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Chapter 21

Harry looked at his son in horror, the same shock that he felt reflected in Albus's face. "Dad, what is going on?" his son choked out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco grab Scorpius's arm and pull him towards the study, giving his son a look that Harry was very glad was not directed at him.

Harry had no idea how to even begin to explain this to his son. "Well-erm, the thing is…" he trailed off helplessly.

Albus narrowed his eyes slightly. "How long has this been going on?" he asked quietly, moving to sit on one of the stairs behind Harry.

Harry turned to face him and sat down on the floor in front of him. He let out a resigned sigh. "Only a few days." Albus continued to stare at him, his face disturbingly blank. "And there's nothing really going on."

Albus snorted in disbelief. "Really? Do you think I'm an idiot? I just saw you with your tongue down Mr. Malfoy's throat."

"That's only the second time we kissed, I swear. The first time was the day after Scorpius's birthday. I came back to talk about Astoria showing up, and then one thing led to another," Harry tried to explain, his voice betraying his desperation to have his son believe him. "I shouldn't have come here tonight." He dropped his head to stare at his hands.

"No you shouldn't have," Albus replied, his voice much gentler than Harry expected.

Harry lifted his head to look at his son. "I'm so sorry you had to see this, Al."

Albus nodded slowly. "You and mum are getting a divorce, aren't you?" he asked sadly.

Harry's heart broke a bit hearing the tone in his voice. "We haven't officially discussed it, but yeah, we are. Please don't say anything to your siblings or your mum. We have plans to talk about things after you lot go back to school, but there's just no fixing us anymore."

"And you would rather be with Mr. Malfoy." Albus sniffled quietly and wiped away a tear. "I won't say anything. I knew things were bad; I expected this. Somehow hearing you say it is harder than I thought it would be."

Harry moved to sit next to his son and put his arm around him. Albus immediately turned his head and buried it in his father's shoulder. "Me too, Al, me too." He said, a lump forming in his throat. "And if it helps, our divorce will have nothing to do with Draco. I had come to the conclusion that your mum and I weren't working before anything happened between Draco and I."

Albus sniffled again and nodded. He wiped away the rest of his tears and sat up straight. "Everything will be okay. And I must say, Dad, you have good taste in men."

Harry chuckled as he ruffled his son's hair. "So you're okay with all of this?"

Albus shrugged. "I wish you and mum didn't have to break up, but I can see that neither of you are happy. I really like Mr. Malfoy, though I would have preferred to never have the image of you two snogging in my brain. I think it may permanently be there now." Albus grimaced, presumably picturing the scene once again.

Harry laughed. "I apologize for scarring you for life."

Albus smirked mischievously. "You know, if I don't think about it too hard, I can almost imagine that I'm watching myself snog Mr. Malfoy. We look quite alike from the back, and that thought isn't such a bad one."

Harry gaped at his son, mouth opening and closing frantically. "I am going to pretend you never said that." Albus collapsed in a fit of giggles. "You just think you're so funny don't you?"

Albus nodded mutely. "I don't think I know," he responded with a wide grin. "But in all seriousness, Mr. Malfoy is a fit bloke. You know, for an old man."

Harry wasn't sure if he should be more scandalized that his son found his future boyfriend attractive or that his son indirectly called him old. "Hey! We are the same age, and we are not old!" Harry exclaimed, feeling a blush spread across his face "Also, is there something you'd like to tell me, Al?"

Albus rubbed his chin, pretending to be deep in thought, suddenly snapping his fingers excitedly. "You know what? I did. Dad, I'm gay. Now we can talk about boys together!" Albus responded with a happy clap.

Harry just shook his head. "You are ridiculous, but I love you."

"I love you too, Dad. Everything's going to be okay." He leaned his head back on his father's shoulder. Harry bent to give him a quick kiss on the top of his head, and when he raised it, his eyes met Draco's. Draco was standing at the entrance to the study, looking at Harry with a soft expression that made Harry melt. He gave him a small smile while trying to hide his faint blush before turning back to his son.

Meanwhile in the study….

"What the bloody hell were you thinking, bringing Albus here?" Draco hissed angrily, quickly casting a silencing spell around the room.

Scorpius's head was bowed in remorse. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I had no idea that Mr. Potter would be here, or I never would have brought him here. Please forgive me," he pleaded.

Draco sighed and softened slightly. "It's okay, there's no way you could've known."

"I honestly didn't think anything was going on. I thought if there was, you'd tell me," Scorpius responded softly, a slightly betrayed tone to his voice.

"Oh, Scor, there's nothing actually going on. We have plans to try something after his divorce, but that's it. I had no idea that he was going to come over here until I ran into him tonight. And then he asked to come over to get a midnight kiss and he brought all this stuff and then...I'm sorry. I'm rambling," Draco apologized with a blush.

"It's okay, Dad. That's what happens when you're in loooove." Draco rolled his eyes but felt his cheeks get even warmer. Scorpius giggled. "So tell me about all the stuff he brought."

Draco smiled at the memory and told his son all about Harry's midnight set up. When he finished Scorpius was watching him, his eyes twinkling. "Dad, that sounds amazing. I'm happy for you."

"So now, what were you and Albus up to?" Draco asked, with a pointed look at his son.

Scorpius had the decency to look sheepish. "Well, I really shouldn't tell you." Draco gave his son a stern look. "Okay, fine. Albus...well he had a bit of a rough time at the party so he ended up getting drunk. Then he didn't want to go home because his parents would be mad so I said he could stay here. We were going to send an owl to his parents as soon as we got here so they wouldn't worry, and I was going to leave a note for you. Guess we don't need to send that owl, huh?"

Draco chuckled. "Guess not. You're a good friend, Scor. Is everything okay with Albus?"

Scorpius nodded hesitantly. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I need to talk to someone about it. Albus has had a crush on the same...person... for ages so tonight he decided to make a move. It didn't go so well, which was kind of to be expected, but that wasn't the worst part. Everyone was just so cruel about it. I don't think they necessarily meant to be, but Albus is self-conscious. Everyone kept making jokes, and after every joke he just drank a little more. And then all of the sudden he was totally pissed."

Draco frowned slightly, replaying what his son had said in his head. "Scor, is Albus gay?" Scorpius noded. "And everyone was making fun of him for it?"

Scorpius sighed. "Like I said, I don't think they meant to be cruel, but they just kept making all these jokes about it. Albus still hasn't really come to terms with it fully. He's trying, but it's hard for him."

Draco nodded in sympathy. "Well then maybe bringing Albus here was the best thing that could have happened," he said thoughtfully.

Scorpius brightened up at this. "Maybe he'll talk to his dad about it, and everything will be okay. I hope so." A loud yawn escaped his mouth, muffling the last word.

"Me too, Scor," Draco responded, pulling his son into a hug. "It's late. Why don't you sleep on the couch here? I'll go check on the Potters."

Scorpius nodded in agreement. He laid down, and Draco conjured him a blanket. He then made his way to the door of the study to observe the Potters. Harry had his arm around Albus's shoulder and leaned down to kiss him on the head. Draco's heart twisted at the tenderness of the moment. When Harry's eye's met his across the room, giving him a small smile, eyes shining with happiness, Draco realized that maybe Astoria and Scorpius weren't too far off after all. Maybe he was falling in love with Harry Potter.