He just stared at her, longingly, trying to come to terms with what he had buried. He had almost forgotten what she looked like. He had read his mother's letter several times, but it didn't hurt any less as time passed. Her words cut deep... apologizing for letting him be hurt, branded, and corrupted. She took on all the blame... she was supposed to protect him. She thought he was gone and had nothing worth living for. He didn't blame her. He had had similar thoughts when he had finally come home.
Harry was talking... or taunting Lucius. Draco wasn't paying attention, though.
"Draco..." his mother whispered.
Harry Silenced Lucius and turned to her. He took Draco's hand, who couldn't seem to form words, yet. Harry whispered, "Oh... I'm sorry... I should have thought that through."
Draco snickered. "You think? No more horror movies for you."
"Scary Movie isn't a horror movie."
Draco rolled his eyes and noticed Narcissa looking at them.
Harry stepped toward her. "Sorry if I scared you, but Draco's doing great. He's walking unassisted... flying even. He's got a job... and he just bought a cabin for us."
His mother looked back at him and then at their joined hands. She smiled. "Draco, my love... are you happy?"
Draco squeezed Harry's hand. "Yes... we're happy. I love him. He saved me, mother... in every way."
"Then thank you, Harry, if I may call you that."
"You may... you're probably going to be my mother-in-law one day."
Draco's heart swelled at the idea. Their 'happily ever after' as the cartoon movies Harry watched said. He steeled himself. "Mother... I'm sorry I couldn't... I couldn't bear seeing you... or handle him when last I came here. I was... overwhelmed with everything. I... I read your note."
She gasped and buried her face in her hands. "Draco... I didn't think... I didn't believe you'd come back. He was certain... and there was no one for me. I'm sorry I gave up on you," she cried.
Draco couldn't look at her anymore. "I had lost all hope too... but Harry... he's amazing, mother. He brought me back... out of my head... healed me."
"I'm so glad, so happy for you... both of you."
"Thanks, mum. So... it brings me to him, mother," Draco said, jerking his head in the direction of his father. "What do you want... do you want his company? Do you want someone to spend the afterlife with you? I'll keep him, if you wish."
Draco hadn't looked at his father. He didn't want to give him that satisfaction, at least until his mother decided. 
"I...I don't want him, but I don't wish to stay here... alone. Can I... can I come with you?" she pleaded.
Draco nodded. He knew that portraits eventually get used to being a portrait. Many in the manor hardly moved anymore, and his mother, being married into the family, wasn't close to any of them. "I'm staying with Blaise right now. I think he'll be alright with it, or perhaps Aunt Andy will have you. She's a bit lonely, too. We've been seeing each other."
His mother smiled. "That would be wonderful."
Draco nodded and looked at Harry before, finally turning to address his father, who looked both afraid and disgusted. His eyes darted back and forth between him and Harry. He was shaking.
Harry came in closer. "You don't have to talk to him. We could leave him here... deal with him another time."
"No... I'm not afraid of him anymore," Draco whispered and glared at him. "You stole so much from me, father. My childhood... my innocence... my morality... but you didn't break me... and those bastards in Azkaban didn't break me. I refused to become what you wanted me to be. Refused to be you. I'll give you one last chance to show remorse... plead for mercy, before I dispatch your memory from this earth."