Draco and Ron arrived at Theodore Nott's house, it was silent, and that worried Draco. Ron had Harry's invisibility cloak on and was clutching his and Harry's wand.

"As soon as we find Harry you give him his wand," Draco whispered.

"Okay, no problem," Ron whispered back.

Draco walked through the house closely followed by Ron behind, he kicked open a few doors, and they were empty he got to the double doors near the staircase and kicked them open.

He paused when he was faced with two Harry's sat tied to chairs. "Fuck," He whispered, "stand behind them and watch for me to my wand on the real Harry, got it?"

"Got it," Ron whispered back.

"Draco, leave it's a trap," Harry on the right shouted as Draco walked into the room and faced them both.

Draco folded his arms and had a hand rested across his mouth to stifle a smirk, he squinted, and his eyes searched both Harry's.

There were 77 differences that he could see between real Harry and fake Harry he could tell pretty much straight away which one was which he wasn't an idiot he had been staring at Harry since they met, he knew how Harry wore his hair, his facial expressions and his mannerisms.

"Okay, I will play," Draco said to them both.

"Draco," The Harry on the left said.

"If you were the real Harry you would be able to answer this question," Draco began. "The crossword is my favourite part of reading the daily prophet, true or false?" He pointed to fake Harry.

Fake Harry smiled like he knew the answer, "True."

"That is correct," Draco lied and looked at real Harry's eyebrows furrow in confusion. He took out his wand and put it against the real Harry's chest. "Don't think you can fool me, Nott." He saw a wand slide into Harry's pocket and moved back.

"Draco, untie me," fake Harry called as he kept his wand pointed at real Harry.

"Is he alone?" Draco looked up at Ron.

"Yes, it's just them, let me go," fake Harry said, but Draco ignored him waiting for the coast to be clear.

"So Nott, what is your deal?" Draco said to real Harry.

"He is Nott, not me," Harry replied through gritted teeth.

Ron came back and signalled with his hand that the coast was clear. Draco turned to fake Harry, "Hold still, Pertificus totalus," fake Harry was paralysed in the chair. "Ron, untie Harry, I will deal with Nott."

"Crossword puzzle Draco? your deciding factor was a crossword puzzle?" Harry said angrily as he was being untied.

"What was is it you said earlier, Yee has little faith?" Draco smirked. "Give me some credit I think I can tell the difference between my husband and a fake, plus you are wearing your wedding ring."

Draco kneeled in front of the fake Harry with a look of disgust on his face. "Fact one: if you are going to polyjuice yourself to look like someone and pass them off as a fake, you take off their wedding ring. Fact two: My favourite part of the daily prophet is the potter updates and if you want to know why see fact one for the part about the wedding ring. Fact three: You are going to Azkaban. Fact four: If I ever get a whiff about you around me or my family I will kill you."

Draco stood up and gave Harry a tight hug, "I love you so much," He whispered.

Ron cleared his throat, "We need to get him out of here still, and there is a big guy in the kitchen knocked out."

The next few days were crazy for Harry and Draco they had been all over the Daily prophet following the capture of Theodore Nott. Draco wasn't referred to as an Ex -death eater but a hero who saved the chosen one's life.

He interviewed with the daily prophet to plug his new Event Planning business which he already has been fully booked for the rest of the year. He managed to book Harry a private weekend away up north away from the madness of the wizarding world.

Ron was excused from retraining and thanked with the Head Auror promotion for his involvement in getting Nott safely locked up in Azkaban.

Christmas: One Year Later.

Draco sat around the dining room table in The Malfoy Manor with his parents sat side by side still looking as happy as they always did. They had organised Christmas this year as Draco needed a break from planning anything, he was frankly sick of christmas this year as he had spent the whole of December planning clients work Christmas parties, Christmas weddings and even Hogwarts staff Christmas party.

The heat from the fireplace made his mood happy as he cosied up to Harry who sat next to him at the table. Harry had been enjoying his time not working and found himself very busy with their very blonde three-month-old girl Lily Potter-Malfoy, who was finally fast asleep in the stroller next to Lucius. Everyone was in a complete shock to how quickly he had bonded with her, Draco actually thinks she prefers Lucius more than him and Harry.

Pansy and Blaise were sat together next to Harry, still in their honeymoon period even after she had been pregnant for nine months and pushed out Lily, Blaise was in total awe of her. Ron and Hermione didn't come this year as they were away in Australia visiting Hermione's parents.

"I'm not going to wake her up Draco, stop being so dramatic," Lucius said as he was moving Lilys new teddy bear close to her in the stroller.

"It took Harry and me nearly an hour to get her to sleep," Draco went on.

"Please can you pass me the gravy," Harry asked Pansy who was closest to it. "If she wakes up he can put her back to sleep." He poured the gravy over his turkey and handed it to Draco.

"That sounds fair," Draco agreed. "Grandpa."

The all laughed apart from Lucius who was too busy watching his granddaughter sleep.

"A toast," Narcissa called raising her glass. "To a new family, which wouldn't be possible without Pansy and Blaise."

Draco coughed, "And me being the father."

"Harry could be the father too," Narcissa corrected.

Draco snorted, "Do you see a scar on her forehead, no, I do see blonde hair though."

"Okay Draco, must we have this conversation at the dinner table." Harry sighed it wasn't the first time he heard Draco boasting at the fact Lily had white blonde hair.

"I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you to admit, I won," Draco leaned in and kissed Harry's cheek.

"To Lily," Narcissa said loudly with her glass still raised.

"To Lily," Everyone called raising their glass, and Lily began to cry.

The End.

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