A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this. I have been struggling with this chapter for a long time not really knowing what to write so it turned out to be more of a filler. Anyways, thanks for reviews and I hope you like the chapter even though it is a bit shortish. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter


The next morning ten o'clock sharp the seven of them gathered into the Hall of the Manor along with Alice Longbottom.

They took hold of the Portkey and were whisked away into a beautiful Beach house Harry owned in Florida.

"Okay, so there are only five bedrooms so some of us need to share… but luckily they're all pretty big apart from room Five…" Harry said. "Al and Scorp, you don't mind sharing, do you?" He asked the boys, who shook their heads. "Okay take room One. James and Alice can take room Two. Lily, do you mind sharing a room with your Mum?"

"Oh, Harry wait!" Ginny exclaimed. "I just got a letter from Oliver saying he's here in Florida. I was thinking of asking him to join us…"

"Sure, the more the merrier." Harry said. "Okay, so Ginny, you take room Three with Oliver and Lily you can have room Five, since it's the smallest. Malfoy and I can share room Four. Malfoy, you up for it?" He asked turning to look at the blond, who nodded, his face blank.

"Good. That's it then. Lunch will be served in a few hours. Now scatter!" Harry said and every disappeared to make themselves at home. "Come on, Malfoy, let's go see our room."

The two men went up the stairs and walked through the corridor till they reached the room Four. Harry opened the door and found a large room with a king-sized bed, balcony and own bathroom with a Jacuzzi.

"Looks like we're gonna have to share a bed." Harry commented.

"Potter, we're wizards. We can just transfigure another bed." Draco said rolling his eyes.

"You're welcome to try, Malfoy." Harry smirked and Draco frowned, but tried anyway.

Nothing happened.

"It's the house's magic. It doesn't let us to change anything. I don't know why, but it never has."

"Fine." Draco huffed and put his wand away.

"Don't worry Malfoy, I don't bite." Harry smirked at him. "Much."


Later that day Harry was walking on the beach when he saw a familiar reddish-brown-headed man walking to the property.

"Oliver!" He shouted and waved his hand at his former Captain, who started walking towards him.

"Hullo Harry, long time no see." Oliver grinned. "How have you been?"

"I'm fine, considering the circumstances… I heard Ginny told you…"

"Yeah, she did. I was sorry to hear about that, but you're a fighter Harry. I know you'll get through it." Oliver said putting a hand to his shoulder.

"Yeah." Harry said. "But just so you know, Wood… if you hurt Ginny in any way, I'll make sure you'll never mount a broom again, Leukemia or not."

"Duly noted." Oliver said solemnly. "Now, what is it I hear that you're getting married to Draco Malfoy of all people…?" He asked and Harry explained the situation to him.

"Wow, you really have the worst luck don't you Harry?" Oliver commented after Harry finished his explanation.

"Aye, that's me. Trouble always finds me." Harry grinned feebly. "But enough about that. Let's go inside and get you settled. And I'm sure you and Ginny have much to catch up." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughingly led the blushing Quidditch player to the house.


That night Draco lay on his shared bed with Harry, trying to get some sleep, but sleep seemed to be evasive of him. He felt wired, like all his senses were suddenly sharpened and awareness increased – awareness especially towards the half-naked body lying peacefully next to him. His eyes kept trailing to the smooth skin of Harry's naked back and his fingers itching to touch him and find out if it really was as smooth as it looked. He wanted to study every scar he could see on him, highlighted by the faint moonlight shining from the windows and press his lips on that long pale neck…

Suddenly Harry shifted and Draco became aware that his fingers were trailing the air above Harry's back just few inches from touching.

'Stop it, Malfoy!' Draco told himself and quickly pulled his hand back. He ripped his eyes off of Harry and turned to his other side, so that his back was towards Harry. 'This is Potter you're fantasizing about.'

Draco had been trying to deny his attraction to the brunette ever since he had started working with him years ago and had mostly succeeded too, but Scorpius' words kept invading his mind, not to mention the near-kiss just the day before. Did he really feel something other than physical attraction towards Harry?

Draco thought about his feelings towards the brunette. Sure, he had come to like him and he didn't want him to die and of course, there was the clear physical attraction, but did it mean that he had feelings for him? How did you know when you were in love? Draco had never been in love with anyone. His marriage had been no more than a necessity and the few flings he had had were purely physical relationships, with no emotions involved. Well, except for that one… But he didn't think about that. So how did you know?

Draco squeezed his eyes shut and buried his head in the pillow, letting out a small groan. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

"S'op t'rnin' ove' D'aco." Harry murmured and Draco turned to look at him. The other man was clearly still as sleep so Draco turned back to his side and shut his eyes. A few seconds later he felt the mattress move as Harry rolled around and suddenly Draco felt him pressing to his back. A hand snaked around his waist and pulled him even closer to Harry, who sighed contently.

'Merlin's bloody pants!' Draco thought. "Potter's spooning me! What the hell is he thinking he's doing?"

"Potter." He whispered nudging him lightly, but got no reaction. Harry's breathing was even so Draco figured that he was still asleep. Sighing he tried to push him away from him, but Harry only tightened his hand around Draco's waist.

'Great.' Draco thought. Now he was stuck next to Potter cuddling him! And Malfoys do not cuddle! Draco shut his eyes and took a deep breath forcing himself to relax.

If Draco was honest with himself though, he kind of liked the feel of Harry's hands around him. It made him feel safe and… loved. And with these thoughts on his mind he drifted into a peaceful sleep and slept the best he had in a very long time.


Next morning everyone gathered in the dining room for breakfast to discuss what they were going to do that day. It was decided that they were just going to spend the day at the beach as it was too hot to do anything exhausting like shopping. Everyone was happy with that plan and one by one could be found either in the water, walking on the sand, sunbathing or hiding under the little shadow the trees provided.

Draco for one was very happy to just keep to the shadows not wanting to get sunburned and just focus on his paperwork. Unfortunately for him, someone was not happy with that and soon his stack of papers was snatched away.

"Potter!" He yelped and glared at the raven-haired man who was looking down at him with a disappointed face. Draco though managed to miss the look entirely as it just registered to his brain that Harry was standing extremely close to him clad only in his swimming trunks.

"This is what you call a holiday?" Harry asked holding the stack of papers and not noticing Draco's straying eyes.

Drawing his eyes off of Harry's sweaty body, Draco readjusted his face into mild irritation: "Give that back Potter, can't you see I'm working?"

"No can do, Draco." Harry said shaking his head. "You're supposed to relax and not worry about work when you're on a holiday. Now come play some beach ball with Al, Scorp and I, we're one short."

Draco glared at him, more on principal than for actually being irritated. He knew Harry was right and that he worked too much – his mother and Scorpius had complained enough about it. Maybe he really should cut it back a bit. He had a talented staff, he had made sure of that, he knew they could handle themselves and take care of his company. It was just that he had worked so hard to clear up the Malfoy name and make a successful business that he was a bit paranoid about it. And really, what else was there than his work when his son was at Hogwarts.

Now however Scorpius was home and here he was, once again working instead of spending time with his son when he still had the chance – kids just grew up too quickly. Time to correct that, Draco thought and stood up.

"Fine." He said and took off his shirt. "Let's play Potter." He said and smirked challengingly before stalking past Harry towards the boys and the beach ball net.

"You're gonna play too, Dad?" Scorpius asked him his whole face lighting up and Draco smiled happy that he made his son happy.

"Of course." He said. "We're gonna beat these Potters." He said wrapping an arm around Scorpius' shoulders.

"Have you ever even played beach ball Dad?" Scorpius asked amused.

"No." Draco admitted. "But how hard can it be?"


A few hours – and a few lost games – later found Draco floating in the water feeling more relaxed than he had felt in a long time. He had actually had a very good time playing with Harry and the kids and he wasn't even bothered by the fact that he and Scorpius lost every game – which was unusual for him as he had always been very competitive by nature. Now though he had just enjoyed spending time with his son and well, Harry too.

He had won one game though, when he teamed with Harry against their sons. Draco had to admit that they made a pretty good team, especially after he finally got the hang of the game.

With a content sigh Draco got up from the water and started walking back to his tree. He grabbed his towel and dried himself before spotting Oliver sitting on the beach just by the house. Deciding it was a good time to catch up with his friend he walked over to him.

"So you and Weaslette, huh?" Draco stated sitting down next to Oliver on the sand. "Figures she would be the one to tie the Oliver Wood down." He continued with a slight smirk as he followed Oliver's gaze to the red-head who was having a water fight with Harry and the kids.

"You're just jealous Draco." Oliver grinned not removing his gaze of Ginny.

The two of them had stroke up a friendship several years ago when Draco had defended Oliver's younger brother after he had been falsely accused of murder, and won the case.

"Please, I don't go for gingers." Draco scoffed.

Oliver laughed and the two men sat in silence, both gazing at Harry and Ginny respectively.

"You really are smitten with her." Draco commented.

"She's the one." Oliver said readily.

"How'd you know?" Draco asked before being able to stop himself.

Oliver turned to look at him.

"You just know." He said looking at Draco sympathetically. "You should tell him, you know." He continued.

"Who?"

"Harry."

"Potter? What do I need to tell him?" Draco asked like he didn't know what Oliver was talking about.

Oliver gave him a pointed look and said: "That you're in love with him."

Draco said nothing, knowing there was no point in denying his feelings for Harry. He had finally admitted that to himself. What he felt for Harry was something he had never felt before with anyone not even with him, so if that wasn't love, what was?

"You're not even denying it." Oliver smiled before laughing. "Just imagine if someone told you that you were going to fall in love with Harry and get married to him while we were back in Hogwarts."

Draco rolled his eyes before shrugging.

"There's a fine line between love and hate." Draco said repeating the words Scorpius had said to him.

"You're saying you loved him even back in Hogwarts?" Oliver turned to look at him his eyebrows raised.

"Not really. But the attraction was always there. If things had been different…" Draco trailed off admitting something he had thought of. In fact he had thought a lot of their time at Hogwarts lately and often wondered what would have happened if things really had been different and they hadn't been forced to hate each other. Still past was the past and it should stay there. Besides, if he had gotten together with Harry in Hogwarts he'd never have had Scorpius and he wouldn't give up his son for anything.

Oliver nodded in understanding.

"You really should tell him though."

"No, I can't risk it." Draco shook his head. "He's getting worse every day. I just can't lose someone I love – I can't go through that again."

"You're saying that you wouldn't feel sorrow if he were to die tomorrow?" Oliver asked skeptically.

Draco winced but said nothing.

"It's better to have loved and lost than not loved at all." Oliver recited and the two men sat in silence watching the sun set, both lost in their thoughts thinking about the people they loved the most.

In Draco's mind there was only one question:

Was the risk worth it?


A/N: Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think!

I'll try to write and post the next chapter as soon as possible, but once again it may take some time. I've just started working in a new job and that's gonna take most off my time. But, let's hope my muse doesn't fail me and I'll be able to update soon! :)

- Dalnim