Who Am I, Really? (Drarry)

Chapter Twenty-One: A Family?

            Harry couldn't help but smile to himself as he sat on the couch with Justin and Draco. After brunch this morning, Draco had elected to stay and watch a movie with them. Justin, who had been raised in a wizarding household, was just as fascinated with the TV as Draco was. It took all of his willpower not to laugh at the two.

Today they were watching a tragicomedy, and Draco was fighting back tears as Justin openly wept.

Harry sighed contentedly. This wasn't what he'd pictured his family to be like, but now that he had it, he wouldn't wish it away, no matter what. He wouldn't trade Justin for Draco's memories; he'd thought long and hard about it. He couldn't. He already loved the boy more fiercely than he thought he could love another human being. It was different than how he loved Draco but just as powerful.

In his dreams, he hadn't thought he'd be divorced from the man he loved most, but here he was. At least they were on good terms, friends even. He spent almost as much time with Justin as Harry did, and between the two of them, they had curbed any behavioral issues they'd discovered. It seemed that Justin flourished in stability. Draco took him out three nights a week for dinner like clockwork.

It'd been almost a year since Draco lost him memories. After the New Year, to be exact. Harry didn't know what he'd do on the day of or how he was supposed to get through Christmas. Draco might still be, actually most probably was, still invited to Christmas at the Burrow. He was on good terms with everyone there – Mrs. Weasly had wept the entire time he had visited for the first time after the accident, brought back by Pansy and Ron.

Harry glanced back at the man, who had lost the battle and was now laughing as he cried. He wanted nothing more than to wrap Draco in a hug but knew he couldn't.

Draco had rekindled relationships with all those he'd cared about before, much to everyone's surprise. Or relief. Everyone missed the old Draco, but they'd all come to love the new Draco as well. He was just as witty and funny, even if he was sharper than he had been before.

The movie ended with the death they had all seen coming, and Harry switched off the TV. "How was it?" he asked, stretching.

"That was so stupid!" Justin cried, crossing his arms. "Why'd he have to die?"

"Because people die sometimes," Draco told him. "You know that."

"Well, this was a movie, so they shouldn't have killed anyone off." Justin huffed and stomped to his room.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry. "Children."

"I know. I remember when he was just a wee lad and -."

"Hop off it, Potter," Draco laughed, throwing a pillow at him. Harry deftly caught it.

Harry smiled. "Want another cup of coffee before you go?"

Draco returned the grin. "You know I do."

"You probably have a caffeine issue," Harry said as he turned to the kitchen.

"Oh, without a doubt, I do. No way around that one." Draco leaned against the counter as Harry started the coffee pot. "Did I really use to only drink tea?"

"Oh god, yes. You used to tell me all the time that coffee was going to kill me! It was a battle royal to get this damn coffee maker into the house. But to be fair, I spent an absurd amount of money on it." He smiled at the memory.

"Speaking of money, have you looked over the budget for the foster care reform?"

"Yea. Are you sure you want to donate that much to the project outright? We have fundraisers planned and -."

Draco cut him off. "No, I'm positive. I need to do this."

"Alright, then. It has my approval then."

"Good." Draco sounded relieved to Harry. "I'll send the word over to Maisie."

"Maisie?" Harry sounded strangled even to himself. Jealousy rolled around in him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I hired a personal assistant. Calm yourself, Potter." He smiled softly to lessen the blow of being called his last name.

"Oh." Harry couldn't think of anything else to say and was relieved when the coffee maker went off. He busied himself pouring two mugs just the way they each like it. They sat down at the table.

"How's Luna?" Harry found himself asking.

Draco grinned and raised his eyebrow at Harry. "This isn't a trick to get a second divorce, is it?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I spoke to Luna last week; we went out for lunch."

"Good. She's good. I'm moving out tomorrow, though. I need my own place. I've intruded enough. And now that she and Ginny are together, I feel like the third wheel all the time."

Ginny had finally declared her feeling for her best friend last month, and no one had been surprised when Luna reciprocated them. Harry nodded. "That's good."

"Cat got your tongue, Potter?"

It was so Malfoy-like that Harry was thrown back in time to school. "You wish, Malfoy."

Both men held the other's gaze before they both burst into laughter. "God, we were little shits in school, weren't we?"

Harry nodded emphatically. "The worst. It was a brawl-on-sight type of thing for sure."

"Do you remember when Hermione punched me? She still hasn't apologized for that, even though I've apologized to her!"

"Because you deserved it!"

Draco rubbed his face in remembered pain. "Still, that fucker hurt."

They chatted about their school days as they sat, time having given their antics a sense of hilarity.

When Draco got up to leave, Harry's fingers itched to pull him back, but instead, he let the other man go. He had to.

Cleaning up the mugs by hand, Harry realized he was happy, or as happy as he could be. He knew deep in his heart that Draco was the great love of his life, and he wasn't interested in a pale imitation.

"Dad?" Justin had come into the kitchen.

"Yes?"

Justin shifted from foot to foot before saying, "I'm sorry I made it so Draco doesn't love you anymore. I know I've told you before, but I see how you look at him."

Harry turned towards the boy, set down the cups, and wrapped his arms around Justin. "I know you are, but I got you out of the deal. So try not to worry about it. Draco and I are okay. Remember, we're the adults here, not you. So don't try to be."

Justin nodded against Harry's chest. He hadn't quite hit his growth spurt yet. "I can't help it."

"I know. Maybe speak to Althea about it when you see her next."

"Okay. Now let go of me, please." He squirmed out of Harry's grasp.

Harry laughed. Things were finally okay again.