The last thing Draco expected that day as he walked down the hallway was to find Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding World, and Muggle for that matter, doubled over on the floor, hands held behind his back and screaming what Draco assumed were obscenities, but no sound came out.

Maybe Draco should have expected this, but he got so used to living in the Eighth Year Tower where the students had moved on and came to an understanding with each other within a week of being back, even the returning Slytherin, which had not been many.

Clearly, peace was not something everyone wanted, including the three large seventh-year students who were currently on the warpath with Potter… Harry. (He kept having to remind himself that he and the other Eighth Year students were trying to use first names now.)

Without even thinking about it, Draco sent a disarming spell toward the Slytherin who had a wand to Harry's throat.

"Leave Harry alone, you fucking bastard!" Draco yelled. It was the most he had said out loud since coming back. Even if everyone was doing their best to get along in his dormitory, Draco still had the habit of keeping his head down, worried about rejection and believing he would deserve it.

Harry's eyes widened, seeing Draco storm onto the scene. He struggled against the arms holding him and was kicked for doing so.

Draco was taken aback when one shot a nasty curse at him, missing by inches. This wasn't bullying; they meant for their attacks to not only be painful, they meant for them to destroy. Another curse came, and he ducked, trying to send another disarming charm, but it was blocked.

Draco was loathe to do offensive spells after everything that had happened, but he steeled his resolve to hit back if he had to. Not to help himself, but to save Harry.

He didn't get to make that decision because a full-body bind hit him. Tears came to his eyes, a mixture of embarrassment for being taken down by such a simple spell and fear for what they wanted to do to Harry. He didn't even care about himself. Draco felt he deserved whatever he had coming to him.

"Why are you doing this? The war is over!" Draco burst out in anger.

"Aw, look at Draco, he's so whipped for Potter, huh? It's a shame you had to go soft and join his side," the taller of the three said, laughing.

"It's sad that you didn't," Draco answered, getting a kick to the face for his effort. Blood spurted from his nose. It was broken. Draco didn't feel the pain.

The binding curse did not feel like a strong one, and it already seemed to be getting looser. Draco wiggled his fingers and strained to touch his wand, which was a few inches from him. If he could just send help somehow. He had to save Harry.

"What are we going to do with these two pretty boys?" one of the Slytherin asked. "Well, one, Draco looks like a hag now with that nose."

"I'm good with killing. He got several of my family members put away," another said, kicking Harry in the stomach again.

Draco whimpered, voicing what Harry couldn't. He almost had it. His pinky was centimeters away, and the Slytherin ignored him, thinking he wouldn't be a threat now that he was bound.

Who would be able to help? Draco was getting dizzy from his head injury, fading in and out.

Finally, he barely touched his wand, whispering the spell for his patronus.

"Eighth year tower, everyone, help, near Rooom of re…" he whispered, trailing off, strength for words vanishing, practically choking him.

His patronus nodded. At least Draco thought it was a nod, because it was a bird, shockingly looking exactly like Harry's old owl Hedwig. Draco's patronus never had a form before.

Everyone was in the common room playing games. There weren't many people, so the group had been able to become closer and more cosy than anyone would have expected, though they still had yet to get Draco to accept their offered acceptance, even affection.

"Ha!" Pansy yelled. "I won!" She gloated at Ron, who was supposed to be an expert at Wizard Chess. Ron just gave a sheepish laugh, shrugging.

"He's out of practice," Hermione said fondly, ruffling Ron's hair. Ron smiled and looked around.

"Wonder when Harry and Draco will return?" Ron mused.

"Harry had to ask Slughorn something," Neville said for those who didn't know.

"Draco is just being Draco," Theodore said, "he's probably in the library." He sighed. "When are we going to get that boy to open up more?"

"It's a process that is different for everyone," Ginny said. "He's getting there."

She and Luna pretty much lived in the Eighth Year Tower, even sleeping over more often than not.

"He talks to me a lot," Luna said, beaming.

"That's because everyone can't help but adore you, Luna," Blaise said, throwing a Bertie Bott's jelly bean at her playfully.

They were startled when Hedwig, or at least a patronus that looked like her, burst through the walls.

"Merlin!" Ron exclaimed, hand over his heart. "Who has an owl?"

"Did Harry's change?" Hermione asked, eyes wide. They knew that strong emotions could make a patronus change, so it would make sense if this one belonged to Harry.

"Eighth year tower, everyone, help, near Rooom of re…" Draco's desperate voice came from the owl, finishing with some strangled, choking sounds.

Despite the sudden terror, they remained calm, standing up and starting to move. Panic, they know from experience can have devastating consequences.

Hermione and Ginny started casting protective charms over everyone, the others following their example, until they had several charms from each person. They didn't even speak about it. They were like a well-oiled machine.

"Ron, Theodore, Pansy, and Neville head from the left corridor entrance," Hermione instructed. "Everyone else, the right side."

They didn't even stop to think about asking any of the older adults for help. They had learned long ago that the adults were not very good at that. This group of seventeen and eighteen-year-olds were terrified, but they were war children and they would do anything to keep their people safe.

"Disillusionment charms everyone. We don't know what we're facing," Neville yelled. He grabbed Theodore's hand, his roommate, and they all ran out.

The full-body bind finally dropped, and Draco grabbed his wand. He swayed, dizzy, and then quickly cast a spell on himself to help with the dizziness. He'd have to worry about the injury later.

"Let him go!" Draco didn't bother to cast a curse; he ran into the Slytherin and pushed him onto the ground. The taller boy hit his head on the wall and passed out. Draco bound him in a stronger version of the full-body bind and then tried to take care of the other two, but they hurled stinging hexes at him, keeping him back.

At least they weren't hurting Harry now, so Draco took it.

Then, one of them raised their wand at Draco, a glint in his eye that made Draco swallow. "Ava…"

"No!" Ron came out of nowhere, his Disillusionment fading, and barreled into the Slytherin. Having several brothers, he knew how to handle himself in a Muggle way, so he didn't even hesitate to land a punch on the other.

Draco slumped and then crawled over to Harry, who still couldn't move or talk. He pulled Harry into his arms and cast an anti-Silencio charm.

The last Slytherin standing tried to hit Ron, but seven curses hit him at the same time, as if the group running toward them were connected with mind-reading magic.

It was too much for his body, so the Slytherin passed out.

Ron bound the Slytherin under him and then moved to Harry and Draco. Harry was in and out of it, and Draco wasn't doing much better, but he refused to pass out, hanging onto Harry.

"Come on," Ron whispered, wrapping his arms around both Draco and Harry, startling Draco by the gesture. "You can let it out, Draco."

Draco burst into tears. Hermione ran over and started some healing spells to hold them over until they got to the infirmary.

Luna went to check on the Slytherin, strengthening their bindings. "They'll survive," she said. It didn't sound as if she was quite happy about that. She was usually so happy-go-lucky, always the sun, never the darkness, but right now, some of her light was dimmed.

Madam Pomfrey got the shock of her life when a large group of students brought five injured students to the hospital wing. Her shock turned to outrage.

McGonagall was called, and the Ministry, because this was a crime, not petty school drama. There was an attempt to kill for at least one of the Slytherin.

Draco lay on a bed next to Harry's. His nose and hex wounds were healed, and he was otherwise healed physically. Mentally, he was a mess. He reached out and held onto Harry's hand, looking at him with such pain and longing. Harry still hadn't woken up.

Ron stood up and pushed Draco's bed until it was flush with Harry's. He sat back down and held onto Hermione's hand. Everyone was hugging or holding hands with someone in the room. A year ago, they wouldn't have been able to share a sincere smile, let alone comfort each other so openly.

Neville leaned against Theodore's side, Pansy, Luna and Ginny held onto each other and Blaise was standing on his own, until Hermione grabbed him, pulling him into her and Ron's circle.

Harry was in the hospital wing for three days. Draco didn't leave his side once. Ron and the others brought him his school work and meals. They stayed, ate with him and helped him with his work. They grew as friends.

Everyone knew by now that Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry and probably had been for a very long time. Not one person cared.

When Harry opened his eyes on the third day, the first thing he saw was frantic gray eyes staring at him, eyelashes wet with tears. Harry weakly reached out and touched Draco's cheek, wiping away a tear. The tenderness Draco didn't think he deserved made him break down into sobs.

Gripping Harry's hand, he dropped to his knees, leaning over the bed, pressing his face against Harry's stomach.

Harry knew that Draco was in love with him. The Hedwig patronus he saw as he was fading in and out spoke volumes.

"My wand," Harry croaked.

Confused, Draco leaned back. He wiped his face and then handed Harry his wand. He worried about whatever Harry wanted to do because he had no strength.

Regardless, Harry cast his patronus.

It was no longer a stag. It was a breathtakingly beautiful small dragon. It walked over to Draco and did what could only be described as a bow, as if Draco were its master.

A confession. Because what else could the dragon be?

The dragon started to fade, but not before it flapped its wings, moving toward Draco's face, seeming to kiss him.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, walking in just as the dragon fully vanished.

Draco flushed, and Harry weakly smiled.

Ron rushed over, but hesitated. This seemed like a moment he shouldn't barge into. Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him closer.

"Go on," Draco said.

Ron was overwhelmed with emotions. He had already lost a brother, and Harry might as well be his brother, too. He gave Draco a grateful look and dropped to Harry's side.

"Harry," Ron sobbed into his shoulder. He kissed him on the forehead. Ever since the war, nobody held back with their love and affection. "I was so scared!"

"I'm sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry. I'm okay, it's okay," Harry whispered.

Draco touched Ron's back, and Ron turned to him. "Thank you, Draco!" He stood up and flung his arms around Draco, making the blonde squeak. Harry smiled at them fondly.

Still crying, Ron sent his patronus to alert the others.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny sobbed. "What happened?"

Everyone crowded his bed, hugging him, touching him, kissing him.

Draco and the other Slytherin held back at first, because were used to less hands on approach to relationships.

"I don't even know," Harry answered Ginny. "I was down and unable to move right after I entered the Room of Requirement corridor." He closed his eyes. "They were mostly physical, just getting out their anger."

"One of them tried to use the killing curse on Draco," Ron whispered. "It wasn't a schoolyard bully situation, Harry." Harry's eyes widened.

"About that," Draco said, stepping closer to Harry's bed, weaving through everyone, until he was near Ron. "You saved my life, Ron. Thank you."

"Oh, well…" Ron blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I went into a rage. After I saw… I think I went blind for a minute. You're welcome."

"Draco," Harry said, reaching for his hand. "This was larger than I thought. T-they almost killed you. I'm so sorry."

That did it for the remaining Slytherin.

"Let us in," Theodore said, "you've won us over to the idea of kissing and hugging." He was trying to sound funny, but his voice cracked. Draco was one of his best friends, and he could have died.

Everyone spread out and made room for Theodore, Blaise, and Pansy, hugging and kissing, caring and loving.

"It's not your fault, Harry," Draco finally managed to say after a minute of hugs and kisses. "I would do it again."

"And you've said I have a hero complex?" Harry grinned.

"Oh, but I get it now," Draco said, laughing. "It makes sense when you're doing it because of people you love."

"Aw, that means Ron loves Draco because he's our king, and he saved Draco," Luna giggled.

Ron flushed, but shrugged. "I love all of you, you big buffoons. I'm glad we got to come back and get a chance to love again and love more people."

"You big softy." Blaise kissed Ron on the lips, making him splutter. "Sorry, did I do the affection thing wrong?"

"That depends on what my girlfriend thinks," Ron said.

"I'll allow it. Just this once." Hermione half-heartedly glared at Blaise.

"He's harmless, Hermione, but he's also a jerk," Theodore said. "Blaise, not everyone here is used to your nutty antics."

"Well, I'm willing to kiss anyone else who wants one. Neville?" Blaise looked at Neville, who flushed, shaking his head. "Shame."

Neville glanced at Theodore, who didn't notice.

"Ah, I see," Blaise said, winking at Neville. Blaise doubled over laughing when a moment later he saw Theodore looking at Neville with a goofy grin. Neville did not notice.

Madam Pomfrey came in and shooed everyone out, even Draco, who begged to stay, but she put her foot down. She did give him a fond look as he left.

"Harry, let me check you over, dear. You've had a rough time of it, huh?" She sighed and went to work.

"I've got the all-clear!" Harry announced when he came into the Eighth Year Tower. "Now, who is going to help me make up all the work I missed?"

Everyone rushed him.

"I already did all your homework," Hermione said casually.

"Have you lost your mind? Prove you're Hermione right now!" Ron demanded. "Are you Polyjuice Hermione?"

"I could prove it, but you'd never be able to look anyone here in the eyes ever again," Hermione answered. Ron flushed.

"Guys, it's Hermione," Ron said, hands up, backing away. "Crisis averted."

Everyone laughed. Despite what had happened to Draco and Harry, things felt light, calm, and happy.

Draco and Harry met in the middle of the room, staring at each other. Draco reached out and touched Harry's cheek.

"Just checking," Draco said, softly, dropping his hand. His eyes were wide and alight with emotions he had not allowed himself to show or feel for a very long time. Past Draco would feel ashamed that he let someone see him being open and weak, but this wasn't a weakness. It had never been a weakness.

"Yep, I'm here," Harry said, somehow knowing what Draco was doing. "Not polyjuiced or anything."

A snort escaped Draco. His cheeks turned pink at the undignified sound, though Harry's soft smile made him feel better about it.

"Don't think anyone could pull off imitating you, mate," Ron said, coming up to them. "Gonna have a kip." He hugged Harry and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Goodnight," Draco and Harry said together.

"Night. Oi, Blaise, do not wake me up when you finally come to bed. I'm knackered."

Blaise saluted his roommate and laughed. "Dream of our kiss, darling."

"Ugh," Ron groaned, but he laughed.

Alone in their room, Harry sat down on his bed. He stared at Draco, in a daze.

"Your patronus..." Harry said. "You've seen..." he swallowed a painful lump, "...my old owl before, right?"

"Hedwig? Yes."

"You knew her name?" Harry smiled, but it faltered. He had lost so much, so many people, but Hedwig hurt deeper somehow. Draco sensed it and he walked over, sitting next to Harry.

"I knew her name. Don't forget, we have always been around each other, so I heard things, I listened," Draco blushed, "I watched."

"I suppose you did." Harry nudged Draco's shoulder. "But so did I."

Draco nudged him back. "Oh, you don't say?"

"Just little kids that didn't know how to regulate our emotions." Harry sighed. "But now I'm ready to have a future that someone else hasn't tried to force me into, whether that someone is a person or a fated prophecy."

Harry flopped back, staring at the ceiling.

"You'll have that. You deserve it and more." Draco dropped back next to him. He found Harry's hand and intertwined their fingers.

Rolling over, clasped hands between them, Harry looked at Draco when he rolled to face him.

"Will you let yourself have a future like that, too?" Harry asked softly.

Draco sucked in his breath on the verge of tears, but he held back. "I didn't think I would get to."

"You deserve to be happy, too, Draco. What do you want? Pick something for yourself," Harry said, squeezing his hand.

"You." Draco shut his eyes. "I want you."

Harry pressed their foreheads together. "Then you shall have me, Draco."

Tears dripped down Draco's cheeks. He kept his eyes shut tight. "R-really, but I…I'm a bit broken." His voice wavered.

"We all are, Draco, but our broken bits can fit together. I don't want to be alone, and I don't think you do, either. Do you?"

"No, I want…" Draco was never really allowed to want things. He had to join the dark side, be groomed into it, he would have had to go through with an arranged marriage, which since the war happened, he somehow managed to get out of. He had to do so many things others wanted him to do. Do this, act this way. Don't show emotion.

"Go on, but take your time," Harry encouraged.

"I want us. I want our friends to be with us forever. I want f-family who love me in a healthy way."

Harry smiled. "Then you shall have that. I'll help you."

Finally, Draco opened his eyes, looking utterly infatuated, his cheeks pink. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Draco." Harry kissed his nose.

"How did this happen?" Draco asked. "I mean…it's a bit weird, isn't it? Not weird bad, but…"

"I know what you mean, and I don't know! It just did and I am not going to complain about it."

Sitting up, Harry pulled Draco next to him and wrapped his arms around his neck. "You going to complain, Draco?"

"Never. Well, I might complain about your choice of clothing or decor, but about this, us, never," Draco smirked.

Harry laughed. "My clothing is not that bad."

Draco pulled back from the hug and grinned. "You're right. I love you just as you are."

"Be good, and I will let you dress me up from time to time," Harry said, meaning it innocently, but he got a brilliant blush out of Draco, who must not have been keeping a clean mind at all.

"Say things like that to me, and I will be planning our wedding tomorrow. Who should I talk to for the wedding contract?"

Harry didn't even need to think about it. "Molly and Arthur Weasley. But Draco, let's slow down."

"Fine, we can wait until we graduate."

Draco yelped when Harry tickled him.

Pulling back, Harry frowned, something coming to him. "Will your mum approve?"

"She's flourished since getting out from under father's thumb, so I think so," Draco confirmed.

"Then there are no worries. Let's just take things as they come and be happy."

Draco nodded. "I want to kiss you."

"No need to ask," Harry said, leaning over to brush his lips across Draco's, who sighed into the kiss. It was slow and exploratory as they learned what each other liked. They had all the time they needed. There was no rush.

Harry tangled his hands in Draco's hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss, getting a soft moan out of the blonde.

"You're…good," Draco mumbled against Harry's lips. Harry took advantage of his mouth opening, licking across Draco's lower lip and then nibbling. He bit down and tugged on Draco's lip. "Too good," Draco said, feeling his toes curl.

"Am I?" Harry smiled, pulling back. He liked the way Draco panted to catch his breath, how red his cheeks were, and how swollen his lips looked.

"Yes."

Draco pulled back the covers, and they got under, snuggling until they fell asleep.

They were together, and it somehow felt like they would be a constant presence in each other's lives until the end of time.

-Epilogue - Checking In With The Others-

Blaise walked into his room he shared with Ron, tip toeing and trying to be as quiet as possible, though he tripped over a pair of shoes someone (Ron) had left out and fell in a very undignified way.

Ron snickered from his bed.

"Awake then?"

"Yeah, sorry about the shoes." Ron accio'd them out of the way. "So much on my mind about everything, you know?"

"I know. Did you see this happening? I mean, the thing going on with Draco and Harry?"

"Yes, their obsession with each other was unreal." Ron laughed, shaking his head. "Of course, I only thought something could happen once Draco returned, showing that he broke free of all…" Ron trailed off. "All the dark stuff."

"As long as they're happy, right?" Blaise smiled and started to get ready for bed.

"As long as they're happy," Ron agreed.

Neville sat on his bed, knees pulled up, writing on some parchment he had resting on them. He kept stealing glances at Theodore, who was on his bed reading a book.

It was a game of cat and mouse. They kept looking at each other when the other wasn't looking.

Chewing on his lip, Neville nervously tapped his foot against his mattress. Finishing his homework, he put it on his nightstand and stole another glance at Theodore, blushing when their eyes met this time.

"Done?" Theodore asked.

"Yes."

"Cool." Theodore looked back at his book and continued to read.

Neville felt like his whole body was on fire. Life was short. That was painfully obvious. He was a Gryffindor and supposed to be brave, right?

Standing up, Neville got out of bed and walked over to Theodore, and gently took the book away from him, marking his spot. He put it down on Theodore's nightstand.

"Oh?" Theodore grinned. "Well, how can I help you, Neville?" He seemed amused.

"I couldn't help but notice something," Neville said, sitting down on Theodore's bed.

"What's that?"

Neville grinned, leaning close to Theodore's face, noticing when he swallowed. "You have pretty eyes, Theo."

A blush crept up Theodore's neck. "Do I?"

"Yep," Neville answered. He lifted Theodore's chin. "Did you know there were some gold flecks in your eyes, Theo?"

"No. What are you doing to me?" Theodore asked. This was a new side to Neville. Theodore was not complaining.

"I don't know. I'm just figuring this out as I go," Neville admitted. "Go on a date with me, Theodore."

Theodore grinned. "Really? Yes, okay."

Pansy looked over at Hermione. Just as they both got into their beds, Pansy snorted, looking at Hermione again.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, looking back.

"I'm just wondering what our little angels are up to." Pansy pulled the covers up to her neck. "Think they're fucking yet?"

"Pansy!" Hermione laughed. "You're insane."

"I know," Pansy giggled. "That's what makes life so fun for me. Goodnight, Hermione."

"Goodnight, Pansy."

Luna jumped on Ginny's bed, getting a giggle from her. "Let me in." She crawled under the covers and snuggled up next to Ginny.

"When will we tell them about us?" Ginny asked.

"I think in seven in a half days."

Ginny smiled, giving Luna a fond look. "Why in that many days specifically?"

"Dunno, that just feels good to me."

Ginny laughed. "You're adorable."

-Epilogue 2- Two Years Later-

"Congratulations!" Hermione said, throwing her arms around Neville and Theodore. "You both looked so great up there." Ron joined the group hug, and soon, it was a pile of bodies.

Draco put his hands on his hips. "How dare you go and get married first, Theodore."

Harry snorted. "To get married, you have to ask first, Draco."

Draco smiled at Harry, ruffling his hair. Harry leaned against him for a moment and then excused himself, though he didn't go far.

"It's not my fault," Theodore said. "Neville put me under his spell. Honestly." Neville leaned against Theodore and smiled.

They shared a look and then looked at Draco, raising their eyebrows teasingly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Draco asked. "Go to your honeymoon and stop… stop smirking. You're freaking me out."

"There is something we wanted to do before the day was over," Neville said, looking over Draco's shoulder at Harry. All their other friends were all around them, holding in laughter.

"Okay, and you're implying it has to do with me?" Draco asked, confused. "Theodore, did you get drunk?" Theodore was giving him the goofiest smile Draco had ever seen.

"No, no, just I think you should turn around," Theodore said.

"Merlin, my friends are so weird," Draco muttered, turning around. His mouth fell open, and he started to tremble. He was facing Harry, who was down on one knee, holding a ring box.

Harry's cheeks were flushed, and he looked like he was about to pass out. Draco stumbled closer to him and blinked rapidly, feeling like someone had just stupefyed him.

"Draco. I can't imagine a life that doesn't have you in it." Harry wiped a tear from his cheek and then grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him down to him. "Will you marry me, Draco?"

"Obviously, my answer is yes. Yes!" Draco held out his hand, and Harry slipped the ring on. Draco stared at the ring in stunned silence.

"How did you know my size?" Draco asked.

Harry laughed. "We're wizards, Draco. It's charmed to fit you."

"Oh, right. Wizards. That's what we are, right… oh…"

A rambling Draco was endearing. Harry couldn't get enough of him when he was blushing and stumbling over his words.

Everyone cheered, making Harry and Draco blush. They had forgotten for a moment that they weren't alone.

"Isn't it rude to propose at a wedding?" Draco asked.

"Oh, usually, but Neville and I have been conspiring together for a while."

"We're all going to be a constant presence in each other's lives," Neville said, "so it is natural for us to share happy moments."

Harry looked around at his friends. "Who's next?"

"Let's find out," Neville said, waving around his bouquet. He tossed it into the crowd.

It landed in Blaise's hands, who looked at it, confused. In a magical wedding, throwing a bouquet was magical, too, and held meaning, usually meaning the person who caught it would be married soon, and not just a superstition like in a Muggle wedding.

"I'm not even dating anyone," Blaise said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked around at everyone.

Ron snickered, about to die when Blaise's eyes met Percy's. Of all people, Percy?

Well, love was meant for everyone.

"Well, that's sorted." Theodore leaned down and kissed Neville. "Honeymoon time, babe!"

They twisted on the spot and vanished.

"Hi, I'm Blaise. You're Ron's brother, aren't you? You know I kissed Ron once, but it would probably be more delightful to kiss you."

"I'm...what?" Percy blinked. "Are you drunk?"

"No, just a garden variety case of infatuation. Plus, I caught this, so...it's kind of fate our eyes met, don't you think?" Blaise shoved the flowers in Percy's arms. "Let's go on a date, or we can skip all that and get married now."

His eyes going wide, Percy took a step back from Blaise, who didn't seem to know what personal space was. He held the flowers out like they were a shield, feeling flustered when Blaise touched his hand.

"What kind of wedding do you prefer, Percy?" Blaise winked at him, and Percy couldn't remember how to talk.

Percy looked at Ron as if begging for help. Ron just shook his head. 'Nope, you're on your own. You've got this, Percy,' Ron mouthed, laughing at the look on Percy's face. He was not used to getting hit on so aggressively.

"It would be nice to have more family members," Molly said, not at all taking pity on Percy. Someone outgoing like Blaise could be good for him.

"Mother!" Percy exclaimed, finding his voice finally. He flushed and looked at Blaise.

Everyone laughed while poor Percy was pulled away by an over-enthusiastic Blaise. Percy was perfectly capable of handling himself if he had to, so the fact that he was letting Blaise drag him off said something in Ron's opinion.

"Good luck, Perce," Ginny yelled, wrapping her arm around a giggling Luna.

Molly started to look worried, not expecting her son to practically be kidnapped. Arthur patted her shoulder, looking more amused than anything else.

"Don't worry, Molly. He's an idiot, but an idiot with a huge heart," Draco said.

Harry hugged Draco and sighed. Everything was perfect. So perfect.