Hi all, obsidiancurrents here.

After years of reading incredible Draco/Harry fan fiction, I decided to try writing one.

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Chapter One: New Mutiny

Draco Malfoy was lounging in a settee in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, turning the fragile pages of an aged Alchemy book, when he heard soft footsteps coming from above. He tore his eyes away to witness his wife, Astoria, and son, Scorpius, descending the grand staircase.

Astoria's noble features were softly lit by sunlight spilling through tall windows as she smiled at him. Scorpius, blond-haired and silver-eyed, was almost a carbon copy of Draco; he was not smiling.

"Good morning," Draco greeted them, sitting up. His little family calmed his heart in a way that still baffled him. He marked his page and set the book aside.

Astoria and Scorpius strode over and deposited themselves into the two lavish armchairs opposite Draco; Astoria did so delicately and with perfect posture, while Scorpius sat heavily, crossed his legs, and began bouncing his foot nervously.

"Good morning, Draco," sang Astoria. For some reason, she seemed to hesitate before she spoke again: "Aren't you just loving having Scorpius home? Done with sixth year already!"

She beamed over at Scorpius, who returned her smile half-heartedly.

Draco eyed his fidgeting son. "Is there something I should know about?"

Scorpius looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but there at the moment. Astoria cleared her throat.

"Well, yes, in fact there was something Scorpius wanted to tell you. Go ahead, dear." She touched Scorpius's arm gently.

Draco felt a twinge of anxiety deep in his stomach. Leaning forward, he watched his son expectantly.

Scorpius clasped his hands on his knee, resignedly sighed, and met Draco's eyes. "Dad," he began apprehensively, "I've, uh...I've met someone, at school."

Draco let out a relieved breath. "Ah, I see. So, that's what this was all about?" He chuckled. "Who is she?"

Scorpius darted an uneasy glance at Astoria, who nodded her encouragement.

"I - well - ah...He's a boy, actually."

Draco's eyebrow shot up. "Oh?" He took a moment to process this. "Well, er, I suppose that's all right, Scorpius..."

"That's not all," Scorpius continued slowly, glancing at Astoria once more. "He's not just any boy...ah…" A sharp intake of breath. "He's…well, he's a Gryffindor."

Draco's mouth fell open. "A what?! A Gryffindor!"

Scorpius, after one more moment's hesitation, seemed to make up his mind to boldly declare his love, his first love, his undying love for the boy whose electric green eyes had arrested him in his tracks from across the Great Hall; the boy whose gentle, quiet, frankly annoyingly idealistic nature had gradually earned Scorpius's adoration; the boy who made him feel like shouting to the whole world, Wizarding and Muggle alike, that -

"Dad, the boy I love is Albus Potter! It's always been Albus Potter."

Long moments ticked by. Astoria's darted between the two. Scorpius wondered whether Draco was having a stroke. Draco's mouth remained open in an altogether un-Malfoyian expression of astonishment, his eyes glazed over. Scorpius raised his eyebrows at his mother.

After a few seconds, Draco shook himself back to earth. In a voice much more high-pitched than he intended, he croaked, "Albus Potter? As in...the son of Harry Potter?"

"And Ginny Potter, yes."

A look of renewed dread flashed across Draco's features. He didn't know which was worse: Was it the thought of someday having Harry Potter as his son's bloody father-in-law? Or the prospect of having to spend holidays with the blasted Weasley family?

Astoria cleared her throat and launched into an obviously prepared speech. "Draco, I really think you're overreacting. Scorpius can fall in love with whomever he wants. In fact," she went on, "This is a wonderful opportunity to end this ridiculous blood feud with the Weasleys. Not to mention the silly grudge you continue to hold against Harry Potter. Didn't he more than once save your life?"

Draco could only shake his head in horror.

"Anyway, I've invited Mr. and Mrs. Potter to the Manor for dinner. They'll be coming round with Albus this Friday evening."

In the dining room, Astoria's long twists of chestnut hair fell forward as she bent to straighten a silver salad fork. "Thank you for setting the table, Hildy." She nodded toward a small figure with spindly limbs, bat-like ears, and orb-like eyes, who delicately curtsied before Apparating back to the kitchens. (As a girl Astoria had disavowed her parents' mistreatment of house elves, long before Hermione Granger had signed house elves' right to a salary and clothing into law.)

Draco entered the dining room in a huff. Despite the sour look on his face, Draco looked quite debonair in a white button-up shirt, pressed trousers, and soft black robes. After kissing her distractedly on the cheek, he muttered, "Of course they would be late. No sense of decorum at all."

"Draco. It's been years since you and Harry Potter were at Hogwarts together. Why the drawn-out rivalry?"

"It's just - you never knew him, Astoria," Draco whined. "He was always so - so smug, strutting around like he was better than everyone else…"

"Hmm."

"...Perfect Potter...He was favored by all the teachers, you know. They all thought there was something so special about him."

"Did you ever try to get to know him?" Astoria ventured.

"I - I did, but he - never mind all of that." Draco waved his hand dismissively.

"Draco," Astoria warned. "Behave yourself at dinner please, if only for Scorpius. Just remember what Harry Potter's done for you - for all of us. If it weren't for him, the Dark Lord would still be alive - who knows where you'd be, or our parents. Come to think of it," she went on pointedly, "he testified in favor of you and your mother during the trials. He's likely the entire reason you and Narcissa avoided Azkaban."

"Please don't remind me how indebted I am to the Chosen One," Draco huffed.

Before Astoria could speak again, they were interrupted by Hildy's sudden entrance.

"Mistress Malfoy," she curtsied. "The Masters and Mistress Potter have arrived."

Astoria, Draco, and Scorpius awaited Hildy's reentrance with the Potters in the drawing room. Scorpius's foot was bouncing again, and he struggled to suppress a nervous grin. Draco pouted on the settee, chin resting on his fist, a dark look shading his eyes. Astoria's face was impassive, although her stiff posture belied her apparently tranquil manner.

At last, Hildy shuffled in, new arrivals in tow. The Malfoys jumped to their feet as Hildy cleared her throat.

"Mistress Ginevra Potter, Master Albus Potter, and Master Harry Potter."

Draco quickly scanned these intruders; there was Ginny Weasley, flaming red hair threaded into a simple plait.

Wearing a mildly amused expression on her lightly freckled face, she casually surveyed the vaulted ceiling, magnificent windows, and opulent furniture of the drawing room before resting her eyes on the Malfoys themselves.

Her son's looks were as close to Harry's as Scorpius's were to Draco's, down to the unruly, jet-black hair. Unlike Ginny's, Albus's eyes were riveted to only one spot in the room: the place where Scorpius stood. In turn, Scorpius beamed at the other boy, who promptly reddened.

And then, of course, there was the man whose mere existence had tormented Draco for years. Harry Potter, the Complete Tosser Who Lived, stood upright with his hands clasped behind his back like a soldier, glancing around the room with knitted eyebrows, perhaps remembering certain events that had occurred here.

The prat still looked dashing, his untidy dark hair tamed to the apparent best of his abilities, and his glasses delicately perched on a regal nose, giving him an intellectual air. Ha, like Potter could even recite a simple shrinking potion recipe.

Distracted by his musings, Draco was suddenly seized with panic when Harry's emerald eyes made sharp contact with his, as if he'd been reading Draco's mind. Draco felt his heart pound; thank Merlin he wasn't one to blush.

"Ah - hello," Astoria greeted awkwardly, her eyes flickering between each Potter before settling on Ginny. "Charmed to meet you all. You must be Ginevra."

Ginny stepped forward, closing the distance between the Potters and the Malfoys, and took Astoria's hand good-naturedly. "Please, call me Ginny. And you're Astoria - I've heard so much about you from Scorpius. Thanks for the invitation."

"It's a pleasure," Astoria returned warmly, her shoulders relaxing. "And of course, you must be the Albus my Scorpius goes on about."

Albus blushed even redder, smiling shyly and taking Astoria's hand.

"Delighted. And Harry Potter, so glad to meet you."

For some reason, Harry's disarming expression as he took Astoria's hand made Draco long to hex him.

"Nice to meet you, Astoria. It's been ages since I saw you round the corridors at Hogwarts - your sister was in my year, you know."

Harry's eyes slowly wandered over to Draco again. Draco stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

"Malf - er, Draco. How have you been?" Harry's hand extended awkwardly in Draco's direction. Draco stared at it, one haughty eyebrow raised. Astoria cleared her throat.

Draco picked up Harry's hand, pumped it once, and dropped his arm back to his side with a wordless nod. Harry shoved his in his pocket.

Scorpius spoke up. "Dad," he began, boldly stepping forward and entwining hands with Albus. "This is Albus, my boyfriend."

Draco blinked as he beheld his son hand-in-hand with a Harry Potter look-alike. Scorpius's flaring eyes held Draco's, as if daring him to protest.

"Draco…" Astoria prompted softly as the silence stretched.

"What? Mm, yes. Pleasure to meet you, Albus." Draco managed a smile as he extended his hand to the black-haired boy. Albus shook it with an air of triumph, a cautious smile breaking out on his own face.

"Well then," Astoria exhaled. "Can I offer you a drink? Hildy will have dinner ready in just a few moments."

Draco was too distracted to eat.

Astoria and Ginny seemed to be getting on well, making pleasant conversation. Draco knew that Astoria had long ago rejected the prejudices of her upbringing, but he was still surprised to see how easily she got on with someone like Ginny Weasley.

His eyes shifted to Scorpius and Albus, sitting next to each other, listening to Astoria's and Ginny's conversation. At one point, Albus's turned to examine Scorpius's face in something like wonderment. Scorpius caught him staring and smirked at him, waggling his blond eyebrows devilishly; Albus tried to suppress a grin as he looked away.

Draco had never seen his son sobesotted before. He also couldn't help but feel as if he were staring at a portrait of Harry and himself, lovingly gazing into each other's eyes.

Horrified, Draco tore his attention away - and accidentally made direct eye contact with Harry, who happened to glance up at the same time. Draco's heart skipped a beat; thinking quickly, he shot Harry a dirty look. Harry's eyebrows drew together in a slight scowl; he broke eye contact.

Astoria daintily patted her lips with a silken napkin. "So, tell me, Ginny," she said, a bit flushed from the wine. "How did you and Harry meet?"

Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Ginny chuckled. "Well, we met when I was ten, actually," she began. "At King's Cross. It's a bit embarrassing, but I developed a crush on him rather quickly."

Harry laughed, touching Ginny's arm in a careless yet loving way - Draco scowled. "But she got over it just as quickly," Harry cut in. "Took me ages to win her over again."

Ginny rolled her eyes and looked conspiringly at Astoria. "You know how men are. Only want you when you've moved on."

Astoria nodded wisely. "Oh yes - always wanting what they can't have."

The two women shared a conspiratorial laugh. Draco shifted uncomfortably, not daring a glance at Harry.

"And how did you and Draco meet?" Ginny queried over another sip of wine.

Astoria smiled and gazed at Draco affectionately. He gave her a weak smile in return. "We met in France," she replied. "After Hogwarts, I wanted to travel - see the rest of the world. I met Draco while he was writing his thesis - the transmutation of base metals into silver, I think it was?"

Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco. "You were doing advanced studies?"

Draco sneered. "Why, yes, I was, Potter. Is that surprising somehow?"

"Draco," Astoria warned. A scowl flashed across Harry's face, but then he unexpectedly laughed.

"It's all right, Astoria," he assured her. "Draco and I had somewhat of a rivalry in our school days. It's all in good fun."

Draco was shocked at this assessment. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Er," ventured Albus, "so how did you two meet? Ow!"

Scorpius had kicked him under the table.

"We met on the Hogwarts Express, I think," Harry answered uncertainly. "Draco was making some comments about my friend that I frankly didn't appreciate…"

Ginny could hardly restrain a glare in Draco's direction.

"Actually, you're wrong," Draco contradicted hotly. "We met at Madam Malkin's."

"Oh yeah…" Harry trailed off.

"Um," Scorpius chimed in, rushing to cut the conversation short before it got ugly. "Albus and I met during potions class. We were partnered up."

"Oh, is that right?" Draco's posture straightened. "Scorpius has a natural gift for potions," he informed the table proudly. "Gets it from his father."

Harry muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "...only because Snape favored you…"

Albus's ears perked up at the mention of his namesake.

"Actually, Potter," Draco rejoined, his nostrils flaring, "Slytherins happen to have a knack for potions; the professor probably thought Albus needed a tutor, being a Gryffindor and all - "

"Oh yes," Harry retorted angrily, "because I seem to recall a certain Slytherin earning his marks on his God-given talent, never dreaming of cheating…"

"I didn't bloody cheat, Potter," Draco spat. "I used my resources wisely, as Gryffindors are apparently too self-righteous to have the sense to do - "

"DRACO," Astoria cut in. "I think Hildy requires help clearing the dishes, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Harry." Ginny crossed her arms with a dark look. "I think you'd better help, too."

With one last glare at Draco, Harry pushed his chair back forcefully as he rose. He grabbed a handful of dishes in each fist before stomping towards the doors that led into the kitchens.

Draco fought the urge to look smug as he gracefully rose, cast a Levitation Charm on the remaining dishes, and hovered them through the kitchen doors.

Astoria and Ginny exchanged apologetic looks and Albus's face burned while Scorpius placed both elbows on the table, shielded his eyes with his hands, and sighed exasperatedly.

Draco guided the dishes gracefully down onto the kitchen counter. Then he scanned the room for Harry. Where had the git run off to?

Following a strange hissing noise to the back of the kitchens, he stopped when he saw Harry bent over a disused sink in the far corner, his back turned to Draco. He was running water from the hissing faucet and scrubbing the dishes furiously with a soapy rag.

Draco crept up to stand a few meters behind him, clasped his hands behind his back, and cocked his head.

"What in the world are you doing?" Draco asked with genuine curiosity. What strange ritual was this?

"What does it look like?" Harry grunted. "Washing the dishes."

"Washing the dishes? Ooh, I see. Potter, you do realize that Hildy can have those dishes clean in a snap of her fingers?"

Harry's hands halted. He looked over his shoulder at Draco grudgingly. "Oh...oh yeah."

"What is this, some sort of Muggle thing?" The corners of Draco's mouth twitched.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped. He snatched up a dry towel. "I mean...yes. It is."

Draco was dangerously close to smiling, but his face quickly straightened out as Harry spun to face him, pinning him with a glare.

"Why can't you come off it, Malfoy?" he demanded. "We haven't spoken for years, yet you still delight in getting a rise out of me."

Draco's body warmed. With Potter's full attention riveted on him, he felt alive. Ensuring that his expression betrayed nothing, Draco offered a nonchalant shrug.

Harry sighed and shook his head, anger melting from his face. He glanced toward the door. "We ought to apologize to Scorpius and Al. They're really keen on each other, you know."

Draco analyzed Harry's face. He could still see the boy who had coldly rejected him; could picture him disfigured from a hex, when the snatchers had dragged him to Malfoy Manor; could see the man who had vanquished the tyrant who'd once made his life a living hell.

"Well, Potter," he said after a long, uncertain silence. "How about a truce?"

"A truce?" Harry eyed him suspiciously. "Draco Malfoy, offer me a truce?"

Draco fought the urge to lick his lips - that skeptical expression suited Harry quite well, not to mention Draco's name on those lips -

Oh Merlin, no, Draco silently panicked. I was done with him! Stupid, arrogant git - not in the least bit attractive -

Harry's expression changed to one of puzzlement. He cocked his head. "All right, Malfoy?"

"Ah, yes," Draco spluttered. "A truce then. Good. Shall we be on with it?"

And with that, he turned on his heel and ran toward the doors that led back into the dining room, Harry staring blankly after him.

"Forgive me for how I behaved tonight, Scorpius."

The Potters had departed, and Astoria had retired to her bedroom for the night. Draco and Scorpius sat in the drawing room, Scorpius with his arms crossed and face turned away.

"It's just - there's a lot you don't know of my...history...with Harry Potter. But that doesn't excuse how I acted."

Scorpius at last met his father's eye. Something on Draco's face made his expression soften. It wasn't every day Draco admitted wrongdoing.

"I appreciate that, Dad." He hesitated. "Just to be sure, you're not so much against Albus personally, right? Just that he's a Gryffindor?"

"And a Potter and a Weasley," Draco added darkly. Then he caught himself. "Right – this may take me some time. I hope you'll understand."

Scorpius chuckled and uncrossed his arms. "That's all right, Dad. Actually, I find it compelling, really, Al and I caught between two warring families, and two rival Houses. Like Shakespeare."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Since when are they teaching Muggle literature at Hogwarts?"

Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Since years ago, Dad. Honestly, you should catch. Times have changed." He winked, arose, and started for the staircase. "'Night, Dad."

Yes, mused Draco, as he watched his son ascend until he disappeared. Then again, some things refuse to change.