I know I've been MIA for so long, but I'm back for a month! Okay, so this is a oneshot. I seem to be great at these, so it's cool. Canon.
Draco stopped at the window, gazing out at the green fields. The Malfoy estate's lawn was as pristine as ever. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of two figures running across the green, and on closer inspection, it turned out to be Scorpius and young Mr. Potter, Albus. The older Malfoy waved his wand, and the window magnified his view of the two. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Albus tackle Scorpius, sending them both sprawling on the ground. He froze as he saw Scorpius murmur something into Albus' ear, tipping his head back invitingly. Draco's fingers tightened on his wand as he saw Albus smile and shift slightly to shower kisses all over Scorpius' neck.
"Who'd have thought, Draco?" A voice from behind him alerted him to his presence, but too late. There stood Harry Potter, smiling and holding a glass of champagne. Age hadn't marred him at all; instead, it had enhanced his beauty. Draco eyed him cautiously, before swiping his own glass off the table and downing it all in one gulp.
"Thought what, Potter?" Draco replied, even though he knew perfectly well what Harry meant. Another wave of his wand and the window reverted to normal, and the glass refilled itself. Harry sighed, moving forward to rest his hands on the blond's shoulders. Draco stood up sharply, dislodging his hands. The hands of the one he loved-
"Who'd have thought that our sons would end up together"" Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, and praying that he wouldn't push him away. It had been such a long time since they had decided to break it off between them, and as much as his head denied it, his heart pined for the one person he could never ever have. Draco shook his head, trembling in the embrace.
"It's not going to last, Potter." At that moment, the line dividing their relationship from their sons' melted; so that it wasn't clear whether they were talking about their sons' love, or theirs. Harry buried his face in Draco's hair, breathing in the scent of rain and vanilla that he had always loved.
"I believe that they might make it where we didn't, Draco." He replied slowly, arms tightening defensively. "Because they'd be happier that way."
Draco turned around to face Harry, and the dark-haired man released his hold. Draco's gray eyes searched his face. "Potter, is it wrong to want us back?" He whispered, the shutters that had always hidden his emotions disappearing, and Harry saw his own pain and love glaring out at him from the gray eyes in which tears were pooling.
"Here's to two old bastards wanting another shot at life, Draco." Harry held up his glass, clinking it against Draco's. Harry's other hand brushed the tears away. A hesitant smile graced the blond's face, and he leant forward to hug him.
"I love you, Harry." He said quietly into the black comforting softness of his lover's arms.
I love you.
That's it. Tell me what you think.