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Fred Weasley

A/N
I promise this is a Fred Weasley, it'll get there eventually. This also has LGBTQ pairings in, so if you're not okay with that, byeeeeeee.
Also this is a long one, so sorry in advance :)

The war left its marks on many people.
George scarred by almost losing his twin, Oliver having to constantly remind him Fred was still alive.
Ginny was haunted by the sounds of screams and Hogwarts falling as she listened from the room of requirement, unable to help at 16.
Percy was shocked that he had been so blind, he had almost lost his family without reconciliation, and then where would he be?
Mr and Mrs Weasley were relieved all their children had come through unscathed, the near death experience they had all had bonded them closer to each other.
Ron and Hermione couldn't sleep until the other was there, to keep the night terrors away.
Harry woke up nearly every night in a cold sweat.

And Draco.

Draco was haunted by what he had done. Voldemort's face featured in all his dreams, his left forearm covered in red scratches as he tried to erase the past. He even turned his own father in to the ministry, he just wanted to forget. He was racked with guilt. Guilt at calling Hermione a mudblood, guilt at shaming the Weasleys for their lack of wealth. Guilt for following his parents and not his heart.

This guilt followed him all day, especially when he walked into the ministry in the morning. Deciding to become an auror to justify his teenage actions was the best and worst decision of his life. He finally felt like he was doing the right thing for once, yet sharing an office with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley knawed at him.

They sat and talked, laughing whilst they worked, and Draco sat in the corner wallowing in his self pity. Wishing he could go back in time and change. Wishing he could have some real friends, people who loved him for him and told him when he was wrong, stood up to him, not just encourage him to become his father.

It was nearly Christmas now, snow falling and turning to mush outside. The fire was roaring in the office, Ron and Harry discussing arrangements for the Burrow whilst Draco pretended to not be interested in the corner.

"It's the first time since before the battle we're all coming home. Even Bill and Fleur are going to be there- and it's the last Christmas before they're parents, you'd think they'd want to spend it alone." Ron sat munching some chocolate on Harry's desk.

Harry leaned back, stretching, "yeah, but still, I suppose Molly's happy, even though it'll be a squeeze."
He looked over at Draco, he had noticed how withdrawn he was the past two years of working together, how he always pretended to not be interested but was secretly longing to be included. " Say, Draco? What are your plans for Christmas?"

Draco started at the mention of his name, they rarely spoke to him, and it was always work related. "Dunno, maybe just sit at home with a bottle of red and watch a movie?"
Ron frowned. "You're not going home to Malfoy Manor then?"
Draco scowled. "No. Mother decided to sell the Manor, Lucius won't be needing it anytime soon, and the divorce papers went through ages ago. She's a free woman now, not just the shell she used to be under his terror, that house holds a lot of bad memories for us both, we just wanted shot of it. Last I heard she was in Rio, soaking up the sun and the festivities."

Shocked silence befall the other two, Harry sending a look to Ron, which the latter widened his eyes and slightly shrugged, imperceptible to Draco's eyes.

"Why don't you come to the Burrow then, you shouldn't be alone at Christmas."

"Erm, I mean, sure? If you'll have me I guess. I know I haven't been the....nicest."
"True. True. But still, you put your own father in prison and did apologise like twenty times a day for the first six months about your actions. We all said and did some stuff, but that was before the war and in the past. Besides, Mrs Weasley would love another person, a full house makes her feel better."