A/N: I just wanted to talk a bit about COVID-19. I understand everyone is panicking, but that's not good. The best way to avoid getting sick is just simply washing your hands a bit more often, and being careful not to go around people with previous health issues. If you have lung, or immune system problems I'd recommend not spending time around other people as much, and being more careful. There are services for delivering food, but also deliver food to your elders. This wasn't made to be insensitive, but I do make some COVID-19 jokes In this. It kind of calms me down, by joking about it. I do recognize that it is a serious issue, but I also feel that if we are too panicky, this situation will gradually become worse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... also all of the direct quotes from the books are in bold!

Summary: It's 5 days till Harry's children return to hogwarts during 2020. Harry's children want to play match maker, and he's not entirely sure he likes it.

Tags: Keepin it PG-13, gayyyy af, Drarry, etc.

Chapter 2(Draco): Fancying Potter

Draco Malfoy awoke to his son screaming in his ear. He groaned, and mumbled something about privacy. Scorpius didn't stop though, so he was forced to wake up.

"What would warrant you waking me?" Draco glared at his son.

"Father! Mr. Potter said he could take me to get school supplies with Albus." Scorpius said grinning.

"And?" Draco asked, but then it registered. Was Potter trying to kidnap his son? Maybe, but why would he? "What exactly happened?"

"Albus sent me a message, and Mr. Potter is right now waiting for you to floo him!" Scorpius exclaimed.

Draco couldn't help but be suspicious, but he guessed it was fair. Draco had taken care of his son, and actually had taught him lessons. Maybe Potter would accidentally corrupt Scorpius, but Scorpius was already corrupted enough. He sighed, wishing he still had Astoria to help him with these decisions. But, she had fallen in love with someone else and decided not to keep the arranged marriage. He was still bitter she had left their son though.

"Okay then." Draco walked as slowly as he could to the fireplace, wanting Potter to have to wait.

When he reached the fireplace, Potter had an annoyed look on his face. Draco smirked.

"Malfoy? My son wanted to invite-" Potter started when Draco peered down into the fireplace.

"Fine, but I'm not leaving my son to get corrupted by your ways alone. I'm coming." Draco sneered.

"Oh, thanks so much! I was wondering how I'd be able to keep track of 8 kids." Potter sighed.

"8? I thought you only had 3!" Draco squealed-no, asked indifferently.

"Scorpius isn't the only child invited. Can't you just watch Albus and Scorpius, I know you don't want to babysit or anything." Potter gave Draco a pleading look.

"Fine." Draco sighed, but secretly he was glad. "Wait, so who exactly is coming?"

"Rose and Hugo Weasley, by the way Albus doesn't want you telling Scorpius that Rose is coming for some strange reason, Megan Crone, Alice junior Longbottom, my children, and your child." Harry responded.

Then a loud bang from the other side of the floo, and Draco could hear Albus' voice.

"Dad, you just left breakfast without answering our question!" Albus complained.

"Because, it's a personal question and I don't know the answer to it!" Potter called back.

"I'm gonna go…" Draco murmured.

"Just, please get Scorpius ready within an hour." Potter said, and then continued talking to his son.

Draco ended the floo call, wondering what that was about. Draco decided it didn't matter, if Potter didn't want his children asking personal questions he should've raised them right.

When Draco entered the kitchen, Scorpius was already eating some sort of muggle cereal. Draco realised it was the only thing to eat, and poured himself a bowl.

"So, Father… What'd you say?" Scorpius asked.

"I'm coming too." Draco replied flatly.

"Wait, so I'm allowed to go?" Scorpius was grinning now.

"Why not?" Draco asked.
"Well Albus was scared… he also told me… oh nevermind, anyways dad I have a question for you. Because, well I've been thinking…" Scorpius started.

Oh no. Draco wasn't an idiot, he knew that this probably was linked to whatever Potter was yelling at his children for. He stared at his son expectantly, and let a bit of suspicion break through his mask of emotions. His son knew not to ask strange questions, right?

"So, well… as you know I'm 14 now, and you said you'd tell me more about your divorce with mother when I got older…" Scorpius sighed.

Draco sighed in relief, those Potter children didn't corrupt Scorpius just yet. Draco decided that maybe his son was right, he needed to learn of this. It was of utmost importance. Draco didn't want to let all the pureblood ideas stay in his mind forever, and he wanted his son to understand the concept of acceptance.

"Yes. Well I... she fell in love with another man, as you know. And I realised, I like men." Draco replied a bit hesitantly.

Draco just realised he was closing his eyes, bracing his son's response. When he opened them, his son was… beaming. Draco knew this must've had something to do with Potter. It always did.

"Dad! That's awesome! Why did you wait till now to tell me? Oooh! Who do you like?" Scorpius was in Draco's face now, with a wide grin on his face.

Draco had to stop himself from blushing due to embarrassment. Yes, it was obviously Potter's fault.

"Have these Potter children been corrupting you?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Potter! That's it, Father! It's Mr. Potter, isn't it? You're always talking about him!" Scorpius exclaimed.

Draco couldn't believe it. It was blasphemies. How could his son actually be suggesting… But then it hit him, maybe his son had a point. Draco had always blamed his obsession with Potter on jealousy, except for that one time in his second year of Hogwarts…

A/N: All bolded bits after this are direct quotes from "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" By J.K. Rowling, again, I do not own Harry Potter. Just the weird ideas I've come up with!

Draco had been writing the love letter, initially as a joke. When he let the idea pass in his head, maybe he did actually like Potter. He shrugged it off, but knew he should just send the letter. If it didn't work, he would make it full of insults to the boy. It was pure genius, He would give it to the boy, and maybe if the weaslette was around, he could blame it on her. That was the moment he realised he had a crush on the Potter boy.

He grinned widely as he snuck the letter to the dwarf, it stared at him confused for a second before grinning back at him. Draco remembered smiling at all the valentine's day decorations. He went out in search of Potter, and found him. Potter was near a group of first years, and luckily, the Weaslette was included. The dwarf that he had talked to appeared, and Draco had to suppress a grin. Not only would Potter get embarrassed, this would help Draco realise he had no real reason to fancy Potter.

"Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!" Shouted the dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Potter.

Potter was blushing furiously, and Draco grinned even wider. Potter was obviously trying to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people's shins, and reached Potter before he'd gone two paces.

"I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person," He said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way.

Draco smiled, Potter was obviously embarrassed. Part of him hoped that he would recognise it as Draco. Maybe, just maybe, Potter fancied him. Draco yelled at himself internally for hoping so.

"Not here," Potter hissed, probably in an attempt to escape.

"Stay still!" Grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Potter's bag and pulling him back.

"Let me go!" Potter snarled, tugging.

Draco wished he could jump in and take back the prank. He knew he'd be discovered, and probably taunted for it at this point so there was nothing he could do. He did at least attempt to be interested and confused about the scene though. With a loud ripping noise, Potters bag split in two. Potters Books, wand, parchment, and quill spilled onto the floor and an ink bottle smashed over everything.

Potter scrambled around, trying to pick it all up, causing something of a holdup in the corridor. Draco chose that time to turn past the corner he was hiding behind to spy on Potter.

"What's going on here?" Draco drawled coldly. Potter started stuffing everything feverishly into his ripped bag, probably desperate to get away before Draco could hear his musical valentine.

"What's all this commotion?" Said the voice of the prefect Weasley.

Potter tried to make a run for it, but the dwarf seized him around the knees and brought him crashing to the floor.

"Right," he said, sitting on Potter's ankles. "Here is your singing valentine:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord

Pride had fluttered in Draco's chest as the letter was sang out. He laughed and noticed that Potter too was trying to laugh. Draco also noticed a book, it looked like a diary. What if he has written about his love for me in it? Draco had thought foolishly.

"Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago off to class, now," Came the voice of Percy Weasley behind him, shooing some of the younger students away. "And you, Malfoy -"

The Weasley had probably noticed Draco stooping over to snatch up the diary. Draco realised Crabbe and Goyle were near, so he showed it to them.

"Give that back" Said Potter quietly.

This forced Draco to suppress a smile. Potter was obviously insecure about it, maybe just maybe… Don't… A part of him warned.

"Wonder what Potter's written in this?" Said Draco. A hush fell over the onlookers. The Weaslette was staring from the diary to Potter, Looking terrified.

"Hand it over, Malfoy," Said the Prefect Weasley sternly.

"When I've had a look," said Draco, waving the diary tauntingly at Potter.

In fact Draco was curious. If he had found anything too interesting, he'd probably censor it out. Draco wasn't cruel. He was in love.

The older Weasley said " As a school prefect -" Draco glared at him, about ready to pocket the diary. Suddenly Potter shouted, "Expelliarmus!" and just as Snape had disarmed Lockhart, so Draco found the diary shooting out of his hand into the air. The younger Weasel, grinning broadly, caught it.

Draco was deeply disappointed. He decided to express this in anger.

"Harry!" Said Percy Weasley loudly. "No magic in the corridors. I'll have to report this, you know!"

Draco was furious, but he still could do one last thing. Just to make this a little bit better. He would crush the soul of the Weaslette by ruining her chances with Potter. If Draco knew anything about Potter, it was that he absolutely hated embarrassment. As the Weaslette passed him to enter her classroom, he yelled spitefully after her, "I don't think Potter liked your valentine much!"

Draco was satisfied by the fact that the Weaslette covered her face with her hands and ran into class.

Draco sighed at the memory. How dumb he was as a youth, but maybe his younger self had a point in liking Potter.

"Father?" Scorpius asked.

"Yes?" Draco asked.
"Do you… do you fancy Mr. Potter?" Scorpius repeated.

"I think… I think I might." Draco responded, then realized what he had just said.

His son shrieked happily, and Draco did his best to ignore it. When Draco looked back at his son, he was typing on the phone Draco had given him.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, you better not be telling anyone what I just said!" Draco hissed at his son.

"I'm not, I'm responding to a text message from Albus." Scorpius defended.

"Hand it over to me." Draco said and put his hand out, Scorpius put it in his hand. Draco scrolled through the messages.

Al: Honestly, it would be totally cool tho!
Scorpius: Fine, I'll ask him about it… did your dad say anything that gave you that idea?
Al: Not really it was Lily who came up with it, it would totally make sense tho.

Scorpius: We could be like… Brothers!

"What do you mean by brothers… Scorpius?" Draco asked.

"Okay, we may have come up with a plan…" Scorpius murmured.

"What kind of plan?"
"I want to help you get Mr. Potter. As soon as we realized the connection you guys have, we decided I needed to make you realize it… Mr. Potters are going to be harder though, he's really oblivious." Scorpius murmured.

"Tell me about it," Draco groaned.

And just like that, Draco was glad he had Scorpius. Then he found himself becoming nervous. Was this really the best idea? Potter really was oblivious.

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(review): hey thanks for your review, this isn't a one-shot(as seen by this next chapter) and i'm glad you think its funny. Its meant to be that way! ️