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Happy Endings Are Stories That Haven't Ended Yet: Chapter 4

Draco colored absentmindedly on a piece of paper as his mother watched him with a worried look. Narcissa had been quiet and withdrawn since she had showed up a week before, but she always paid special attention to her son. Draco bit his lip when he realized he had once again been drawing a lightning bolt and let the pen drop out of his hand. Finally he looked up.

"What are we going to do now, mother?" He asked quietly, frowning when Narcissa jumped in surprise.

"I…I'm not sure, dear," she whispered, taking his hand. She had been hesitant to touch him due to his injuries. Andromeda had assured her many times that Draco was fine and healing and that it would take her rolling him out of the bed to hurt him, but Narcissa still tended to sit back from the bed.

"Are we going to stay with Andromeda?" Draco asked, trying to get his mother to keep talking. Narcissa bit her lip before nodding.

"For as long as she'll keep us… We have no other place to go, Draco. The ministry has taken over our accounts at Gringotts and the last of the Black gold was left to my sister and Teddy. Or…" she trailed off, her eyes flicking to the doorway.

"Or who, mother?" Draco asked, his eyes straining to see since he still couldn't move his neck.

"Whatever Sirius had was left to…to Harry Potter." They were both quiet for a bit, Draco trying to think of how to comfort his mother.

"Well, I'm sure Aunt Andy would be okay with us staying here until I get back on my feet!" He flinched. "Well, figuratively getting back on my feet." He stared at his useless legs in distain as his mother started crying again. "Mother, it's going to be okay. We'll figure something out. We always have before."

"I always wanted so much more for you, Draco," Narcissa whispered, turning her head away from her son's ice blue eyes as she squeezed his hand. "I never wanted you to join him. I had hoped your father would be out, away from these horrible people far before you were old enough to join. I never wanted this for you, my love."

"I know, mother," Draco whispered, growling in frustration for not being able to get up and comfort his mother. Instead, he gripped her hand tightly in both of his and tried to convey as much love in his eyes as possible. "I know you didn't, and I know you did everything in your power to protect me. But now it's my turn. We're going to figure out what to do and we'll be okay because we're Blacks and that's what we do best." Narcissa bit her lip, nodding her head as she wiped away her tears.

"I love you, Draco, don't you ever forget that," she whispered as she brushed the blonder hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead.


Harry stared at the ceiling above him, trying to convince his racing mind that it still needed sleep. It was late, that he could tell, and the house was silent. The dim light in from the hallway had long since gone out, and even baby Teddy hadn't cried lately. He headache had finally stopped but his joints ached in a way that he was sure was begging for sleep. With a sigh, he sat up and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. He made a note to ask Andromeda or someone to cut if for him soon since it was getting a bit ridiculous. With a groan Harry rose to his feet and popped his shoulders. He opened his door and walked into the hallway, hoping someone was up.

He wasn't sure what made him stop outside Draco's door. He stood with his forehead resting against the cool wood, much as he had with the Room of Requirements. With a last deep breath he knocked softly on the door, figuring it would be in vain.

"Come in," a quiet voice on the other side called, causing Harry to gasp in surprise. He cleared his throat and opened the door just enough to slip in.

"Um, hi…" Harry said quietly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He slowly crossed the room and lowered himself into a chair, hissing as his hips popped in protest.

"You sound like an old man, Potter," Draco whispered, his eyes trained on the ceiling. Harry let out a small laugh as he slouched down in the chair.

"At this point, I feel like an old man. Um, how are you?" Draco snorted, rolling his eyes slightly before the ice blue spheres landed back on Harry.

"I've been better. You wouldn't believe how stiff you could get not being able to move for a month. It's rather uncomfortable." Harry bit his lip, letting his head fall so his eyes were trained on his hands. Throughout the war that had been so many people hurt or killed for him. There had been so many people that he himself had hurt, Draco being one of them. He had always felt guilty about how thing had to be, had always tried to argue that it was for the greater good. But now he couldn't shake the feeling that he had ruined another person's life. A person who hadn't had much in the first place.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, ashamed of the sob that escaped his throat. "I'm so, so sorry Draco." And then he was crying harder than he'd ever cried before. "I didn't mean to let you go! I tried to hold on for as long as I could! You must hate now and I can't blame you. I'm so, so sorry."

Draco watched with wide eyes as Harry curled in on himself at the chair next to his bed. His green eyes were red from crying and his too thin body shook with sobs. Draco cursed the body bide again as he tried in vain to reach out to Harry.

"Harry, it's okay," Draco whispered, sighing when he realized Harry couldn't hear him over his crying. "Harry. Harry! Potter!"

Harry let out a chocked gasp as he sucked in a deep breath and stopped his sobbing. He gasped a couple more times, still looking at his hands. He finally looked up when Draco had managed to stretch his arm out far enough to touch Harry's knee.

"Look at me," Draco whispered, and Harry couldn't stop himself from clinching his eyes shut as he thought of Snape, dying alone in the boat house but not before he let Harry know his darkest secrets. "Harry, please, just look at me," Draco whispered again. With a shuttering breath Harry looked up.

"I don't blame you," Draco said, dragging out his words to prove his point. Harry smothered another sob as Draco squeezed his knee. "I could just as easily be dead and you saved me." Harry shook his head frantically.

"No I didn't! I've forced you into being in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. How is that saving you?" Draco smiled sadly.

"I'd rather be in a wheelchair than be dead, Harry. I'm out…even if some other Death Eater decides to take over the ranks, they'd never take me back like this. Mother and I are out and safe. True we don't have everything put together yet, but being a little unsure and poor is better than being dead or stuck with the Death Eaters any day. Don't blame yourself. I think you've got enough guilt on your shoulders without adding me there too."

Both boys were quiet for a long time. Harry continued to wrap his arms around himself tightly as his whole body shook. Draco watched him with sad eyes, not for the first time admiring how attractive the boy who lived was. Even after six months on the run, a few days of being held captive, a horrendous battle where he was forced to defeat the Dark Lord, and a week in the hospital suffering from multiple seizures, Harry Potter had never looked more beautiful to Draco Malfoy. It was easy to tell he was tired and fighting to stay awake. Draco had always admired how strong Harry had been and it was odd to see this rock just break down for once. Biting his lip, Draco pulled back his blanket.

"Come here," he whispered, gesturing to the bed when Harry looked up. Harry looked up with wide eyes. This was something he had always dreamed about the past few years; crawling in bed with Draco Malfoy. Of course this wasn't exactly how he expected things to happen. He definitely never expected Draco to be paralyzed and Harry didn't expect to be crying like a little girl. But it was some kind of affection and he'd take something over nothing.

Harry stood on shay legs, his knees popping as he stood. He wobbled slightly as he took the two steps to the bed and crawled in.

"I don't want to hurt you more," he whispered as he perched on the edge of the bed. Draco bit his lip trying to figure out how they were going to do this.

"You just have to move me over a bit so you'll fit," he finally said logically. Harry sighed as carefully pushed Draco over a bit and rearranged him on the pillow.

"Like this?" Harry asked as he curled up next to Draco, his head resting on the blonde's shoulder.

"Just like this," Draco whispered, wrapping his arm awkwardly around Harry. Harry sighed as he closed his eyes, taking in the smell of potions and cleaning spells that seemed to ooze from Draco's clothes. He absently drew shapes on Draco's stomach with his fingers as Draco stared out the window.

"I've wanted to do this forever," Harry whispered just as he was falling asleep. Draco looked at him with a small smile on his face.

"Me too, Scarehead," he whispered back as he, too, fell asleep. Harry was gone when he woke up.


"So what do I need to say to them?" Harry asked Minerva a few days later as he sipped at his tea. "Do I talk about the horcruxes? Or do I just tell them that it was our wands. I mean, I don't know what happened to the Elder Wand when I passed out. I had hoped to destroy it but obviously I didn't have time…"

"I found the wand and had it destroyed, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said quietly, looking up from the Daily Prophet. Harry hadn't been able to force himself to read the paper yet.

"Oh. Good. Um, yeah, so what do I say?" He fidgeted slightly, finally sitting on his hands to keep him from tapping his fingers on the table. He had already been yelled at twice for doing so.

"Keep the horcruxes to yourself," She said, taking a sip of her tea. Harry nodded in agreement, waiting for more. "Other than that, tell the truth. Tell them that your wands were brothers and that's why it had to be you. As for your camping trip, make something up about needing more practice and that's why you went away for six months. Give them what they want but keep enough to yourself to be mysterious. I'm sure you'll be fine." With that Minerva stood up and left the room.


Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. He was so stressed about his meeting with the ministry that he repeatedly kept giving himself headaches. He squeezed the bridge of his nose, threw back the rest of his tea and shakily got to his feet. He climbed up the stairs, pausing when he heard voices.

"We don't have any other choice, mother!" Draco hissed, and Harry took another step back down the stairs to keep hidden. "Father pissed away our money and what's left the ministry has! I don't know if you know this or not but I'm crippled. And that's going to take a bit of money to deal with that we don't have. And if I can't ask him, then we have no one else to ask!"

"I'll get a job. I'll work something out. Don't stoop as low as to rely on him to save you know, Draco!" Narcissa hissed back.

"And where are they going to hire the wife of a Death Eater, huh? What skills do you have that are going to make you so special that someone will hire you even though they know who you are, what this family has done?" Harry heard something shatter against the wall and he wondered who had thrown the glass. "I'm not going to be the cripple kid living in the streets because you're too proud to ask for help!"

Harry flinched when he heard the slap, knowing Draco had pushed his mother too far. He took two more steps down before walking back up as Narcissa came flying out of her sons room. She glared at him as the stormed past, never saying a word. With a deep breath, Harry finished climbing the stairs and paused at Draco's doorway before knocking.

"Who is it?" Draco called quietly and Harry could tell he was crying.

"Scarhead," He called back and he heard Draco snort.

"Come in."

Years ago, when they were first or second years, Harry would have loved to see Draco put in his place by his mother. He would have loved to see maybe even a fraction of what he went through at the Dursley's happen to Draco. But now, looking at the already broken boy on the bed, his heart broke. Draco's usually pale skin was almost translucent and the big red handprint on his right cheek stood out clearly.

"It doesn't normally hurt when she slaps me," Draco whispered, quietly, his hand moving to handprint on his face. "I mean, as long as I move my head with the slap and don't just stand there and take it. But since I can't move my neck until next week, I kind of had to sit here and take it."

Harry sighed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and took Draco's hand.

"I mean, she's right. I was raised to be proud and stand up for myself and to never rely on anyone else. But I can't do it on my own now and I don't think she realizes that. She's already been through so much, I don't want to keep pushing her…" Draco sniffled as he adverted his eyes.

"But haven't you been through too much, too," Harry said, giving Draco a sad smile. "She's supposed to be the adult in this situation. She's supposed to take care of you. She can't just slap you and run away every time something goes wrong. You're much too pretty for red cheeks all the time."

"I could ask the same of you," Draco said, causing Harry to look up in question. "You're just a kid yourself. Who's been looking after you? Who's been taking care of you? Mainly they were just raising you like a pig going to slaughter. You deserved better than that."

"If it makes you feel any better," Harry said, clearing his throat to hid the crack in his voice. "The witches and wizards were far nicer than the muggles I lived with. At least the witches and wizards didn't slap me around, withhold food, and force me to do manual labor even when I was too sick to do so. There was prophecy about me before I was even born, Draco. This was what I was here for. I saved a ton of lives, and ruined some in the process. To be perfectly honest, I never expected to survive the war, so now I have no idea what to do with my time." The two boys sat in silence for a long time, neither looking the other in the eye.

"I'm glad you survived…" Draco finally whispered. Harry smiled but didn't comment.


AN: I hope this will hold you over for a little bit. Classes start back up tomorrow-boo! I hope you liked it and please review.