A/N: Here is the sequel to "A Potter Never Lets Go of Their Promise." You do not necessarily have to read the first one to understand this story, but it really does help if you know what is going on. Warnings: Slash, MxM kissing, and that's pretty much it. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, that right belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just like to borrow her characters and play with them for a little while before returning them, (almost) good as new. Without further ado, I present "A Potter Promise Kept."

A week into the summer after his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Potter was woken up from a deep sleep, in which he was dreaming of wandering through Hogwarts, by a soft tapping on his window. Groaning, he opened his eyes to see a large eagle owl standing on the ledge, a rolled piece of parchment attached to its leg. Upon seeing the owl, all sleep was gone from his jade green eyes and he bolted out of bed, leaving his emerald green blankets in a pile on the floor.

Al ran to the window, throwing it open to allow the bird inside. The owl, named Athena, landed on his stark white, rumpled sheets and stuck out her leg, waiting for him to untie the scroll. Albus sat next to Athena on the bed, untying the scroll as fast as his shaking fingers would allow. He knew that the owl was from his best mate and fellow former Slytherin, Scorpius Malfoy.

With a quick tap of his wand, which he grabbed off of his bedside table, he unsealed the roll of parchment and unraveled it. As he read Scorpius' neat cursive, a huge grin spread across his thin lips, reaching his eyes. Albus ran out of the room and down the hall in search of his father.

"Dad!" Albus called as he ran down the stairs as fast as he could without falling.

"I'm in the kitchen Al!" He called back to his middle child. Albus came to a halt in the doorway, his feet sliding on the hard wood floor in their dirty grey socks. Looking around the kitchen he breathed a sigh of relief that his Dad was the only one there. "Whoa, where's the fire?" Harry chuckled amused by his son's frantic expression. The elder Potter was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of tea in his hand, that morning's Daily Prophet in the other.

"It's a letter…from Scor…" He managed to say between huge gasps of breath, holding the parchment up in his hand. Albus leaned heavily on the doorway, as he tried to allow some oxygen into his system. It wasn't that he was unfit, Quidditch had kept him in shape for six years, it was just the fact that he wasn't used to running that had got him so winded. "He wants us … to come over… today." Albus walked a few steps and collapsed into the chair across from his father, throwing the letter down on the table.

Harry set down the cup of tea he was holding and looked over at his son. "Can't your mother take you? I have a lot a paperwork that needs filing down at the office. That last case was pretty tricky, and the original paperwork got destroyed."

Albus shook his head. "No, Scor said that you had to be the one to drop me off. And I know that I could use the Floo by myself and blah, blah, blah, but Mr. Malfoy wants to talk to you. Can I go? Please? By the sound of his letter, it seems pretty urgent that we come over today. Plus I have his owl waiting for my answer upstairs in my room right now." He knew that if he begged enough his father would give into him, just like he always did. Albus knew that he was his father's favorite kid, even if Harry never said it aloud.

Harry sighed. "When does he want us to be there?"

"Really? You're going to take me?" Albus said shocked. Normally if the Auror office was overflowing with paperwork, which it tended to be, he would chose to work.

"Yes. Go send an answer to Scorpius and get ready. Did he send a time?"

"He said any time, just as long as we use the Floo network and we firecall them first."

"That's fine with me. We'll call in twenty minutes time, so you better be ready by then."

"Thanks Dad!" Albus ran up to his room and threw open the doors to his closet. He had no idea what he was going to wear over to his boyfriend's house. He knew that Scorpius wouldn't care, but he wanted to look his best. After a few minutes of searching, he found a shirt that was perfect, but what made it even better was the fact that it actually belonged to Scorpius.

He slid the green v-neck shirt over his head and slipped into a pair of well worn jeans. When he inhaled he could still smell the faint scent of Scorpius clinging to the soft fabric. Albus looked into the mirror above his chest of drawers and tried to do something with his unruly, black hair. Unfortunately, one of the things that he had inherited from his father was his messy hair. But on the bright side, he had also received the genes for his shocking jade eyes.

Ten minutes later, Al was downstairs waiting for his dad to finish getting dressed. He stood in front of the fireplace pacing, but when he heard footsteps approaching sat down in the nearest armchair. He did not want his father to see him so excited and nervous to go over to his "best friend's" house. Harry, and Draco for that matter, did not know that their sons were gay, let alone dating each other. Both boys knew that it had taken a lot of work for the two men to become friends, and they didn't want to ruin that friendship by finding out that their sons were closer than they thought.

Harry entered the room moments later, not surprised at all to see his son already there. He was dressed in a very old shirt, one from back in his days at Hogwarts, which had previously belonged to a Mister Draco Malfoy. It was a plain black button up long sleeved shirt which was paired with dark-washed blue jeans. "Are you ready to go son?"

Albus nodded and held out the bowl of Floo powder for Harry. With a slight nod of thanks, Harry grabbed a pinch of the powder and firecalled the Malfoy Manor. The face that met Harry's was that of a house elf.

"Mister Potter!" The elf squeaked. "Master Malfoy has told me to wait for you, he has. Is you on your way?"

"Yes Dippy both Albus and I are about to Floo in."

"I'll alert Master Draco and Master Scorpius." Dippy's face disappeared from amongst the ashes and crackling embers.

"Are you ready to go Albus?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Albus set the bowl of Floo powder on the ledge of the fireplace, grabbed a handful and stepped into the grate. With one swift motion he threw the powder down while yelling, "Malfoy Manor." In a burst of green flames, the color of his eyes, Albus rushed from his fireplace to the one in the Malfoy's kitchen. A few seconds later, his father entered the room from the fireplace at the same time Dippy entered through the door.

"Master Malfoy and Scorpius are in the sitting room and have asked me to take you there." Dippy said to Harry and Albus, who was desperately trying to fix his hair into a somewhat better state. "Follow me."

Dippy led the two Potters out the door from which she had just entered, and down a long hallway. Albus knew the Malfoy Manor like the back of his hand, so he knew all the twists and turns it took to get from the kitchen to the sitting room. Harry, however, had only been inside on one occasion and that time his face had been swollen and he had been tied to four other people.

After a few minutes, they came upon the sitting room door. Dippy knocked once to alert the Malfoys of their presence, opened the door, and stood off to the side to await further orders.

When Albus saw Scorpius sitting in an armchair, the light streaming in from the open window reflecting off of his white-blond hair looking absolutely perfect, he swallowed hard using all of his self-control to keep from running into his arms and kissing him senseless. The long sleeved, button up shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, showed off his well muscled body from years of Quidditch. He was wearing black jeans and no shoes, and the way he was dressed reminded Albus of all those days spent under the Oak tree down by the lake. Al felt very underdressed when he saw what Scorpius was wearing, but then again he was at home and his father always wanted Scor to look his best.

"Harry! Albus! So nice of you to join us today." Draco said. He was dressed in a completely black suit, with a black button down shirt, not unlike the one Harry was wearing, underneath. He got up from his spot in the armchair closest to the fire and made his way to the two Potters. He shook Harry's hand and led him to the couch. Scorpius got up as well and stood next to his friend.

"Father, we will be in my room if you need us. I know that you wanted to talk to Mr. Potter." Scorpius then turned to Dippy. "Dippy, would you get me and Albus a bowl of ice cream each?"

"Albus and I." Draco corrected his child.

Scorpius flushed. Of course his father would correct him in front of his best friend. "Right, Albus and I a bowl of ice cream?"

"What flavor sirs?" Dippy asked in her squeaky voice.

"Chocolate." Albus said.

"And Vanilla for me. Thank you Dippy." Dippy bowed lowly and scurried off to the kitchen. "Let's go Albus."As soon as the two were out of sight of their fathers, Scorpius grabbed Albus's hand and ran up to his room.

"I see that you're wearing one of my shirts. And to tell you the truth, it looks better on you than it ever did on me. It shows of your abs." Scorpius said, with a wink.

Albus blushed and pushed open the door to Scorpius's room. Albus had always loved Scorpius's room. It was done in the Slytherin house colors, with a few banners on the walls. On his chest of drawers were multiple picture frames, most of which held pictures of the two of them. There was one particular photo of them sharing a particularly sweet kiss under the oak tree that was enchanted to look like a picture of his family to any other person.

Already on the bed was a tray with two bowls almost overflowing with ice cream. Scorpius closed and locked his door behind them while Albus ran to the four-poster bed that reminded him of the beds back at Hogwarts. He grabbed his bowl of ice cream and sat at the foot of the bed.

Scorpius laughed. "Hungry are you?"

"Starved." Albus said with his mouth full of the sweet cold dessert. "I didn't eat before I came."

"Well then eat up, I know better than to keep you from food." Scorpius sat next to Al at the foot of the bed, eating his own bowl of ice cream. Albus finished his within minutes and when Scorpius looked up at him, he couldn't help but chuckle. Al had chocolate ice cream on the corner of his lips.

"What's so funny Scor?"

"You have a little bit of ice cream, right there." As he spoke he moved closer to Al, whispering the last words. Before Al could wipe away the ice cream, Scor's lips were on his. Scor ran his tongue against Al's bottom lip, licking the ice cream away. Al took this as a plea for entrance and parted his lips, allowing both boys to taste the mixture of chocolate and vanilla while exploring each other's mouths. The spoon from Scorpius's bed fell to the floor with a clatter, causing the two boys to jump apart thinking someone had seen them.

"What was that?" Albus asked upon seeing no one in the room with them.

Scorpius looked around the bed, finding that the spoon that had been right next to him was gone. "It must have been my spoon, I'll go get it." With the characteristic Malfoy grace, Scorpius jumped off the bed. "I think it went under my bed. I can't find it anywhere else." Scor stuck his head underneath the bed.

Scorpius dug around under his bed pretending to find the spoon, but was really reaching for the small box that he was looking for. He knew that he had set it there last night in anticipation for this moment. Albus had seated himself on the edge of his bed, his blue jean clad legs hanging off and touching the dark hardwood floor below.

"Scor have you found that spoon yet? It couldn't have gone very far." Scorpius didn't respond, instead he pulled his head out from under the bed. The blond repositioned himself on one knee in front of Albus, holding the small green velvet clad box in one hand. His liquid silver eyes locked onto Albus' striking emerald. Al gasped, bringing a shaking hand up over his mouth, (he later thought that it was a very girlish thing to do), suddenly knowing where this was going.

"Al we've been together since the end of our third year and best mates since first. You were the first friend that I made at Hogwarts, and looking back, I don't think that I would have had it any other way. We've always been super close, cuddling and stuff, but in third year when I came out to you after the game against Ravenclaw when you caught the Snitch, I was scared to death when I told you. I talked myself into thinking that you didn't feel the same way and that you would think that I was a freak. I made myself believe that the hand holding and kisses didn't mean you liked me. However, you told me that you loved me for me and that you would eventually be able to face your feelings. When you kissed my forehead after that conversation, I knew that you were promising me that you loved me, and that you would eventually be comfortable to act upon those feelings. I know that Potters never let go of their promises, and Al, you never did let go of that promise. Four months later and you asked me to be yours, and now I'm taking that request a step further by asking to be yours forever. Albus Severus Potter, will you marry me?" Scorpius' voice quivered slightly, his heart was pounding in his chest, ready to break free at any moment.

The usually composed blond was trembling uncontrollably as he opened the box, revealing two goblin-made silver snakes, both with emeralds for eyes, intertwined together to create the band. This was the day he had been planning for months. During his winter break, on the week that he was neither at the Potter's or Al was at his place, he had went to the only jeweler in Diagon Ally to purchase the ring, which he had custom made. To make sure everything was perfect, Scorpius had been planning what he was going to say to Albus the whole week they had been out of school.

"Scor…" Albus whispered, slightly shaking his head back and forth, his messy raven locks falling into eyes shining with tears. "I…I c-can't…I'm sorry…"

A/N: Cliffhanger! Sorry, but I couldn't resist. This is going to be a two-shot, but I won't tell you whether or not it ends up happy or sad. I should have the next chapter, up tomorrow or the day after. Please, Please, Please review! Reviews are what make me write faster. And don't get mad because there was no real mention of Drarry in this chapter, I promise it is in the next one, but it is very slight. Also, if you like Drarry, I have a Drarry one-shot called, "Should've Said No." So please check it out!

-Kaybea