Draco took a deep breath, and so did Harry. The cold chairs of the interview room weren't promising as their nerves kicked in. Their hearts were both beating through their ears and Harry's sweaty palms rubbed against his trousers.

"I feel like we're under another trial," Draco whispered. In front of them were four empty chairs waiting to be filled with the editor-and-chief, head photographer, and two lead copy editors for the Daily Prophet. It was Sunday.

"Me too," Harry sighed. McGonagall as well as Kingsley agreed to talk to the press but already had their interview the day previous. Harry really hoped it would work, although he really didn't care about the media, he really didn't, but thinking into his future, if he and Draco were to have kids, they would want it to be a safe relationship supported by the people. Ron and Hermione were in the room over, as well as Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Harry really loved his friends for being there for him. "Or a dentist."

"Dentist?"

"You know, like a dentist appointment," Harry turned to him, biting his cheek. Draco just stared at him with a confused look.

"What the hell is a dentist?"

"Right... you've never had one. I'll explain later."

Draco didn't respond, but just stared off into space.

"You know one thing I love about you?"

"What," Draco mumbled, turning to Harry.

"You're a contradiction."

"And what does that mean?"

"You hate it when people shake their leg but you do it all the time," Harry looked at him in a daze.

"I don't shake my leg," Draco muttered.

"Yes you do. You are right now."

"No I'm not," Draco argued back.

Harry put his hand on Draco's knee, causing it to stop and Draco looked down before flicking his eyes up to Harry again. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Harry looked all over the room. It was blank and cold. Draco's hand gripped the chair's arm and squeezed it. Harry saw and took Draco's hand, but initially regret it, his circulation already losing itself.

"Why do they get questioned before us," Draco asked, suddenly annoyed. "Wouldn't they want the real story before verifying it?"

"I don't know Draco," Harry said with uncertainty.

What seemed like hours later but was only a few minutes, the four journalists walked into the room. They all shook hands and introduced themselves. The editor-in-chief's name happened to be Peter Blotting. Harry could tell he worked hard getting to the place he was, and he was only there for business. The lead photographer was Betty Cuff, and the two writers were Emma Squiggle and Hilbert Spleen who wore smiles.

"Greetings Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," Blotting didn't break his stern face as he took a seat with the other reporters. The couple didn't return genuine smiles but they did flatten their mouths to a line.

"Thank you for coming," Harry said.

"I'm just going to cut to the chase and skip all the 'how are you,' nonsense. Yes, Mr. Potter, I can't lie and say I wasn't interested when I got your and Mr. Malfoy's letter, however I was quite shocked," the editor spoke, his voice deep and serious. "We didn't think you'd be in contact with us, you've never cooperated with the media before. So why now?"

"Because this is something I actually care about," Harry started out strong, "I never gave more than one thought to the fake articles Skeeter was writing. I don't want her or you ruining something that I've worked hard enough to get let alone keep. That's why she's not here, and we came to you. If we were to trust anyone, it would never be her."

"Before we start Mr. Potter, you should know, Rita refused to let us touch her most recent articles, let alone proof read them. We've tried to sack anyone who has ill-reputed our paper. When it came to her, she begged for another chance. We irresponsibly let her."

"Obviously," Draco mumbled. The man stared for a bit and was interrupted by Emma Squiggle.

"Shall we get started then," she asked almost nervously, trying to break the ice.

"Excellent," Blotting opened up a notebook and got a quill ready to go, the others doing the same. "To begin, what were your first impressions of each other?"

They both opened their mouths to speak but looked at each other. "You go first," Harry ordered.

"No you!"

"Alright, er- I thought he was the most selfish bastard I'd ever seen to be honest with you," Harry bared his teeth.

"I thought he was the most judgmental prat in the entire world," Draco admitted. They received wild eyes across the panel. "He denied being friends with me when it all started. He thought I was rude, and I was at the time."

"And when did you begin getting feelings towards one another," Emma asked. They both looked at each other.

"Fourth year... but it's much more complicated than that," Harry said, "We didn't just connect all of a sudden. We loathed each other up until the Triwizard Tournament."

"And even then, my feelings for him remained that of revulsion," Draco shifted.

"How did your relationship get to be that of engagement then?"

"I hated him so much that I pretended I liked him- like, like-liked him," Draco explained, "and I wanted him to be distracted and love-sick for the tournament so he would lose, so I acted as though I had a giant crush on him."

"He asked me out on a fake date and from then on, I started developing a romantic attraction to him," Harry spoke awkwardly...well everyone did really. It was an awkward story. "And he did too, but I don't think he knew it yet."

Draco let out a laugh, "I didn't. I played it off well until he found out it was all just a game and, that night really didn't end well."

"But then he asked me out on a real one, and thankfully I said yes," Harry nodded.

"What was your first impressions then," Emma asked.

They looked at each other, mouths opened ready to speak and then they just laughed. "You go," Draco ordered.

"Aright," Harry took a deep breath, "There was something different about him that time. He made me curious, so to speak. I knew there was more to him that met the eye than just a bully." Harry thought back to it. "He was nervous, he was smiling, he apologized for the first time in his life... I found him magnetic. I wanted to know more, and him sort of discovering himself too drew me to him."

"I'm impressed," Draco nodded, staring into his eyes, wanting to keep them there, and he did, until Harry broke him from his trance.

"Draco, it's your turn."

"Right! To start off with, I was terrified. It was my first real date and I freaked out," Draco laughed at the memory, "I didn't know what to wear, and I thought it was the biggest thing in the world that I dressed properly. We went flying and he was obnoxious and careless, and I remember him being so alive and I just wanted to be like that. I wanted to feel as though I meant something rather than being ordered around like a minion, and of all the people in the world, the person I hated most made me want to be a better... me."

Harry smiled at him, trying to hide it from the rest of them. "You've never told me that before."

"You've never asked."

"Did you two have any doubts or insecurities starting your relationship," Blotting questioned.

"I think they were more personal if anything," Harry contemplated. "Sometimes I thought he was still lying about it, and sometimes I thought no one could ever love me for who I am because they look at my scar rather me, but he most definitely proved me wrong."

"I had my father in the back of my head most the time, and I knew at some point he would find out and practically murder me for it, but there was a part in me that didn't care if we got caught because I was so happy with him, and I still am. Looking back at it, I never though it was possible to ever love or be loved so deeply and honestly, or even admit that I was in love."

"So, Mr. Malfoy-"

"Draco," he corrected.

"Draco, did your up-bringing affect the relationship at all," Spleen enquired.

"Of course it did," Draco commented, "We were both raised different ways and unfortunately, I really didn't know much about compassion and adoration when it came down to it, you know, I've never really had much affection in my life until I met Harry."

"I actually broke it off with him for over a month because of the prejudice. I told him at the start if he ever... displayed those prejudice to public or to friends then it would be over, and I wasn't kidding."

"I never dared to talk- even think that way again, and I haven't. In 5th year I almost slipped up but it was the biggest accident I've ever had. I wasn't even thinking what I was saying... but yeah, I haven't thought that way in a long time and I'm never going to again. And I'm sorry when my family or when I had ever offended anyone. It was wrong for me to say things like that and it just took me a bit to... unlearn what I grew up with."

The panel nodded their heads in approval.

"So, no one knew about this...affair?"

"Relationship," Harry corrected, "And no. The only people who knew before the war, was Hermione and a few of Draco's friends."

"We couldn't let anyone know really... two completely different people who hated each other, who were on different sides of the war, me with rotten parents, him with rotten relatives. It wouldn't be believable, and as you saw with Skeeter, too many people have led to conclusions that never even existed in our relationship."

"We didn't even trust most my friends with it, and even Hermione knew, it was because she figured it out, and vaguely at that."

"Now, Draco," Squiggle turned to him, "If you were so in love with Mr. Potter, how is it that you took the mark?"

"I didn't take it," Draco kept his tone down shakily, anger developing within him, but he didn't let it show. "I was forced to take it during the summer before 6th year, after Harry made me promise to never take it. There wasn't an option. He would have killed my family and Harry and me, and I didn't want to lose them."

"And Mr. Potter-"

"Harry," Harry corrected.

"Harry. When did you find out and what was your reaction?"

"He kept it from me, for obvious reasons, but it wasn't until our two year anniversary when I found out and it was by accident. He was actually proposing and his sleeve rid up. I freaked out before he even had a chance to explain anything to me. In the back of my head I knew it was going to happen eventually but I didn't want to come to terms with it. I just wish he would of told me the first day back when I asked him about it," Harry eyed Draco.

"I'm sorry, I was just terrified! I broke your promise and you were under enough stress at the time," Draco defended a subject he really couldn't defend. "I didn't want to lose you."

"I would have understood," Harry told him before turning back to the reporters, "After that night, I never wanted to see him again, which sucked because I totally loved him and everyday if something happened in class or I had a weird dream, I would want to tell him, but then realize I couldn't because it was over and I couldn't trust him anymore."

"Do you trust him now," Spleen questioned.

"Definitely. He's lied to me before, yeah, but I've lied to him too. Everyone's lied at some point, especially when there's a war, you know. I don't think there's anything else he could possibly lie about, and besides, he wouldn't lie to me if he wanted to."

The panel nodded.

"So you two broke up then," Emma crosschecked.

"For over a year," Draco replied.

"The last time I saw him was when Dumbledore was killed by Severus Snape. I know you're going to ask. Draco couldn't do it. I was there, I saw him. That was another thing that changed my mind about him, because before, I could have sworn even when the war was over, if we both survived, I would have never gone back to him if he went through with it. Draco isn't a murderer, and Snape had to do it but I've already told you what happened back in June when you interviewed me. "

"Very well," Blotting scribbled on his notepad word for word. "So you forgave him that night?"

"Merlin no," Harry thought back to it, "in fact I hated him even more when he sent me a letter, and another and another and another. When we were in hiding searching for horcruxes, he kept sending me messages and notes, which I refused to open at the time. Somehow, his owl kept getting through my wards, I guess it was because he wasn't a bad person, I don't know. I eventually was glad they did because when I did read them I realized what an arrogant arse I was being."

"The next time we saw each other was when I was called to identify him in front of a bunch of Death Eaters. I knew it was him but I told the others I doubted it."

"You lied in front of people who could have potentially killed you on the spot just to keep him safe," Spleen asked, bewildered.

"Yes," Draco replied, firm and proud.

"What was your reaction, when you realized it was him," Emma queried.

"I couldn't have been happier knowing he was alive," Draco responded. "But I was terrified the others would catch on."

"He helped me escape," Harry told. "That's when I forgave him. I knew everything with just one look in the eyes."

"When was the next time you saw him," the girl asked.

"War," was all Harry responded.

"Draco, what was your thought process during the battle? Did you think you were both going to make it out alive?"

"No, I never thought I'd make it, but I thought he would. And even if he didn't, I don't think I would have been able to handle losing him again, and I didn't. I think I didn't even have a though process."

"So when Mr. Potter was shown to be dead-"

"It was a living manifestation of hell. It felt as though someone had torn me to shreds, and I knew I had to get out of there before I went ballistic, and I really did," Draco remembered, "Hours later he found me."

"And when you saw him to be alive?"

"I couldn't believe it. Above all, I was angry, why I didn't know. I just was."

"Surely you were happy to see him, Harry?"

"Ecstatic above everything. It was such a big flood of relief that it was almost unbearable. I thought I was to die during the war, you know, and when I did walk to my death in the forest, I only thought about him and what I was leaving behind, so when it was all over, I couldn't process that finally I could fully love him wholly and completely. Our entire relationship before the war, there was always a thought in my mind that I can't get as close to him as I want because I will eventually have to give him away. I don't have that anymore, thankfully, and when I wake up in the morning, that's one of the first things I think of."

Draco smiled and looked at Harry, admiring his words as they poured from his mouth. "It's the first thing I think of, too," Draco responded, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"So you two are overwhelmed with emotions and seeing each other... freely for the first time in over a year," Blotting spoke, "Was there a point in time when you two thought you were completely safe? Where did you go?"

"No, " Harry answered, "We went to a safe house and within the first few days, yes, we were happy to be around each other, but we were also realizing what we had just done and who we had just lost. We were mourning our loved ones, we weren't thinking. But when realized that there's still my friends and my loved ones that we haven't told, there's the public and at the time it was all so much, we just wanted to get away so we planned to get away for a while. We just wanted it to be us two."

"So you planned to run away," Emma examined.

"Yes," Draco responded. "But the flaw that got me sent to Askaban was that we didn't tell anyone, because Harry went to say goodbye to his family, that's when Minister Shacklebolt found me in the safe house. And it viewed like I was just a death eater breaking and entering into Harry Potter's house; so obviously, it looked horrible on my part and that's when I was taken into captivity."

"How did you feel, Harry, when you found out he was arrested?"

"I only had two weeks with him so it was like a dream that we were even together and suddenly everything turned to my worst nightmare. I didn't see him until the trial and at that point I wasn't even sure if he would be properly testified, so that's why I stood during the trial. To me, that was a life or death situation because my life could never be the same without him."

Draco squeezed his hand again.

"Now," Blotting spoke in an even more serious tone, "As I recall, Draco, you were asked what your relationship was with Mr. Potter and you answered 'he was a pest' and 'you two weren't on speaking terms.' Everyone is dying to know how you tricked the veritaserum, so go on tell us."

"I didn't," Draco answered simply.

"Surely you would have exposed your entire relationship to everyone," Emma concluded.

"My memory was erased," Draco said almost solemnly. "I didn't remember him."

The four gave different faces and Harry tried to categorize them. Two of shock, one of sorrow, and Blotting just gave wide eyes.

"Who would do such a thing," Spleen asked as he paused from his notebook.

They both paused and Harry begged Draco not to say anything, but knew he wouldn't. Draco's throat closed and his mouth was sour.

He took a breath, "I don't know."

"But we did overcome it when we went to Hogwarts. That was the reason I went back," Harry answered, "I had an Auror offer, I still want to be one, but this was a part in my life I needed to fix before I could even think about starting a career."

"What was your reaction when you found out about the memory loss, Harry," Squiggle asked.

"I couldn't comprehend it for a while, until he started resenting me, until he told me to stay away from him. But it was like being hit by a brick wall when I would be walking in thee hallways and he would ignore me or scowl and he wouldn't be joking. Since we used to hate each other, we still had to play it off like we did so if we saw each other in the corridor or in class we would roll our eyes and whatnot, but then a smirk would turn into a smile last minute and a scoff into a laugh, and that didn't happen anymore."

"How is it that Draco did remember?"

"The memory loss wasn't properly cast, so it went to him in bits and pieces and he finally remembered on October 31st," Harry told, but was thinking 'We had sex.'

"What was your reaction?"

"I cried, hell, I bawled my eyes out, because if we can make it through that, we can make it through literally anything possible. I finally had him back and I wanted to make sure he was mine forever, so that's when I proposed to him. And he said yes," Harry smiled, twisting the ring on his finger.

"What was your reaction, Draco, when he did so," Blotting asked.

"I cried as well," Draco smiled, "It's when you meet the one, you know it's going to happen, but even when it does, it hits you hard, and you can't believe it and every second after you think about the future but you still enjoy being with them every moment."

"When did you know he was the one?"

"When I woke up next to him after the war. I wanted it to be like that for the rest of my life, and I love doing it. We work for each other," Draco told, "We love each other, we balance each other out, and I could never see myself loving anyone as I love him."

"Do you think your