I Do What I Want (Drarry)

Mistakes

           Arthur cleared his throat, quickly changing the subject. "You said that Narcissa saved you too?" He asked Harry.

            Harry nodded. "Yes. Voldemort had sent her to check on me and see if I was alive. She lied and told him that I was dead, which allowed for a couple things to happen. We would have lost the war if she had been honest with him."

            Arthur hummed in thought. He wasn't sure what to think about this. It was an unexpected development. "And Lucius?" He asked darkly.

            Draco looked down at his plate refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Harry shrugged. "I chose to defend him for personal reasons." That was all Harry was willing to say on the matter.

            "You mean you saved him for your friend." Ron said bitterly. Harry narrowed his eyes.

            "Jealousy is not becoming Ronald." Ron's ears flushed red and he glared. "No. Like I said earlier, Draco didn't ask me to do anything. I thought long and hard about saving Lucius. There is not one thing that you can bring up that I didn't think about. I wrestled with what to do for weeks. I thought of every reason under the sun as to why I should let him rot. But... ultimately I decided to protect him. It was my decision to do so. I will not go in details or explain those reasons. You can hate my choice and think me foolish but it will not change a thing."

            Arthur bristled with the fact that Harry wasn't going to tell them what made the man redeemable. He wanted to know why Harry had felt the need to speak out on behalf of the despicable man. He could understand Harry's reasoning regarding the Malfoy heir and his mother but Lucius Malfoy was a deatheater that actively fought on the opposite side of the war. Whether it was the first or second war, Lucius had been on you-know-who's side. The man had always been so far deep into the dark arts that he couldn't see clearly. What in the world would have possessed Harry to defend him?

            "So you aren't even going to tell us?" Ron demanded with a hurt tone to his voice. Harry raised both eyebrows in disbelief.

            "Why would I tell you guys anything? It isn't like you guys have been there for me. No. You don't get to treat me like I meant nothing to you and then with a simple apology think that gives you the right to demand answers. You didn't even apologize Ron so you aren't getting jack shite from me! I saved Lucius Malfoy for my own reasons that are none of your business!" Harry's voice rose in volume with each sentence.

            Molly and Arthur at least had the grace to look ashamed. Good, Harry thought vindictively. It wasn't even close to being acceptable but it was still nice to see. Hermione looked close to tears but Harry couldn't bother to care. Tears were nice and all but where were they when he was crying over their treatment? Where were they when he was questioning his self-worth after they abandoned him?  

            "You want me to apologize for saying the truth?" Ron asked astonished. "You should be the one apologizing for my face! Did you have to go all muggle? You could have just hexed me. I had to stay in the infirmary for hours because of you!" Ron bellowed raising his fists.  

            "The truth? You are barking mad. There was not an ounce of truth in the hogwash you were spewing! I will not apologize for hitting you. You were bang out of line and I would do it all over again if I had to." Harry said shooting daggers at Ron.

            Ron dropped his mouth open in surprise. "I don't believe this. Harry all I was saying was that Malfoy was a bloody deatheater. That isn't a lie! You can't even say he was a spy like Snape. There is nothing redeemable about Malfoy. He is nothing but a slimy git and murdering deatheater. He chose to become a deatheater. He wanted to be just like his precious daddy. He didn't deserve to be saved from Azkaban. He saved your life, big deal. We would've done it too. None of this explains how you can just let his treatment of you go." Ron spat out as his eyes lit in fury.