Redempted Draco Malfoy - Tumblr Posts

During the Second Wizarding War, Draco Malfoy took a much more... active part in aiding Harry Potter’s side.

He provided food and supplies to the hidden students of 7th year, earning their trust. He fed lies to the Carrows and sneaked students under their noses, earning his classmates’ admiration.

At the Malfoy Manor, he befriended Luna, brought food to the prisoners, and gave Harry and Ron his wand. At the Battle of Hogwarts, he refused his father’s outstretched hand and stood beside Neville, prepared to die at the Dark Lord’s wand.

He was bloody terrified throughout the whole thing, but he did nonetheless.

In return, half the student body testified at his trial, saving him from Azkaban.

But they could not save him from his father.

Draco returned to the Manor—although not by choice—where for two months, he lived with his parents. They were both under house arrest, but that did not stop his father’s power from extending to the Manor’s walls.

When Draco returned to school, he was different.

He went to class, ate in his room, slept after everyone else had gone to bed, and only spoke when spoken to. Neville and Ginny said he was quiet, but Luna said he was broken.

Harry awkwardly approached him after two weeks.

A week after that, Draco started joining them for meals.

Two weeks later, Hermione and Draco were passionately discussing the merits of polyjuice and its effect on the human body. Ron just wanted Draco to make his next chess move and Harry just wanted to listen to anything other than how moon phases affected potions.

Luna said he was healing.

That was good, right?

It was funny, how Hermione would catch Draco reading Muggle-Borns and their Importance and he would hide the book in his bag. It was funny, how Ron would see Weasley Wizard Wheazes being used and Draco would offer some comforting words. It was funny, how Draco would discuss Quidditch with Ginny and the Gryffindor team, but no fists would fly. It was funny, how Luna and Draco would be found talking in the courtyard at 2 am, but no evidence was around to prove their rule-breaking. It was funny, how Draco and Neville tutored each other in potions and herbology, and how Neville earned more bloody noses than they could count from whoever talked shit about Draco.

It was funny, how Draco walked Ginny through her coming out. How he explained to the others what queer meant. How he explained to Harry what it meant to him.

It was funny, how Harry and Draco would walk each other to their classes, even if they were at opposite ends of the schools. It was funny, how they would charm the Daily Prophet to show hilarious headlines when all it spewed was more Death Eater crap. It was funny, how they would duel and Draco would offer his hand to Harry after knocking him to the ground. It was funny, how Harry convinced him to take a broom ride and they spent much too long chasing a lone snitch. How they cast knowing looks at each other in the middle of class. How they partnered in potions and wrote each other’s essays.

How Harry would follow Draco’s form on the Map, and then follow him in person to the Astronomy tower. How they would comfort each other after a nightmare. How Draco broke down and told Harry about Lucius’ abuse. How Harry explained the Dursley’s and Dumbledore’s choices. How Draco was so angry at the Headmaster’s stupidity five windows shattered. How Harry was struck dumb by Draco’s reaction and realized in that moment Draco meant a whole lot more than a friend.

It was funny how they all realized Draco was their friend.

And how life carried on to Christmas break.

When the snow began to fall, many students stayed at Hogwarts. The Weasleys went home, to comfort each other, but Hermione and the others stayed. Luna, the ever knowing, said it was because people were smart enough to know when others needed time.

A week before break, Draco announced he was staying at school. Four days later, he received a letter and left the hall in a rush. The next day, he was gone, and the others were baffled.

Harry ventured to Mcgonnagal, worried for Draco. But with no strong evidence, she could not do anything.

Call it luck, call it faith, but before Harry left her office, green flames roared. Narcissa Black’s frantic voice filtered through the smoke and called for help. Harry, in his impulsiveness, jumped through the fire and into Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa was shocked to see him, but gestured towards the dining room, where someone was screaming. The doors burst open, and in strode Lucius Malfoy, who froze at the sight of Harry.

Behind him, Harry could see a limp body lying by the table, blond hair stark white against crimson blood.

Harry saw red, and he dueled the Death Eater. It was Harry’s Phoenix feather against Draco’s Unicorn hair—Lucius having no wand of his own. Narcissa ran to her son, screamed at her husband to stop, but magic flew until Aurors broke through Lucius’ wards.

The fight ended quickly after that, and Lucius was arrested again. Harry couldn’t really care less; he was more worried about Draco in St. Mungos.

That and the fact he desperately wanted to kiss Draco. No denying it now.

When Draco (finally) awoke, he was relieved to see Harry, who promptly chewed him out for not coming to him when Lucius threatened to harm Narcissa. Draco shrugged and muttered something about not deserving their help, but Harry was having none of it.

Harry explained he would do anything for Draco if he had to, not because of guilt or life debts, but because he cared about him. Because he didn’t want to see him hurt—or Merlin’s sake, dead.

Draco blinked from his hospital bed, processing Harry’s words. Before he could utter any response, though, Harry planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Which Draco reciprocated, I might add.

When Ginny returned from the Burrow to find everything the same except for some noticeable hand-holding, she wasn’t surprised. Ron, on the other hand, spat out his pumpkin juice and demanded to know what in the name of Merlin’s tits happened over break.