Harry crept into the bedroom.

Draco was unclothed on the bed, his chest rising steadily as he slept, a sheet pulled over his pelvis and his head tilted to the side.

Harry sat on the other bed and just watched him for a moment. Draco looked strangely angelic when he slept, with no scowl to mar his pretty features. The sharp curve of his jaw was softened by the soft light of the lamp beside the bed.

"Hey, ferret," Harry said softly.

Draco jerked into a sitting position so fast it was as if he'd been stabbed with a hot poker. "What?" he demanded, looking around wildly.

"Good afternoon," Harry said, getting up and moving to the edge of Draco's bed. "Have you been asleep all day? You need a job."

"What?" Draco repeated, pulling the sheet over himself and rolling onto his side. "You woke me up last night, screaming in your sleep," he muttered.

"I did?" Harry said, lying down and loosening his tie. "Did you wake me up?"

"I kicked you in the ribs."

"That's where I got that bruise!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought someone attacked me when I wasn't looking, blimey..."

"Yeah, and you didn't shut up," Draco said, sitting up and pulling a pair of boxers on. "So I went to sleep on the couch."

Harry's eyebrows lifted. "You weren't, er, worried about me? At all?"

Draco muttered something unintelligible and went into the bathroom. Harry followed him.

Draco perched on the counter as Harry washed his face, his chest unclenching slow from the constant vigil it was on during Auror training.

"Stressful day?" Draco said shrewdly, sliding on a watch he had left on the counter.

"Every day," Harry said, running his hand through his messy hair, "is a stressful day... this one was just shitty." He looked around at the complimentary rubber duck, the tiny shampoos and wrapped up soaps, and sighed. "I should move into Grimmauld Place, shouldn't I?"

Draco made a noncommittal noise.

"What's-her-name," Harry said, gesturing while looking in the mirror. "She said I should come to terms with everything and move on with my life and, you know... but I don't want to live where the Order was."

"I don't see why not," Draco said.

Harry sighed. "I don't know. I don't much want to talk about it."

He studied himself in the mirror for the first time in a while. His green eyes looked back at him steadily, shrewdly, as if they knew every thought process in his head, every decision he would ever make.

The eyes that Snape had wanted to see when he died.

Maybe it would mean more than that, to live in Grimmauld Place, Harry thought. It wasn't just about him and Sirius in the first place, anyway.

Maybe he should stop running away from his life.

Harry jerked out of his reverie to see Draco looking at him.

"What?"

"I said," Draco said, rolling his eyes, "does that mean you want me..."

"Of course," Harry said. "I mean, wasn't that implied?"

He was quiet for a moment, then he shut off the sink. The last few drops of water fell in an absolute, final sort of way.

"I always thought I'd move out after the summer, anyway. And it's the middle of August."

He laughed and grinned at Draco. "Should probably blast your face off the tapestry, while we're at it."

"Hey," Draco protested. Harry ruffled his blonde hair and ducked out of the bathroom before Draco could retaliate.

"Lucius," Narcissa said sharply.

She watched as he slowly and passive-aggressively lowered the Prophet.

"Yes?" he replied through gritted teeth.

"Lucius, you know I love you dearly," she said, softening her voice and sitting gently on the plush footrest Lucius had his feet on. He moved them.

"Go on."

"However," she said, "I have to inform you that I do put our child first. And shutting me out is just childish."

"Well," Lucius snapped, "maybe you shouldn't have let him out of the house right under my nose when I implicitly said I had things to discuss with him."

"Lucius, the harder you push Draco, the less he is going to bend to your will," Narcissa said, standing up and pulling the newspaper out of her husband's hands. She folded it crisply. "Don't be an idiot."

"What do you expect me to do?" Lucius demanded, looking up at her with a mixture of anger and confusion splayed across his features.

"I almost lost him," Narcissa hissed. "I almost lost you as well. Do you know what I went through to keep him safe? And now you're pushing him away! Your own child!"

"I'm not pushing anyone away," Lucius said slowly. "I'm trying to knock some sense into his skull. You may be content to --"

"Stop," Narcissa said. "I don't want to fight with you, Lucius. I just wanted to let you know you are fighting a losing battle, and you may lose the respect of your son in the process."

As she made to leave, he grabbed her by the wrist.

"I don't know what you want me to do," he said hoarsely. "I want to do the right thing for our family. But what is it?"

"If you want to do the right thing for your family," Narcissa said, "you will accept your family members for who they are."

"Please, Narcissa," Lucius said, turning in his seat and looking at her. "Do you really want our family line to die out, because Draco decided on a whim..."

"I've come to understand over the last year that there are more important things than blood," Narcissa replied, and exited the room, leaving her husband alone with the newspaper.

A/N: I hate to say this, but I'm going on vacation with my family for two weeks and we're leaving on Saturday, so this will be the last update for a while. Also, Justice is winding to a close as Harry and Draco move on with their lives together (I only ever planned it to follow them to the end of the summer.) However! I do like the whole storyline, and I'm definitely going to add to it with various oneshots and maybe even a triologilous (that's not a word, right?) sequel? Thirduel? tl;dr: The ending may be near, but never fear, for it's a comma and not a period. :)