(There are two lemons in this chapter. Um, also there's more drama in this one, but this time it's a mix of good drama and bad drama. I want to thank everyone who's reading this, anonymously, known and/or both. As per usual, read, enjoy, review.)

Chapter ten.

I said good bye to my mother. Gifts in hand, I held my hand out for Scorpius to take. Once he did, I apparated to a spot near Hermione and Ron's house. As soon as we were steady, I looked us over to make sure neither of us had been splinched.

Scorpius started off for the house as soon as I gave him the 'go ahead'. He rang the door bell excitedly. I heard screaming children and the door opened. Hermione stood in the doorway, she saw me and smirked, the mischievous glint in her eyes was similar to the one Ron had when he invited me over.

"Well, don't just stand out there, come in, come in!" She said a smile taking over her eyes.

Scorpius and I stepped inside and as soon as he was rid of his winter clothing, he spotted Albus and called after him. I smiled after them.

"Come Draco, join us in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Butterbeer?" She offered, taking my coat.

I smiled, "Not at the moment, later perhaps."

I followed her nervously. Ron and her were up to something and I wasn't sure what it was, but I was fairly certain it was harmless, or at least it was mostly harmless.

I walked into the living room, my breath caught in my throat and my heart sped up. He had his back to me and he was leaning forward discussing something with Ron.

"... I was certain you had cleared the..." Ron looked up, and stood up interrupting Harry, who exclaimed in surprise, "Ron!"

"You actually came, I was worried you wouldn't. The children have been talking nonstop about your son, hopefully him being here will get them to stop." He joked. I smiled, and gave a slight chuckle.

"Well, between your invite and Scorpius's nagging, I don't think I would have been able to get out of coming. Thanks for inviting Scor and I, that means a lot actually." I said sincerely.

Harry had stiffened, he turned in his chair as Ron shook my hand in greeting. I nodded to Harry. "Good afternoon, Harry. How are you?"

I heard the slight catch in Hermione's throat. Harry smirked, "Been better, also been worse, so really I can't complain. How about you?"

I felt my lips curve into the smile I once wore when ever it was just him and I. "I am doing well, thank you for asking."

I greeted everyone else, there was no hostility and everyone seemed to be able to laugh.

Soon, we gathered around the table and started to eat. I listened as Scorpius informed me of his and Albus's plan, I nodded and added a few conspiratorial ideas. I looked up when I felt someone's eyes on me. My eyes met the emerald ones that haunted my dreams and my thoughts.

"You Slytherins aren't plotting something now, are you?" Harry smirked, I slipped my features to appear as if I had been caught with my hand in the treacle tart dish.

"Moi, never. Slytherins are cunning, Harry, not plotting." I responded, his green orbs glistened.

Albus and Scorpius laughed, "Yeah, jeez, dad get it right." Albus said smiling to let Harry know he was joking.

Harry pretended to look mortified, "Oh, that's right. My apologizes, can you ever forgive me?" He tilted his head forward, looking out from under his lashes, his emerald eyes darkened slightly, he smiled shyly.

I gasped and stared at him, even after he had gotten forgiveness and returned his expression to it's usual smile. He met my eyes, and arched an eyebrow. I shook my head, smirked, arched an eyebrow back, and looked down. It had been our 'I'll tell you later' signal. I glanced back up and he nodded.

I turned back to Scorpius when he asked me a question. I answered, and conversed with everyone else. The thought circled in my head, the question plaguing my mind. How was it the look that Harry used to beg so long ago, was used by Scorpius now? And it wasn't just similar, it was exactly the same.

We were halfway through dinner when the doorbell rang. Hermione got up and went to answer it. Everyone watched as she left the room, and then returned to their conversations.

The conversations were interrupted again, "Harry, I believe you have papers for me to sign."

I glanced up at Ginny, Harry searched his person for the divorce papers.

The little red-headed girl who had been in the joke shop yelled happily, "Mum!"

Harry jumped, his expression looked slightly guilty, but that faded when the Weaslette spoke again. "Hello Lily. Harry, I have some papers for you to sign as well."

She handed him a small stack of papers, as he handed her a smaller stack. He took the stack and started reading though it.

"Custody papers?" He asked.

She nodded, "Yep, they grant full custody to you. I'm leaving the country tomorrow and 'they' won't be coming with me. It's in their best interest that they stay with you."

"You're leaving, Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"Should we know where you are going?" Harry asked, signing the papers.

"I will send you an owl when I get there. Here." She handed the papers to Harry, he signed once more and handed the custody papers back.

She took them, then acknowledged everyone else. "Happy Christmas everyone. Children, I do not know when I will be back, therefore I do not know when I will see you again. Farewell, and you will be happier with your father than you will be with me."

She left. I looked to James, Albus, and Lily; James and Albus looked satisfied, Lily was trying to hold back tears. Harry turned to his children and I saw a flicker of guilt cross his eyes when he saw the tears.

"Lily..." Harry started.

"Aw, Lil, come on. You don't need to cry. Mom didn't love us anyway, you know that don't you." James said.

Everyone looked at James in shock. Lily nodded, "I know. I'm glad she left, it was just so sudden. It was scary quick."

James nodded, "Sooo, your going to be okay?"

Lily smiled, "Yeah."

Albus smirked, "Good, 'cause we don't like cry-babies."

Lily stuck her tongue out at him and giggled. "You are such a meanie. And I'm not a cry-baby!"

Everyone chuckled at that. They went back to their conversations and dinner carried on.

I looked over to Harry. I mouthed 'are you okay', he nodded, then looked to his children again. He nodded towards them and shrugged. He was okay but he wasn't certain about his kids.

I nodded.

VHVHVHVHVHVH

I was sitting on a chair, Scorpius had gone into one of the bedrooms with the other children. They were probably playing a game or something. I noticed the clock on the mantle and saw how late it was, Scorpius was going to be cranky tomorrow.

I got up and stretched, Hermione looked to me. "You leaving?"

I nodded, "Yeah, if Scorpius doesn't get enough sleep, nobody is happy."

Ron chuckled, "Sounds like you, Malfoy."

I smirked, "Pshh, who do you think he gets it from!"

Everyone laughed. Harry stood as well. "I should take my children home as well, they probably will want to open the gifts I didn't bring."

Hermione nodded and turned back to her conversation with Mrs. Weasley. Harry followed me out of the room. It was quiet as we walked to the childrens' playroom.

"Dray? Why were you staring at me earlier? You looked as if you had seen a ghost." Harry said quietly.

I smiled slightly, "The look you had given Albus and Scorpius, is the exact same look Scorpius gives me when he's begging. The first time I saw it on his face I couldn't remember why it looked so familiar, but it made my heart melt. So, instead of turning away and not giving him what he wanted like I had wanted to do, I gave him what he wanted; since then I always have. It's the exact same look you used to give me when I was being stubborn about giving you an answer on your homework."

He smiled, my heart melted. He looked down the hall, no one was coming. He smirked and pushed me against the wall, and placed his hands on the wall behind me, blocking my escape.

"So that look is why you always gave in?" He said, huskily. I nodded. "I wonder if it still works on you. Kiss me, Draco?"

I shook my head, and hissed "Are you mental? You just got divorced and someone could walk into the hall at any second."

He nodded, then he tilted his head, looking up through his lashes and smiling shyly, he said, "Please, Draco?"

I melted. I should have known he would do this, it had been way too long. I leaned forward and caught his lips with mine, I thought back to the last real kiss we had shared. Third year, second to last day of the year, after dinner and it was at our usual spot in the library. It had been longer than this one. We broke apart.

I wanted to kiss him again and the look in his eyes suggested he wanted to do the same, but he pulled away from me and stepped back. He suddenly turned and started walking away, I reached out and caught his hand. He stopped, he continued looking away though.

"Draco, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have assumed you wanted that." He said quietly.

I reached over and placed my hand on his opposite cheek. Tilting his head so he was looking at me, I whispered, "When will you learn that I kissed back because I wanted to, besides I kissed you first." I kissed him again and pulled away first this time.

He smiled weakly and mumbled, "We should probably get our kids before we snog each other senseless."

I smirked, "We don't want to snog each other senseless?"

He returned the smirk. "Of course we do, just not in the hallway of my best friends' house."

I smiled and let him lead the way to find the children. They had fallen asleep to a movie. I didn't want to wake them.

"Maybe we can let them stay the night, if it's alright with Ron and Hermione?" I whispered, Harry nodded and I pulled the door shut again.

Harry and I walked back towards the living room. We stepped in and Harry spoke when Hermione looked up.

"They are all asleep, so Draco and I were wondering if they could just stay here and we get them in the morning?" He said, I had noticed Hermione arch an eyebrow when Harry had said my first name with no malice to it.

"Of course they can. They can stay as long as you need them too." Ron said, answering the question.

"Thank you. I will be here mid-morning tomorrow then to pick up Scorpius." I paused, "Thank you again for inviting Scorpius and I to have dinner with you, I had a wonderful time."

Hermione spoke up, "You're still leaving?"

I nodded, and Harry said. "I'm leaving as well, so I can walk you out. Bye everyone."

There was a chorus of farewells as we left the room again. We stopped in the entryway to don our winter apparel. He held the door open for me and I waited for him to step outside.

"Draco, can I ask you something?" He said as we started walking toward the apparition spot.

I glanced over to him, in the dark it was difficult to make out his features. "Sure, what's bothering you?"

"Sixth year." I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Would you care to terribly if I invited you back to my place?"

I considered it, we could talk at his place without freezing. We had arrived at the apparition spot. I shook my head, "I think we should go, before we get frostbite from just standing here."

He nodded and took my hand. I felt the familiar sensation of apparating. My stomach churned and I felt like I was spinning out of control. Then we suddenly stopped.

"I hate the feeling of side apparation," I muttered. Harry had heard me and nodded. He opened the door and we stepped inside. The place was older, it reminded me of my great-grandmother's place. Harry led me to the sitting room, and I saw the genealogy tree on the wall.

"Harry, why is my genealogy tree on your wall?" I asked.

Harry jumped and looked around the room, confused for a moment. "Oh, the house used to belong to my godfather, Sirius, your...um..." He looked at the genealogy tree. "Your second-cousin, I believe. When he died, I inherited everything of his, including this house."

Oh, that made sense. "Okay. So, now, what about sixth year was bothering you?" I asked, I was curious because that was the year things changed between us, maybe that was what was bothering him.

He gestured to the couch, I sat down with him and waited. He took a deep breath, avoiding my eyes, and asked, "Did you mean what you said?"

I gazed at him slightly confused. "Harry, sixth year was twenty years ago, I thought you might have brought up something general. I don't remember every specific thing I said." I said calmly, he nodded, I continued. "The fact that you remember something I said so long ago shows that you have a really good memory or what I said was important, or both."

He nodded again. "I only remember what you had said because it... Um... You... I..." He bit his lip nervously and shook his head as if trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. "Dray, we... we fought a lot sixth year."

I nodded, I knew what he was talking about. "No." I said, he looked up, puzzlement etched on his face. "You mean when I yelled at you in the library right?" He nodded, his eyes shined a bit, "I didn't mean it. I had a bit on my mind at that time. You didn't deserve to be yelled at, I'm sorry for that."

He smiled shyly, "So, you yelled at me and said it out of anger?"

I nodded, "Yeah, can you ever forgive me?"

"If you can forgive me." He said, that bewildered me.

"For what?" I said hesitantly. I subconsciously rubbed my chest, he saw this and stopped my hand, holding it to my chest. He looked pointedly at it. "Oh, I forgave you for that a long time ago." I said nonchalantly.

He arched an eyebrow. "How long ago is 'a long time ago'?"

I smirked at him, "The day I woke up in the hospital wing, and saw that I was still alive and would live to see you again."

He looked aghast, and mumbled, "Wow, that is a long time ago." His brow furrowed slightly, "When you say you forgave me then, why then?"

I blushed, I had loved him to long to hold any grudges against him. I looked away and whispered, "I forgave you then because I knew I couldn't hold a grudge against the one person I loved."

Our conversation was private, dug into the darkest secrets of our lives. We had lowered our tones to fit the privacy of the conversation so I jumped when he leaned away from me and said in a normal voice. "You loved me?"

I nodded, not looking up and definitely not looking into his emerald eyes. "Still do."

(Yeah, that's a cliffie for ya. Hahaha, I feel evil! Especially since I have only had Harry and Draco kiss four times, and Harry kissed Draco once on the cheek. For those of you who are wondering, Albus and Scorpius are never going to be friends like Harry and Draco in this one, they are forever going to be friends like Harry and Ron in this. Also, I hope nobody is too ooc and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. -Luvs Cassy)