A/N: Here's the end, folks. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you like the future Draco's decided on for himself. Thank you all so much for reading, and I hope to entertain you again soon.

This is Harry/Draco, post-Hogwarts, though the slash content is extremely light. There are very vague suggestions of other relationships as well.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The magical door in this is based on a door from Howl's Moving Castle, so it's not my idea, as cool as it is, but Diana Wynne Jones's.

Dedication: To Foodie, who still betas me despite my predilection for slash, and for FionaFawkes, who read and reviewed every single chapter, and gave me such excellent feedback. Also, for everyone who's read and loved my Harry/Draco. This one's for you.


Draco loved summer. It always felt like a new beginning. What better day to start his new life, he thought, as his car turned down the street to Harry's house, than the first day of summer? Home. He was going home. He couldn't wait to see Harry's face. In fact, he didn't want to wait any longer. He'd walk it. It would almost be faster. And at least then, he'd have something to occupy himself.

"Stop here," he told the driver. "I'll walk the rest of the way." The car came to a halt, and Draco got out and walked past two houses before turning onto the walk of Harry's home. It seemed strange that it had only been three months since he had last seen it. It felt like it had been forever. But it had been a good three months. He'd gotten a lot accomplished. He couldn't wait to show it all to Harry.

He knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately. "Here's the…" Harry had money in his hand, but when he saw Draco, the hand froze in mid-motion. "Draco?"

Draco smiled. "Delivery?"

Harry nodded, a bemused expression on his face. "Yeah, Lucius got an O yesterday, so we thought we'd take the day off. Cooking and everything." He looked at Draco for a long moment. "What are you doing here?" He shook his head. "Not that it's not nice to see you, of course…"

"I have something to show you. If Remus can spare you, that is…"

"Sure." Harry stepped back. "Come on in, let me talk to Remus for a moment, and you can see your father…"

"Sure." Draco stepped inside, feeling a bit out of place for a moment before the feeling of 'home' came rushing back at him. He wondered if he could have ever possibly imagined that he'd want to come back here when he'd first arrived. But now, even after three months away, he just couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

Harry led the way to the kitchen, where Remus and Lucius were setting table. "Is something wrong? Did you need more money?" Remus asked when Harry entered the room empty-handed. Then he saw Draco following. "Draco?"

Lucius turned at Remus's exclamation. "Draco, what a pleasant surprise. I was beginning to think you'd fallen off the face of the earth. I assume Shacklebolt told you my score?"

"No, I really had no idea. I've been rather out of contact with just about everyone the last few months, I've been so busy. Congratulations." He held out a hand. Lucius approached him and shook it. They were nearly of a height, now, and Draco knew that within a few months, Lucius would be taller than him once more. It had been nice while it lasted, he supposed.

"Thank you. Perhaps you'd like to join us? I'm sure Harry ordered enough for an army. He always does."

"Actually, I'm here to spirit him away. I have something to show him." He turned to Remus. "If that's all right with you, Remus, that is."

Remus smiled. "I'm sure I can deal with your father on my own for a bit. Will you be returning with Harry?"

Draco smiled, "Quite." He would have said more, but he didn't want to give too much away yet. "Shall we, Harry?"

"Here's the money for the food, Remus. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Have fun," Remus replied as he put the money in a pocket.

Lucius smiled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't, boys…"

Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry flushed. "Come on, Harry. My car's waiting."

"Car? You drove?" Harry asked, surprised.

"No. I have a driver. I'm still working on my license."

They got out to the car, and Draco climbed in, then scooted over so Harry could sit beside him. "Nice, hm?"

Harry nodded. Draco had found the Bentley at an auction he'd been attending as a seller, and hadn't been able to resist. It was a near-black green, and the interior leather was all white, with smoke-grey carpeting. "I didn't want to wait before I got my license to use it, so I hired myself a driver."

Harry was still looking around, wide-eyed. "You had enough money to buy this?" he asked, amazed.

Draco laughed. "The Malfoys never lose everything, Harry. We always know how to squirrel something away, just in case."

"Right. So…where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. You'll see when we get there."

"Not even a hint?'

"Only if you want to spoil the surprise…"

Harry rolled his eyes, but said, "Fine," in an amused voice. He glanced out the window, but they were already out of the city, and there wasn't much to be seen, so he looked back at Draco. "So you've been working on this little surprise for three months?"

"Maybe. I had to do something with my time, after all…" Draco said, grinning at him.

Harry stiffened and looked away. "You could have stayed with us…"

"Would things have changed, Harry?"

"What do you mean? Things were fine as they were."

Draco shook his head. "No they weren't. We were both miserable. I've missed you, but at least I haven't had to wonder if this was the day you were going to get sick of me…"


"No. Harry—I…I thought about you a lot these last few months. Trying to figure out a way to prove to you that I knew what I wanted—you. But every time I came up with something, I realized you'd find a way to prove that meant nothing. Pansy's out of my life, but that was out of my control so that doesn't count. I haven't ever wanted anyone else but the two of you, and certainly not since I became your ward this past year. But I knew you'd just say that it was proximity that made the difference there, not that I wanted you specifically. You always manage to counter every argument I have. It's not fair." Draco looked out the window, flustered and a bit upset, and realizing he sounded a bit petulant. "I don't know if there is a way to convince you, Harry."

He heard Harry sigh beside him. "I'm not someone who has an easy time getting close to people, Draco. Probably the only reason I have friends at all is because they're so tenacious. As for my love-life, I've never had much luck. It's hard to open up to others when you don't know where to begin."

"You could let me try," Draco said, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

Harry seemed to fold in on himself at that. "I don't know if I could handle it, Draco…"

"Was the kiss that bad?"

"God, no…"

"My turn, then." Draco leaned towards him, sliding his hand behind Harry's head so he couldn't just pull away. "You're not going anywhere," Draco whispered, then moved that final inch remaining between them and kissed him.

It was nothing and everything like he remembered. Harry's mouth was just soft enough, a slight roughness that Draco tried to smooth down with the tip of his tongue. When Harry's mouth opened with a gasp at the contact, Draco slid his tongue inside, tasting Harry for the first time. He tasted the coffee Harry had drunk that morning, and a nutty flavor—peanuts, perhaps. Harry's tongue responded to Draco's, and it was all Draco could do not to climb into Harry's lap.

When he pulled away, Harry's eyes stayed closed for a long moment. "So?" he asked, terrified that Harry would pull away again.

Dark green eyes opened, and Harry looked at him as though he wanted to devour him. "Come here."

Draco grinned. "Gladly." He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and climbed onto Harry's lap, barely catching a breath before they were pressed together the heat of their arousal palpable between them. Harry had his head at an angle, lapping at Draco's lip, and biting it.

Harry pulled away. "Are you sure about this, Draco?"

Draco ground into his lap, showing him just how sure he was, and noticing that Harry wasn't much better off. "Yes, damn it, now kiss me."

"What about the driver?"

"He'll be fine. He knows where we're going…"

"No, I mean, what if he watches?"

"We'd better give him a good show, then," Draco whispered in his ear, licking along the outside of the ear before closing his teeth around the fleshy bit. "He'll have to find his own way of working off his interest, though. I'm not inclined to share."

"Draco!" Harry managed with a bit of a squeak. "I'm not putting on a show for the driver."

Draco sighed. "Then why did you want me over here?"

Harry flushed. "I'd forgotten where we were, actually."

Draco smirked, and leaned in close to Harry to whisper, "Good."

He settled on Harry's lap with his head on his shoulder, and spent the rest of the ride just touching or occasionally kissing Harry. It was bliss.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Draco climbed out of the car, then helped Harry out before turning to the driver. "We'll be fine from here. Thank you."

The driver nodded, and the car pulled away.

"Um, Draco…"

"Yes, Harry?"

"If we don't have the car, how will I get home?"

Draco grinned. "Don't you trust me?"

Harry sighed. "Of course I do, Draco, but…"

Draco put a hand to his mouth. "Then stop worrying, and let me show you what we've come to see." He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and turned him so he could see the sign only two feet away. The Potter-Malfoy Orphanage and Wizarding Museum.

Harry's eyes went wide. "Draco?"

"Yes, Harry?" Draco said, not even bothering to hide the smirk at Harry's surprise.

"What is this?"

"What does it look like?"

"Well…It looks like Malfoy Manor, but…"


"You turned it into an orphanage?" Harry said, turning back to Draco with a look of amazement on his face.

Draco nodded. "It's what I've been working on since I saw you last. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Harry laughed. "I think you're amazing, Draco."

Draco blushed. "Thank you. It's still got a ways to go, but the structural changes have been finished, and I've gotten the okay from the Minister. He's even appointed me a governmental staff—just a secretary at the moment, but still…"

Harry pulled him into a hug. "I don't know what to say, Draco. You have no idea what this means to me…"

"I might have some. Harry, if you hadn't taken me on, no one would have bothered. This doesn't even go halfway towards repaying that. It's about time this Manor was put to better use."

Harry kissed him, too overcome to say anything else.

Then Draco offered to show him around. The main part of the Manor on the first and second floors had been turned into display areas for the Museum. Most of the walls were blank, and the cases stood empty, but Draco assured him he already had several things that would be arriving soon, as well as a curator who would be able to deal with the upkeep.

The back of the house, and the East and West wings had been turned into the orphanage. The double beds in the guest rooms had been taken away and replaced with singles, and the main dining hall had been turned into a cafeteria for the children. The ballroom had been turned into a play area, with Muggle as well as Magical toys of all sorts lined up against the walls, just waiting for children to come and claim them.

"And I've got a governess and an administrator who will handle most of the needs of the children. The house-elves will be in heaven watching after them and cleaning and cooking for them. It's perfect," he smiled at Harry once they'd finished the tour.

"It really is amazing, Draco. I can't believe all the work you've managed in three months. When do the children start arriving?"

"Well, the Ministry is aware, of course, so they'll keep their eyes out for me, and I know of at least three children who should be arriving within a week." He paused, unsure how Harry would take his plans for Muggle children, but plowed ahead. "And I've got people in the Muggle government looking for orphans as well. No more Tom Riddles if I can help it."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, sounding a bit concerned.

"Well, I've told them to look for children who seem to have magical abilities, and test them. If they find any, they're to bring them here." Harry looked as though he wanted to disagree with this idea, but Draco pressed on with it. "I'm not taking children from their families, Harry. Just the ones who don't have any. If they have to go without their families, at least they can grow up knowing what magic is."

"I suppose. It's just a bit dangerous, Draco. What if someone goes overboard? They see a kid they're sure is magical, and takes them away, not realizing that the child isn't an orphan for whatever reason, or worse, not caring? It could happen."

"That's why we'll be here, Harry. We'll interview the children personally. Does that help you feel better?"

"Me?" Harry said, surprised.

"Yes, you. Your name's on the plaque. Or weren't you paying attention?"

"But it's so far from my house, Draco…"

Draco grinned. "One more thing to show you." He moved off to the third floor staircase, which housed the old servants' quarters, the owlry, and the attic. Harry followed quickly behind.

"I've been working with someone Kingsley pointed me to in the Department of Mysteries. They helped me develop a spell. I hope you'll like it." He waved towards the door just off the stairwell. "Go on, open it," he smiled.

Harry looked at him warily, but moved to the door, twisting the knob and opening it cautiously. His eyes grew wide when he saw what was on the other side. "My house!" He turned to Draco. "Did you have it modeled after mine or…"

"Harry?" Remus's voice came from the door leading to the kitchen. He opened the door, Lucius following behind. "That was fast. I didn't expect you back for at least another hour."

Harry stared at him for a moment, then turned to Draco. "How…?"

"I told you. I got help. There's a simple password that will let you chose which place the front door opens into when you're in the house. But this way, no traveling," he smiled.

Harry blinked at him for a moment, then threw his arms around him. "You really are amazing, Draco."

Lucius sniffed. "Must you do that in front of decent people, Potter?"

"I'm thinking we'll be doing more than this," Harry murmured in Draco's ear, making him shiver at the air whispering across it.

"Promise?" he smiled.

"Oh, definitely." They made their way down the hallway as Lucius stepped out into the Manor, and glanced down the stairwell.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, what have you done to the Manor?" they heard his outraged voice shriek before they closed the door of Harry's room behind them.

The End