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Chapter 11

The pair circled the makeshift pitch a couple times looking for the elusive Snitch. Harry made sure to keep an eye on Draco as he circled. He had no doubt in his ability to catch the Snitch before Draco, but he did have some doubts about his ability to spot it. Harry's eyes weren't what they used to be, even with his glasses.

"Like what you see, Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk, as the pair passed each other in the air.

"You wish, Malfoy. Just an old man not trusting his eyes, nothing more," Harry called back.

"Whatever you say, Potter," Draco responded, an odd look crossing his face. Harry couldn't quite interpret the look, but it almost seemed like a flash of disappointment. Probably just a trick of the light or Harry's eyes were getting worse than he thought. Because disappointment would imply that Draco wanted Harry to be checking him out, and that was just absurd. For one, that would mean that the other man was gay, and more puzzling still, would mean that he was attracted to Harry. Which was just ridiculous. Although, a small voice in the back of Harry's head piped up, weren't there whispers that Draco's sexuality was what led to his divorce from his wife? But even so, he would never be attracted to Harry. Objectively speaking, the other man was gorgeous with his pale, pointed features that he more than grew into and his chiseled physique. Even if he was interested in men, he wouldn't be interested in Harry. A commotion from the ground snapped the dark-haired man out of his thoughts, for which Harry was grateful. What the bloody hell had gotten into him? He was supposed to be playing Quidditch, not analyzing Draco Malfoy's sexuality.

Speaking of Quidditch, Harry realized that the commotion was caused by the fact that Draco was rapidly approaching the Snitch. Luckily for Harry, his reflexes were faster than his conscious mind. He had taken off after the other man without even realizing it, but as he approached, he had a sinking feeling that for the first time in their lives Draco Malfoy was going to beat Harry Potter to the Golden Snitch.

Approximately 2 seconds later, Harry was proven correct as Draco's hand closed around the Snitch, and he let out a whoop of joy. The two men landed in the midst of their cheering children. "Daaaad, how could you let him win?!"

"Well, it is Scorpius's birthday. I thought he'd like to see his dad win."

"Don't even start with me, Potter. I won fair and square. You were too busy daydreaming," Draco retorted.

Harry raised his hands in defeat. "You caught me. You're right; you won fair and square, and it only took you over 20 years to do it. Congrats, Draco," he replied with a chuckle, as he reached out his hand to shake the victor's.

Draco looked down at the other man's hand skeptically, before chuckling along with Harry and shaking his hand. Harry felt an odd sensation, almost like a shock run up his arm at the contact. He stared down at his hand, not wanting to fully contemplate what that could mean. He shook himself out of his thoughts quickly. "How about a rematch? Maybe the boys would like to join in."

And with that Harry, Draco, and their sons spent the rest of the afternoon playing variations of Quidditch until it was so dark they could no longer see the balls. "I think it might be time for dinner, what do you think boys?" Draco called out after they dropped the Quaffle for approximately the 10th time in a row.

Everyone murmured in agreement and landed. The boys put away the Quidditch supplies while Harry and Draco prepared dinner. "How about some of that firewhisky you offered earlier?" Harry asked as he set the table.

"Finally late enough in the day for you, huh Potter?" Draco responded with a smirk.

"I think getting my arse kicked in Quidditch by Draco Malfoy of all people warrants a drink of two."

Draco snorted in laughter. "I can drink to that!" And with that he poured two glasses of his finest firewhisky.

"Cheers to you, Malfoy. I guess you did age well after all."

"Ha ha," Draco responded dryly but clinked his glass with Harry's nonetheless, smiling at the other man. Harry smiled back and downed the entire glass. "Whoa there, Potter. Drowning your sorrows?"

Harry just smirked and poured himself another glass. He opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by the arrival of the boys and dinner was served.

After dinner and another hearty slice of cake each, Harry turned to his son. "You think it's about time we headed home?" he asked his son, voice tinged with regret.

"Aw, Dad, do we have to?" Albus whined.

Draco cleared his throat quietly. "You're both welcome to stay the night, but I

understand if you have to get home."

"Please, can I stay, Dad?" Albus asked, pouting.

"Please, Mr. Potter," Scorpius added.

"Well, alright. I guess that would be okay," Harry responded, ruffling his son's hair affectionately.

"Brillant! Thanks, Dad! Are you going to stay too?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't think your mum would appreciate that very much."

"Well, at least stay for one more drink," Draco suggested.

Harry hesitated. He was sure that Ginny wasn't going to be happy with him for being gone so long, and she definitely wouldn't appreciate him coming home drunk. But somehow, he couldn't quite bring himself to care. "Yeah, I guess I could stay for one more drink."

Draco smiled and began cleaning up the remnants of dinner as the boys headed back upstairs. Draco grabbed the bottle of firewhisky that they had been drinking and led Harry to the study. Harry flopped down on the sofa and held out his empty glass to Draco with a goofy smile on his face. "Another round, bartender."

Draco hid his amusement behind a cough. "Why, Mr. Potter, if I didn't know better I'd say you're drunk."

Harry laughed in response. "Why, Mr. Malfoy, I do believe I am. The bigger issue here is that you are not."

It was Draco's turn to laugh. "Well I think that is easily remedied. A Malfoy must always strive to please his guest." To illustrate this point, he quickly drained his glass before pouring each of them a large glass of the amber liquid.

The next hour passed similarly, the pair chatting amicably mixed with some good-natured teasing. By this point, Harry was undeniably very drunk and wanted nothing more than to take Draco up on his offer to spend the night. He knew if he did he would only regret it in the morning when he had to deal with his irate wife. Harry was about to tell Draco just that when the telltale sound of a Floo springing to life reached the study.

"Who the bloody hell could that be?" Draco mumbled to himself.

A moment later there was a yell from the front room. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, get your arse in here right this minute!"