Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

chapter ten-The Chosen One

Rindr and Geb came in hours later to tell them goodbye and give them extra food to take with them. Harry insisted it wasn't necessary since he would be spending his time in civilizations and not in some outland territory, but they wouldn't let them leave without so they gave up on contending and took their comestibles.

They left once Rindr launched into a rant about earthworms, feeling it unnecessary to listen what he had to say. They clasped hands once outside the front door in the alleyway where they had almost been caught. Harry took hold of Draco's arm and they appreciated just outside of the burrow. The house stood as it did before he had left, which gave him some hope that things were okay.

"Harry, I don't know about this. What do they think of me? I am pretty sure their family hates my family. It's not like I've been particularly nice to them all of these years."

"Don't worry. Just be yourself, not the self that your father created of you. The one that you truly are." Harry said clasping his hand again.

He rolled his eyes, "right, be by myself. "

"That's m'boy." Harry cheered cupping his arse and squeezing. He gave a small squeal before Harry pulled him up the path to the front door. He was probably more nervous than Draco was. He had just disappeared for a year and was just now deciding to show up again with a death eater in his hands. He honestly had no idea what to expect.

He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited. He heard the house bustle with noise before Mrs.Weasley opened the door. She stood transfixed, staring at them. He felt Draco let go of his hand. "Harry." she said in a whisper, tears filled her eyes and she threw her arms around him, "Harry. You're okay. W-we didn't know what happened to you. Oh just wait until Ron and Hermione find out, they'll be so pleased." she wiped tears from her cheeks before looking over at Dracos awkward figure. "Harry...?"

"Oh, um, Mrs.Weasley. I thought you should know, that this is the reason I ran...I mean, I was gone for such a long time. Um, the ministry was looking for death eaters and....he just wasn't safe here. So we left."

"You left so you could keep him safe, but Harry, he's a death eater. He almost got you killed! His father!" she shrieked in terror.

"What, Ron didn't tell you about our relationship before the war?"Harry asked, taking Draco's hand in his, their sweat mixing in a small pool in between their palms.

"Relationship? No. goodness, Harry. You don't mean? Well, I guess that's okay, you must have had good reasons for choosing him so I'll trust your judgment here. Come inside, the others will be so happy, oh I'll owl Ron and Hermione. They got engaged right after the war ended. We were all so happy." they followed her into the kitchen where Mr.Weasley, George, and Ginny sat. they got up and looked about the same as Mrs.Weasley did when she had first opened the door.

Ginny was the first to speak, "Harry! You're okay!" she ran over and sent her arms around Harry's chest, pulling him away from Draco. Draco cleared his throat and she pulled away glaring at him. "What is he doing here, Harry? I thought you left him after what happened."

"Well actually, we're now engaged," Draco said proudly. Sticking his nose in the air.

"Engaged!" everyone in the kitchen bellowed at once.

Ginny pulled her mouth close to Harry's ear, "you can't be serious? After what he did-"

"Yes, Ginny. We've forgiven each other. Everyone during the war had to make difficult decisions and well, there was never any good options. And I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Which is why we are here. To clear Draco's name. He never did anything wrong during the war-"

"Well, that's not entirely-"

"No, stop. You didn't do anything wrong. Snape was the one who killed Dumbledore and you left right after rescuing me. Do you think you guys can help me, convince everyone that he is innocent."

"I think we ought to let people know you're alive first. Nobody knew where you went. We all thought you were dead. There were even several books written about you describing the final battle with Voldemort and how you died." Mr.Weasley said, tossing him a copy of a daily prophet that was a couple of months old. The headline read 'Harry Potter! The chosen one, dead'. A blown up picture of him from fourth year coming out of the water during the second task of the Triwizard tournament was under it.

"Hey, that's a really hot picture of you Harry, "Draco said, reading the article over his shoulder.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"Harry!" he spun around when he heard his name called and he saw Ron and Hermione running up the path. "You bastard!" she yelled. She flung the door open, "why did you not right! God Harry, we were so worried! You didn't even tell us where you went! You just left!"

"Hermione calm down, he was trying to lay low, what would it have looked like if we had started getting a whole bunch of letters. They would have brought us back in and questioned us. We would have had to make up some more lies about how clueless we were." Ron put his hands on her shoulders to hold her back.

"I guess you're right. Oh, Harry, we were so worried. I hated telling everyone that you had died. It was awful after a while it started to feel like it was true." she cried.

"I am really sorry, Hermione. I really am." He said as she cried into him. Ron tried to smile at him, but it wasn't as joy full as he had expected. She tore away and rubbed her eyes.

Mrs.Wesley came into the kitchen with a pile of blankets in her arms, "you two look a bit knackered. Let's fix you up a bed and you can get some rest, how about it?" She motioned for them to follow and they did. Although Neither of them felt the least bit tired.

She put them in Ron's old bedroom and closed the door, leaving a bowl of soup for both of them on the table.

They ate in silence and then climbed into the bed, wrapping one another in their arms. Harry kissed Draco and told him good night. Neither of them slept but were silent in the comfort of the other.