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WARNING: HEIR OF SLYTHERIN BEW- Oh. Wrong warning. WARNING. It gets kinda steamy in this chapter, if ya' know what I mean. ;D No seriously. They set the kitchen on fire. Potter is an idiot.
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Harry awoke early as he always did, yawning and stretching out. An irritated mrowl from the Malfoy cat reminded him though, that he was on a magically altered couch. He'd lengthened and cushioned the thing to accommodate his frame during the night and, awake now and depositing the annoyed cat on the floor, quickly set about returning it to its original state, the blankets he'd used folding themselves and the pillows popping back into the books they'd been transfigured from. He set those back on the shelves manually before padding into the kitchen, idly scratching his bare chest.
Quickly, the auror made his way through the kitchen, checking cabinets and drawers and committing the placements of things to memory while simultaneously locating everything he needed for apple pancakes. He generally made blueberry ones for himself on the rare day he had enough time to bother. A glance at the clock told him that it was nearly eight, which gave him plenty of time to get these started before he had to wake the boy up.
So after casting a wandless cleaning charm on himself, remembering what Draco had said about his son's immune system, Harry got to mixing ingredients together and chopping up the apples.
Before pouring the batter onto the griddle he found stowed away in one of the lower cabinets, Harry made his way down the hall and into the child's room. He was still asleep, curled up around his little stuffed unicorn, the covers only half covering him.
Harry walked in and sat beside the child, running his fingers through the soft, pale locks. "Scorpius? It's time to wake up."
The little boy rolled over with a small yawn, rubbing at his eyes with a small hand. "P-Papa?" His hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles and falling into his eyes as he clutched Perry to his chest with a small yawn.
Smiling, Harry shook his head. "It's me, Scorpius. Your daddy let me sleepover, and I made you some breakfast."
The little boy gave a small whine, crawling over the few inches to plop himself unceremoniously in Harry's lap with a small, tired cry of "apple pancakes!"
"Yes, apple pancakes." The auror laughed, cuddling the boy close and lightly tickling his ribs. "Are you awake yet?"
Scorpius gave a squeal of laughter, curling up on himself and clutching his stomach. "H-Harry!" Perry flew to the side of the bed as Scorpius looked up at Harry with wide silver eyes, brightened with laughter and a large smile of pearly white teeth.
Harry laughed, lowering his head to place a playful kiss on the tip of his tiny nose. "Let's go take your vitamins and then have some delicious pancakes, okay? Or I'll just have to tickle you some more," he threatened teasingly, fingers dancing over the child.
The little boy squealed, climbing down bottom first from the bed before running down the hallway after pushing the door open farther with two tiny hands. His giggles and his bright blue snitch onesie following him down the hallway.
Laughing, Harry followed, pausing at the door of Draco's bedroom. He nudged it open quietly, just to check on the other man and make sure he was still sleeping.
Scorpius peaked in behind Harry's leg, clutching the fabric of his pants between his fingers. "Daddy sleeping?" he stage whispered, the noise loud enough for Harry to hear.
Harry pressed a finger to his lips in the universal sign of silence before peering into the room. There was a huddled form near the head of the bed, the only sign of who it might be was the tuft of blonde hair spread over a pillow. There was a slight rise and fall of the sheets and Harry slowly closed the door again. "Fast asleep," he replied in a whisper.
Scorpius gave a quick nod, his mouth forming a small 'o' before he gave a little giggle and poked Harry's knee. "You're it!" He turned, rushing away towards the kitchen and the smell of apples, his arms held out in front of him as to protect himself.
Harry ran after him, catching him just at the doorway to the kitchen. Grinning, he scooped the child up and caught him up in a hug. "Gotcha!"
Scorpius giggled, hands clamping on to Harry's face as he squealed before wrapping around his neck and burrowing against his shoulder. "Ha-arry!" He wiggled his feet. "Food! Can I have pancakes?"
"Vitamins first and then pancakes."
The child pouted before giving a small nod and grumbling a small "chair please." There was a small booster chair at the end of a fairly large bright oak table, obviously put there so Scorpius could eat.
Harry settled him in, smiling. "Do you usually have your vitamins with milk?"
He gave a quick nod, running his hands through his hair to push it back with a huff. A gasp quickly left his lips, his little body wiggling viciously. "Perry! Perry! I forgot Perry!"
"Hang on, hang on." Harry went over to the counter to pick up his wand. "Accio Perry," he summoned and the little unicorn zipped into the room. He held him out to Scorpius, smiling. "There we go."
Scorpius giggled, his smile wide as he cuddle the unicorn to his chest. "Thank you Harry!"
He ruffled the boy's hair before going to the fridge to locate milk. "You're welcome. Did Perry enjoy the ride?"
The little boy leaned down, place Perry's muzzle next to his ear and listened intently before nodding vigorously. "Mmhm! He said it was fun!"
"Anytime he wants a ride, he can have one." Harry smiled, pouring a very small glass of milk for the child. He brought it over, along with the vitamins. "Now you take these while I finish up the pancakes."
Scorpius nodded, reaching a small hand into the plain red cup and pulling out a small chewy vitamin, placing it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully before reaching for another, then another, then another. He chewed the last one before reaching for the glass of milk and downing the small amount in a few gulps. "Harry! Done!" He did a little wiggle in his seat, placing Perry on the table and clapping his hands for his pancakes.
"Good job," Harry praised, setting a small plate of pancakes before him and whisking the two cups away. He bent over to place a kiss on the top of his head, unable to resist.
Scorpius giggled, hugging Harry tightly around the neck and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek before reaching down and, using his hands, tore off a piece of a pancake and plopped it in his mouth with the happiest hum he could manage.
Harry laughed. "Shouldn't you be using a fork, Scorpius?" He took the boy's hands in his own, let the cleaning spell wash over him.
Scorpius blushed, giving a quick nod of his head before making grabby hands at Harry with a small "fork please!"
He summoned the utensil, handed it over. "After you eat, we'll wake your daddy up, alright? I have a few things to do today."
Scorpius nodded quickly, practically devouring his pancakes with pleasure, only stopping to take a sip of the glass of water placed in front of him by the elder wizard or to "feed" Perry small pieces of the delicious pancakes. "All done!" He giggled, clapping his hands after a few minutes.
"All done and sticky." Harry laughed, setting aside his cuppa to clean the boy again. He couldn't resist pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Go and wake him up, alright? I'll start cleaning up."
Scorpius nodded as he was placed on the floor, his little snitch covered feet taking off with Perry dragging along behind him. Scorpius gently pushed open the door, head poking in before he shuffled to the bed. It took the short boy a few minutes but he eventually climbed on to the bed, grabbing on to the sheets to pull him up after gently placing Perry over the side of the bed with a small toss. He crawled over, plopping down near his daddy's head. With a small push to his shoulder, Scorpius giggled. "Daddy," he whispered loudly. "Daddy, wake up!" He tugged at the covers again, pulling them away from Draco's shoulder and exposing the skin to slightly colder air.
"E-Eh?" The elder Malfoy mumbled quietly, eyes cracking open, his vision blurry. "S-Scorpius?" His voice was raspy with sleep. "Is everything alright?"
The little blonde boy nodded and giggled. "Yes! Harry made me and Perry pancakes!" At the word pancakes Scorpius picked Perry up and flew him around, giggling as he himself landed on his father's back, Perry clutched tightly in his arms.
A sleepy smiled pulled at Draco's face, his eyes warming at the sight of his son. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close to his body and kissing his head. "Oh really? Did you thank Mr. Potter?"
"Mmhm!" The child hummed in agreement, peels of laughter quickly leaving his lips as Draco reached over and tickled Scorpius's tummy, the little boy wiggling around and laughing, the sound filling the room and making its way down the hall.
Harry smiled at the sound, finishing the dishes and making his way down, a cup of tea in hand. He paused in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. "'Morning, Draco."
Draco looked up from tickling his son, a small, warm smile making its way across his lips before he felt warmth spread against his cheeks. Merlin Potter looked practically delicious without a shirt on.
"Good morning, Po- Harry." He nodded once more before looking down at Scorpius and smiling, the little boy breathing heavier than he was when he walked in, his cheeks red with laughter.
Harry smiled at the boy as well. "There's still some batter left if you want anything. And I made tea." He gestured with his own cup and chose to ignore the fact that he had things to do today, content to just sit and watch the pair of blondes.
The blonde gave a small nod, laughing warmly as Scorpius climbed over his chest and plopped to the floor. "Can I help?" He smiled widely, clapping his hands as Draco pulled himself out of the bed, his chest oddly bare. He fell asleep with a shirt on last night but waking up a few hours later had quickly divulged him of that piece of fabric.
"If Harry says you can," he said quietly, the statement directed at the brunette.
The question was nearly lost on Harry, who was busily drinking in the sight of shirtless Draco Malfoy. He cleared his throat, a hint of pink touching his cheeks when he realized it and he grinned down at Scorpius. "Of course you can help."
The elder Malfoy smirked as he walked around the bed, pants slung low against his hips. He picked Scorpius up, pecking his forehead. "Let's go make me some pancakes, okay, Scorpius?" The little child cheered, clapping his hands animatedly.
Harry's heart fluttered in his chest as he wondered if Draco was going to remain very delightfully shirtless. Abruptly, he turned to go, the tea only remaining in the cup because of a non-spilling spell he was in the habit of employing anytime he had something to drink. "Right, then."
Draco gave a small chuckle as he followed behind the brunette as he made he way to the kitchen. "Did Scorp take his vitamins?"
"Yeah, every one of them. Didn't you, Scorpius?"
The child nodded happily as he was placed on Draco's hip, the elder Malfoy walking into the kitchen and looking around with a small smirk. "Well, Potter, it looks like you've managed to not destroy my kitchen."
"Amazingly enough, I have figured out how to pick up after myself," he replied, lips curving.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression haughty even as his eyes betrayed him. "Oh really? And how long did that take you? All through seventh year?" Scorpius looked on in confusion.
"No, actually. Hermione came to my house one day and completely chewed me out for the mess. She's bloody terrifying when she rants, I swear. I'm now a clean and orderly citizen."
Laughter slipped past his lips as he sat Scorpius on the counter. "Clean and orderly, Harry?" He reached over to the bowl of batter, the lights above catching against the pale skin of his chest revealing long and sinewy scars of a light silvery sheen, running across his chest as he pulled the bowl back towards him, smiling warmly as Scorpius reached a finger inside and swirled the batter around.
Harry reached out, touching the scars before he realized he'd lifted his hand. But he didn't drop it when he noticed, only lifting his gaze to meet the blonde's, a mute apology in his eyes.
"I've forgotten they were even there," he muttered softly, eyes following the path of Harry's hand to connect with his eyes, warm silver meeting apologetic emerald. "Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Potter." He grabbed the others hand, letting their touch linger for a few seconds before dropping the tan hand in order to pull the pancake bowl closer and help Scorpius pour a lopsided clump of batter on to the griddle.
"My pretty little head?" he repeated, smile wry.
He rolled his eyes, clonking Harry upside the head gently. "Whatever, Potter. I would drop that ego before Hermione hears." He smiled, muttering a soft encouragement to Scorpius as he helped Draco flip the oddly shaped pancake.
"Hermione's well-aware of my ego, Draco. She's helped perfect it." He ruffled Scorpius's hair, unable to resist it. The little boy was entirely too sweet.
The elder Malfoy chuckled, placing the pancake on a plate he grabbed from overhead and allowing Scorpius to drop it on the griddle. "Okay Scorpius, down we go." He grabbed the boy under his arms and placed him on the floor gently, ruffling his hair. "Thank you very much, Scorp."
The little boy giggled, running hands through his hair to flatten it down. "Welcome, daddy!"
Smiling, Harry fetched a mug out of another cabinet. "How do you usually have your tea?"
The blonde placed the plate on the counter. "Hey, Scorpius," the little boy looked up from playing with Perry on the floor. "Go play in your room, will you please?"
His response was a bright grin and an "okay, daddy!" as the little child teetered off to his room with Perry in tow.
"Two sugars, one creme."
"Ah." Harry prepared it quietly, the tension palpable in his mind as the shield of a child scampered out. Left alone with the object of his attraction, Harry wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself.
Draco accepted the mug with a small thanks, both hands coming to clasp at the warmth as he took a small sip, humming in acceptable pleasure. "Look Harry..." he spoke quietly after a few tense moments, Scorpius' chatter echoing from his bedroom. "I can't thank you enough, I really can't. What you're doing for Scorpius..." His voice dropped to a mere whisper, his heart thundering in his chest. "What you're doing for me." He swallowed past the lump in his throat, taking another small sip of tea. "I can never repay you for this."
Shite, was Harry's first thought, and then he just wanted to squirm. He couldn't bloody well act on his attraction, he realized. He was trying to help the pair of them and he was sure Draco would take it the wrong way if he made any... moves. He offered a smile. "I really don't want any repayment. I don't want him, or you, to hurt." Harry sighed, looking passed Draco, listening to Scorpius's muffled voice for a moment. "You're doing an amazing job with him. Truly. And it's really obvious how much you really love him. I can't... I can't just walk away from that."
A few more tense moments passed as Draco contemplated a few things in his head, sipping his tea periodically. After a moment of consideration he set his cup down on the counter behind him before closing the space between him and Harry, placing a hand gently on the others waist, fingering the fabric that rested against skin below that he had no doubt was taut with muscles and was tan as if kissed by the sun. "No really, Harry," he whispered quietly, throat running dry as his heart clamored in his chest. "Thank you."
"I..." Harry swallowed thickly, heart thudding almost painfully against his ribs. "I don't want you to want me out of gratitude. I want you to just... want me," he whispered.
"Who said I wanted you out of gratitude?" His whispered words were washing over Harry's lips, the simplest brushes of air as he stepped closer, their hips barely brushing.
"Just making sure," Harry replied, a hand lifting and pressing against the small of Draco's back, nudging him the slightest inch closer.
Draco allowed the push, breath hitching in his throat as he was pressed chest to chest with the younger wizard, their breath mingling as they met each others gaze. "Just kiss me and get it over with, Potter." His whispered words were soft, no hint of an accusing tone as his other hand came up to finger the fabric of Harry's shirt, resting his palm against his hip.
He tilted his head slightly, trailed the tip of his tongue teasingly over Draco's lips and shivered. "I did tell you to call me Harry, didn't I?"
He swallowed, trying to talk past the lump in his throat, and he whispered softly. "O-Oh just shut it, Harry." He leaned forward the rest of the way, a shiver running up his spine as he pressed their lips together, practically melting into the simple touch.
Harry sighed into the kiss, backing Draco up until he was against the counter and then used the entrapment to press more firmly against the Slytherin, a hand sliding up and into his soft, disheveled hair.
The blonde let out a small gasp, pressing firmly back against the Gryffindor and lifting his arms to lock around Harry's neck, heart pounding almost violently in his chest as he kissed back, moving their lips together.
Harry swept his tongue over Draco's lips again, not so teasingly this time, but demanding entrance.
The blonde's lips parted eagerly, one hand coming up to push through Harry's hair, tangling his fingers in unkempt brown locks.
On a moan, Harry managed to press closer as his tongue stole inside, sliding over Draco's with abandon. He had the ridiculous thought of tasting hot and tawdry sunshine before all thoughts skittered away.
He moaned as his tongue met Harry's, his thoughts racing with the knowledge that he was finally kissing the man that saved his son- saved him. His hands drifted down, his fingers dancing beneath the hem of Harry's shirt to run across the warm skin beneath.
Harry made encouraging sounds, reveling in the touch of this gorgeous, gorgeous man. The hand not tangled in his hair began to explore every inch of Draco's back, fingers pressing, stroking, caressing.
Draco pulled Harry's bottom lip between his teeth, hands wandering and caressing the supple skin beneath his shirt. His heart thundered in his chest, his thoughts running rampant in his brain. After all the years of wondering, the passing thoughts and the long glances, this is what it was finally like to kiss Harry bloody Potter. A soft moan escaped his lips. Merlin he could get used to it.
Harry slipped a leg between Draco's, thigh pressing into his groin, hands dropping to his waist to somehow try and get him closer.
"Fuck- Harry!" Draco moaned, pressing into the touch as he leaned down, nipping and sucking at the smooth skin of Harry's neck, hands moving further up his chest as his nails scraped against the sun-kissed skin.
Harry let go of Draco's waist only long enough to drag his own shirt off. Pressing against Draco with that barrier removed had a moan escaping because, fuck, he had nice skin. Smooth and soft and warm. Harry dropped his mouth to Draco's and bit, sucking at the raised skin to mark him.
Draco gasped, a soft string of moans leaving his lips as he ground his hips against the others, hands and lips greedily tracing every inch of skin he could reach as Harry did whatever the fuck it was he was doing, but Merlin it felt wonderful.
"Does that make him my daddy now?" ...Draco froze.
Harry did as well, but couldn't stop the hot pants against Draco's shoulder. "Shite," he whispered.
Draco took a few moments to catch his breath before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Harry's shoulder and gently pushed the other off him. "Scorpius-"
The little blonde boy stood innocently at the entrance to the kitchen, silvery eyes wide with wonderment and confusion as he took in his daddy's current state. "Or should I call him papa?" Draco wanted to smack himself in the forehead.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, looking from Draco to his son. His body was still very much on overdrive and his mind was still struggling to click things together. "Ah... I'll let you take this," he murmured, smiling ruefully.
Draco rolled his eyes, sending a small glare over his shoulder that just screamed a sarcastic "Thanks, see if I let you continue to snog me against my kitchen counter." Draco approached the little boy wearily, kneeling down in front of him and running a hand through his own blonde locks.
"Scorpius, you see-"
"Because I'd like Harry to be my daddy," the child barreled on, eyes wide and innocent as he gazed at his father, Perry clutched tightly between his thin fingers.
Okay, Harry couldn't just let Draco take that on his own. With one little statement, the boy had completely snatched Harry's heart away and was holding it as tightly as he was his unicorn. Harry walked over, squatting down and dragging Scorpius against him. "It's not that easy," Harry murmured.
"Why not?" Scorpius questioned, arms wrapping almost near-perfect around Harry's neck. "You love daddy, and my daddy loves you-" He looked to Draco for any disagreement. To say Draco was shocked at his own son's words would of been an understatement.
Scorpius continued. "So that means you can be my new papa, right? You make daddy happy, and daddy makes you smile! So you're my new papa." His grin was wide and toothy, his expression one of wonderment at - what he thought was - his wonderful, logical reasoning.
Oh, Godric, how was he supposed to explain this and not crush the boy? "It takes... time," he finally decided. "Making each other happy is only part of it. But there are lots of things to do before I would be able to be your papa and those things take a lot of time. Don't they, Draco?"
Coughing to clear his throat, Draco nodded. "Yes Scorpius, H-Harry's right." He reached over, rubbing a hand over his son's back soothingly. "But you are right, Harry does make me happy. So maybe he'll be your papa soon." The blush that was evident on Draco's cheeks told that he wouldn't mind the fact of Harry being a father to Scorpius.
Harry's own blush had pinkened his cheeks, so he buried his face in Scorpius's hair to hide it. "You are an amazing little boy," he whispered, holding him close.
Scorpius giggled softly, curling up in Harry's arms. "Thank you."
"And modest," Draco smiled warmly, rolling his eyes. "As well as a little sneak!" He reached over, tickling Scorpius wildly.
Harry laughed, keeping a hold of the child as he wriggled and squealed. He turned a wide smile on Draco and found himself not minding the idea of becoming Scorpius's papa in the slightest.
Draco smiled, leaning forward over the wiggling child to kiss Harry warmly, enjoying entertaining the idea in his head of making this a normality. Scorpius wiggled, giggling warmly and snuggling in Harry's lap. "Daddy, can we go to the park?"
"You can't go if you're not dressed," Harry pointed out. "Why don't you and Perry go pick something out while your daddy and I talk about really boring adult stuff?"
Scorpius stuck his little pink tongue out in obvious disgust before grabbing Perry with a hurried whisper of "Run Perry, run!" and he zoomed out of the kitchen with sound effects pouring from his lips as he hefted Perry high into the air.
"Careful!" Draco called, laughing softly.
When he was out of sight, and with the smile still curving his lips, Harry slid a hand into Draco's hair and pressed him close again for a light, brief kiss. "I have things I need to get done, actually, if you want to take Scorpius to the park. I can be back later." He brushed his thumb over the blonde's bottom lip. "If you want me, anyway."
He gave a small chuckle, nipping at Harry's thumb gently. "No, I don't want you. Get out right now, you blubbering buffoon." His expression was serious, a few pregnant seconds passing before he broke out in peals of laughter, clutching at his stomach as he leaned against Harry's shoulder. "O-Of course I'd love to have you, Harry." He smiled warmly after a few moments of laughter, leaning forward to kiss him softly. "If you'll have me that is."
"Irritating git." But he was smiling as he drew the other man closer. He rested his brow on Draco's, the smile fading into a sincere expression. "I'm getting your wand back today."
His gaze rested on Harry's face for a few moments before his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He shook his head, rubbing at his eyes viciously. "W-Why-? I mean- You don't-" He chuckled lowly, shaking his head as if to make himself believe something. "I'm going to owe you a lot of thanks after this, aren't I?"
"You don't owe me anything, Draco. All I want is for that happy little kid to stay that way." His smile was soft. "And for his gorgeous father to be able to be who he is without the damn Ministry getting in the way."
A blush spread slowly across Draco's cheeks. He coughed awkwardly into his palm as he stood, grabbing Harry's shirt off the counter and flinging it to him, avoiding his gaze and keeping his hands at his side. "W-Well... yes. Okay. Very good, Potter. I-" His shoulders slumped, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he drop the facade and marched up to Potter- to Harry and kissed him firmly on the lips. "Just hurry back and be careful, you stupid Gryffindor. You have a little boy who would be crushed to see his new hopeful candidate for the position of 'daddy' not come back in one piece."
With a laugh, Harry pulled on his shirt. His name still carried a lot of weight when he needed it to, particularly since he so rarely used it. He grinned at Draco. "I know how things work there. I work there," he reminded him. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
The elder Malfoy smiled warmly, leaning back against the counter with one foot resting up against the boards, his arms crossing over his pale, bare chest as he smiled at the Boy-Who-Lived. "Yeah, yeah. Go throw your name around and have fun. Just come back." It wasn't a question.
"I will." And, because he couldn't resist, Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around the blonde, dragging him close and pressing their lips together a final time.
Draco kissed back just as warmly, goosebumps rising on his arms at the cold contact of Harry's hands. He pulled away after a few, long moments. "Okay you- go on, shoo. You're not wanted here anymore! Go on!" Draco's grin betrayed him.
"Bye, dadd- I mean Harry! Bye-bye!" Scorpius called from the entrance to his bedroom, waving Perry around frantically.
Harry leaned back, beaming. "I'll be back later." He walked out of the kitchen, waved at the boy. "I'll see you later, Scorpius."
"Bye-bye, Harry!"
"Goodbye, Harry."
And with the Floo flaring behind him, taking the final grin he tossed over his shoulder, Harry was gone.
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