfoy will certainly not be the bottom. If a Malfoy must be gay, then he is always the top."

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?"

"A Malfoy's dominance is no joking matter, Mr. Potter," Lucius deadpanned.

"I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself. Right now, I'm helping Draco. There has been no sex and no one knows what his reaction will be when he's back to himself."

"Then that article in the Daily Prophet was a complete lie?"

Harry blushed. "I should say there has been no penetration. Are we really going to talk about this?" he whined.

"A Malfoy does not whine, Mr. Potter. Even one who is not yet married into the family."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're going to be pain in the arse, aren't you?"

Lucius grinned. "You'll get used to it. They all do."

"Who is they?"

Lucius ignored him. "I will go along with this charade. I will pretend to have disowned him but that I am reconsidering since I have no other heir. When Draco has his memory back, I will carefully bring him around to our way of thinking. It shouldn't be too hard. I did, after all, catch him wanking to a picture of you in Witch Weekly a few years ago."

"What?! We fought every day. And you never said who 'they' was."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Just because one is a rival does not mean that you cannot appreciate their beauty."

"Okay, let's forget that for a moment. Let's go back. You put your wife in St. Mungo's due to overuse of the Cruciatus. How can you say that family is important to you?"

"It is not public knowledge, so I expect this to go no further. Narcissa is not in St. Mungo's. It is a cover story by the Auror department. Why do you think I am free to come and go as I please? Is everyone really this thick? They have hinted that I was the cause of her 'deterioration' when the truth is that she is perfectly healthy. She's at the Manor and has been since the end of the war. Apparently, she angered a wife of a Death Eater when she lied to the Dark Lord about your death. The wife is convinced her husband would still be alive if Cissa had told the truth. There were attempts on her life before the Aurors released that story."

"Why are you and Draco not in hiding then?"

"This woman is only after Cissa. She's never tried to go after either of us. I have been using my contacts to try to find her. I learned where she was a few times but she is always gone before I get there. Once she is arrested or killed, Cissa will be back in public. Enough of this subject. It is difficult to discuss. Come, let us go back to your rooms."

"You still haven't told me who 'they' is!"

He was once again ignored as Lucius walked back to their rooms. Lucius walked straight over to his son and asked for a word. Draco looked at Harry, who gave a small nod. He agreed and followed his father out the door.

"Son, I am aware that things have not been the best lately. However, I am willing to make amends."

"Why are you willing to do this now?"

"There is no one else to leave the Malfoy fortune to. Also, you are my son regardless of your choices in life. I do care for you and your mother misses you. She doesn't see you as often as she used to. She wishes for you to move back to the Manor."

"I'm married. Is my husband welcome there?"

"Of course, Draco. I am not plotting to get you away from Potter. If I was, I wouldn't do something quite as bold as demanding you come home and refuse him entry to the Manor. You know me better than that."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "I do know you better than that. Which is why this sudden acceptance is suspicious."

"I'll admit to some plotting. I tried to discover ways to split you up and make you see reason. Your mother helped me see that there is no other way than to accept it. Upon talking to Potter earlier, I discovered that he is not how I thought he was. He is actually quite amusing. I would like to keep him around for entertainment, if nothing else."

Draco rolled his eyes and smiled. "Still the same. I would want an Unbreakable Vow that you were not out to harm or humiliate him in any way."

"Of course. I know you have no other way of trusting me. I am willing to do that in interest of a reconciliation."

Draco gave a small nod. "We will do that in the future then. For now, I would like to enjoy the rest of the party. Would you care to join us?"

"I'm afraid I must get back to your mother. She is anxious to know how everything went."

"Give her my love. Tell her that Harry and I will consider a visit for Christmas. Goodbye, Father." Draco leaned forward to give Lucius a hug. They hadn't hugged since before Draco started Hogwarts and decided he was too old to hug his parents. Lucius pulled him tighter against him "I love you, Dad," Draco whispered.

"I love you, too, son."

Draco watched his father walk away before going back to the party. He spent the rest of the night with Harry's arm around his waist, never leaving his side.