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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Making Plans

I got an interesting letter today, brought by a Ministry owl. I won�t bore you with the exact details. I will however tell you the most important parts.
My mother was arrested and the Manor is now mine.
It seems some anonymous witch or wizard had sent a good deal of incriminating evidence to the Ministry. The Aurors dragged her away last week.
Today, the Manor was cleaned out of Dark Arts relics and turned over to my possession.
Harry has, behind my back of all things, managed to have most of the Malfoy fortune turned over to me as well.
Apparently my efforts in the battle were not for nothing. Fighting on the side of light, as well as Dumbledore's testimony that I had turned in evidence on the activities of the Death Eaters months before the battle had gone a long way with the Ministry's personnel.

The Malfoy name might just be salvageable after all.
Not that I give a niffler�s arse one way or the other.
If I had lost everything I ever owned, if the Ministry had taken every last knut of my family's fortune, I wouldn't care one whit.
I�d still have Harry. And that's all that really matters to me.
However, since I did get the Manor back, there are a few childhood reminders that I would like to have with me; my first broom, my dragon collection, my chess set, as well as a few photos and various odds and ends.
I have asked Harry to accompany me while I gather these remnants of my mostly care-free childhood. I will likely not step foot in the Manor again for a very long time, and for some reason, I want Harry to see my home; see where I grew up.
I want to share this part of my past with him. Both the happy and not so happy parts of it.
I knew that he would agree to come with me; his latent Gryffindor curiosity wouldn't allow him to let the opportunity pass to roam through my father's house uninhibited.

I'd be disappointed if he did.
I mean, I would never turn down the opportunity to see Harry's childhood home. To meet those muggle relations of his. To see first hand the kind of people that would take an innocent child and lock him away in a cupboard and treat him like a slave.
No, that is one opportunity I would never pass up.
But I digress.
We aren't discussing Harry's past, or his home. We are discussing mine.
I wonder how different the place will look, how different it will feel without all of father's Dark Arts memorabilia.
I wonder if it will still feel like my home without it.
Not that it really matters, as I've said, I have no plans to live there ever again.
I will make my home with Harry.
Where ever that may be.
I really hope it's not in the muggle world, but I will adapt if that is what he wants.
It isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Harry took me to London yesterday.
After a couple of hours in which he dragged me through various shops, explaining the basic functions of most of the strange muggle objects, we went to a movie.
It was amazing. Like watching a wizard photo, only with sound and way more involved. Not to mention the size� Actually, it was nothing like a wizard photo. It was a million times better. I think that this proves that Voldemort was wrong. If for no other reason, muggles should be allowed to exist to make movies. Harry says they do something similar called television and you can even have it in your own house.
If we do end up in the muggle world, I want the biggest television money can buy. And popcorn. And something called Pepsi as well. We had that at the movie house.
We met up with Weasley and Granger at a nice little restaurant where we had dinner and caught up on each other's lives. Granger showed off her engagement ring and Weasley turned six shades of red when Harry told him that it had taken him long enough to finally ask her.
Harry disappeared briefly while the rest of us enjoyed a cup of coffee, but he wasn't gone for long, and he was strangely happy when he came back, so where ever it was that he went; whatever it was he was doing, I cannot find fault in it. Not even for leaving me alone with Weasley and soon-to-be-Mrs. Weasley.
I've missed seeing Harry's smile.
Mind you he has gotten better in recent days. His night time wanderings have come to an end. He has taken a more active role in our love making once again, and sometimes, like in the restaurant yesterday, he smiles.
I could live on those smiles.
They light up a room. No matter what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling, a smile from Harry will always get me to smile in return. It's like he projects his feelings onto me, wraps them around me and makes them my own.
I can hardly remember who I was before Harry, what I felt before he bestowed that first dazzling smile on my unworthy self.
And I was unworthy at the time.
Seven years of being a hateful little twat to him and his friends would be a hard thing for anyone to overcome, but Harry did it easily. All it took was a little kindness from me, a few comforting but heartfelt words, and a warm embrace when he needed someone to hold him so badly that even I, his long time rival, was welcome to do so.
I still can't believe all the years I'd wasted trying to get him to notice me by being hateful to him when all I needed to do was treat him with a modicum of respect and act like a human being.
Of course, I have my father to thank for thank for that.
Mostly.
It was his views on the world in which I live that I parroted to anyone and everyone who would listen. His prejudices became my own and were so deeply ingrained that even now I find myself having to stop and think about whether my opinions are my own or Lucius' before I speak.
Some nights I lay awake, watching Harry as he sleeps quietly in my arms, and I wonder if I will ever truly be free of Lucius� upbringing. If the day will come when I can speak my mind without having to censor my father�s bigotry out of my speech first.
I wonder if I will ever be completely free of my father and what it meant to be a Malfoy.
Sometimes I wake up alone and for one terrifying moment, I think it�s all been a dream. A beautiful, wonderful, magnificent, dream in which Harry and I were in love, the Dark Lord was dead, and I had my whole life to look forward to.
Then I want to cry because it was only a dream and I want it to be real so badly that it hurts.
Then Harry will come back into the room, fresh from his shower and he�ll smile at me.
And all I can think of is how bloody lucky I am to have him, and that I will never, ever let him go. Then I usually drag him back into the bed and make taking another shower a necessity.
Thinking of this reminds me, there is one other thing I need to get from the Manor. When I was a boy, my grandmother on my father�s side gave me my grandfather�s wedding ring. She told me that one day, I would have need of it. That I would find someone worthy to wear it.
Mother always said that Gran had the Sight. I guess now I now what she meant.
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