Fallen Cherry Blossom Chapter 7-12, a harry potter fanfic

Gomen ne; I f'd up the chapter numbering. It's fixed now so enjoy all! I also edited it a bit more but nothing plot wise has changed.

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy Dearies!

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own Harry Potter but JKR does.

~~~~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 7********~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry watched as Draco and Narcissa left the hospital room before he turned back to Alice. "Alice, I need you to take me through that night one more time in as much detail as you can." Alice nodded, knowing Lord Potter had waited for Draco to leave so he wouldn't become even more upset when Alice explained what happened that night again.

Alice sat back down in the chintz armchair Narcissa had conjured earlier. "Alright, it was about 10:30 when two men, who identified themselves as Aurors Ron Weasely and Seamus Finnegan came into my establishment. One of the reasons I took them and the forged papers they gave me seriously was because they were in official red Auror robes.

I must admit I was surprised when they explained why Draco was there; it had been many years since someone was ordered via the courts to repay a debt by any means available to them. While many people get into the sex trade to pay back debts it is generally by their choice not court orders.

I feel terrible that I didn't press them harder but Weasely and Finnegan seemed to be in a rush. I only realize now why they seemed to want to get out of my business as quickly as possible. Couldn't let anyone see them, or by chance someone recognized them, could they?

I looked the papers over and they looked legitimate, down to the seal on the bottom for the Judge who made the ruling. When I agreed to take Draco in as one of my workers they explained that his name was Draco Lucien.

Weasely went on to explain that Draco was eighteen years old, had no family and during the war his family had committed a rather large wrong against his family. I never asked as I figured that Weasely wouldn't explain it to me anyway.

Weasely went on further and detailed that he had brought charges against the Lucien family for the repayment of their debt. Apparently Weasely decided that Draco would repay his debt faster as a sex worker since he had no formal education or notable skills.

Weasely detailed the method that I was supposed to send the payment in by; a postal owl with several charms placed on it to deter theft was to be sent to a post box in Hogsmeade at the beginning of each month. The sum of the required payment was 30 galleons a month. I asked how long this would go on but Weasely said it would take a year to pay off Draco's debt to him and his family.

Now that I think back on it both of them seemed a bit smug about what they were doing to Draco. Needless to say I didn't get much time to think on it as I was obliviated right before they left Draco with me.

I remember coming back to myself in my office and seeing Draco lying there still knocked out. I moved him to an open room and sat with him until he woke on his own about an hour later. He was noticeably upset and confused on how he came to be where he was.

I remembered only what I told Lord Potter when we spoke at the Fallen Cherry Blossom. It seems when they obliviated me they left the essential information like Draco's false name, age, where to send the money every month, and general details of why he was in my house. So you can imagine my explanations were rather lacking when Draco began to asking questions about himself and how he got there. All I could tell him was that he was there to work off his debt by being an employee in my house."

Harry watched as tears filled Alice's eyes, as she let herself remember that night again. In a slightly choked voice Alice pushed forward; "I had to tell a scared eighteen year old who remembered nothing about himself that he had to sell his body to pay back his alleged debt.

You have no idea how much I hate myself right now! If only I knew it was all a lie then, I never would have let Draco do the things he has had to do. Draco never said anything to me, I don't think he knew for sure, but I believe he was virginal when he came to work for me.

God, the things that were done to him and he didn't deserve any of it! I may run a business that many would turn their noses up at, but I always try to operate honestly and safely. Alice took the tissue handed to her by the still present Healer James and wiped her eyes and nose daintily.

"Finnegan just stood there most of time and let Weasely talk. But that is as much as I can recall at the moment I'm sure the memory will be clearer and more precise than my explanation. I'm sorry I don't have more to tell you." Harry listened to it all, the cold fury burning in his gut once again.

How could Ron and Seamus do this? Yes, they hated Draco Malfoy, but this was simply too much! As far as Harry was concerned they were no longer his friends, as the two men he had once called friends would never have done this to another person.

Harry didn't know this Ron or Seamus; these men Alice were describing to him were cruel and sadistic, and Harry didn't want to be in the same room with people like them let alone friends with them.

Merlin! Harry was sick when he remembered Alice explaining how she believed Draco was untouched when he came to her. He couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been for Draco; night after night of being taken by men he didn't know or care for.

That was the part that upset Harry the most; that Draco had precious little that was still left pure and innocent about himself, and that had been ripped away from him by the cruelty of Ronald Weasely and Seamus Finnegan. Harry had to stop himself from running out of the hospital, finding the both of them and cursing them until only a mass of flesh remained behind.

Harry looked into Hermione's eyes and saw the anger boiling in her eyes as well. It was indeed safe to say that neither one of them would have anything to do with Ronald Weasely or Seamus Finnegan again. Unless it revolved around the investigation or trial against them.

A gasp from Alice made Harry break out of his murderous thoughts and focus back on the Madam. "Draco left the money he made back at the Fallen Cherry Blossom, plus I know I had no right to keep any money that he earned while working with me.

When you see him later Lord Potter please tell Draco I'll send as much as I can until every galleon, sickle and knut Draco ever made while working for me is paid to him. Also, will you go after the money I sent to those two pigs back to Draco?" Alice looked between Harry and Kingsley waiting for an answer.

"I'll let Draco know that you will send him the money he earned as well as the profit you made while he was working for you. If he has a problem with that I will let you know as soon as I can Alice." Harry smiled slightly at the flustered Madam. Kingsley took the next part of Alice's question.

"As for the monies sent to Weasely and Finnegan; as soon as they are found guilty, the Ministry will seize their vaults, property and any titles in their names in order to repay Mr. Malfoy. A sum will be decided and ordered to be repaid by the Wizengamot when Weasely's and Finnegan's sentences are read.

But I can assure you in this case the monetary judgment will be quite large, as will be the time sentenced to Azkaban. Both men deserve whatever judgment they receive and I for one will not plead for leniency on their behalves, and I'm sure Lord Potter nor Healer Granger will either." Harry noticed Alice looked pleased with both his and Kingsley's answers.

"Well if it looks like I have what I need to get this investigation going. If you need me floo call or send an owl." With that Kingsley shook everyone's hands and made his way out of the room.

Hermione hugged Harry tightly before leaving with Healer James; Hermione probably wanted to speak to Healer James about what she had found in regards to Draco's memory block. Finally Harry shook Alice's hand, telling her he would be in contact with her tomorrow sometime in regards to the money Draco had made and her repayment of the money she owed him.

Alice made her way out of the room, leaving Harry to his still simmering thoughts. He couldn't help the snort that came from his nose; did Ron and Seamus really think they could get away with it? That Narcissa wouldn't notice her son was missing and not report it? They really were stupid if they thought they could ignore Narcissa Malfoy for long.

Harry knew the woman could come off as cold, but he knew when it came to Draco Narcissa would claw your eyes out before she let you hurt her child. She was even more protective of Draco after the war and her son's trial ended. Harry had seen Narcissa's love for Draco in her eyes when he had spoken on both their behalves at their Wizengamot trials.

Harry figured Narcissa's protectiveness was due to the fact that she felt guilty for everything Draco had been put through at the hands of his father, and then by Voldemort. Couple in her feelings of shame and helplessness at not being able to stop any of it, and you had one viciously protective mother.

That Narcissa was one of the craftiest and formidable women Harry knew didn't help either. Ron and Seamus had really fucked up royally when they took Draco and then snubbed Narcissa; for that they would pay dearly. Come what may Harry would stand by the Malfoys, and do everything in his considerable power to make sure his two former friends were punished to the maximum.

When Harry was done with them he didn't want either bastard to have anything left to them. The two criminals would be thrown into Azkaban with nothing to their names and disgrace brought to their families.

Harry did feel a bit bad for the Weasely and Finnegan families, but Ron and Seamus had brought this on themselves when they did what they did to Draco. Harry had no remorse for them whatsoever and if the Weasely clan wanted to get angry with him for assisting the Malfoys, well they could all kiss his arse.

Bill, Fleur, Charlie and George would stand by Harry in this. He knew they had no love for Draco Malfoy, but even they wouldn't wish or condone what was done to him on anyone.

Molly and Ginny would probably think Malfoy deserved it, Merlin help them if they ever said that in front of Harry. He wouldn't be able restrain himself, and would really hate to curse his kind of surrogate mother and her daughter to hell.

Arthur was an unknown; he could go either way in this but Harry believed he would side with Harry. Arthur was loyal to his family but not blindly so, or at least Harry hoped.

He sighed it didn't matter either way Harry had made his choice in this situation, and he wouldn't back out or down until justice was done on Draco's behalf. Glancing at the clock Harry saw it was already 2 pm; he was surprised that so much time had gone by.

Realizing he was bloody starving Harry decided to go back to Number 12 to have a late lunch. He needed to collect his thoughts in regards to the new information he had gained and the revelation he had made today.

This revelation was the slight attraction he felt to this new Draco Malfoy. Yes, Harry always found Draco attractive but he was always so haughty and downright mean towards Harry while they were in school, making him rather unappealing to the Gryffindor.

However after Draco's trial when Harry would run into him, and they would chat cordially he would catch glimpses of the Draco behind the ice prince facade. Harry was quite fond of that hidden Draco and it seemed that when he had his memory stolen from him Draco was free to act like he normally would.

Harry cursed himself as he stepped off the lift and into the atrium, completely ignoring the admiring stares from the people milling in the atrium, how could he be thinking of Draco like that?! For Morgana's sake! Draco had just been through hell for six months and Harry wanted to date him!

Harry shook his head, for right now he would help Draco heal and overcome his painful memories. Between Narcissa and himself, he believed that one day Draco could be okay again.

And maybe then Harry could broach the subject of Draco and him getting together. Resigning himself to this course of action Harry made it to the apparition point and with a crack he was gone.

Ah! Two Chapters in one night! Coffee you are a demon but one I adore. Hope you enjoyed it lovelies!

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Hello Lovelies! We are back to our dear Draco's POV. Poor guy will finally have his meltdown...well somewhat of a meltdown; I suck at writing angst. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy!

Previously:

Harry shook his head, for right now he would help Draco heal and overcome his painful memories. Between Narcissa and himself, he believed that one day Draco could be okay again.

And maybe then Harry could broach the subject of Draco and him getting together. Resigning himself to this course of action Harry made it to the apparition point and with a crack he was gone.

~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 8********~~~~~~~~~

When Draco and Narcissa arrived in the spacious receiving room at Malfoy Manor, Draco looked around in awe. He knew from his regained memories that this was his home, but knowing of its grandeur and then seeing it are two different things.

For the last six months his life had consisted of a room and the attached house, not that the Fallen Cherry Blossom was small it just wasn't on the scale of refinement that the Manor was.

Draco smiled; he was home, and here he could heal and begin his life again. Turning to his mother he gave her a hug before requesting to go to his room for a bath and a lie down. HIs mother called for a house elf, who Draco remembered as being named Dippy.

The happy elf brought Draco through the now familiar corridors of the Manor, up the grand stairs and stopped at dark wood double doors. Draco thanked the little elf, opening the doors while taking in his revealed room.

It had changed since his childhood, obviously, but he liked what he had done to the room in terms of decorating. The bedroom was painted a warm beige with white base boards and ornate crown moldings. The floor was an dark almost black wood, covered in well placed thick emerald rugs. The furniture was a gorgeous dark wood not as dark as the floors but a pretty cherry. It looked inviting and warm, the light from the large window lighting up the room.

But what Draco was happiest to see was the massive, soft looking bed against the wall opposite the fireplace. It was covered in emerald blankets; plump white, brown and black pillows overwhelmed the top of the bed. He couldn't wait to slide under the covers and rest after his bath.

Making his way toward one of the three doors in the room, he opened the door and saw it was in fact his bathroom. The room was as large as his former room at the brothel! The beautiful beige stone floor and walls coupled with the dark wood cabinetry was exquisite.

Draco made his way into the room, stripping off his robes as he went. He stopped in front of the large pewter framed mirror and examined himself. His body was pristine; never would you have known what Draco had endured for these past six months.

It was like the only place the evidence of those experiences remained was his mind. Even if only a few people knew what had happened to him, Draco would. Could he ever look at himself, and not remember the many nights he had stood in front of a mirror much like he was now, surveying the patterns of bruises, hickies and bites from his clients?

In other's eyes his body was unsullied, perfect in its stature, but to him it was sullied, tainted by what he had done however much he didn't want it, or enjoy it. The fact remained he was used. Many men would look at his body with lust and want but would they still want him after they knew what he had done for these past six months?

Draco didn't know and it scared him. It wasn't the thought of being with a man again. No, he knew there were good men out there, and maybe when he was ready he would give one of them a chance. It was the thought that a decent man like the Potter Lord would look at him in disgust when they heard his story.

That he had been a whore for six months, and countless men had enjoyed his body much as his new lover would. That nothing remained untouched or untainted on Draco's lithe body. It hurt him when he thought of someone he cared for turning away from him over something he had no control over, that he had done what he had to do to survive.

Draco felt the tears build again; he let them rush forward and fall down his alabaster cheeks. He let himself slide to the floor and hugged his knees as he let all the sadness, pain, humiliation and anger from the past six months flow over him. Draco needed to do this, to let it all out. After a while he calmed down and allowed himself to think about his situation and what to do now.

Draco accepted that he had done nothing to cause, or provoke what had happened to him. That he had done nothing to be ashamed of by submitting and allowing men to use him, Draco had done what he had to do to survive. But one thought barreled through the depressing thoughts; he had done nothing wrong, nothing was wrong with him.

That thought stuck with him, invaded every corner of his fractured mind and filled him with warmth. Draco was a victim in this; he was the victim of the cruelty of two men's hate. Why should he feel dirty and sullied when he had done nothing to ask for the treatment he had been on the receiving end of for the last six months?

Draco shouldn't and in the future when he allowed himself to take a lover, or companion, and his chosen couldn't accept his past, then that was their problem. Yes, it would hurt Draco, but he would not feel ashamed of what had happened to him, or accept someone who looked at him as less for it.

He was Draco Lucius Malfoy, a proud, intelligent and attractive pure-blood heir; no one had the right to judge him for the life he had led up until today. He would like to see those two arseholes, Weasely and Finnegan, survive what he had and come out with their body and sanity intact!

Those two bastards wouldn't have survived a week where Draco had been left; that fact Draco knew for sure. He was stronger than those two could ever be; pride filled him at that moment. He had lost so much, suffered as no one should but he made it out with emotional scars and unpleasant memories, but with no permanent or irreparable damage.

It would take a while to come to terms with what he had experienced, but he would not let it rule him. He would get better, stronger and rejoin his life in an honorable way. Working to make his life, his family's life better.

Once, he had regained his memories and assimilated them into his new personality Draco would begin rebuilding his life from the ground up. To hell with his Father and his pure-blood supremacy!

Had being a pure-blood stopped Weasely and Finnegan from kidnapping him and selling him into slavery? Had being a pure-blood stopped the men who had paid to fuck him? No, it had not! Draco would be proud of his family and his status, but that did not make him better than anyone else.

He would ascend into the higher echelons of their society on his own merit; not relying of his name or wealth. He knew that whatever he learned about himself these beliefs would not change.

Draco knew better now; he a pure-blood heir had lived and sold himself right alongside muggleborns and half-bloods. The customers paid more for their good looks or for a beautiful body but not a Knut more for their blood status. It was a hard won revelation but no less poignant.

He wondered if he would even like his past self. Would he be disgusted by the thing he had done, things his father made him do? Draco was beginning to think that was the case, but he resolved, once again, to watch it all with the detached view of one watching a play.

You feel for the characters in the story but have no emotional attachment to them at the end of the show. That was what Draco would do; he was no longer the same person he used to be, so the things his older self-had been through would be new to him, almost like watching someone else who just looked remarkably like him go through their life.

Draco would feel for his past self, as he watched the unlocked memories, but he knew they could not be changed; it was the production of his life up until six months ago. To move forward he needed the knowledge he had amassed before his memory was taken; things learned in school or valuable information regarding his social position and what was expected of him as the Lord of the Noble House of Malfoy.

Feeling better about his situation Draco peeled himself off the floor and made his way toward the large bath. Filling it with hot water and scented soap Draco slid in and relished the way his muscles relaxed as his mind shut down.

Draco didn't know how long he laid there but it must have been awhile since he looked like a raisin. Draco stood and stepped out of the tub, plucking up a large fluffy bath towel to dry himself with.

Once dried Draco made his way, completely nude, to his heavenly looking bed and slid under the soft blanket. Gods! This bed was amazing! Draco felt his body just sink into the soft sheets and mattress, completely enveloped in softness.

Sighing again, he shifted to get into a more comfortable position so he could rest his overtaxed mind. Draco hadn't felt this relaxed or safe in six months, and until this moment he hadn't realized how much living at the brothel had taken a toll on him.

Relaxing further he let his mind and body shutdown completely, safe in the knowledge that his mother was here, and he was in his home, where no one could hurt him or take him away. Draco drifted into a deep sleep with a smile on his pink lips.

Tada! Hope you enjoyed chapter 7!

This particular story is very plot heavy sorry about the lack of slash between our two guys but I'm working toward it. Patience Please! : )

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Back to Harry & Narcissa's POV & more plot ahead! Enjoy Dearies!

Previously:

~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 9*******~~~~~~~~

Harry arrived in the kitchen of Number 12 after apparating from St. Mungos, and before he even had a chance to call for Kreacher the floo went off signaling he had a call. Turning to the hearth Harry looked upon the smiling face of Molly Weasely.

A surge of anger rose in Harry when he saw the Weasely matriarch when the thoughts of Draco flew into his mind. Crushing his anger down Harry smiled kindly; "What can I do for you Molly? I was just about to have lunch?"

The older woman sighed in exasperation before speaking in a slightly scolding manner that Harry found grating. "Yes Harry dear you were supposed to come for lunch over half hour ago. Don't worry just come one through. We all waited for you to arrive."

Harry wanted to get out of going to the Burrow, he knew he'd see that bastard Ron there, but couldn't think of a plausible excuse. He had just stated he was hungry hadn't he, and to Molly's knowledge everything was fine between him and the rest of the Weasely family.

Harry agreed and waited until Molly disconnected the call before stepping into the hearth, he threw the powder, and called for his destination; "The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole."

Harry was swept away, and into the Burrow's kitchen in a swirl of green flames. Harry stepped out, brushed the soot from his robes and greeted the assembled Weasley family warmly.

He really had to stop himself from hexing Ron's private bits off in his sudden rage when the berk had the audacity to act like nothing was wrong. Harry knew Ron had been suspended from work, but by the looks of it Ron hadn't mentioned it to the rest of his family.

Harry had to ask; "Ron I'm surprised you're here. Shouldn't you be at work?" Ron looked uncomfortable before he quickly smiled and spoke; "No, took a month vacation. Needed the break since Seamus and I have been so busy."

Harry almost snarled; busy indeed! Yes busy kidnapping, and forcing people into the sex trade. Of course you needed a break after you forced an innocent man to be raped countless times, and stole his memory from him.

Breathing deeply Harry calmed himself down before he said something to compromise the ongoing investigation into Draco's abduction. When Molly called for them all to sit and begin eating Harry did so gratefully, placing himself as far away from Ron as possible.

Harry sat between George and Bill, the conversation between them was quite pleasant. They spoke about Bill's work as Head Curse Breaker and George's inventions for Weasely Wizard Wheezes.

Harry was pleased they were both happy, they seemed to be moving on from the war, and the many scars, both physical and mental, it had left behind. When the meal was done Harry was full, and relaxed until Ron asked to speak with him privately.

Standing reluctantly Harry followed Ron to the sitting room; "What's going on Ron?" Harry waited patiently, he had an inkling about what Ron wanted to ask, but he would not make it easy on him in the least.

The bastard could swing for all Harry cared. It was amazing how all the years of friendship could be undone by what Ron had done to Draco. Harry wasn't too fussed, and that was incredibly indicative of how much Ron and his friendship had degraded.

"I wanted to know if you had a clue as to why I was suspended. My boss just said it was dereliction of duty but didn't explain more." Harry nodded, looking like he was quite perturbed by Ron's words while inside he was cackling; Ron had no clue that his plot had been uncovered and Draco was safe at Malfoy Manor.

"No Ron, I haven't heard anything in regards to your suspension. Have you done anything wrong that would call your sworn oath of office as an Auror into question?" Harry knew Ron would deny any wrongdoing, he always did.

"No I've been doing my job and helping those who deserve it." Ron's reply was like a slap to Harry's face. It was with great restraint that Harry spoke again without his face vibrating with rage and disgust. "Well then I'm sure it is a simple misunderstanding, and your boss will clear it up shortly with you." Indeed it would become very clear when Ron was thrown into Azkaban.

Harry left the room quickly before Ron could reply, the Potter Lord was already restraining himself to the limit of his patience, but he knew soon Ron's attitude would be too much, and he would snap; cursing the youngest Weasely son into oblivion.

Returning to the still bustling kitchen table Harry sat to discuss business with George, seeing as he was still a third owner of the successful joke shop. Harry found himself calming down while George and he spoke. George always knew how to cheer him up.

Glancing at the clock he saw it was approaching 6:45! Had he really been here for over four hours?! Apparently so; Harry stood and said his goodbyes to the Weasleys.

Stepping into the floo Harry went through the motions and spoke, "Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire" along with the password since the Weasely's floo wasn't authorized at Malfoy Manor, "La famille est tout".

The password was French, and translated to 'Family is Everything'. Harry quite liked the password, it was how he felt about family. When he had one of his own he would do everything he could to protect them, and teach them to be good people.

Harry emerged from the floo in Malfoy Manor when the emerald flames died out; a little house elf was there to guide him to where the Malfoys were sitting. On the walk over Harry began to think hard about some things; was he really willing to cut ties with the Weaselys.

They had been his surrogate family since he was twelve years old. Could he walk away from that when it became public knowledge that Ron and Seamus had hurt Draco, and the Weaselys found out that Harry was firmly supporting Draco and Narcissa?

His answer was given to him when he walked into the beautiful sitting room; when Draco stood, and smiled the most gorgeous smile Harry had ever seen. The answer was simple; Yes, Harry could give up the Weasely family as long as he got to see Draco smile at him like that. He would move hell, earth and heaven so the blonde man could always smile that breathtaking smile.

Merlin Harry was screwed! Only he would fall in love with a man who was incapable of loving him at the moment. But Harry was never one to quit, and he stood by his earlier promise; he would support Draco and Narcissa in any way he could and maybe after a while Draco would be his to hold, love and make a life with.

POV CHANGE!

Narcissa Malfoy was neither blind nor stupid, but she wasn't sure she was seeing what she thought she was between her son and Harry Potter. However, when she saw the way Draco was smiling at Harry and the soft look Harry was giving her little dragon in return she knew there was a growing attraction between the two young men.

Narcissa was pleased with this development; Harry was a good, honorable man, and would support and cherish her baby. Her only concern was that Draco had just been through such a horrible ordeal.

Would her son be able to be with another man in the future, or would his past experiences from the last six months hinder him from finding a mate to settle down with? Narcissa sighed inaudibly, only time would tell if Harry and Draco would become something more than tentative friends.

Make no mistake in the unlikely event that Harry tried to push Draco into something he wasn't ready for she would castrate the defeater of Voldemort in a heartbeat. Her course set to keep an eye on Draco and Harry in the future Narcissa stood to welcome the young Potter Lord.

"Harry you're here. I trust your day has been well since we last saw you." Narcissa placed a kiss to Harry's cheek causing the younger man to blush adorably. Yes, she did love watching Harry when he became ruffled; he reminded her of a confused puppy.

Harry muttered his greeting to her before turning to Draco, who was radiating happiness now that Harry was here. Once the greetings were exchanged they all took their seats; Narcissa in the wingback chair facing the sofa that Harry and Draco were sitting on.

She watched amusedly as Draco began to grill Harry about Hogwarts, the kind of person he was, what he had done to Harry that made him not want to be his friend. Harry looked like he was trying to keep up with Draco's rapid fire questioning, but eventually he raised a hand to stop Draco's verbal onslaught.

"Draco slow down, I'm not going anywhere. I'll answer the questions you have asked me so far." Draco nodded looking a bit abashed that he had essentially verbally tackled Harry in his zeal for answers.

"Hogwarts was the best; it was my home while I went to school there. Maybe now that you're home the Headmistress will allow us to visit, and look around when you have your memories back. The school was in a great castle on the edge of a cliff, it was amazing that it never fell off but magic can do many amazing things.

Draco I want you to know that you weren't the greatest person; when I first met you. You came across as haughty and spoiled. But when I reconnected with you after the war I saw that what you presented to the world wasn't you; it was a mask created so you could survive in the life you were forced into by your father, and his unreasonable expectations.

I came to like that Draco Malfoy; you are quite like him at the moment though. I think your personality now was what it has always has been but you were just too afraid to let anyone see it.

Now as to why I didn't want to be your friend; it goes back to your mask. You insulted Ron, who at the time was my first magical friend. I took great exception with that and refused to be friends with someone who was a bully or mean to someone just because they didn't have any money."

Narcissa watched Draco wilt in shame at what Harry told him. She was about to stand, and make her way over to offer her support to Draco; Harry, however, moved faster, taking Draco's smaller hand in his. "Draco like I told you before I realized later when I was older that that boy on the train wasn't really you. It took me awhile to see it but I did.

I want you to know that I consider you a friend and I care for you a great deal. Do you believe me Draco?" Narcissa felt her heart warm when Draco tentatively raised his wet grey eyes to meet Harry's concerned emeralds, and smiled a small smile.

She knew Harry was just what Draco needed to get him through this; Harry would see them both through this ordeal; from the investigation, the coming trial and the sentencing.

With Harry and her looking after Draco she didn't need to worry about his wellbeing because she knew they would get through this together. Narcissa finally had her baby back with her, and a very good friend and powerful ally in Lord Harry James Potter-Black.

The rest of the night was spent pleasantly retelling stories to Draco about his childhood, his time at Hogwarts and answering any other questions Draco had. It warmed her heart to hear the sounds laughter and joy in the Manor again, for too long the halls had been still, quiet and cold.

Narcissa went to bed that night after Harry had taken his leave, and Draco retired to his suite, feeling like everything was finally coming back together after so long, it was a feeling she hadn't felt since the Dark Lord's return.

This was a chapter I felt was needed to set the stage for the coming showdown between Harry and some of the Weasely family.

Also Narcissa's POV was called for as well. Setting the stage for the coming relationship between our Dragon and Harry.

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Still in Harry's POV. More plot to come for you so enjoy but I promise slash will come in time. Enjoy Lovelies!

Previously:

~~~~~~~***********Chapter 10**********~~~~~~

Harry wandered around Number 12 Grimmauld Place on Sunday; the Potter Lord was having a hard time sitting still, it was now two days since they had foud Draco at the brothel. Harry wanted to get Ron and Seamus' trial underway as soon as possible.

The sooner those two arseholes were punished the sooner Draco could begin healing; he knew that Draco was doing well and trying to present a strong front to his mother and him, but Harry could see the pain in those stormy grey eyes.

That remembered pain sent a wave of anger and sadness through the young Lord; no one should have that kind of pain especially someone who didn't deserve it. Sighing Harry walked to the floo in his study, and called Kingsley at his home.

After calling for his older friend for a good minute or so Harry disconnected the call, and tried to reach Kingsley at his office. It wasn't unheard of for Kingsley to work on weekends if there was a lot going on in the Ministry.

When the call connected Harry called Kingsley's name, hearing the deep voice of the Minister of Magic calling him to come through. Harry obliged him, and within moments he was stepping out into Kingsley's office.

Harry moved to take a seat in front of Kingsley's large desk, waiting for his friend to speak. "I compared the magical signatures recovered from Madam Alice and Draco. As sick as it makes me to admit this they matched to Ronald Weasely and Seamus Finnegan.

I have no doubt they were the ones to kidnap Mr. Malfoy, and that they were the ones to tamper with his and Madam Alice's memories. Once we complete the stakeout on the Post Box in Hogsmeade their arrest warrants, and anyone else who has aided them will be drawn up.

Once the warrants are signed Aurors that I trust will be dispatched to take them into custody where they will be charged with several serious crimes. I would list them, but unfortunately the list if rather long as will be the time they spend in Azkaban."

Harry nodded and smiled in grim satisfaction; he had no pity for the two soon to be ex-Aurors. They had acted against the laws of their world and would be punished in accordance to those violated laws.

Harry didn't think the punishment imposed would ever be good enough, what they did to Draco was unforgivable to Harry. Ron and Seamus should be glad that Harry didn't challenge them to a Wizard's Duel; that would be a legally sanctioned fight to the death.

Taking a calming breath Harry inquired on the status of the marked money bag that was delivered to Hogsmeade. "It was sent this morning with the appropriate spells. Hopefully Ron and Seamus will be too greedy to be careful. I'm not confident they will go to retrieve the marked money."

Harry snorted; "Kingsley never underestimates greed or stupidity; they will show up to collect their dirty money." Kingsley nodded and both men fell into silence as they contemplated what would happen next.

"I want Ron and Seamus' trial to be closed to the press and public. Draco has been through enough without the entire wizarding world knowing he was a forced whore for six months." Harry spoke in a tone that broke to arguements.

"I agree. The last thing I want to do is make this harder on the Malfoys than it already has been. I'm truly disgusted by those two. I would have thought they would know that revenge is never the answer."

Harry nodded sadly in agreement to Kingsley's words. It truly was sad that two people he had once thought to be good friends could stoop and do something this low. Sighing Harry stood, and bid his friend goodbye; he had to get to Malfoy Manor Draco was having another part of his memory unblocked.

Harry wanted to be there to support the blonde man and his mother since prior business had kept him away yesterday; Narcissa had been wonderful through this whole mess. The emerald eyed man shuddered to think what would have happened had Narcissa not contacted him, or published that article in the Prophet.

Grabbing the floo powder next to the hearth Harry threw it into the floo, and called for Malfoy Manor adding in the password to gain admittance through the wards.

Soon he was stepping out and into the Malfoy's receiving room; an elf was waiting for him, and Harry wondered how they always knew when someone was there. Pushing the inconsequential thoughts out of his mind Harry followed the little creature through the rambling Manor.

Finally they reached a dark wooden door on the second floor, the little elf knocked and popped away. The door opened a few moments later and Narcissa Malfoy smiled when she saw Harry standing there.

"Harry please come in. Healer James and Granger just finished up with Draco." Harry smiled, making his way over to the bed where Draco was laying down with a pinched expression on his comely face.

He figured Draco was still shuffling through his regained memories; Harry smiled at Healer James and Hermione in thanks for their help. Hermione murmured something to Healer James before the older Healer packed her things, and left the finely furnished room.

Harry conjured a squashy armchair, and sat down at Draco's bedside, waiting patiently for his crush to open his eyes. About ten minutes later Draco stirred and opened his eyes; Harry felt his heart clench when he saw the sadness in those steel pools.

"I was such a prat to you Harry. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean any of it...I was just so upset that you turned down my hand when I offered you my friendship in first year." Harry grasped Draco's hand and smiled gently to the distraught man.

"It's alright I told you on Friday that I forgave you for all of it. Draco I'm your friend now, and that is what matters; not what happened all those years ago." Draco nodded but kept a firm hold on Harry's larger hand.

Harry liked the way Draco's pale small hand looked in his larger tanned one. Butterflies began to flutter in Harry's gut, the Potter Lord crushed them ruthlessly; now was not the time to let his emotions rule him, Draco needed him.

Draco smiled and relaxed onto his large bed; still holding Harry's hand. "Draco, Narcissa, Mione I have news from Kingsley." All three occupants of the room made themselves comfortable.

When everyone was situated Harry relayed everything Kingsley had told him just a little while ago. Draco spoke first, breaking the silence; "So no one but the two defendants, legal counsel, witnesses and the Wizengamot will know what happened to me?"

Harry smiled before answering in the affirmative, Draco smiled with gratitude; "Thank you both for that. I'm not ashamed of what happened to me, but it would feel like a gross breach of my privacy if half of our world knew what I had been put through."

Hermione spoke then; "I agree, and I'm happy that you know none of this was your fault in anyway. The only blame lies with the beasts that did this to you." Everyone agreed mentally with Hermione's words; they were after all true.

Wanting to lift the heavy vibe in the room Harry asked Draco how much of his memory Healer James had unblocked this time. Draco smiled, answering that he remembered up until his second year at Hogwarts.

Harry was happy for the smaller male; Harry's life may not have been perfect, but it was his, and he would be bloody pissed if someone tried to take his memories away from him.

A house elf popped in bringing Harry out of his thoughts, the little elf looked nervous but spoke in a squeaky little voice; "Lord Potter sirs there be a Minister Shacklebolt in the floo fors you. He says it be urgent Lord Potter sir."

Harry nodded, before standing he placed a kiss to the top of Draco's slender hand, causing Draco to blush a beautiful shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. Harry stood, bid farewell to Narcissa and Hermione, and followed the elf out of the room.

They quickly made their way back to the receiving room; Kingsley's bald head was hovering in the hearth. Harry noticed the Minister looked quite harassed, kneeling Harry waited for Kingsley to talk.

"Harry you need to come through now. The bag was picked up but not by Ron or Seamus...it would be better if you saw who it was who retrieved it. I will be questioning them with Auror Proudfoot; would you like to sit in?"

Harry agreed quickly, and stepped through the open floo connection when Kingsley withdrew from the green flames. As soon as he entered the Minister's office they left making their way to the Auror's office.

Harry stepped inside the almost deserted office, and thanked Merlin it was Saturday; only two teams were here on the weekend to take any calls. Less people here meant less people knew what was going with Draco's case.

Harry had no delusions, Aurors stuck together, and he knew they would tip Ron and Seamus off if they found out Kingsley and Harry suspected them in Draco's abduction. However, Harry had no issues with Proudfoot, the woman was dependable, and fair quite like the deceased Madam Bones was.

Harry walked in behind Kingsley and stopped short his whole brain shorting out when he saw Ginny Weasely sitting at the interrogation table. That fucking stupid little bitch!

Harry bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from lunging at the red headed bitch, and ripping her to shreds the muggle way. Pushing his burning fury down until it was a simmering pool of anger in his belly. It wouldn't do to lose it now, and ruin their case against Ron, Seamus and now Ginny.

Ginny saw Harry, he almost laughed at the relieved expression that crossed her face; the little bint believed Harry was here to save her! Pity since Harry was here to see her swing for what she had done.

Auror Proudfoot left her perch on the wall, and moved toward Ginny's shackled form. The seasoned Auror grasped Ginny's hair, and forced the Veritaserum down her throat; Harry assumed Ginny had been given her rights and declined them but Harry had to be sure.

"Miss Weasely has been read her rights, correct?" Auror Proudfoot was about to answer, but Ginny cut her off; "Of course I was! I declined them seeing as I didn't do anything wrong! We deserved the money after what Malfoy did to our family."

Auror Proudfoot looked like Christmas came early; "Who do you mean when you say 'We' Miss Weasely?" Harry and Kingsley stood back and let Proudfoot do her work.

"Ron, Seamus and I. We decided to get our revenge on that disgusting Death Eater. It worked too until his mother went to the paper, and they found him where we left him. But the ferret still spent six months being fucked by the people he hates; muggleborns, half-bloods, anyone really who could afford him."

Harry almost growled, but restrained himself so he could here Proudfoot's response. "Well Miss Weasely what you did is quite serious and carries a very serious sentence...about 40 years in Azkaban.

Did you know what Ron and Seamus planned before it happened, or did you become involved after the abduction of Mr. Malfoy?" Ginny smiled a sickening smile before she answered in a happy voice that made everyone present but her sick.

"Oh yes I helped Ron and Seamus plan. I was the one who invited Malfoy out the night we took him. I wrote him a letter explaining that I wanted to make peace with him; you know let by-gones be by-gones. The stupid idiot actually believed me!

Once we left the pub it was simple for Ron to stun him and Seamus to tamper with his memory so he couldn't remember anything. Too bad his mother actually missed the waste of skin."

Proudfoot had what she needed at this point and administered the antidote to the truth serum. When the antidote took effect Ginny blanched in horror at what she had said, not because she felt guilty about what she had done to Draco. No, she was horrified that she had been caught.

Harry walked forward and leaned in close to her face, smiling a cold smile he spoke to the worthless cow in front of him; "Ginevra Weasely, you disgust me. I will do everything in my power to ruin you and your little conspirators. Enjoy Azkaban Miss. Weasely."

Ginny began to scream and flail against her bindings until Auror Proudfoot stunned her, placed a burlap bag over her head, and levitated her toward the interrogation room's metal door.

Kingsley ran a hand over his bald head, sighing in exhaustion; "Proudfoot will take her to Azkaban. Miss Weasely will be booked and held there until her trial, which will be in the next week. I do not want to draw this thing out. The arrest warrants for Weasely and Finnegan will be written and signed as soon as I reach my office.

I will owl each of them to come into my office for a meeting tomorrow, and when they arrive they will be taken into custody, questioned, and sent to Azkaban to await their trials." Harry nodded and patted his friend's shoulder.

"Thank you for all of this Kingsley. It means a lot to me and the Malfoys that you are working on this personally. Now why don't you finish up and go home for some rest; something tells me tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

Kingsley chuckled without mirth, both men made their way back to the Minister's office where Harry departed back to Malfoy Manor to update the Malfoys and Hermione if she was still there.

Harry was once again met by the same little elf when he emerged into the usual receiving room. Harry stopped and asked the elf her name, and was blown away to find out that the little elf was named Dibby, and she was Dobby's sister.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Dobby was good elf, a good friend to me and a lot of other people." Dibby nodded, her large ears flapping; "Dobby was a good house elf and Lord Potter is a good wizard. Dibby thinks that is why Dobby left to help Lord Potter. Little Master always said Lord Potter was a good wizard."

Harry was shocked once again; Draco had said he was a good wizard. Suddenly Harry realized where Dobby had heard of him from and why he came to help him in second year. His heart warmed at the thought that Draco seemed to care for him even when they were at each other's throats in Hogwarts.

Maybe Harry should have taken Draco's hand in first year when he offered his friendship to Harry. Who knows what would have happened if Harry was Draco's friend and allowed himself to be sorted into Slytherin.

Shaking his head to knock away those thoughts Harry smiled at the little elf and began walking again. Dibby left him after knocking on the same door as before; Narcissa came to the door and Harry heard Draco and Hermione speaking in light tones.

Harry entered and smiled at the sight in front of him; Hermione had taken Harry's chair by the bed, Draco was turned towards her as they spoke about Hogwarts, and their views on the subjects they had taken.

Harry snorted, calling their attention to him, trust Hermione to get into a discussion about school and homework. Narcissa smiled before taking her seat, picking up a book and began to read again.

Hermione moved into another chair so Harry could sit beside Draco's bed; when Harry sat Draco grabbed his hand and smiled a lovely smile at him. Harry couldn't stop the face splitting grin that plastered itself onto his handsome face.

"I missed you too, Draco. I have more news from Kingsley, it is a bit disturbing so bear with me." When he heard the three people in the room agree to hear him out, Harry began retelling what he had just heard and seen.

By the end Hermione was pale and shaking in suppressed anger and disgust. Narcissa was quietly seething in fury while Draco shook with pain and anger. Harry decided Draco needed him more than Mione or Narcissa, he stood and sat on the edge of Draco's bed, taking the shaking man into his arm.

Harry stroked Draco's long silky blonde hair and let the smaller man cry into his shoulder. Harry continued to murmur words of comfort to Draco until he calmed down and stopped crying.

When he became calm Draco shifted in Harry's embrace so he could see his mother and Hermione; he made no move to leave Harry's arms however. This made the Potter Lord very happy! Draco actually wanted to be held by him, it gave Harry hope that maybe he and Draco could be together after all of this.

"I can't believe Ginny would do this! What is wrong with them? How could they justify what they did? They deserve everything they get and I hope they rot in Azkaban for a very long time." Hermione's words were seconded by Narcissa.

Draco snuggled into Harry before he spoke; "I know from my memories that the Weasely family, and mine didn't get along but I would never do something like this to any of them.

Yes, I may send a harmless jinx or something at them but never anything that would seriously hurt them; it isn't in my nature to torture or hurt anyone like they did me. I just don't understand how they could hate me so much. I mean we weren't friendly but the bulk of the problems and incidents were caused by my father."

Harry tightened his arms around the former Slytherin; "I know Draco but some people can't see beyond their own revenge. They become blinded to reason and only focus on the perceived wrong done to them.

Ron, Seamus and Ginny are all to stuck in the past; the war is over. We all made mistakes, and did things we regret but I thought we had all let them go when Voldemort was finally defeated."

Narcissa sniffed but stayed silent; "I know that Harry. I also know that I wasn't the nicest of people but I really had no other choice. If I showed my true feelings my father would hurt me until I bent to his will.

I was trapped here with only mother to help and support me when father tried to brainwash me or hurt me when I didn't live up to his impossibly high pure-blood standard.

Now though I have this chance to start again and I'm taking it. I know I have a long way to go, and a lot to deal with but I want to bring the Malfoy name back to the position we enjoyed before father ruined our name. I want to meet someone and start a family. I don't care if they are muggleborn, half-blood or a bloody muggle.

I'm going to live my life to the best of my ability, honor myself and my name. I will not let what happened to me hold me down." When Draco spoke he was looking directly into Harry's soft green eyes. The grey eyed male poured all the passion in his words into his eyes, and Harry felt his heart skip a beat when Draco mentioned settling down and starting a family.

Harry only hoped that Draco was dropping a hint to him in regards to him wanting Harry in the future. The dark haired male would just have to wait and see what the future brought for them.

Settling down on the bed Draco still in his arms they began to talk of other things going on in the world; Quidditch, Hogwarts and the goings on in the Ministry. Soon the oppressive atmosphere of anger and pain left Draco's bedroom and the four of them laughed as they spoke quietly.

It is all coming together now; next chapter the trial begins.

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: This chapter will be in Draco's POV. The trial will be loosely based on how the proceedings are done here in the U.S. I think this will be one of the last chapters; I only intended for this fic to be at most 12 chapters. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd & followed!. Enjoy Lovelies!

Previously:

Harry only hoped that Draco was dropping a hint to him in regards to him wanting Harry in the future. The dark haired male would just have to wait and see what the future brought for them.

~~~~~~~***********Chapter 11*********~~~~~~

Draco was shocked that things were happening so quickly; it seemed like it was only yesterday that Harry had come to see him to let them know that Ron, Seamus and Ginny Weasely were responsible for his kidnapping and forced prostitution.

No it was Thursday morning; Draco, his mother, Alice, Hermione and Harry were seated in the antechambers of the Wizengamot. The court was in session dealing with the trials of Ron, Seamus and Ginny. Draco would be testifying for the prosecution and by doing so was not allowed to witness the trial until he was called to speak about what happened to him.

During the days following that Sunday visit from Harry Draco had uncovered all of his blocked memories; they were not pleasant but the young Malfoy heir felt better now that he knew his story.

His memories were not pretty but they were his and no one should be able to take that from him. Draco had assimilated the new information quite well actually, everyone kept waiting for him to breakdown and lose it; like he had that first day back at Malfoy Manor in the bathroom.

The expected outburst never came; Draco had accepted what had happened to him, he knew it was not his fault and that the people who did this to him were sick and twisted. Now that he knew what he had done to earn their hatred Draco just couldn't understand why they had done what they did to him.

How could they say he deserved it? Yes, Draco had done horrible things but all of them had been committed due to the desperation he felt because he had no way out of his father's oppression or his forced service to the Dark Lord. His accidental poisoning of Ron in fifth year was just a glaring example of his fear and terror of both his father a Voldemort.

Draco had done even less to Seamus or Ginevra; it had been his father who had given the cursed diary to Ginny not Draco. Draco hadn't even known about this fact until much later on, in fact it disgusted him that his father would do that to an eleven year old child.

Draco truly regretted everything he had done while forced to serve the Dark Lord; he learned he was trying to repent for his deeds before he was kidnapped and obliviated. That was why he had agreed to meet with Ginevra Weasely, he wanted to make amends for his deeds, seek forgiveness and move towards burying any old ill will.

The Malfoy heir still wanted to do these things with the remaining Weasely family but after this trial Draco didn't see that happening at all. But once again Draco's hope refused to die and maybe one day the Malfoys and Weaselys could become associates if not friends.

Draco shifted in the uncomfortable chair, thinking about the last six months and what had come out of it. A few good things had happened to him since he was found; he now had a close relationship with Harry Potter, where this relationship was going was anyone's guess, but Draco was curious and excited to explore it.

Harry was wonderful to Draco and his mother; he was always there to offer support and explain what was going on with the investigation. The blonde always felt at ease and safe when Harry was around him, like no one would or could touch him as long as the Potter Lord was by his side.

The feeling of safety was a good feeling; it was a feeling Draco was quite unfamiliar with in his short life. When he was young his father had scared him and beat him to make sure he would be the perfect Malfoy heir. So his home was and always had been a prison to him.

When Draco had gone to Hogwarts he still was not safe from his father's strict guidelines, all his "friends" would send reports back to his father about his movements. Anything his father found lacking was immediately addressed in a letter and again when Draco returned home for holidays.

There never seemed to be a place where Draco could relax and just be who he was, after so many years of living in constant fear behind a mask of cruelty had taken its toll on Draco. When the war was over, his father imprisoned and he was pardoned Draco wanted to be who he was and he started to let his masks fall slowly.

The dropping of his mask made Draco feel like one thousand pounds had been lifted from his shoulders. He could laugh and smile when something amused him, have a conversation with whoever he wanted regardless of their blood status. It was wonderful but it had all gone to hell when he agreed to meet Ginevra Weasely.

Draco stopped the negative thoughts right there, he would not go down that road. He had seen what negativity and hate could do to someone; his father, the Dark Lord and finally his three attackers. Draco refused to become a twisted soul bent on revenge, he had his second chance and he wouldn't throw it away for something so trivial.

At least he met Alice; sweet Alice who was more like her workers than he ever knew. The brothel matron was a good soul; she did what she had to do to survive in this world. He held no ill will toward the older woman, as soon as Alice saw the article she had contacted his mother, setting the ball in motion for him to regain his memories and return home.

Alice had owled him his forgotten earnings along with a missive in regards to paying back any monies Alice made from the selling of his body. Draco agreed to her request to pay him back but knew he would not keep the money; he would donate it to St. Mungos or some other worthy institution or cause.

A cleared throat brought Draco's attention to a stern faced Auror who was standing at the opened door to the Wizengamot courtroom; "We are ready for you Lord Malfoy." Draco nodded while standing, he gave his mother, Hermione and Alice a kiss to the cheek and accepted a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek from Harry for support.

Taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulder and holding his head high Draco entered the large empty courtroom, he glanced around taking in the gallery filled with plum robed wizards and witches.

The spectator gallery was empty with the exception of the Weasely and Finnegan families, the entire gathered family members were forbidden from speaking about the proceedings to anyone. The court felt, and Draco agreed, that it was his place to tell what happened to him to the wizarding world if he choose to.

Draco saw the looks of anger and pain on the assembled faces, but he just continued to walk to the witness stand. After he was sworn in Draco sat and waited for the prosecution to begin asking his questions. The prosecutor was a good law wizard by the name of Anthony Goldstein, Draco vaguely remembered him from Hogwarts.

Finally the questioning began, Draco was briefed on the questions that would be asked but it was another thing to answer them in front of the entire Wizengamot. Draco refused to be ashamed of what happened to him and answered in a clear voice void of shame or anger.

When the defense's law wizard stood Draco had an uneasy feelings about him; the man's name was Mr. Arcanus and he radiated sleaziness. This first impression proved correct when the man tried to make it look like Draco was at fault, that he enjoyed being a whore for six months.

During Mr. Arcanus' questioning Draco tried to keep his cool but it was hard when someone tried to twist his words and what happened to make it look like it was his fault or he deserved it.

Mr. Goldstein objected every time but the damage was already done to Draco's confidence, finally the Chief Warlock stepped in, warning Mr. Arcanus to watch himself and if he failed to the Wizengamot would have no choice but to eject him from the courtroom.

That gave Draco his confidence back; he finished answering all of Mr. Arcanus' now civil if snidely asked questions with confidence and honesty. The only positive thing was the fact that the two Weaselys and Finnegan had chosen to be represented by the same law wizard so once Draco was done he was done for good.

When he stepped down from the stand he glanced to the gathered families, Draco saw the horror and disgust on their faces as they looked at the three defendants at the defense table.

It gave Draco no satisfaction to see those looks on the families' faces but they needed to know what happened, that their daughter and sons were not innocent and decent people. That they had committed a serious offense to another person and for that they needed to be punished.

Draco took a seat behind Mr. Goldstein's table, waiting for the next witness to be called. Harry came in next; the stunned looks on the gathered Weaselys and Finnegans said it all. It seemed they could not believe that Harry was going to speak on Draco's behalf, that the Potter Lord would turn his back on his best friend, his best friend's sister and a close school friend.

Well they should believe it; Harry was loyal to those who deserved it and in this case Ron, Seamus and Ginevra had lost his loyalty and trust. Now Harry looked at the three with barely veiled disgust and loathing.

Harry went through the same swearing in process that Draco had and the questions began once again. Harry did so well in Draco's opinion, the Potter Lord's voice was strong and clear. Draco watched as his crush answered every question with grace and unwavering confidence.

HE felt heartened that Harry didn't flinch or show any disgust when Mr. Arcanus brought up the fact that Draco had been a whore for six months. The grey eyed male truly hoped that Harry wouldn't be bothered by this fact but now that he saw how Harry reacted to the cold hard truth it made a weight lift in his heart.

Harry really didn't care about the fact that Draco had slept with other men, men who had paid for his body. He believed it wouldn't bother the emerald eyed man but believing and seeing are two different things entirely. Now all his doubts, no matter how small, were swept away.

Draco felt his heart speed up when Harry left the stand and their eyes met; there was so much passion and love in those emerald eyes and it was directed totally at him. When Harry took his seat next to Draco he slipped his slender hand in Harry's larger one, and held it tightly; hopefully communicating his thanks and building affection to the Potter Lord.

Harry seemed to get the drift as he responded with a smile and squeeze of his own. They sat there together as his mother, Alice, Hermione and Healer James were called to testify. To Draco the evidence was irrefutable in regards to Ron, Seamus and Ginevra's guilt but there was still one more witness to go.

Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the courtroom to speak against the three coconspirators; Draco never saw more shocked expressions before than when he looked over at the defendant's side. All of them, Mr. Arcanus included, looked as if Merlin had waltzed in wearing a ball gown.

Draco could understand their shock; it was quite damning when the Minister himself spoke against a defendant. If the evidence wasn't damning enough this was the final nail in the coffin. Mr. Arcanus seemed to have the same thought and leaned over to confer with the three defendants.

Draco looked to the four people surrounding him in curiosity; what could the defense law wizard be saying? Harry and Hermione looked thoughtful while his mother and Alice shared the same curious expression.

Before Kingsley could be asked a question by Mr. Goldstein Mr. Arcanus stood and asked to address the court. Draco listened as Mr. Arcanus asked if his clients could change their pleas and if they did would they be given leniency in their sentencing.

The court listened to the request before they excused themselves to confer privately. A smoky privacy bubble was erected around the assembled Wizengamot as they discussed Mr. Arcanus' request. Kingsley said a few words to one of the Auror guards, nodded in Harry's direction and left the courtroom.

Draco didn't care if they changed their pleas, he cared about the sentencing. He wanted Ron, Seamus and Ginevra to be locked up for a good long time. After what seemed like forever the privacy screen was lowered.

The Chief Warlock, Draco could not remember his name, spoke in a serious tone; "We will allow your clients to change their pleas. However, no leniency will be given to them when they are sentenced. Would you like to change their pleas?"

Mr. Arcanus glanced to his clients and obviously got an affirmative answer to his silent question; "My clients would like to change their pleas to Guilty. They plead with the court for leniency; they didn't realize what they had done was wrong."

After the defense's law wizard was done speaking Draco wanted to scream; they hadn't known what they did was wrong?! Are you kidding him? Draco didn't believe that for a second and by the looks of it neither did the Wizengamot, in fact the assembled plum robed figures looked like they had all swallowed a lemon.

"We acknowledge the change in plea to guilty for all three defendants. Defendants please rise and state your amended pleas." Draco watched as each of the three soulless bastards stood and shakily declared themselves guilty. He felt no sadness for them, they deserved everything they had coming to them.

Once the three of them were done speaking the Chief Warlock spoke again; "Due to this occurrence we will confer in regards to the appropriate sentencing for the three defendants. We will reconvene shortly to announce your sentences." With that the smoky privacy bubble was re-raised.

Draco and his fellows in the spectators' gallery waited in silence; the Weaselys sent pleading looks to Harry. Probably begging him to speak on behalf of Ron and Ginevra; Harry didn't acknowledge their stares or silent pleas.

Draco did not know what had transpired between Harry and the rest of the Weasely family; all he knew is Harry was sitting beside him and that in itself was a telling sign to the Potter Lord's allegiance in this matter.

Draco was grateful once again for Harry, he really was and maybe when this was over they could really make a go at being together. He knew from his recovered memories that he had fancied Harry throughout their school years but he could never speak of it or act on it; they were always at odds with each other.

However, now things seemed to have changed between them. The young blonde man wanted Harry; there was no doubt in his mind. Draco knew it may take a while to get over what had happened to him but he knew Harry was not like the men who had visited him at the brothel.

Harry was an honest, attractive man and Draco would be happy to stand by his side. They could do so much together if only they took the chance to see where it went. Hopefully Harry wanted him in the same way and was willing to take the chance with him, but judging by the looks and constant reassuring touches Harry kept giving him Draco thought their chances were pretty good.

The silencing spell was brought down bringing all of them out of their thoughts and calling for their full attention. When everyone was looking at the Wizengamot the Chief Warlock again spoke; "In regards to Ronald Billius Weasely, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges.

The charges are as follows: Dereliction of Duty, Obstructing an Active Investigation, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking across Country Borders, and Theft. The penalty for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and financial fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

In regards to Seamus Finnegan, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges. The charges are the same as read in regards to Ronald Billius Weasely. The sentence for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

In regards to Ginevra Molly Weasely, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges. The charges are the same as read in regards to Ronald Billius Weasely. The sentence for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

So I speak it, so mote it be." With those last words the gavel was banged against the wooden desk and the three convicts were led away with fearful ashen faces. Draco felt satisfied with the verdict and punishment; they had gotten what they deserved. The money he would be receiving would again be donated to a charitable cause.

Draco and his contingent stood, making to leave the large courtroom but were stopped by Molly Weasely's voice. "Harry how could you not speak up for them? If you had said something the penalty may not have been this bad! I thought we were your family?"

Harry looked the Weasely matriarch dead in the eye; "I did not speak for them because I believe they deserved the sentences they received. I consider you my family, but I also have to consider my morals and conscience. That is why I did not speak for Ron, Seamus or Ginevra.

If you can't understand my reasons then there is nothing I can do about that. Maybe one day you can understand why I did what I did. Come on Draco let's go out for lunch and celebrate the ending of all this." Draco smiled a small smile and took Harry's offered arm as the Potter Lord led them out of the room.

Draco was elated it was over, he never imagined it would go so quickly but then again when you have the Savior of the Wizarding World and the Minister of Magic in your corner it tends to speed up the wheels of justice. Draco's life was truly looking up and if the man guiding him out of the room stayed with him it could only get better.

Oh My Lord! Next time I decide to write a court scene I'm just going to slap myself. : ) Our three idiots have been brought to justice. I hope you all enjoyed it. One or two more chapters to go.

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: PLEASE READ! Okay I hope that got your attention. This is a repost of the last chapter but I forgot to explain one thing that is drivng me mad & someone pointed it out in a review. So if you want to know why none od Draco's lovely clients talked about to others than read on if not oh well!

Previously:

Draco was elated it was over; he never imagined it would go so quickly but then again when you have the Savior of the Wizarding World and the Minister of Magic in your corner it tends to speed up the wheels of justice. Draco's life was truly looking up and if the man guiding him out of the room stayed with him it could only get better.

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Six Months Later...

Draco was happy, incredibly stupidly happy! After the trial everything began to look up for the youngest Malfoy; the ordeal was behind him, the Malfoy's relationship with the wizarding world was on the mend and Draco was dating Harry Potter.

Draco had granted the Daily Prophet an interview, seeing as everyone knew he was missing and since he was seen in St. Mungos people wanted to know what happened. The newest Malfoy Lord had not gone into specifics about what exactly happened.

Essentially Draco had explained that he had been kidnapped, his memory erased and held for over six months in an unknown location. The reported had tried to pry more out of him but Draco did not budge, finally the young lady gave up and pursued other topics.

He had been asked about the Aurors and their lack of interest in his disappearance or attempts to locate him. Draco had been diplomatic in regards to his answer; he knew that most of the Aurors were honest; Ron and Seamus were just rotten. The blonde male had said almost exactly that.

Draco went on to detail that he would be donating the money he had been awarded by the Wizengamot to several worthy charities. He felt it was the right thing to do plus it never hurt to have the Malfoy name associated with philanthropic endeavors especially when he was trying to elevate their sullied name back into prominence.

The article went over well with the public; people were cordial if not overly friendly. Many believed Draco had suffered enough as it was and had no interest in continuing with the holding of grudges; in the post war wizarding world of Britain many were done with fighting.

Alice had become a friend to him; sometimes it was easier to talk about what happened to him with her. She could understand it better than his mother ort Harry could. Plus, Draco would feel embarrassed speaking about some of his issues with his mother or Harry.

The blonde also asked Alice why his clients had not come forward to spill their guts to the Prophet after the article was written about him. The brothel matron smiled slyly while explaining that whenever a new client came to Fallen Cherry Blossom they swore an oath of secrecy; they could divulge the loation of the brothel, recommend an employee by descroption of looks but not name and the client could tell them about their experience at the Blossom.

The oath also covered other patrons of the whorehouse; it would not do for one client to spill to the papers about seeing the Minister of Magic entering or exiting a known house of pleasure. Alice would be ruined, the number one requirement of any brothel was descretion and secrecy; men went expecting their business to remain private and hidden.

If a client tried to say more than was allowed or named names of patrons several unpleasant things would happen to them; some were physical like a painful burning sensation in their groin or the inability to maintain an erection.

However, the punishment also went beyond the physical such as sending Pensieve memories of the violating client's experience at Blossom to the client's wife or family even their employers. These repercussions made the risk of any of Draco's previous clients speaking out about him almost nill; that information settled his mind at ease.

Between Harry, his mother and Alice Draco was healing and six months later he felt complete in his life. Things were still a work in progress, they always would be but at this point Draco was content with his place in life. The last four months being Harry's lover were definitely amazing for the still love-struck teen. He owed Harry a lot even though the Potter Lord would never ask for anything.

Draco was grateful, even six months later, that Harry had made it his personal goal to get him and his mother out and back into the social circles of the elite members of wizarding society. He enjoyed the gatherings, the conversations were fascinating to the lithe blonde; Harry hated them even though he tried to smile for Draco's benefit.

The fact that Harry had spent over two months escorting him to several benefits and banquets made Draco care for him, maybe even love him, more. It was at one of the more bland functions that Harry had finally kissed him; the thought of it still made Draco swoon.

The only dark spot was the Weasely family; with the exception of the twins, Bill and Charlie the family had cut ties with Harry. Draco couldn't understand it? Weren't they supposed to be Harry's family? How could they turn their backs on him just because he wouldn't speak on behalf of their son and daughter?

Draco felt bad for a long time about that, Harry finally wheedled this out of him and promptly assured the blonde that it was not his fault that the Weaselys didn't understand his position. If anything it showed the last Potter exactly where he stood with the Weasely family.

Other than the Weasely family abandoning Harry everything else was phenomenal; he had taken over the Malfoy Lordship as well as the companies owned by his families. His father had left more than their name in ruin; they had less than half of the Malfoy fortune remaining.

It seemed his father not only funded the most recent war but neglected everything while it was being waged. It was disgusting to Draco that his so called proud father had let their family fall into such ruin and disrepute. However, things were not irreparable and with a lot of hard work Draco had begun to right the ship.

They weren't anywhere near as wealthy as they had once been but they could live quite nicely for a long time if Draco choose not to work. This was something Draco refused to do; no he wanted to prove himself and build their wealth and name back up for himself, his family and future children.

A blush covered Draco's pale cheeks; Harry and he had only been together for four months but they had progressed quickly. They both felt that it was foolish to wait when they both knew how they felt for the other.

HE expected a ring and a marriage proposal anytime from Harry; he would be saying "Yes" of course. Only then would he even entertain the thought of having a child with his emerald eyed lover, though they had both discussed the issue of children. Both males wanted more than one child; Draco especially since he knew how lonely being an only child could be.

Smile on his face Draco rose to make his way to the receiving room Harry would be home soon from his meeting with his account manager at Gringotts. As soon as Draco cleared the doorway the fire flared green and Harry stepped out in all his handsome glory.

Merlin Draco would never get sick of seeing Harry. The man was simply gorgeous, tall, broad shoulders, muscled but not overly so; his lover also possessed hands, lips and a cock that made Draco scream in ecstasy whenever they joined together in that way.

Before Draco could pounce on his newly arrived lover the fire flared again and Hermione stepped out. Draco looked to Harry in confusion seeing as he was never told Hermione was joining them. His confusion built when Bill, Charlie, Fred and George stepped out as well.

HIs mother, bless her, finally cleared up the confusion when she stepped into the room and greeted the new arrivals and thanking them for joining them for dinner. Dinner? When did that happen? Internally shrugging Draco pushed his questions to the back of his mind and resolved to enjoy the presence of his lover, mother and close friends.

Yes, he was good friends with Weaselys and a muggleborn; up yours father! The thought always sent a thrill down his spine, he knew his father would kill him if he saw what Narcissa and he were doing right now but seeing as his father wasn't there and never would be again Draco wasn't too worried.

The little crowd made their way to the sitting room that adjoined the dining room; drinks were served as well as finger foods. The conversation was great, it always was; the Weaselys and Granger always had such interesting news.

Draco thoroughly enjoyed speaking to Bill about his work in curse breaking, if he wasn't tied to a Noble house it would have been a fascination career to look into. Also, hearing the goings on at Gringotts never hurt you wither especially in terms of where and when to invest your galleons.

Finally a tiny little elf announced that dinner was being served, they all made their way inside and took their seats. His mother sat at the head of the table as a sign of respect for her while Harry and Draco sat across from each other at her side. The rest of their guests took their chairs.

Draco blushed more that night then he had for in his life! The twins seemed to tease him more than usual; Draco didn't mind if anything it made him feel like he was a part of Harry's remaining Weasely surrogate family. It pleased him greatly that their mutual loved ones could get along.

His mother, Narcissa, was enjoying her time chatting with Charlie about Dragons; his mother had always been fascinated by the beasts. Where do you think the name Draco came from? Not that Draco minded he loved his name, it was a string and honorable name; plus Draco could always steal away, look up into the sky and spot the constellation he was named for.

Finally the invading Weaselys and Hermione left for the night, Narcissa excused herself looking happy but tired. As much as Draco hated to admit his mother was aging, the war had not been kind to her either. She was still a strong woman and witch but she tired easily, requiring Narcissa to rest more frequently.

Harry knew it weighed on him; Draco had just gotten his mother back, he couldn't lose her now! "Narcissa will be fine love. She just needs her rest besides being with the Weaselys can make anyone tired." Draco chuckled at the truth of his lover's words.

"Indeed, those twins certainly make our lives more interesting don't they? But I wouldn't want it any other way. Feels nice to have true friends for the first time in my life and I have to thank for it all. Thank you Harry and I love you." Harry pressed a kiss to his cheek before backing away a lewd smirk on his lips.

"If you want to thank me I have some ideas; come Draco let's go to bed so you can show me your thanks and I can show you my appreciation." Draco's blood immediately flooded to his groin filling his cock, by the time they reached their room Draco's cock was hard and wanting; it amazed the Malfoy Lord that just the mere thought of Harry could make him hard and wanting.

Draco and Harry made their way hand and hand over to the large bed, both glancing at each other with love and lust swirling in their eyes. The blonde made the first move, reaching for Harry's robes to remove them from his lover's broad body. Next his lover's button up shirt hit the floor followed by his boots being kicked off. Draco finally unbuttoned Harry's pants and boxers, pushing them to the floor.

Harry stepped out of his puddling pants and undergarments and took a step forward so he could smash his lips to Draco's. Their kisses were always like liquid fire to Draco, rapidly racing through him and burning his nerve ending until he was so sensitive he could almost cum just by Harry's lips alone.

Finally Harry removed his now swollen lips from Draco's equally bruised ones, the Malfoy Lord allowed Harry to strip him of his clothing and soon they were both nude. Draco stared at his lover's body, it was so much different than his own; Harry was taller, broader and had corded muscle lining his body.

Where Harry was dark Draco was light; silver blonde hair to his lover's raven locks, liquid grey eyes to Harry's shining emeralds.

They were opposites in every way, but they fit together like they were always meant to be together. It made Draco believe in fate or destiny that he was out here to be with Harry and Harry was born to be with him.

Draco took a step forward, placing his hands on Harry's broad chest and running his hands downward, touching and caressing his lover's nipples until the pebbled only moving to massage Harry's sensitive hips.

Draco's exploring hands finally made it to Harry's hard erection; his slender hand wrapped around his lover's rigid flesh and began to pump. HIs other hand made it to Harry's heavy balls, rolling them in his hand Draco watched his lover's dark eyes become hazy with pleasure.

He loved knowing that Harry enjoyed what Draco was doing to him; deciding to further Harry's pleasure he dropped gracefully to his knees removed his stoking hand from Harry's cock and replaced it with his hungry mouth. The emerald eyed man's moans pushed Draco onward, encouraging the blonde to take more of his lover's cock into his mouth.

Draco felt the blunt head of Harry's member hit the back of his throat, suppressing his reflex to gag Draco allowed the head of his partner's erection to slide into his throat. He swallowed and hummed when pre-cum leaked out of the slit of his lover's cock; gods he loved the way Harry tasted.

Harry was now moaning and thrusting his hips, thrusting his hard length into Draco's willing mouth. He let the raven haired man chase his own release; Draco allowed his throat to relax as Harry began to pump his hips faster. The kneeling man knew his lover was close, his thrusts were becoming erratic and Draco could feel the balls his was still fondling tightening to Harry's body, signaling his lover's approaching release.

He opened eyes he didn't realize he closed; casting his lust blown grey eyes upward to meet Harry's equally lust darkened eyes. It seemed this was Harry's undoing the second their eyes met Harry thrust forward once more and spilled his seed into Draco's waiting mouth. He drank his lover's release greedily, devouring every drop Harry gave him.

The blonde man continued to suck and lick his lover's cock until no traces of semen remained in Harry's length. Draco yelped when he was pulled of his knees and pushed onto the soft bed; Harry was on top of him in seconds mauling his mouth. Their tongues battled each other, sliding against each other in sensual movements only lovers knew.

Draco was left breathless when Harry pulled his mouth away from him only to humph when he was flipped onto his stomach. He allowed himself to relax, letting his lover do what he wanted with him; he trusted Harry to never do anything Draco wouldn't want him to and stop if Draco asked him to.

A mewl left him when he felt a cleansing spell flow through his channel; a scream of pure ecstasy left Draco's pink lips when his lover's slick tongue licked the puckered flesh surrounding his entrance before that talented tongue delved into his tight ass. Merlin, Morgana and Circe Draco loved it when Harry did this to him.

Draco was adrift in the pleasure Harry was giving to his body, his hands were clenching the bed sheets as his lover continued to plunder his now loosening hole. Those strong hands were grasping his hips lightly, encouraging his Draco to thrust his hips back, allowing Harry's tongue to slip deeper into his ass.

HIs lover pulled away from Draco's now dripping entrance, a murmured lubrication spell slicking Draco's already twitching tunnel and coating Harry's reawakened length. Another yelp was heard when Draco was flipped yet gain onto his back, his long toned legs were lifted to sit on his lover's broad shoulders.

Harry grasped his hip gently while the other appendage was guiding his lubed cock into Draco's slightly gaping hole. A whimper of pained pleasure escaped him as Harry's impressive erection spread him open as his lover sank deeper into his waiting body.

Draco was in bliss when Harry's bottomed out, his groin settling against Draco's slick ass cheeks; the pain was still radiating through his ass but he didn't mind, the blonde always enjoyed a bit of pain in their lovemaking. Harry remained still until Draco let him know he could move, even though Draco enjoyed the burning pain of being stretched he had no desire for his entrance to be torn.

Finally the pain all but disappeared and the needy blonde rolled his hips, silently telling his waiting lover he was ready. Harry readjusted his legs on his shoulders, leaning forward so Draco's knees were almost touching the mattress next to his head. Harry moved his arms, circling them around Draco's back and lifting the smaller male so his ass opened further for deeper penetration.

Harry finally began to move his hips, slowly penetrating Draco's body in deep languorous thrusts. Draco was in heaven, his lover always knew what he wanted and needed; tonight Draco needed to be comforted, loved and cherished and Harry would always give him just what he needed.

However, Draco was becoming impatient in between his mewls and moans the blonde managed to whimper out a plea for his lover to go faster and harder. The man above him obliged willingly, shifting his strong arms so Harry was supporting his weight on his forearms and knees; Draco was essentially bent in half now.

Harry's larger body was still hovering close to Draco's smaller form, the blonde could feel the heat of Harry's body radiating into him. Harry looked deep into his grey eyes, never breaking eye contact as he withdrew his large cock from Draco's body and thrust back in hard.

Draco threw his head back and shouted his euphoria to the darkened ceiling; Harry had hit his prostate dead on and from the look of it his thrusting lover had every intention of nailing that little bundle of nerves on every inward thrust. His slim hands rose to grab Harry's shoulders for dear life, digging his nails into Harry's flesh, attempting to ground himself in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.

The moans and whimpers permeated the large bedroom, Harry's growls joined in as well creating a symphony to accompany the sounds of slapping skin and wet noises as Draco's greedy hole clenched and tried to pull Harry's thrusting cock deeper into his body.

All too soon Draco felt that familiar heat in his lower belly, slowly that warmth began to swirl outward picking up speed as it flooded his body. That scorching fire singed his nerves and shattered his mind; finally it all became too much and Draco came hard. His untouched cock pulsed in between them, spurting his seed in arcs onto their sweaty skin.

Draco's nails were dug into Harry's shoulders, his well fucked channel began to flutter and seize Harry's still thrusting length as he rode out his mind blowing climax. Draco's vision was filled with black spots, when the last bit of seed left his length he allowed himself to sink into the bed; his body becoming pliable as Harry continued to pound into him.

The sated blonde didn't know how much time passed before he felt hot liquid being released deep inside his bowels as Harry met his end. A small mewl left his lips as the hot liquid filled his body, agitating his already sensitive prostate. He was exhausted from his powerful release but he felt when Harry mumbled a cleaning and freshening charm on them and their bed.

A smile was on his pouty lips when Harry lay down next to him, pulled his smaller body to his broader one and grasped his left hand in his. The blonde froze however when he felt a ring slip onto his ring finger. Draco's grey eyes flew open, immediately searching for Harry's emerald orbs.

He was confused was this what he thought it was? Harry just smiled genuinely at him before placing a chaste kiss to his lips; "Draco Lucius Malfoy, will you do me the honor of being my husband?" The Malfoy Lord was speechless, finally he snapped out of it a blinding smile on his face; "Yes, my gods Harry Yes!" Both males smiled at each other like the fools in love that they were.

Draco settled down for sleep, his body draping over Harry's as they both drifted off to sleep. His life wasn't perfect, even now things went wrong but the most important thing was he had his family with him; Harry, his mother, even the Weaselys and Granger were his family now.

He would cherish them always and forever; six months ago he had been a whore with no memory in the Fallen Cherry Blossom, it was amazing what six months could do. Draco was now a Lord, a philanthropist, a friend, a son and finally the lover of one Harry James Potter. He adored his life as it was and he would do everything to continue their happiness.

Draco drifted off to sleep with a content smile on his face and Harry's strong arms wrapped around him. This was perfect; who knew what the future would bring but Draco would meet it head on, with Harry by his side no one could stop him.

TIME SKIP

Six Years Later...

Draco glanced around the garden at Malfoy Manor looking at his three children running around like little demons. HIs eldest son five year old James Sirius Malfoy-Potter was Harry's spitting image with his father's personality to match. The child just couldn't stay out of trouble.

His second son four year old Narcissus Draco Malfoy-Potter was a Draco's clone with black hair. The little boy had inherited Draco's curious nature and always wanted to read and figure things out for himself; a very independent little thing but Draco was proud of his son's thirst for knowledge. It would help his older brother when they both went off to Hogwarts.

His last child a little three year old girl by the name of Lily Wilhelmina Malfoy-Potter was an interesting mix of Harry and Draco; like his mother Lily had two tone hair, the top was black while the bottom was a silvery blonde. Top off the greenish silver eyes and you had a mixture of her bearer and father just in a dainty female form.

Draco adored Harry and his three children with his whole being. Six years had passed but it felt like only yesterday that Harry had found him at the brothel and took him away from all that. Things were wonderful; Malfoy Manor, their home, was filled with the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet.

Narcissa was always in fine spirits, ever since James' birth his mother had seemed to get another breath of life into her. This made Draco happy, he wanted his mother to know his children, to teach them about things and show Lily how to be a proper lady.

Don't get him wrong Draco still allowed his children to have fun, unlike his father but they still had their responsibilities. The three little brats were schooled at home so work was assigned them, nothing complicated seeing as they were so young but Draco wanted them to get into the habit of learning and studying. Right now they were teaching them about magical creatures.

This weekend they would be visiting Uncle Charlie at the reserve in Romania; the three rug rats had yet to calm down, ever since Draco and Harry had told them of the trip the three Malfoy-Potters were jumping around the house.

Sighing Draco just smiled indulgently, he turned when he felt his husband enter the garden. The raven haired man was still strapping and handsome; Draco moved over on the bench so Harry could sit down next to him. Draco had time to place a chaste kiss to Harry's lips before his husband was bombarded by happy shrieks and hugs from their glomping children.

This was heaven to Draco; his children and his husband by his side. He would never ask for anything more, he was truly blessed and would continue to make sure they stayed happy, healthy and whole. This wasn't the life he thought he would have when he was younger but now that Draco had it he could not think of his life being any other way.

A request for a game of tag was heard and accepted by Harry, before Draco knew it Harry was pulling him off the bench to chase around their three sprinting munchkins. Life was good and it would continue to be so, all he needed was his family.

Well Lovelies that is the end of Fallen; I hope you all enjoyed the fic!

All Mistakes Are My Own!