Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not me.

Chapter 14

Draco woke up the next morning happier than he had been in a very long time. He smiled to himself as he replayed the events of last night. Nothing further than kissing happened, but Draco had to admit that Potter's kisses were addictive. After making out on the couch for awhile like a couple of horny teenagers, Draco had transfigured the couch into a larger one so that they could lay side by side and continue to talk. He tried to remember the end of the night but couldn't quite figure out how they had said goodbye. Had he really been that drunk that he had blacked out? It was at this point that Draco realized that he was still in the study. He sat bolt upright and looked around. There, on the cushion turned pillow next to him, was the raven rat's nest that was Harry Potter's hair. "Potter," he hissed urgently, nudging him forcefully.

Potter turned to look at Draco sleepily. "Seriously? You give me the best kiss of my life, and you still can't use my first name?" he asked with a chuckle.

Draco felt himself blush. "Best kiss of your life, huh?" he asked playfully, arching one eyebrow. And then he remembered why he had woken the other man up in the first place. "Potter- ugh- Harry, this is not the time! We fell asleep! You've inadvertently spent the night."

It was Harry's turn to sit upright. "Oh, fuck. Ginny's gonna murder me."

Draco felt his heart sink. Right, Ginny aka Potter's wife. Of course it was too good to be true. Draco reprimanded himself for even getting excited about what had happened. He knew Potter was married, and he knew they would never actually be together. He would just have to get used to living with the memory of a perfect kiss and recognizing that that's all it would ever be. "I should get going," Harry said, snapping Draco out of his thoughts.

Draco could hear the disappointment in the other man's voice, but he couldn't allow himself to acknowledge it. It would hurt too much if he thought there was a chance, no matter how small. "Yeah, we wouldn't want Scorpius to catch us," Draco replied, trying to keep his voice as even as possible. In reality, he felt like he could fall apart at any moment. What was it about Potter that turned him into a big baby?

"Right, well, I'll see you around, Draco," Harry responded with a small wave.

Draco nodded in response and led him to the front hall fireplace. "See you around," he whispered.

He turned to go up to his room to go back to bed so he wouldn't have to deal with his feelings right now when Potter stopped him. "Draco, wait. Can we talk about this? Not right now, but maybe tomorrow night? We could meet up at the Leaky Cauldron for a pint or 2?" Harry suggested, pleading him with his eyes.

Draco was frozen, weighing the possibilities. On the one hand, Draco really didn't want to be tortured by his feelings by spending time with the married man he was beginning to realize he had strong feelings for, but on the other hand, he really couldn't imagine not being able to go to the pub with the other man. They may not have been on friendly terms for long, but in that short time they had grown close. Draco realized that Harry was still staring at him, his eyes getting sadder by the second. "Sure. The Leaky Cauldron sounds good. How about 7 o'clock?" he answered with a small smile, enjoying the way that Potter's eyes lit up.

"Perfect. I can't wait," Harry responded. Just before he turned to go home, he gave Draco a quick kiss, cupping his cheek gently. "Tomorrow."

And with that, Harry stepped into the fireplace and was gone in a burst of flames. Draco brought his hand up to touch his cheek where Harry's hand had been just a moment earlier and smiled to himself. He was about to make his way to his bedroom when he saw his son standing halfway up the staircase, smirking at him. No one could ever say that Scorpius wasn't his son. "Busted!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Draco sighed and gave his son a stern look. Or at least he tried, but he was too giddy from his encounter with Harry to really be stern. He would have to speak to Potter about doing this to him. Malfoys are not supposed to be giddy. "It's not what you think," he defended. Scorpius simply raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Alright, alright. Please don't tell Albus. I have no idea what this means."

"But you're talking about it tomorrow," Scorpius responded, also sounding a little giddy. "But I won't say a word."

Draco glared at his son in gest. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to eavesdrop?"

Scorpius laughed gave his father innocent eyes. "I'm a child of divorce, what can I say? No one to teach me manners. My dad is too busy making out with his childhood rival all night long to guide me down the correct path."

Draco rolled his eyes and sent a throw pillow from the loveseat in the front hall flying at his son's face. "Ha. Ha. You are hilarious," Draco answered wryly.

Scorpius grinned at his father. "So when are you going to tell me all of the details?"

"Who are you and what have you done with my son? Aren't you supposed to be disgusted at any mention of your father's dating life?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Probably, but I can't help it. I'm happy for you, Dad. I know you've been lonely since mom left. If you're going to start dating again, my best friend's dad seems like a pretty good choice to me."

"Mr. Potter and I aren't dating."

"Yet," Scorpius said, beaming.

"Well at least one of us is confident," Draco responded with a chuckle.

"It may take awhile, but I think it'll happen. And when it does, I'll support you the whole way."

"Thanks, son. I appreciate that." He closed the gap between the two and gave Scorpius a hug. "What am I gonna do when you go back to school?"

"I'm sure Mr. Potter would have some ideas," Scorpius responded with a wicked giggle, breaking the embrace. He started up the stairs. "You're probably tired though, long night and all. You should take a nap, and then we can hang out." And with that he rounded the corner to avoid the rest of the pillows his father sent after him.

Draco woke up from a short nap feeling happy and refreshed. He was trying to keep his expectations in check, but it was difficult. The fact that Potter wanted to get together tomorrow was a good sign right? If he was just going to tell Draco that he was married, and they couldn't hang out anymore he would've just said it this morning, right? And Scorpius seemed pretty confident that things would work out, but what did he know? He was just a kid. Draco ran a hand through his hair and sighed. There was no use contemplating this now. He would find out soon enough how things would turn out. Instead, he was going to spend the last couple days of his son's holiday break with Scorpius, enjoying his company.

"Scorpius," he called down the hall where his son's bedroom was.

"In my room," Scorpius called back.

When Draco entered his son's room, he found Scorpius laying on his bed reading what appeared to be a textbook. "Doing some homework?"

Scorpius set down his book, pulling a face. "Yeah, I figured I should start since I only have a few more days."

"How about we go do something fun instead? We can call it a reward for being so responsible."

Scorpius smirked at this father, "Or you just don't want to sit around and daydream about Mr. Potter."

Draco just shook his head with a chuckle. "I will not dignify that with a response."

Scorpius smiled. "Sure, Dad, let's go do something fun."

And with that the pair went their separate ways to change before spending the day just enjoying each other's company. Draco really would miss his son when he had to go back to school, and he could only hope he would have someone to help fill the void.