Harry stirred awake when he felt warm sunlight shining on his eyelids. His hands fumbled blindly on the nightstand for his glasses, which he found and slipped on his now-open eyes.
"Nice to see you're finally awake," Draco teased, handing him a mug of coffee.
"Damn it, did I miss work?" Harry grumbled, taking the steaming mug.
"It's your day off, you fool. The kids are coming today."
Harry's face broke into a smile despite his grogginess. "Is Scorpius awake yet?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course he is. Making us eggs right now, actually."
"How is he good at everything?" Harry complained, sliding out of bed and running a hand through his hair as an attempt to tame it.
"I raised him," Draco boasted, opening the bedroom door for Harry as they made their way to the kitchen.
"Dad. Other dad," Scorpius greeted them, using their inside joke. Harry smirked and mussed up his hair, but it did nothing; Scorpius's hair was always perfect.
Draco sat down at the table and flipped open The Daily Prophet. "Let's see…. Oh."
"What is it?" Harry rushed to his husband and leaned over Draco's shoulder to read the headline. "Oh."
Auror Ginevra Weasley, ex-flame of Head Auror Harry Potter-Malfoy, was seen with Healer Luna Lovegood exiting The Three Broomsticks. Sources confirm that they 'certainly looked intimate'.
When Scorpius finished reading, he let out a short laugh. "Well, now we all have gay parents," he said, 'we all' meaning him and his half-siblings: James, Albus, and Lily.
Harry forced a laugh, trying not to let the headline get to him. Ginny's happy now…. Don't be jealous…. You two are happier as friends….
Ever since Ginny divorced from Harry, Harry always felt like he lost a big part of his heart. Even after he married Draco, even after he legally adopted Scorpius, even after he became Head Auror….At first he worried that he missed her romantically, that he wanted her back as his wife. But then he slowly realized that he missed her, but not in a romantic way. He missed her because she was one of Harry's best friends.
"Harry?" Draco asked carefully. "Are you all right?"
"Of course," Harry replied, coming out of his thoughts. "We should be happy for them, right? Ginny and I were never a good match anyway," he added, half-jokingly.
Scorpius kept quiet as he served his fathers their breakfast, glancing at Harry occasionally. Harry worried that perhaps he made Scorpius angry, talking about his ex-wife in front of his current husband, but when Draco left for his Unspeakable duties, Scorpius broke their silence.
"You miss her."
The coffee Harry had just been drinking threatened to spit right back out of his mouth. "What? Oh, um, Ginny was like a sister to me…. We were best friends…."
"I know you don't miss her as a wife." There was no bluntness in Scorpius's voice, he kept it impressively calm and approachable. "But you can't continue this. You've got to talk to her again, Dad."
Damn it, Scorpius was even more mature than Harry was. He was right; Harry hadn't spoken to Ginny since their split, breaking their silence seldomly to ask necessary questions like when Albus, James, and Lily would be coming over for the next week, or when Ron's birthday was. Harry didn't speak to her for one reason: shame. He was ashamed that he wasn't good enough for Ginny, that he was so bad of a husband that she felt like they had to split.
"I…. You're right," Harry admitted. "You're always right, Scorpius, just like your father."
Scorpius cracked a grin. "Aren't I? Now come on, let's get going. You've got to pick up Albus, James, and Lily in less than half an hour."
Harry smiled wearily at Scorpius; at his son. "All right. We'll go, and I'll talk to Ginny, and then we can all stop by Ron and Hermione's. Deal?"
"Deal." Scorpius shook Harry's outstretched hand, his silver eyes twinkling in that familiar triumphant way.
"Hi. Ginny," Harry greeted her awkwardly once their kids were waiting in Harry's Ministry-given car. He watched Ginny twirl around, because she had already started back toward her house, and narrow her brown eyes at Harry. The brown eyes she passed on to her and Harry's eldest son.
"Harry," she said coldly, but she couldn't hide the hurt and surprise from her voice.
"Ginny, um." Harry bit his lip; this was hard to say. "I'm really, really sorry, Ginny. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you lately. I'm sorry I was a shit husband. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you and Luna were spotted. I'm so sorry, Ginny-"
"Harry," Ginny said softly, rushing over and crushing Harry in her strong hugs. "Harry, Merlin's beard, it's okay. I understand."
Harry wiped his eyes quickly; he was never good at controlling his emotions. "I know you do. You always understand. That's why I love you."
Ginny pulled away and brushed her knuckles against Harry's chin in a playful way. "As friends. You've got your Malfoy and I've got…." She flushed, sentence trailing off.
"Luna Lovegood," Harry teased, his eyes still red from his narrow escape from tears. "Healer Luna Lovegood. I can picture it, you two falling in love while she patches up your Auror injuries at St. Mungo's-"
"Stoooop." Ginny shoved him, hard, and it felt like they were back in school. Ginny felt like Ron's little sister again, instead of his girlfriend. And, great Godric, it felt perfect.
Lily poked her redhead out of the window of Harry's car. "Scorpius says you're going to take us to Uncle Ron's!" she demanded Harry in her bossy way.
Harry held up his hands in surrender. "All right, all right, I'm coming, But, real quick," he added to Ginny, "would you want to come with us? To Ron and Hermione's?"
Ginny grinned. "A chance to make a fool out of my brother in front of his wife? Count me in. Let's see what your grandmotherly car can do."
As Harry protested, she cackled, actually cackled, and sprung into the driver's seat, leaving Harry to sit moping in the passenger's seat.
"How did it go with Ginny this morning?" Draco asked warily, just like he did every week when Harry went to pick up their kids. He sat on his side of the bed, with his knees up as if guarding his chest.
Harry let himself smile, wet hair falling into his eyes. "Great. I think we made up."
"Oh." Draco shifted on the bed, gluing his eyes back to his copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them. "Good. I'm happy for you."
Harry raised his eyebrows and hopped onto the bed in front of Draco, kneeling like a child. "Wait," Harry joked, "is my baby jealous?"
Draco rolled his eyes, but his cheeks turned pink. "I'm not your baby, Harry, I'm a grown man. And I'm not jealous."
Harry plucked Fantastic Beasts from Draco's fingers and tossed it across the room, not even bothering with marking the page. "Look at me." Harry cocked his head to the side and gazed at Draco.
Draco met his gaze defiantly, his chin jutting out with stubbornness. Harry reached out his hand and grasped Draco's chin gently.
"Draco, I love you. You're my husband, for Merlin's sake. Do you think I would have married you if I still had feelings for Ginny? Do you even think I still have feelings for Ginny?"
Draco's expression softened. "Say you love me again."
Harry laughed, moving his hand up to Draco's high cheekbones. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I can say it another hundred times, if you want."
"No thanks. Now it's just getting annoying," Draco snorted, his knees still bent.
Harry crawled forward and put his palms on Draco's kneecaps, leaning in so close he could smell Draco's shampoo. Despite sharing a shower, they both used different shampoos, because Draco couldn't survive with his hair smelling like "lumberjack manliness."
"Harry," Draco whispered, but Harry pressed his lips to Draco's. After a gentle kiss, Harry pulled away, grinning at the crazy blush on Draco's face. "Idiot, we have work tomorrow," Draco said, embarrassed.
Harry smirked before gnawing on Draco's jaw. "Afraid to show off your leftovers of Harry Potter to your Unspeakable colleagues?" Harry taunted.
"Just as afraid as you are of wearing my cologne," Draco purred, placing his hands in Harry's hair while Harry pushed down on Draco's knees so his legs straightened.
"Shut up and kiss me," Harry said without missing a beat, leaning forward and kissing Draco once again, ignoring the inconvenient fact that all four of his kids were within earshot.
"At least use a Muffling Charm, for Salazar's sake!" Albus complained from his room when Harry and Draco's bed began creaking.
"And get thicker walls!" James crowed.
"And use protection!" Scorpius hollered, and everyone but Lily laughed.
Harry rolled his eyes but ignored them, his mind focused on Draco Malfoy-Potter. And he knew that despite all of Draco's teasing, Draco's mind was stuck on Harry, because, after all, they were married. And being married to Draco Malfoy was the greatest thing Harry ever got to be.