Potter!

The Golden Trio

Surprisingly, Draco was the first to pull away from the hug, his tears now drying and his mind calming. Harry Potter stood in front of him, the feel of his body against Draco's leaving a lasting warmth that he liked.

Harry smiled so fondly at Draco in that moment he could've leaned in and kissed him. But he fought off those thoughts like he had the last time they had been close to each other.

"I'm not going to kill you, Malfoy, " Harry breathed.
"That would make me as bad as him wouldn't it?"

Draco nodded slowly, noticing Hermione and Ron coming into view over Harry's shoulder.

Following Draco's gaze, he whipped round and grinned at the two before running and hugging them, bringing them close to him. Draco was almost jealous.

Hermione peered at him over Harry's shoulder, so he turned away, embarrassed that the Malfoy heir may have dried tears still staining his flushed cheeks. He used his torn sleeve to wipe his face and ran a pale hand through his sweaty out of place hair.

When he looked again Hermione was walking towards him, with Ron following cautiously as though Draco would jinx his girlfriend after he'd just helped save the wizarding world.

Hermione smiled at him a little, "Thank you for saving my life, Malfoy."
Ron looked at her unbelievably and then back to Draco where he scowled. Some things never change.

"No problem," Draco said hoarsely, forcing a tiny smile which might have looked odd but at least it was there.

Hermione took this as a good sign and flung her arms around him, much to Ron's shock.
Taken aback, Draco glanced at Harry, who was just laughing from beside them. He admired his laugh, and wondered why he'd never heard such a beautiful sound before.

"And that's for throwing Harry your wand." Hermione breathed in his ear.

Seconds later she let go and turned to Ron.
"Ronald." she said expectantly.

Ron huffed, still staring at Malfoy as though he'd just killed his family. Although of course it was partly his fault that Fred was dead, Professor Lupin and his wife, Tonks...

Draco hung his head in disgust at himself and whispered, "I'm sorry" in his hoarse voice.

Harry had stopped laughing and was staring at him again, his green eyes sparkling in the morning sun.
"Did Draco Malfoy just apologise to us??" he looked around at his friends questioningly, a smile forming on his face which Draco thought was stunning.

Hermione and Harry burst out laughing, and even Ron smiled. Draco watched them, biting his lip to keep back a smile.
They noticed his small smile and Hermione took his arm, as well as Ron's, "Come on, let's get back inside."

Draco felt like he was part of something at that moment. Something good, not the death eaters or his family at Malfoy Manor, they never seemed to fit him. It was a good feeling. Why didn't he ever follow his heart back then, a few years ago, then maybe he could've felt like this for longer. Although he supposed the dark lord would've still forced him to become a death eater, and it would've been all the more painful to hurt the people around him.

Harry stayed back, "There's just something I need to do."

He drew out the elder wand from his pocket, staring at it with no emotion. One would've thought having that much power in his hand, he would stare at it with some sort of lust.

"Are you going to keep it?" Ron exclaimed.

Harry looked at Ron almost disbelievingly, "Of course not, Ron."

"Did you even hear what happened to the brother in the story, it can't bring any good," Hermione was ever the voice of reason.

Harry gazed at them all, standing there with him, his eyes connecting with Draco's silvery orbs and seeing the fear in his eyes, snapped the wand in too.

"What are you doing?" Ron gasped.

Harry proceeded to throw the wand into the chasm below, piece by piece. The threat had gone.
"Voldemort made a mistake," Harry whispered staring out over the mountains beyond.
"Snape killed Dumbledore. But he didn't disarm him. The elder wand was not Snape's."

Draco could see where Harry was going with this and his grip on Hermione's are tightened a little.

"You disarmed Dumbledore that night, Malfoy." Harry turned and stared at him. His stares were always intense, it made Draco's stomach fluttery.

"But I'm glad he didn't find that out, because then you'd be where Snape is now." Harry let a small tear slip from his eye and trickle down his grey face.
Draco admired that Harry had just admitted he hadn't wanted him to die.

"But still, it wasn't yours in the final battle." Harry was looking at the ground now, "I disarmed you at Malfoy Manor."

"So it was yours?" Ron gasped, "Mate, you could've used that!"

"What would I need it for, Ron? I want to get a new wand from Ollivanders, one that isn't connected to any dark wizards in any way." he chuckled.

"You did the right thing, Harry," Hermione smiled, "Come on, they're bound to wonder where their saviour has got to."

Draco could've never imagined walking with the golden trio back to hogwarts that day, or any day. But as it happened, he had never felt more at home.