“i never really gave up on you,” she said. “not really. i always hoped…. hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because i never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? and she thought you might take a bit more notice if i was a bit more — myself.” “smart girl, that hermione,” said harry, trying to smile. “i just wish i’d asked you sooner. we could’ve had ages…months…years maybe…” “but you’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world,” said ginny, half laughing. “well…i can’t say i’m surprised. i knew this would happen in the end. i knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting voldemort. maybe that’s why i like you so much.”
There is nothing you can say to make me think that this boy is evil, nothing. Being raised with certain ideals, believing in your parents, trusting in those that are supposedly older and wiser than you is what everyone’s been taught to do.
Draco Malfoy trusted his family, to him he was always on the right side of the war, until the end when he thought maybe these adults don’t actually know what they’re doing. He trusted the people around him, that’s exactly what he was supposed to do.
And don’t compare him to Sirius because Sirius was brought to the light because his family was cruel. They hurt him, they abused him, he had the positive influence of the potters so he had an escape.
Draco’s parents never hurt him they loved him so much that they spoiled him rotten. They loved him and tried to protect him, to Draco these people. The people who raised him were good people. They were kind to him, they valued him. How could people he loved so much be evil?
Then after all this he learns for himself that his parents are wrong. The people he thought were heroes have failed him, and he has to put his trust in a boy he’s hated for 7 years. And he does, ever so slightly he does, he tries to be better. He sees that his family is wrong and he saves Harry’s life. And as soon as he starts realizing this an evil mad man moves int his house, threatens that same family who’s only ever done right by him. He had no choice
Draco Malfoy was a spoiled brat don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t evil. He was a child, a victim of circumstance, and a product of his society. But he was not evil.
DRACO MALFOY WAS NOT EVIL
“When you say ‘o’ your mouth looks like a butthole.” Draco told Harry before he snickered. Personally, he found the first thing he said after waking up from a six-day lasting magical coma quite funny. Just as he found his auror partner Harry bursting into tears when he saw he was awake quite funny.
Actually, he found everything quite funny.
“What the hell Draco, do you know how much money I lost waiting for your stupid butt to wake up?” Damn, angry clad in a business suit Pansy was just a little bit less funny. Especially when she punched him in the arm and then proceeded to glare at him.
But then he remembered she said butt, and the situation went back to funny again.
“What she means to say is we’re all very happy you didn’t die, Draco.” His mom clarified. Draco decided that his mom was not funny, she was just very nice. He reached out and flapped his hands around to invite her for a hug.
When she didn’t respond he whined “mommy huuug”, which was more effective. He liked his mother’s hug. But the way her long hair tickled his cheeks, well that was funny all over again. He laughed into her neck.
“Is, eh, is he okay?” Draco laughed again. Harry Potter being concerned about him, that ought to be the most hilarious thing in the world. He was still laughing about it when his mom released him from her tight embrace.
“He might be feeling some of the side effects from the potions we gave him.” A weird green blob at the end of his bed said. The green blob was funny too.
“And what potion was that exactly?” The slightly hoarse voice of Harry asked.
“One that you cannot give to him every time he annoys you mr Potter.” The green blob replied.
“That wasn’t what I asked it for.” Harry said then. “He gets so down sometimes. Like the whole world including himself doesn’t want anything to do with him.” Harry sighed a deep, sad sigh. “I’d do anything to change that. At least for me the usual meds work, for him they don’t. I thought this might be able to help.”
Oh. That was not funny. That was sad. And sweet. And savory.
Savory? That’s not an emotion Draco. Draco told Harry so.
“No Draco, savory is not an emotion.” Harry grabbed his hand and smiled, but the smile didn’t erase the hurt in his eyes. That, Draco thought, is really super stupid. Draco didn’t like his Harry sad.
“Stop being so sad.” Draco suddenly pulled one on Harry’s arms so the man lost his balance and fell face first onto Draco, burying his nose in Draco’s shoulder. Draco maneuvered Harry’s head so that it was closer to his face and then proceeded to kiss his scalp, that was covered in that stupid messy black hair of his. “My Harry is not allowed to be sad.”
“No?” Harry asked muffled and very surprised.
“Well then my Draco isn’t allowed to be sad either.” Harry told him defiantly as he pushed himself up. Draco didn’t allow him to fully sit up though, which was why, when the next two blobs entered (Ron and Hermione, but just like Harry Draco didn’t see shit without glasses) they found Harry as a mess of limbs trapped in Draco’s surprisingly strong and muscled arms.
“Pay up Weasley, I told you they would smooch.” Pansy held up her hand to Ronald with a smug grin on her face. Narcissa and Hermione exchanged knowing smiles. Draco pressed another kiss on Harry’s head.
All was well.
Okay not all was well. Harry’s glasses were very much not well, they were crushed between his and Draco’s chest. Also everyone in the room got huge cavities from watching something so disgustingly sweet as Harry and Draco. Hermione’s parents were not happy.
Sorry I have a thing for Draco on drugs. Please don’t hate me
A little after Harry and Ginny had gotten engaged, Ginny paid a visit to the Dursley’s. She let herself in and sat down at the kitchen table where Petunia was serving Vernon over cooked steaks.
“Who the bloody hell are you!” Vernon growled as Petunia shrieked and jumped back, spilling the plate of steaks all over the floor.
“Ginny Weasley,” she replied casually and held up her left hand, “Your nephew just asked me to marry him.”
“I will not have that nasty, ungrateful, little–” Vernon began but stopped when he saw Ginny’s wand pointed at his nose.
“I know how turn your bogeys into bats that will attack your face, so I suggest you shut up.”
Petunia and Vernon gaped at her. Ginny grinned.
“I just wanted to set some boundaries, since we’re going to be family soon.”
“How dare you-” Vernon began.
Ginny raised her wand again, “The first is that Harry is never going to see either of you again.”
“I assure you we don’t want anything to do with–”
“It’s a small country,” Ginny began, “So if you see Harry walking around London or on the coast or even in the damn supermarket, you turn and you walk the other way. This goes double for our children.”
“The second,” she continued, “You’re not to speak ill of Harry to anyone–witch, wizard, muggle, butterfly–I don’t care. You won’t do it, and if you do, I will know.“
"You can’t do this!” Vernon raged, “You can’t! You’ve got all sorts of laws saying you can’t interfere with us! You’re not allowed!”
“Not allowed?” Ginny laughed, “I’m a war hero, you stupid git, and Harry saved the world, so you’d better be good.” She stood, “Or I will know.” Without another word, she spun and disappeared from the room with violent crack.
“We won’t be seeing you,” Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
“Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,” said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. “If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,” he said in a loud voice, “Our new premises!”
“Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat,” added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.