"What did you say to me, you spawn of Satan?" Harry asked the eleven year old glaring up at him with steely grey eyes. The short blond crossed his arms over his puffed out chest and lifted his chin, a trick he appeared to have acquired from his father in order to enhance the glare.

"I said," the child said, "My mum says that you are the reason Father has left her and I vow to bring him back to her in any way possible and if that means lying, cheating, seducing, or killing you, I will succeed."

"Scorpius, be a darling and get Daddy a bag of biscuits from the kitchen. I'm sure you know where they are," Draco said softly upon entering the room. His exact replica bestowed Harry with a final scathing look and walked past his father into the other room. Harry frowned at his little back until he disappeared around a corner. "Picking fights with children now, eh Potter?"

"I said no more than two words to the boy before he began spouting off at the mouth with all that nonsense," the brunet replied, plopping down on Draco's living room sofa. "I take it he does not approve of our relationship."

"Oh, definitely not. How could you tell?" Draco chuckled, taking a seat on the armrest beside Harry. "And I do not approve of being called 'Satan'. Lucifer maybe, but Satan? Not so much."

Harry laughed and settled back into the cushions. As soon as his body relaxed and his eyes closed, he felt long, cool fingers thread through his hair and caress his scalp.

"Thank you, Scorpius," he heard Draco say and though the fingers were still massaging him, he heard the tell-tale crunch of cookies being devoured. And then a booted foot kicked his shin.

"Sonofabitch!"

"Oh, so not only am I the Devil, but a bitch, too," Draco inquired drily as Harry rubbed his leg and glared at the child who kicked him.

"Stop touching my father," the boy said.

"First of all, you tiny git, he was touching me and second of all, you're a tiny git," Harry snarled and before his reflexes could save him, his other shin was injured. "OW!"

"Stop taunting the child, Harry," Draco chided, pushing Harry's shoulder to get him to move over and sliding into the previously occupied seat. He raised a silver brow to his son and the boy at least had the decency to look ashamed; Draco was delighted he had even learned to blush on cue. "Come here, boy."

Scorpius stepped up to him, his shoulders hunched and his lip sticking out. "Yes, Father."

"Now, Scorpius. Didn't I go through the trouble of bringing you home all the way from Hogwarts to spend a weekend with me?"

"Yes, Father."

"And didn't I spoil you with presents and love upon you first arrival home since Christmas?"

"Yes, Father."

"And you repay me by torturing my boyfriend and your future stepfather?"

"Yes, Father," the boy replied, his voice no more than a whisper, but the evil glance he had shot to the blushing Harry made his thoughts loud and clear. 'Over your dead body . . .'

"Future stepfather?" Harry snapped. Draco looked at him and nodded. "No way."

"Yes way, you moron. If we get married, you'll be Scorpius' stepfather," Draco snarled back as his son gave a real pout.

"I'll marry you, but no way is that demon going to be granted the title of stepchild. I do not want to be responsible for that!" Harry yelled, his arms flying into the air for emphasis.

Draco's expression suddenly went flat and he stared at the other man with wide, mercury eyes. "You'll marry me?"

The brunet's own eyes went wide and he covered his mouth as if able to cork the words back in. He had not meant it that way. Of course, he knew Draco was joking about marriage, teasing his own son, but for Harry to let a phrase like that slip . . . and just when they had decided to expand their relationship.

Harry had had a long conversation about relationships with the owl that night that resulted of Draco flooing over there and the pair falling asleep on the couch, curled up against one another. Horrors upon horrors occurred when Lily had found them that way the next morning, but the child did not question them when they frantically scrambled for an explanation; she just demanded a proper introduction to Draco. Harry had been relieved to have not needed to explain everything right away. He would wait until he had Lily to himself, but she was currently over her aunt and uncle's place and he was stuck with Draco and his clone, who were both gaping at him, waiting for an answer.

Harry spared Scorpius a nervous glance before turning his attentions to Draco. "I . . . I don't think I'm ready to talk about this just yet. I mean, I'm just barely divorced and we've only begun this relationship thing just a week ago and . . ."

"I understand, Potter," Draco said gruffly, looking away to inspect his hands. "Forget we ever said anything about it."

"I'll sure try to," Scorpius huffed under his breath and was cuffed on the ear for it by his father.

"Go find some scissors to run with, won't you?" Draco said and gained his son's evil eye. The young man left the room, rubbing his ear and mumbling about the wrath of his mother when she heard about this. "Are you sure you want him to meet your daughter and nephew at dinner tonight? I do not believe he's to be trusted around children smaller than him. He tends to let power go to his head."

"I wonder where he got that from," Harry replied, relief that the sudden tension was gone evident in his voice. Draco nudged him and gave him a peck to the cheek. They held one another silently for a moment – well, as silently as one could be crunching on chocolate cookies. Finally, Harry turned to Draco and said, "I think I could love you one day."

"Do you?" Draco asked cautiously, licking crumbs from his lip, but missing a few. Harry smiled and brushed the leftovers away with his thumb.

"I'm sure."

Surprisingly, Draco was not as much of an arse as Harry expected him to be during dinner. The blond was suave and polite, he noted how big Hugo had become since he last noticed the boy and how much like his father he was growing to look like, and he only insulted Ron three times so far. However, seeing as they had only been in the Weasley home for three minutes, Harry was a tad nervous.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco asked as Hermione and Ron left the sitting room to get some snacks from the kitchen. The children seemed to have evaporated the moment they had stepped into the house and since neither Harry nor Draco heard screaming, they assumed they would be alright.

"Stop talking about Ron like that," Harry hissed back.

"But it's expected of me, isn't it?" the blond asked innocently, even batting his eyelashes and bringing a hand up to his chest for effect. "Or is it making you jealous. I could insult you, too, my little moronic excuse for a man."

"That's romantic and all, but quit it," the brunet snapped and Draco pouted as Hermione and Ron returned with little snacks and alcohol.

"So Draco," Hermione began. "How is your position at the Ministry working out?"

"Yeah, and what exactly do you do?" Ron added, earning Draco's chuckle.

"Well, I actually do an assortment of things, but mostly it's just negotiating the terms of funding each department at the Ministry gets a year and consulting with the officials of Gringotts and several other wizarding banks in the world. The job keeps me busy, but it pleases me as well."

"That's lovely," Hermione said and Ron nodded his agreement.

"So, I'm guessing the Auror department will be getting a bit more support now, hmm?" the redhead inquired with a crooked smile that Draco returned, even though Hermione frowned.

"Why do you say that?" Draco asked, taking a sip of Firewhiskey.

"Well, you are boinking the head of the department, aren't you?"

"Ron!" both Harry and Hermione snapped, but Draco just chuckled.

"Well, he is!"

"That is true, we do boink rather frequently," Draco reiterated, leaning back in his seat and wrapping an arm around Harry. "Perhaps Harry and I can make a deal."

The brunet frowned at the deal Draco proposed in such a smooth voice, and then glared at his friend. "Stop whoring me for more paid vacation time!"

"Hey, take one for the team, Harry!" Ron laughed back.

Dinner went on without a hitch until Scorpius set the table on fire with his mind.

"I guess I should have told you that he was a Lampedes before," Draco sheepishly told his boyfriend when the commotion settled down and the table cloth was saved. "But he usually only does it when he's nervous. It's like when kids wet the bed, he'll grow out of it soon."

"I am not nervous," the child in question snapped at his father. "I just hate all of you."

"Me too?" Lily asked with a pout, her brown eyes poised to glitter with tears.

"Not you, Lily," the little prince said softly and the girl beamed. He turned to his new friend's father. "Just you specifically."

Harry answered the glare with one of his own. He was not surprised that Scorpius had the power to control fire despite how rare it was – he was, after all, the spawn of Satan – but he was a bit surprised at how well the child had taken to his own daughter and nephew, Hugo.

"Don't frown like that, Harry, you'll get wrinkles," Draco warned as Ron and his son laughed warmly. "And Scorpius, stop being a little prick when we are guests in this home. Now what do you say?"

"I'm sorry I have shamed my father by setting your belongings on fire," Scorpius said in a glum, practiced tone that indicated it was not the first time he had been forced to apologize this exact way.

"It's alright," Hermione assured him and he beamed at her. "How about you kids run along and I'll have Ron come up and bring you dessert?"

The children bolted away in seconds and left the parents to clean up the chaos they left in their wake.

"Well, that was interesting," Ron said as they all helped to bring the used dishes to the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry about all of this," Draco said. "He usually has some kind of warning signal before things go up in flames."

"What kind of warning signal?" Harry asked.

"Screaming or crying or both, but he was very quiet tonight . . . and polite."

Harry snorted. "That's what you call polite? He tried to set me on fire."

"Stop exaggerating. He succeeded in setting the table cloth beside your hand on fire. If he had tried for you, you would have been on fire," Draco said. "And yes, he's been ridiculously polite to you since you two met. I'm actually quite worried that he's plotting something."

Before Harry could open his mouth to further their argument, Hermione inquired, "How is it that he is a Lampedes? That couldn't possibly be a trained skill?"

"Well, it's actually a trait that he gained from the Black branch of my family," Draco explained as they made their way back to the living room. "The Blacks tended to marry into Pureblood families with hereditary advances, such as Metamorphmagi or Parselmouths. They believed it would make their blood all the much stronger."

"That makes sense," Harry said. "I'm just glad you didn't get anything like that."

"Oh, yes, because I would have definitely set your hair on fire during our school days," Draco laughed, his eyes twinkling all the more because he was not joking.

Sex that night with Draco was amazingly emotional for Harry. When it was finished, he collapsed on his lover's chest and shuddered from the aftermath of their lovemaking, panting heavily as he did so.

"Harry?" Draco said softly. "Harry?"

The brunet lifted his head and looked into worried silver eyes. "I'm okay, Draco."

"But you're not . . . You weren't thinking of us, were you?"

Harry shook his head and settled it back down on Draco's chest. "Do you . . ."

"Do I what?" Draco asked after a moment of silence.

"Do you think that we're moving too fast? I mean, we've only just established this relationship and already we're having dinner with my friends and our children."

"You want to slow down?"

"No," he admitted, allowing himself to be cradled against the strong chest beneath his cheek. "It's just so strange."

"It doesn't feel right?"

"No! It . . . It's perfect . . . I just . . ."

"You don't want to be with me," Draco concluded in a whisper.

"I do want to be with you . . . It just feels like I can't be with you right now."

"Because of Ginny?"

"Because of Ginny," Harry confirmed softly and was suddenly lifted into Draco's kiss.

"Shut up," Draco whispered to him. "Shut up and don't speak again until you tell me what's really wrong with you. Stop trying to leave me just because you're scared of your own feelings. Stop making it my fault that you think I'll leave you just like your wife did."

"You left Pansy without a second thought," Harry snapped.

"How did you –"

"I heard you talking to her last Sunday in your office," he told Draco.

"Then you know that I love you and would never leave you!" Draco shouted, tightening his arms as if Harry threatened to pull away from him. "I love you and I could no longer face being with that woman knowing that I loved you so much. Please, Harry, stop hurting me and just tell me what's wrong. Do you want to be with Ginny?"

"No . . . Yes! I don't know!" he snapped, tearing himself from the other's arms and crawling to the edge of the bed. Draco crawled up behind him and wrapped his strong arms around his trembling frame.

"Tell me, Harry . . . I love you and I won't leave you no matter what. I want to help you Harry . . . Please, let me."

The brunet turned to Draco, tears in his eyes, and confessed his greatest fear. "I don't think I can keep the children. She's going to take them from me and I'll never see them again."

Author's Note: Aww, I made myself cry. Poor Harry. What do you guys think? –DMH

P.S. Draco and Harry tend to have a lot of conversations in bed. Did anyone else just notice that like I did? Lol!