It was good having Scorpius at home after their tumultuous year. So much had changed that he was desperate for something familiar. He was annoyed that he couldn't have Scorpius to himself all summer, that Harry's son was coming today and that after a fortnight, Scorpius would be going away again. But what had overshadowed Draco's disappointment was watching the dynamic of Harry and Scorpius.

It was plain that Scorpius doted on Harry Potter. He supposed Harry had celebrity status with many of today's children-hell! He had the same status when he was a boy himself. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. How Draco had wanted to be friends with Harry when they started school! He thought it was only right. He, a Malfoy with status and wealth, and Harry with his fame and supposed extraordinary Wizarding powers. How disappointed Draco had been that Harry had shunned him. But then he turned out to be an ordinary boy after all: uncouth, untrained. Like a peasant, really. Still, he was attractive for his unattainable position as much as his rival house. It had angered Draco how many special privileges the man seemed to have been afforded, but looking back on it, Draco felt a bit ashamed. After all, Harry had nothing else. No family, no home to speak of, and really hadn't a clue about the Wizarding world. Despite all that, Harry excelled on his own, mostly because he inspired others to follow him through his loyalty, his offers of friendship to the lowliest creatures and half-humans, and because he really was something extraordinary.

And now he belonged to Draco. He smirked. Got him at last. Patience is a virtue.

The object of his ponderings came out of the shower, scrubbing a towel over his wet hair. Harry squinted, having left his glasses on the bedside table, but he smiled at the blond blob Draco must have looked to him. Harry leaned in and kissed him before he circled the bed and donned his glasses again.

He knew Harry was excited to have Albus here. It had been a tougher year for his lover. Harry had actually cared for his wife. And his older son James had taken the marriage break up pretty hard. Draco didn't suppose it would have been easy for any boy, let alone a boy stretching into adolescence who suddenly had to deal with having a gay father. But Harry and Scorpius had gotten along like a cauldron on a flame. Harry had started his garden behind the London house and he'd actually gotten Scorpius to help him. Without magic! What had gotten into the boy?

Harry was a good father. Of course he was. How could he not be? He was still a little boy himself, doing all the things he had never been allowed to do as a child. Draco indulged him in puddings, for he knew that Harry loved them. And presents. He gave Harry small trinkets all the time. The man's eyes would shine at the mere thought of ribbons and wrapping paper. Harry was extraordinarily easy to please.

Draco was surprised at himself these days. He hadn't realized how much he liked doing things for others-other than for Scorpius, that is. And his job at the Ministry. But that was something else. That was necessary. He had done it at first to get the Malfoy name back in the good graces of society, but when he discovered he wouldn't be allowed to broadcast that information, he hadn't considered quitting. Somehow, it seemed like the right thing to do. The more he got into it, the more interesting it became. He wasn't certain how Harry found out what he was doing-well, he was in charge of the Aurors, after all-but he was particularly pleased that Harry did know and was thrilled with it.

"Albus will be here soon," said his lover, throwing his towel aside.

Harry Potter starkers was a sight Draco never thought he'd tire of. The man had achieved average height and was no longer rail thin and underfed, as he was in school. His shoulders had broadened a bit and his skin was a light honey-colour. Black thatches of hair sprouted from between his pectorals with a long dark line to his pubes. His arms and legs were dusted with dark hairs, giving him a distinctly masculine quality. His cock was thick and large, even in its quiescent state, as it was now, and his sac was a good handful with dark hairs curled on its blushed surface.

Draco's cock was rising just from looking at him.

Harry was saying something, until his gaze dropped to Draco's groin, where his hardening cock was jutting up the duvet. "Oh," said Harry. "Is there something we should be taking care of first?"

At his own words, Harry's dick began to thicken, redden, and slowly stand to attention. There was nothing as exciting as that, unless it was Draco lying on the bed with Harry crawling naked over him, ready to give his arse a pounding.

"If you like," said Draco, trying for a calm voice and ill-succeeding.

Harry approached him and knelt on the bed. Draco couldn't help but dart his gaze between those intense, green eyes and that amazing erection. Harry took the duvet in his fingers and slowly peeled it away from Draco's lap, revealing his hardness. Harry looked down at it unashamedly. "Beautiful," he whispered. He threw the covers all the way back and slid down the bed a bit, resting on his elbows between Draco's thighs. He gave Draco's cock a lick which made it bob. Watching his cock, Draco suddenly thought of his wand and grabbed it from the bedside table. He waved it at the door, double-locking and warding it.

Harry smiled up at him. "Good idea. Not used to locking. I'd hate to have Scorpius walk in again-"

"Yes. Let's not think about it."

"Yes," said Harry, returning his attention to Draco's dick. "Let's not." He licked and nibbled on the spongy head before covering it with his lips and sucking just the tip.

Draco settled back. "Oh, Harry."

Harry chuckled around the cock in his mouth, making the best vibrations on Draco's skin. He started licking and sucking in earnest, closing his eyes and looking for all the world as if it was the best thing he'd ever eaten.

But Draco kept his eyes opened, watching those lips stretch over his flesh, leaving a wet trail as that dark head rose and devoured his cock, up and down. There was nothing hotter than Harry Potter giving him head. Unless it was Harry Potter fucking him madly, or Harry Potter kissing him passionately, or...

The sucking was growing more intense. Harry's cheeks were hollowed with it, drawing up and down faster and with more licks. Draco's hips rose into it and he couldn't help but fuck that mouth that welcomed him so intimately. He grabbed onto Harry's hair and pumped, thrusting now. Harry opened his throat and Draco could feel his cock strike the back of it. God! Harry was so good at this! It was all feeling so good. He was writhing now, thrusting, heels jammed into the mattress, when he suddenly came. His hips continued to slam into Harry's face and he milked himself on those lips, emptying his release in spurts into his lover's warm mouth. Harry swallowed around him, taking it all, He pulled back a bit and licked Draco's penis clean, laving his balls tenderly, until Draco stopped trembling and his breathing evened.

Then he grinned up at Draco as if he had invented sex. Hell, for all Draco knew, he had.

Draco gave him a lazy smile in return. "What does my Harry desire?"

"Your Harry desires that you turn over."

No surprise there. Though they tried many different positions, Harry's favourite was to fuck Draco from behind. Truth be told, Draco liked it best as well. He could control more from that angle, thrust his arse up when he wanted to and pump Harry's cock by clenching and releasing. The only downside was that he couldn't watch Harry's face as he came. But he could certainly feel it.

Harry summoned his wand and cast a lubricating charm. But once he threw his wand aside, he commenced touching Draco's bum, smoothing his hands over both cheeks at once, sometimes squeezing them and bunching them together, but never leaving them. He dropped a kiss on each in turn, and Draco wriggled his backside appreciatively. He decided to give Harry his money's worth and got up on his knees while laying his head on his folded arms. With his arse was up in the air and with his legs spread a bit, Harry had the full view of wide-open arse and enticing, dangling bollocks.

Harry gasped. "Oh. Damn." Yes, Harry truly appreciated the view.

A hand cupped his sac and toyed with the testicles within for a bit. He kissed them, licked them, and then kissed them again. And then the bed moved and Draco knew that Harry was positioning himself. Yes! He felt that cock at his arsehole, trying to intrude. Draco tried to push back to make it easier, but try as he might, he couldn't take Harry's girth the first few inches without some sort of pain. But it didn't matter. A little pain for so much pleasure! Harry's fingers dug into Draco's arse as he pushed in, determined to be seated deeply as soon as possible. He usually waited for Draco to get comfortable, but there was none of that today. "Want you so much," rasped Harry behind him.

He began to fuck him immediately. The thrusts were smooth and unhurried for such an eager top. Draco rode with it, rocking back and forth as the thrusts delved deeper each time. Sometimes Harry was chatty when he fucked him, saying dirty things like, "How does it feel, Malfoy? Hard enough for you?" or sometimes sentimental, like, "You're so beautiful like this. I love you!" or even kind of goofy, like, "Harry's gonna give it you, yeah. Daddy's here!" But this time, Harry was quiet, grunting occasionally as he plowed the Malfoy arse.

Harry was hitting his prostate almost every time and Draco's head was floating. The tingle in his flaccid cock soon materialized a burgeoning erection. His arse muscle was stretched wide to accommodate Harry's large prick and it felt a bit sore at its violation, but the tingle inside and the hardening in his own cock made it worthwhile. And Harry was getting close. Draco could tell because he was stabbing more wildly into him and his breath was speeding up. Harry would fill him at any moment.

But then Harry surprised him by suddenly yanking out of him. Draco looked over his shoulder, and Harry was holding his dick, aiming it like a wand at Draco's bum and coming in long, sloppy spurts. Draco felt the hot cum fleck against his bottom but he also felt it squirt against his open hole. Harry was covering his arse in cum and it felt so very naughty, especially when he finally finished and began to rub it in.

"I wanted to come on your hole, Draco," he said breathlessly, finger rubbing the slick stuff on Draco's spasming sphincter. "I wanted to see what that would be like. And to spread it all over your arse."

"Why Harry," said Draco shakily, arse still high and pulling slowly on his cock. "You get naughtier every time." He purred. "And I did feel it strike my arsehole," he said, voice seductively low. "It was intense. I can still feel it." And with that, spurned on by the thought of Harry coming on him instead of in him, he hurried his strokes and came hard into the sheets.

Harry held Draco's arse as Draco came for a second time, squeezing the wet cheeks, almost pushing the jizz out of him.

Draco held his moist dick until it was completely milked and then let it go, panting with his head hanging low between his shoulders. "Damn, Potter. You are too good."

Harry grabbed his waist and gently turned him over, lying him down beside Harry. The sheets stuck to Draco's wet bum, but it didn't matter. Harry nuzzled Draco's neck, licking the salty sweat. "You're pretty marvelous yourself."

"And we're going to be late. I had best get my shower...since I'm now covered in spunk."

Harry grinned. "I guess I'll have to get another shower, too. Shall we take it together to save time?"

"That won't save any time, you randy bugger, and you know it. I'll be quick and you just wait here." He punctuated the last by prodding a finger into the man's chest. He kissed Harry to soften the harsh tone and Harry lay back, still grinning.

Draco trotted to the shower and as promised, finished quickly so Harry could clean up again. Albus was going to Floo over and he knew they couldn't put Scorpius off for too much longer.

Scorpius had certainly learned a lot of new habits that Draco wasn't certain he liked. He was forgetting to be polite and respectful, speaking hurriedly throughout dinner, and even begging for takeaway one night! Harry, of course, indulged the boy. Draco found it hard not to do so himself, but he was worried that Scorpius' habits might become permanent. And he hated to admit it, but it might have something to do with Albus Potter's influence.

Finally, they were both dressed and waiting in the sitting room for Albus to arrive. The Floo whooshed, but instead of Albus Potter walking through, it was Ginny.

She stuck her head out and looked around.

Harry jumped back. "Ginny! W-what are you doing here? Is everything all right? Is Albus okay?" Harry was stepping toward her as her eyes fastened on Draco.

"He's fine. Everything's fine. I just wanted to see where it is I was sending my son for a fortnight."

Harry rocked on his heels uncomfortably. Draco thought he should have rounded on her. As if Harry would bring his son to a hovel! Is that what she was suggesting? A Malfoy? Live in a hovel?

Scorpius walked right up to her. "Hullo, Mrs. Potter. It's nice to meet you. I'm Scorpius Malfoy."

Ginny was taken aback. She had certainly seen Scorpius before on the platform but it must have been different actually speaking to him. "Er...Hi, Scorpius. It's nice meeting you."

"I hope this won't be an inconvenience my coming to stay with you later in the month. But I assure you, I'll be very well-behaved."

She cocked an eye at Harry that seemed to say, "Is this for real?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Scorpius is exactly as you see him, Ginny. He isn't like Draco was at all."

Draco lunged forward. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just what it sounds like, you git," Harry answered. "He's much more polite than you were at that age. He's got refinement."

"So did I!"

"Well, you never showed it to us," said Ginny, hiding a smile.

Draco sneered at them. Stupid Potters.

Harry smiled at his soon-to-be-ex-wife. "Albus will sleep in Scorpius' room. It's upstairs."

"And where is your room?"

Harry's cheeks reddened. "U-upstairs."

"Near the boys' room?"

"Look, Weasley," said Draco, getting angrier by the minute. "Harry and I sleep together. Everyone knows it. The boys know it, the press knows it, and you have surely figured it out by now. It's no different from his being down the corridor from your room, so quit giving us a hard time. Either you're allowing him to stay or you're not. Make up your mind, because we aren't changing our sleeping arrangements to suit your medieval tastes."

She looked as if she was ready to curse Draco. Fine. Let her.

She glanced at Harry who was turning all sorts of red and at Scorpius who looked more worried at what his father's outburst may bring than what he'd actually said.

Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. You're right, Malfoy. I guess I came ready for a fight...ready to pick a fight. I'm...sorry. It's been a really bad last few months." She wiped something from her eye and suddenly Draco found himself empathizing. When Draco thought he had lost Harry he had fallen apart too.

He settled his shoulders and said very quietly, "I understand, Ginny. I'm sorry, too. Please allow Albus to come. Everything will be all right."

Harry was slack-jawed. He didn't dare look at Harry again for fear that the man would get stuck that way.

Ginny nodded. "Truce, then? For the kids?"

Draco offered a smile. "For the kids."

She stepped back into the Floo and whooshed away. A few seconds later, it was Albus stepping from the fireplace. He looked around. "Wow, Dad! It's cool! Hi, Mr. Malfoy...I mean, Draco." He giggled. Then he saw Scorpius. "Hey, Scorp. Nice crib."

"Yeah. Want to see upstairs?"

"Yeah!"

And they were gone. Draco stared at Harry. At least that was one drama down.

* * *

It was strange having essentially two sons. Draco had never considered having another child. It was simply out of the question with his former wife. But he wondered what life would have been like if he had had a brother or sister. Would he have been less anxious? He would still have been the heir but would he have felt the same pressure to please, to always do what his parents expected? He had never asked them why they only had one child. Perhaps they couldn't have any more. It certainly wasn't the same case with Lucius and Narcissa as it was with him and his former wife. For one, his parents seemed to genuinely love each other, and two, they had always shared a bedroom suite.

But it didn't take him long to decide that one, very polite child was better than two. As Draco suspected, Albus Potter had atrocious table manners. And Harry's were really no better. They all talked through meals, not even waiting until they had swallowed their food. It was probably what he'd learned at the Weasleys, a brood of ginger-haired savages stabbing at the communal plate and tossing gnawed bones over their shoulders. Draco shuddered.

"For Merlin's sake finish eating before you speak," said Draco to his son for the hundredth time.

Scorpius only smiled at him, gulped whatever he had in his mouth, and eagerly joined back into the conversation.

Harry, of course, was blissfully unaware of everything, especially of Draco's mood. He was too excited to have his son with him. He seemed to have reverted to his own son's age, making imbecilic jokes and threatening to throw his food at them. When Draco arched a brow in his direction, Harry set down his spoon, which he had been ready to use as a catapult. He smiled sheepishly at Draco. "Sorry. I suppose I'm acting a bit like a child."

"A bit," said Draco tightly. Harry behaved himself after that.

It was decided that they would go to Diagon Alley today for some ice cream and shopping. Draco was a bit nervous, knowing that reporters would be stalking them. It would be a great picture to have the new "couple" out with their children. And he was wondering how they could avoid it.

He felt an arm around his shoulder. Harry gave him a squeeze. "It will be all right, Draco. We have to go out in public sometime. And yes, I expect they'll snap a picture or two at us, but it's better a picture as the happy family rather than something with the caption 'those swinging homosexuals', don't you think?"

Swinging-? Argh! Harry could be so crude some times, and not in a good way.

They Flooed directly to the Leaky Cauldron, since Tom always left it open for Harry. It was one of the few perks Harry confessed to taking. The boys went on ahead to open the brick wall in the back while people turned their heads to stare at Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy making a day of it. It was an uncomfortable walk through the tavern, as far as Draco was concerned. Harry was beloved but the jury was still out on Draco, and now that he could add "home wrecker" to his many titles, he deduced the sneers were plainly for him.

They passed through the opened brick gateway. They hadn't made many sojourns to Diagon Alley together but the few times they had, Draco noticed how very much Harry enjoyed it. Draco understood that, like Hogwarts, this had been Harry's initiation into the Wizarding world and it always held a special place in his heart. Draco tried to imagine what it would have been like never knowing about magic and the world he had known since the cradle, but couldn't fathom it.

Without seeming to think on it, Harry took Draco's hand excitedly, and strolled down the lane, stares of people in their wake.

The boys trotted ahead. It was their day, after all. And they seemed to be quite fond of one another. Draco wondered how he'd respond if his son turned out to be gay, and though he felt ashamed at an unnerved reaction, he supposed he'd be obliged to accept it. Though he was more ashamed at worrying about an heir than he should have.

"Harry," he said quietly.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. Whenever Harry called him that he simply melted. He cleared his throat and tried to get past it. "Um...what if the boys aren't just friends. What if it turned out that they were...you know. Gay."

Harry whipped his head toward Draco. "What? You don't think they're gay, do you?"

Draco shrugged. "They're awfully close."

"They're mates. I was that close with Ron."

"Yes, and you're gay."

"But I never had those feelings for Ron."

Draco snorted. "Thank Merlin!"

"But you don't seriously think-"

"Harry, I don't know what to think. I thought I was straight."

Harry fell silent, chewing on his lip. "Well, it'd be awfully hypocritical of us to make a fuss over it, don't you think?"

The boys awoke his reverie by yelling back at them. "Come on, Dad!" cried Albus. "Quidditch supplies!"

Harry and Draco looked at one another. Both seemed relieved that the discussion was put off.

Though the boys were decent at Quidditch, neither had shown an exceptional aptitude. Harry had said that that was more Lily's territory, having inherited her passion and her skills from both mother and father. But the boys enjoyed the sport just the same.

And there was nothing quite like looking at the new brooms and dreaming. Especially watching Harry look at them.

And sure enough, when they entered, the boys were ogling the brooms. Albus turned to his father. "Dad! Look at this!"

There was a large sign over the display of brooms that declared: "For the upcoming 20th anniversary of the destruction of You-Know-Who, Quality Quidditch Supplies is proud to bring you our newest and fastest broom to date: Introducing, The Harry Potter."

Harry's cheeks blushed as he stared at the sleek, new broom. Inlaid into the handle was Harry's teenaged face and the name "Harry Potter".

"Dad! You've got your own broom!"

Harry turned to his son. Albus seemed prouder of this than any of his father's many other accomplishments. Oh, the innocence of youth!

But Scorpius proved his worth as a Malfoy. He turned to Harry and said in a serious voice, "But Harry, did you authorize this? It seems to me that you are entitled to certain royalties if they are using your face and name."

Amused, Draco smiled at Harry. "Yes, Harry. If I were you, I'd contact my solicitor straight away. Seems like someone's taking liberties. And you do want to provide for your children's future."

Harry smiled sheepishly. "As it happens, I did know about this and I agreed to it. So we will be making a spot of money from it."

"Dad! That's so cool!" Albus hugged his father and stared at the broom again. "Not that I could have one. That would be too weird. But I think it's cool that you did it. All the new Quidditch players at school will probably be dying to get one. We'll be rich!"

"Well, I don't know about that."

He looked embarrassed now. Honestly, what was wrong with making money? Draco held Harry's hand tighter. He wondered if Harry had made this agreement prior to their getting together or afterward. And how many people would still buy it knowing Harry's orientation and family matters now?

Just then the owner came bustling forward and shrieked in pleasure upon seeing Harry. "Mr. Potter! What a pleasure to see you again, sir! Do you like our new display?"

"It's great!" cut in Albus.

The man chuckled. "And who is this?"

"I'm Albus Potter. Harry Potter is my dad!" A proud smile widened on his face. "Oh! And this is my mate, Scorpius Malfoy. And that's his dad." He pointed a finger at Draco. Draco saw the man's eyes narrow ever so slightly and his smile dim just a bit.

"Oh. Oh indeed. A pleasure, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco nodded to him.

The man turned back to Harry. "Mr. Potter. I wonder if I could get you to autograph a few of the brooms. We would certainly be able to demand an extra fee for those."

"Well," said Harry. "All right. But I'd like one to be auctioned off for charity."

"Oh absolutely! What a benevolent suggestion! Which charity?"

"I don't know. You should consult Mr. Malfoy here on that. I'm sure he'd have a good idea."

The man looked absolutely perplexed being directed to Draco but he nevertheless recovered and was able to put on a good front. Draco explained and offered some suggestions and the proprietor seemed genuinely appreciative.

After the boys spent some time looking at everything on offer, Albus made the worst suggestion ever.

"I know! Let's go to Uncle George and Uncle Ron's place!"

"Oh God," muttered Draco.

Harry squeezed his hand. But there was nothing for it. They headed toward Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Scorpius, who had never been allowed in the shop, peered in with widened eyes. Draco scowled at Harry who was studiously not looking at him.

"Hey! It's Albus Severus Potter!" cried George Weasley, rushing him and lifting him up into the air. Albus cackled like a banshee.

George swung him down and his eyes lighted first on Harry and then on Scorpius. "And who is this?"

Scorpius put out his hand. "Hello. I'm Scorpius Malfoy. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"What?" said George, laughing. And then he turned to Draco, noticing him for the first time. His wide smile faded and he glared openly at Draco.

Draco shifted and lowered his gaze. "Greetings, Weasley," he said, keeping his voice steady.

George looked from Scorpius to Draco and made the mental connection. "Oh. I see. So the Ferret has bred."

"I will thank you not to use that word in front of my son," said Draco tightly.

George ignored him and gave Harry a polite nod. Even though Molly and Arthur Weasley had accepted Harry's situation, George clearly had not. Draco saw Harry's face lose its animation and he, too, looked at the floor.

Draco squeezed his hand comfortingly.

Albus had already dragged Scorpius to a far corner to show him the wares. Scorpius looked back anxiously at his father. Draco put on a brave smile for him.

Ron emerged from the back room and smiled on seeing Harry and the others. "Oi! Harry. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Harry seemed to brighten upon seeing Ron. "It was a last minute decision. We were just playing today by ear." He glanced at George.

Ron seemed to understand immediately. He pulled Harry and Draco aside. "He's still a might peeved about the whole you and Ginny thing," he said quietly. "He'll come 'round. Everyone will."

Harry smiled weakly. Harry was clearly used to people liking him. What a difference from Draco's life.

"It's almost lunchtime," said Ron. "Let's all go together. If it's all right with Draco."

Draco looked at him and for the first time, was grateful he was Harry's friend. "We'd be delighted if you'd join us...Ron."

Ron's face wore astonishment. "Blimey. Did hell freeze over when I wasn't looking?"

Draco sighed wearily.

Harry elbowed him good-naturedly.

The boys tried to buy their goods but George wouldn't hear of it. He said a curt but polite farewell to Harry and continued to ignore Draco.

Draco looked into Scorpius' bag once they left the shop. "Scorpius. Just where do you plan to use these things...and on whom?"

He shrugged in that same annoying way he obviously picked up from Albus. "Don't know, Father." And then a decidedly devious smile passed over his lips. "I suppose you'd better watch your back."

Draco stared at him while Harry laughed his fool head off. He was definitely going to have to have a quiet talk with Scorpius later.

They ate at a small restaurant that Draco had never been to but that Harry and Albus had evidently frequented. Draco watched with interest the interaction of Harry to everyone he encountered. And he encountered many. People from all walks of life were constantly bombarding him for attention. Some to merely thank him. Some to ask for his autograph. Some of the older people seemed anxious to simply touch his robe. Harry endured it all with the utmost politeness, listening to people tell him their tales with attentiveness and nods. Finally, the proprietor shooed the people away, begging them to give Harry some peace. After twenty years, he was still the Boy Who Lived. And they loved him. They all did. And Draco sat somewhere outside that gentle glow. No matter how long he and Harry stayed together, Draco knew he would never be inside that tight circle. And he wondered as their sandwiches arrived, how he felt about that.

"You're being awfully quiet," Harry said after a time. Ron was amusing Albus and Scorpius with a few stories about the shop.

Draco sipped at his water. "It's nothing."

"No, it isn't. I know that look."

And Harry did. Draco warmed at that. Harry knew him. Knew him as no one else now knew him. Knew him inside and out, both figuratively and physically. "It's just that...." How to say it so it didn't sound too petulant. "You seem so much a part of everything," he said quietly. "And I am apart from everything. You're light, I'm shadow. How will this ever really work between us?"

"Hm," was all Harry said, with a thoughtful expression.

Ron was saying something to the two of them, and then lunch was over. They walked Ron back to the shop and by then the boys seemed anxious to get home. Scorpius pleaded with Draco and Harry to take a Muggle bus home. Draco allowed the compromise of a taxi.

Once they hit the wards, the boys scrambled up the steps to do whatever mayhem they had planned with their booty from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. And Harry flopped down into the sofa in the sitting room. "They tire me out! And I'm supposed to be this great Auror."

"Yes, it is pathetic," said Draco, relaxing on a chair.

Harry concentrated a stare at Draco and then patted the seat beside him. "Come here."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Just...come here."

Draco rose and sat where Harry indicated. Harry sat up and slipped his arms around Draco. The blond squirmed. "Harry! The boys!"

"They're busy," he said, voice muffled by Draco's neck, which he was nibbling on and kissing.

Draco almost let go of all control at that. He loved it when Harry nibbled on his neck. With as much strength as he could muster, he sat up, letting Harry fall away from him. "Harry, no."

Harry pouted. "Spoil sport. Do we have to wait for night all the time now?"

"Only when they're here. I can't relax."

Harry's wicked smile curled Draco's toes. He started crawling toward Draco. "I know a way to relax you."

"Harry!"

"Draco! They're busy. They won't come down. If it makes you feel any better I can put some wards on the stairs."

"And then they'd know for sure what we're doing."

"They already know what we do."

"But I don't want to spell it out."

"Geez, Malfoy." He sat back and pushed his fingers through his already messy hair. "I thought we were both out of the closet."

"I just...." He fiddled with a tassel on a pillow.

"All right, all right." Harry reached up and kissed him on the top of his head. With the heel of his hand, Draco saw him push at the obvious erection in his trousers. It was marvelous to be so desired, but Draco felt a little pent up. He didn't want Scorpius to leave but it was decidedly different around here when he and Harry were alone.

* * *

That night the fireplace whooshed and Teddy Lupin strolled out of it. Draco poked his head into the sitting room to see who it was and was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, too, Goddaddy Draco."

"Stop calling me that!"

Teddy smiled. "I am here at the behest of one Harry James Potter. I am to take charge of two young boys tonight while the two of you scamper off to do God-knows-what."

"What?"

Teddy sniffed at a bottle sitting with decanters on the drink cart and decided to pour himself a glass.

"Here now," said Draco. "That's two-hundred-year-old scotch."

"Too good for the likes of me, eh?" He knocked it back and gasped. "Smooth," he said hoarsely.

"Bloody hell, Lupin. You just barge in here like it's your own home-"

"Wherever Harry is, is my home. So he's said."

"Great."

"So now. Where are the kiddies?"

"And with you drinking? Harry never told me anything about this-"

"Draco," said Harry, trotting down the stairs and straightening his jacket. Jacket? "I thought we might go out to dinner tonight. You know. Just the two of us. I've asked-"

"Lupin is here."

"Oh." Harry stopped and looked down the stairs at Teddy. Teddy waved and saluted with his empty glass. "So...er. Yeah. I've asked Teddy to watch the boys. That okay?"

Draco punched a fist into his hip. "I would appreciate being told when someone of a questionable nature is going to be left in charge of my son."

"Well...I've just told you."

Draco rolled his eyes and stared at the fire.

"Oi! Who's 'questionable'?" asked Teddy. "He's not talking about me, is he?" And his nose changed lengths and shapes in the span of less than a minute.

Harry tried to keep a straight face. "Come on, Draco. We need some alone time."

"But...my son-"

"Is in perfectly good hands." Harry turned to look at Teddy, who was downing another scotch. "Teddy!" He pulled his wand, aimed it at the youth, and said, "Enervate!"

Teddy rocked on his heels from the spell and shook out his head. "Wow! Gosh, Harry. Your spells pack a wallop."

"You just make sure you stay sober tonight or I'll show you a few that pack quite a wallop indeed."

Teddy set the glass down with care. "You don't have to tell me twice."

Draco was still glaring at Harry. Harry went to him and held his arms. "Draco? Don't you want to go out? It's your favourite French restaurant. Why don't you run upstairs and get dressed? Do I look all right?"

Harry looked better than all right. He looked downright edible. Draco didn't say a word but marched past Harry up the stairs. He wasn't certain until he reached their room whether he was planning on changing his clothes or sulking. He opted for clothes. He was hungry, and his favourite restaurant sounded good to him.

They left by Floo and arrived a few doors down. Draco wondered if they would get a seat at the last minute, but Harry had apparently made reservations. How long had he been planning this?


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