Harry wondered down the path to the gay club which this whole debacle started. He took his steps slowly. Not wanting to have to waste his cigarette, and also to listen. Sure enough, the light tapping of expensive dragon hide dress shoes trying to be quiet. He ducked down an alley, turned sharp and reached out, grabbing an invisible collar.

"I've a habit of attacking those who follow me."
"Understandably so." A voice said before muttering a spell.

Draco appeared, deep green rode tightly fisted in Harrys' hands. His face was calm. He knew Harry was fully aware that it was Draco who had been following him.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry snarled.

Draco's face contorted in disgust.

"I'm just doing what you wanted. Giving you a normal secret free life."

Harry shoved him into the wall.

"What do you think my children will think when they see these things? You think it's easy on them at school?

'Haha Al's dad's a poof and a whore' is that what you're aiming for?" He added the last bit with extra venom.

"Their father would be both. Are you suggesting lying to your apparently homophobic children? If they loved you half as much as I do-"

Harry reared back and slugged Draco in the face. Draco flew to the ground, only to be picked back up by Harry, reshoved into the wall and thoroughly shocked by the slam of warm lips into his. Teeth clanked, hands clawed, it was like it was their very first kiss.

'Perfect.' Draco thought.

"You can't stay away from me." Draco ground out, pressing his pelvis to Harry's and smiling viciously as he watched Harry's body twitch forward onto his.

"I'm not the one bloody stalking you with a camera" Harry snarled, trying to pull back.

"I can't help that you're beautiful."
Draco moaned as Harry finally gave in and ground back.

The next day Draco woke up in his parents, apparently empty mansion. He crawled out of bed, sticky and smelling of sex and Harry's sweat. He slammed his fist into the kitchen wall as he fumbled into the kitchen, ass and legs sore. He poured himself a shot of fire whiskey and carefully took a look at his newest picture.

Harry spun around several times as he aparated into his flat, only to be met by a suitcase in which he promptly tripped over a suitcase.

"…Ginny?" He called.

A grunt was heard as someone chucked paper down the halls as hard as they could.

'Divorce papers…'

He picked up the others off the floor, it was the pictures of Harry with other people ripped out of the front of the Prophet. She must've been catching them while on her job in Germany with Bill taming a particularly colourful kind of dragon. He flipped over the picture of Draco and himself that he'd left on the table not expecting her back for days, and one more thing. A picture from last night.

Harry's mouth wrapped around Draco's cock as Draco smiled into the camera that he appeared to be levitating with his wand, only the picture was heavily censored, and on the front page of the …Daily Prophet.

"No, Ginny, this… this isn't what it looks like I can explain see I just get so lonely when you're-"
FWOOSH

He dived to the side as another suitcase went flying down the stairs, towards his head.

"You never tell me you love me-" Another suitcase

"You never kiss or hug me" another suitcase.

"You're always at work late" this time just a plain old lamp came flying down the stairs. It shattered and as she came stomping down the stairs she fixed it.

"I'm done, Harry, I'm done pretending to be happy and loving and all… couple..y just so that our children are happy. YOU THINK THEY'RE HAPPY NOW? What kind of example are you setting"

Harry opened his mouth to speak and she ripped the divorce papers out of his hand and shoved them in his face,

"I expect these signed and you to not be here tomorrow when I come to pick them up. I'm done!"

And with that, her and all of her luggage aparated out, leaving Harry to fumble at the papers, trying to catch them as they fell.

Harry, for once, knocked on Draco's door.

Draco sat on the floor in the living room, all the pictures of Harry he'd taken over the years while they were together in front of him. Smiles and cuddles and kisses and lust. Oh dear god the lust. The sex, the hands, the teeth. He was interrupted by a knock on the door, he couldn't mistake the feeling of Harry even from rooms away. He picked up his wand on his way to the door, drying his eyes and trying to fill the hollow pit in his chest with desperation and/or hatred. He couldn't decide.

He opened the door just in time to get a fist straight to his face.

"YOU RUINED IT." Harry screamed launching himself at the boy repetitively slamming his fist into him, anywhere, it didn't matter.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING NOW MY CHILDREN WONT HAVE A MOTHER."
Draco caught one of Harry's fists and flipped him down on the floor sitting on him, pinning his wrists.

"My son has never had a mother, the stupid bitch bailed as soon as she found all the pictures you're lying on top of" Draco spat at him.

Harry struggled and struggled but after a few moments stopped and was reduced to tears and clinging to Draco, pulling him down on top of him,

"I'm SORRY. OK? I'm really.. really…" He nuzzled the side of Draco's neck,

"I missed you so badly."
Draco just held him and stared at the wall behind Harry,

"You left me this morning, again, Harry. Why should I ever speak to you again."

Harry cupped Draco's face,

"You're all I have." He placed a kiss on Draco's lips.

"Until you find someone else to have children and be normal with."

Harry laughed bitterly.

"I would think that you of all people would understand that my chances at being normal are gone now…" He looked down picking up a picture of them on the grassy grounds of Hogwarts, mid war and still running the risk of being seen together just to be able to cuddle in the sun.

"…She's taking them Draco…I'm only allowed to keep Albus."
"You could come here-"
"No, I want to stay in Black Manour… she can't have that…"
"You never know, women can be horrid about divorces…" Draco drifted as he looked around his mainly empty, rather large living room.

Harry chuckled,

"..D'you think Al and Scorpius will… be able to get along?"
Draco smiled, nuzzling the side of Harry's face and taking the picture out of his hand.

"You never know."