"I think you can stop announcing we're here every time we come over. Blaise and Neville don't walk around naked."
"Shows you what you know. You moved out, so it's frivolity city here," Blaise said, coming out to the door.
Harry gave a look that he wasn't sure what Blaise meant. Draco just laughed. "Yeah, right. We just wanted to help."
"Well, the prep work is mostly done, actually. I got bottles of non-alcoholic wine and butterbeer, but there's real stuff... if that's okay to be out," Blaise said, looking at Harry for the answer.
He held up his hands. "It's completely fine, I promise. Besides... my reason for drinking is gone." Harry looked at him, and Draco blushed.
"Alright, Romeo. You guys relax. It's just a late party with snacks, crappy music and games. No sit-down meal, but thanks offering to help," Blaise said. "Go out... decide what you want to happen for the New Year... get it all out before the New Year! Have a passionate, soul-wrenching conversation about your hopes and dreams."
Harry rolled his eyes, and Draco muttered, "Yeah... we'll get right on that. Come on... back to our house."
Harry gladly took him back to the cabin, and Draco took a few steps inside. He realized that there was something he had been putting off. 
Harry looked at him. "Draco?"
"I... umm... not to take Blaise's advice..." he started.
"You want to have a soul-wrenching conversation about your hopes and dreams?" Harry deadpanned.
"Yes... no... the soul-wrenching part... probably... I... umm... I want to start off the new year... well... leaving the past behind us... well... my past," Draco rambled.
"I see. What does that... entail?" Harry asked.
"I think I should... go see them... my parents."
Harry straightened up and was wary. "Draco, he... your father... he was cruel."
Draco nodded. "I remember what you said, about getting rid of him."
"With a sledgehammer...."
He laughed. "I still I want to confront him. Let him go... see my mum. I can decide what I want to do."
"I can bring the sledgehammer... unless you want to go alone?"
"No... I'll need you there. If only to rub it into my father... I mean... if you're okay with that."
"Absolutely! Can't wait to see his head explode."
Draco laughed and they pulled their coats on. Harry took his hand again, and they Apparated just outside the wards of the manor. It was a bit brisk, so Harry conjured a large warm air bubble around as he escorted Draco into the manor. Draco was holding back the memories, again. He would have to face this place again another time and decide what he wanted to do with it. There were so many rooms here. Maybe a retirement home or an orphanage... distant plans. He sure as hell wasn't going to live in the house again. Cleaned and refurbished, it was a grand manor.
Harry knew where they were and silently guided him there. He indeed conjured a sledgehammer and turned to give Draco a smirk as he took hold of it with two hands, ready to smash. He put his finger to his lips to be quiet. Draco gave him a look, but then Harry jumped into view of his parents' portraits.
He yelled, unnecessarily dramatically, while bringing the sledgehammer up, "Lucius! It's time to die!"
Draco laughed as his father shrieked and tried to run out of the painting, but Harry must have locked him into it. Kinda impressive, he thought. Lucius was still scrambling to get away and hide, when Draco looked at him and then his mother, who went from horrified to shocked to sad when she caught sight of him. He wasn't able to bring himself to confront Lucius or see her when he came here five months ago. He had put this off for so long, unable to face them until now, when he was relatively whole.