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WARNING: Um. A lot of angst and.. a lot of cuteness? Yeah, that's pretty much it. We failed at this chapter, figuring it was going to be different. xD But it wasn't. Stupid picnic.

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Harry paused just inside Scorpius's bedroom, smiling slowly. Miniature Draco was sprawled over his bed, the covers partially covering one leg and nothing else. Perry was half off the bed, held up by Scorpius's fingertips. He watched the little light-up snitch floating around the room and reached out, catching it easily. His weekly games with the Weasleys weren't going to waste.

Smiling, he cut off the little night light and made his way to the bed to poke at the little sleeping child. "Scorpius?"

The little child grumbled unintelligibly, rolling over away from Harry and dragged Perry over the side of the bed, clutching him to his chest. His hair was mused, his cheeks slightly red with sleep as his head sunk back against the pillows, his little lips parted as he breathed in.

Harry chuckled, poked at Scorpius's ribs. "Scorpius, time to wake up."

Scorpius groaned, eyes cracking open for the first time in hours as he curled up tighter around the bright white unicorn. "No." His eyes fluttered shut again, a small pout forming on his baby small lips.

"Aww. How come?" He stroked his fingers through the boy's hair, smiling. "There's so much stuff to do."

The little boy gave a small whimper, rolling over and tugging the Ballycastle Bats Quidditch team quilt up over his little blonde head.

Harry laughed, gathering the child up and lifting him into his lap. "If you don't wake up, your daddy'll be cross with me. You don't want to get me in trouble, do you?"

"Meanie." Scorpius grumbled from under the blankets, his tired silver eyes peaking out from the dark black quilt. His small hands grabbed onto Harry's that was warm around his waist, curling up tightly around the appendage. Draco smiled from the doorway, happy to be ignored for the next few moments, content to just watch his two favorite people.

Harry lowered his head, pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. "You don't want breakfast then? I'll bet it's apple-related. And you can't sleep all day."

Perry appeared from beneath the blankets, resting atop Scorpius's head. "Scorpius doesn't want to wake up. Scorpius thinks Scorpius should sleep in all day." The little unicorns head bobbed up and down as Scorpius's voice traveled from under the blankets.

"But Harry and Draco think Scorpius should wake up. We'll be so bored and lonely without him."

"And I think I'd like to bring my son to a picnic in the park with Harry and his godson." Draco spoke quietly from the doorway, pushing his shoulder off the doorjamb and walking into the room, dressed in a simple white button-down and a pair of dark-washed denim jeans, his feet bare.

Harry gave him an appreciative smile. "You hear that? You can't sleep the whole day. You'll miss the picnic."

His eyes appeared again from beneath Perry's leg. "Picnic?"

Draco smiled warmly, sitting down next to Harry, an arm going around the brunette's waist as he rubbed a hand slowly against Scorpius's back. "Yes, Scorp. Remember, Harry suggested it?" Draco felt a small nod against his hand.

The brunette leaned against Draco, smiling. "I've got to go and get Teddy pretty soon, actually. Maybe the pair of you can come with me."

Scorpius giggled, tugging the blanket down from around his head, his cheeks red with the heat that accumulated below the quilt. "Teddy! That's a funny name."

Draco raised an eyebrow, questioning eyes gazing at his child. Scorpius pouted in return, a small "What?" on his lips. "I think we'd both love to go," Draco smiled down at the other wizard, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips, laughing softly at the small 'eww' that escaped his child's lips.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips. "Stop at my flat first? I'd like to pack a few things, assuming Teddy and I are welcome to stay over for a few days."

Draco rolled his eyes, glancing down at Scorpius with a fond expression set against his aristocratic face. "Just inviting yourself over to my home now, Potter?" Scorpius clapped his hands, a babyish giggle flying past his lips.

The brunette brushed his lips over Draco's ear, ruffling Scorpius's hair. "Yes. Do you mind?"

The elder Malfoy hummed thoughtfully as he pulled Scorpius from Harry's lap and leaned the little boy against his chest, rubbing his lion covered back as Scorpius nuzzled against his father's shoulder, eyes drifting closed again. "I don't see why not. I think Scorpius might enjoy the company." The little answering nod against his shoulder had Draco's smile softening, placing a kiss against Scorpius's temple.

"Good. I think Teddy'll like it too." Harry buried his face in Scorpius's hair, breathing in the scent of child and smiling. "I'm going to let Andromeda know that you're coming with me. And then breakfast?"

Draco nodded, giving a small sigh as Scorpius reached out a little, Perry clutched hand towards Harry, asking to be carried by the shorter wizard. Draco smiled and pressing a kiss to Scorpius forehead, mind once again checking his temperature.

Grinning, Harry took the boy and stood. "What do you want for breakfast, Scorp?"

The little boy grumbled something involving apples and muffins as Harry walked him out of the room, Draco smiling warmly at the two from the bed before standing and fixing Scorpius's bed, smoothing the sheets back and going to grab his child some clothes, a small, sad smile on his face.

"I think we can handle that," Harry was saying, balancing the boy on his hip. He squatted down before the floo after grabbing a pinch of powder and chucking it in. "Tonks' Residence, front floo," he called and waited until a woman stuck her head out.

"Harry?" She studied him curiously, lifted a brow. "Where on earth are you calling from?"

"Ah... Your nephew's house." He could see her starting to draw away, so spoke quickly. "Andromeda, I've got his son with me now. His name's Scorpius and he'd really like to meet Teddy. So would Draco," he added quietly.

"I see," she murmured.

Harry shuffled Scorpius in front of him. "Say hi."

Scorpius peeked out from pressing his face against Harry's neck, his slate grey eyes glancing at the feminine face in the fire. "H-Hello." His tongue poked out from the gap in his teeth as he grinned, giving a small wave, Perry clutched tightly in his other hand.

She gazed at him, sighed after a moment. "Alright. I'll have Teddy ready to go by twelve. You can bring them." She gave a nod to the boy. "Hello, Scorpius."

"H-Hi Aunty 'dromeda." Scorpius smiled, his expression slightly wary at the person poking out of the fire. All the little blonde knew was that she knew that weirdly named boy they were meeting today and that daddy called her Aunty a lot.

A brow arched. "Smart lad. I'll see you later, then. And you, Harry."

"And Draco," he reminded her and there was a moment of silence.

"Yes," she finally said and disappeared.

"I don' like her." Scorpius pouted, huffing against Harry's as he wrapped his arms back tightly around Harry's neck.

"Aw, don't say that." Harry picked him up as he stood, rubbing his back gently. "She's actually really nice."

"Who doesn't my son like? And why?" Draco walked in to the room, clothes slung over his arm as he walked up towards the two who stood near the couch that Harry had slept on his first night with the Malfoy's.

"Andromeda. She was a little... unsure about later, but she agreed."

Draco nodded, combing his fingers through Scorpius's hair and pulling him from Harry's arms. "Don't worry Scorpius, Andromeda is just..." He paused, gazing at Harry as he tried to pull a word that would describe his... precarious situation with his Aunt. "Cautious," he supplied, adjusting Scorpius against his hip. "Now lets get you dressed as Harry tries to make you breakfast, yeah? Without burning down the kitchen, of course." He smirked at the other as he walked back towards Scorpius's bedroom with a slight saunter in his step.

"I know how to make breakfast!" Harry called, making his way to the kitchen with a smile.

Scorpius and Draco appeared a few minutes later, the little boy rushing in to the kitchen with bare feet padding against the floor, dressed in a plain blue shirt and a small pair of jeans, Perry's hoof grasped in his hand as he barrelled into Harry's leg, arms wrapping tightly around it as he fell to his bum with his stop. "'Arry!"

Harry looked down, laughing. "Scorpius," he greeted, plating muffins.

The little child jumped up and down, chanting quietly "muffin! muffin!" as Draco walked in and scooped him up, spinning him around with warm laughter before setting him on the counter. Grabbing a muffin he held it out to the little enthusiastic blonde who clapped his hands, making grabbing motions towards the pastry.

"Ah-ah. Not until you have your vitamins."

Harry laughed. "I already poured him a little cup of milk for them."

Draco glanced down at Harry, a small expression, a small emotion, flitting at the edge of his slate grey eyes. "Thanks... Harry." He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a small kiss before pulling away and carrying Scorpius to his chair, where a little red cup sat in front of him.

Watching them, Harry grinned. They were a beautiful pair, really. And they were his now. Harry rubbed a fist loosely over his chest, feeling his heart swell.

Scorpius gave a small coughing fit a few moments later, shocking Draco who was just about to sit down in one of the dark oak chairs that surrounded the table. He shot from the chair, kneeling next to Scorpius's seat and rubbing his back soothingly, moving the glass of milk closer. "Breathe Scorpius," he voice was calm as he patted the little child's back carefully, his coughing coming out in harsh gasps from his chest, his little hand clutched over his mouth as his eyes began to water with the harsh pulls of air from his lungs. A slightly harsher pat to his back had Scorpius's chest racked with one last violent cough before he took in a large gulp of air, the bright red color to his cheeks slowly draining away. "Shhh, Scorpius."

Draco grabbed from the small glass of milk, bringing it to the child's lips as allowing him to take a small few sips, pulled it away.

Harry had rushed over immediately and was beside them both, gently rubbing the boy's back. He turned wide eyes on Draco, his own heart thundering.

Draco pulled Scorpius from the chair, sitting down and placing the child in his lap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Take it easy, Scorpius," he rubbed fingers gently against the little boy's chest, sending a reassuring glance at the brunette.

Harry blew out a slow breath, lowering his brow to Draco's and carefully running his fingers through Scorpius's hair. "Vitamin go down the wrong pipe, Scorp?"

The little boy nodded, exhaling through his nose with a small pout. "Sorry daddy."

"Oh Scorp, Scorp." He pressed a kiss to his head, poking his little button nose. "It's okay, Scorpius."

"Happens to everyone," Harry assured him.

Scorpius blushed, ducking his head. "S-Sorry, pa-" he paused again, biting his lips. "'arry."

Draco smiled warmly, ignoring the fluttering in his chest at the slip of the tongue, patting Scorpius's stomach and grabbing the now-cool muffin that sat on the table, pulling away the wrapping and pulling a small piece, holding it up for the five-year old to munch on.

Harry brushed a fond kiss to Scorpius's temple, smiling. "Scorpius, you can call me anything you want. Okay?"

The little child blinked his wide, slate grey eyes, a wide smile practically bursting like the sun against his lips. "Really?" He was so excited, he seemed to have ignored the piece of apple muffin held in front of him, his eyes trained directly on the brunette.

Harry flitted an amused look Draco's way before turning his attention back to Scorpius. "Really."

The little boy jumped from Draco's lap and straight against Harry, clinging to his neck. "Yay! I can call you papa!" His laughter was a sound of complete thrill, his smile one of 1000 watts.

Laughing, Harry wrapped his arms around the child and gave him a squeeze. "Yes, you can."

Draco gave a small smile, popping the piece of muffin into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "And what? I don't get any consolation on this?" He patted Scorpius's hair with a chuckle. "You've only known him a week you little snake."

Less, Harry thought, and smiled. "So?"

Draco rolled his eyes, smirking down at the two sprawled out on his kitchen floor. "And what if I said no to this little "Papa & Daddy" charade?~"

"I'd call your bluff because I know you love me." Harry smiled down at Scorpius. "And I love both of you."

Scorpius and Draco both blushed, the colour blooming across their pale skinned cheeks. "We love you too, papa." Scorpius giggled, nuzzling against Harry's chest. Draco shook his head, chucking a small piece of the apple muffin at his son, heart warming at the fluttering laughter that boiled from between his son's lips.

Harry's smile softened, an almost overwhelming rush of warmth filling him at being called papa by the sweet child. He held Scorpius a little tighter, resting his cheek on the soft hair.

Draco leaned down, pressing a kiss to the soft blonde hair peeking from between Harry's arms before leaning up and meeting Harry's lips in a warm, reassuring kiss.

Harry lifted a hand to the back of Draco's neck, kneading it gently while he returned the kiss.

Draco moved their lips together slowly, pulling away a few moments later and smiling down at the two. "I think we have a picnic to get ready for, don't you?" Scorpius's cheers only affirmed his thoughts that maybe, for once, he was making the right choice.

"We have until noon." Harry got to his feet, depositing the boy into his chair. "I'm ready for a muffin. How about you, kiddo?"

Scorpius's cheers echoed through the kitchen, Draco chuckling as he stood, placing a kiss against Harry's temple. "Then I have time, I need to go and do some laundry for this messy little five-year old here."

"If you need any help, let me know." He nuzzled into Draco's neck, kissing it softly. "Otherwise, I'll just get him fed and keep him entertained for a little while."

Draco smirked, tilting his head to the side as Scorpius happily picked apart a muffin. "I have magic now, Potter. I don't think I'll need the help."

"Draco, love, I meant help." His eyes danced wickedly. "Chores are the ultimate anti-child ward."

He gave a small hum of pleasure. "No, I'm good." He turned on his heel, sauntering out of the room with a small smirk thrown over his shoulder and a little wink.

Ruddy tease. Harry's lips twitched with amusement as he went back to Scorpius, grabbing a muffin for himself.

Hours passed, twelve o'clock soon approaching. Ten thirty found Harry, Draco and Scorpius in the kitchen, making a small picnic basket, Scorpius's face had a small smudge against his cheek, his laughter bubbling over his lips as he gazed at Harry and Draco fondly.

Harry licked his thumb, rubbed it against the smudge of nutella. "You're eating more than helping," he teased.

Draco chuckled, flinging some flour from his fingers at Harry who answered with a reassuring laugh as Draco was in the process of making a few more apple muffins for his son. "Make sure he doesn't eat too much."

Scorpius giggled, a nutella covered finger popped in his mouth. "'Orry Papa, sorry Daddy." His smile gave away that he wasn't really sorry.

"Mini-git." Harry laughed, hiking him onto his hip. "After we get this done, we can head to my place. Alright?"

Scorpius pouted, poking Harry's cheek. "Meanie."

Draco laughed warmly, sliding his hands around Scorpius's stomach and dragging him away from Harry and spinning him around. "Both of you are cruel."

Chuckling, Harry packed up the sandwiches and a few more apples into the basket. He found it absolutely adorable that Draco owned an actual picnic basket.

Draco's reply was a raised eyebrow and a muttered "No commenting, you." Draco smiled down at Scorpius who was chatting animatedly in his arms.

Harry leaned against the counter and crossed his legs at the ankle, watching them with a fond smile. "You're both adorable."

Draco blinked up from whispering soft words to Scorpius, a smile fleeting smile on his lips. "Can say the same for you, Golden Boy."

"Silly papa," Scorpius giggled.

Harry grinned. "Nice to know I fit right in."

"You've always fit in, in a pit of snakes." Draco laughed warmly, getting a smudge of flour of Scorpius's nose with a smell peck of his lips.

Amused, Harry walked over and tapped his wand Scorpius lightly on the nose, cleaning his face. "You're both messy too."

Scorpius giggled, holding his arms out to Harry with a toothy grin. "Papa! Up!"

Draco let his ever-present smile push at his lips. His little guy was just adorable. Him and Harry really did make a cute pair, Draco thought absentmindedly as he turned back to the picnic basket to cast a few lasting charms on it.

Harry nuzzled the boy, smiling. "Love you, Scorp."

The boy answered with the same reply, eyes lighting up as he heard the hoot of an owl pecking at their living room window! "Owl! Owl! Daddy!"

Draco laughed warmly, shaking his head and patting Scorpius's hair as he walked past the two. "Yes, alright, alright, calm down Scorpius."

"Do you get owls pretty often?" Harry wondered, bouncing Scorpius gently.

Draco nodded, a small, grim expression flitting over his face. "Yes. I'll get it." He walked out of the kitchen, hands unknowingly wringing in his pockets. "You just... Make sure Scorpius is all fed..." Draco disappeared behind the bend of the kitchen archway, his thoughts swimming since he didn't seem to realize that he did not want Scorpius to be full. Who would be sending him an owl? Scorpius had no doctors appointments set up, and Hermione was more than welcome to Fire Call, and she knew it too. Perched on the window sill of the beach-style window to the left of the fireplace sat a tawny colored owl, a standard red strip of fabric wrapped securely around his neck to be recognized as a Wizarding Post owl. Draco nodded to reassure himself that everything was fine. Maybe he had a box at the Owl Post that he forgot to grab. He opened the window with a flick of a small latch, allowing the owl to hop over with a hoot and holding its leg out, he untied the small roll of parchment. The owl flew away without waiting for a response.

Harry settled Scorpius down. "Why don't you go play in your room? Pick out some things that you'll want to show Teddy when he gets here?" he suggested.

Scorpius nodded with a giggle, rushing off to go grab Perry who was placed back in his room when they had started baking muffins.

In the living room, Draco's heart fell to the pit of his stomach.

"I heard about your son."

The scrawl on the simple piece of yellowing parchment was nondescript, and the blonde couldn't place it to anyone he knew, or whom he had worked with in the past.

"I'm glad he's dying. It's Death Eater scum like you that ruined this life for us. You should of rotted away in Azkaban for your crimes against us and the Muggle families you harassed and killed. I was disgusted the day the papers printed that you- went- free. No one as vile and pathetic as you deserves to live."

Draco's fists clenched, the parchment crinkling in his hands.

"I hope he dies, and I hope you follow him. No one like you deserves the right to call yourself a wizard, and your son will get everything that was meant for you, just you wait. Neither of you deserve to live. Be glad that your wife dumped you flat on your face, I know we were. You never deserved all that money and the Manor. It should of be burned down immediately for having something so vile and TRAITOROUS living under it's roof."

The word was underlined violently, the ink on the paper still slightly wet. A few of the words smudged beneath it.

"The world will be a better place once your stupid, pathetic, vile little spawn dies and all of us are waiting with baited breath for when you follow him."

The elder Malfoy's breath hitched harshly in his throat.

"I hope you rot in hell with your vile, pathetic family. Everyone knows you deserve each other, all of you are just-"

The letter ended with a vicious scrawl, and something that looked like the tip of a quill having violently puncture the edge of the parchment, having been torn from a rather large roll. Draco's heart clenched violently, his knees shaking.

Harry walked over, tugged the parchment away and gathered Draco in a tight hug. "Draco?"

Draco grabbed the letter back from Harry's hand, clenching it in his fists as he tried, in vain, to wrangle some form of the old Malfoy mask back against his face. "I-It was nothing." He swallowed, trying to moisten his impossibly dry throat. "J-Just some n-news that some old Malfoy artifacts had been..." He rested back against Harry, only marginally, but it was enough to let the brunette know something wasn't right. "Destroyed..."

"Don't lie," Harry whispered. "I'm here for you, Draco. I love you."

Draco's head ducked down to meet his palm, his hand rubbing across his face almost viciously in an attempt to secure some form of composure over his emotions. "I-I love you too, Harry. But this is just..." he gave a muted sigh, anger, exhaustion, depression all leaking into the simple exhale of air. "This is just something that I need to... take care of..." Ignore. "By myself. You understand, don't you?" His eyes refused to meet those of questioning emerald.

"No," he said after a moment, cupping Draco's chin and tilting his head back. "If it's a threat or harassment, I can take care of it. I'm an auror, don't forget."

Draco paused for a moment, eyes clenching closed as the annoying stinging behind his eyes made itself known. "It's just..." he swallowed audibly, heart clenching and twisting like a bewitched broom in his chest. "It's just the u-usual threats... a-about being Death Eater s-scum..." he swallowed again, forcing himself to talk past the violent twist in his throat. "That's all."

Harry took the note from him again and performed a charm on it that would preserve prints and anything else that was on the page before folding it into careful pieces and managing to tuck it into his snug back pocket. "I'll take care of it," he promised. "Don't worry about it. Don't let those idiots ruin your day." He framed Draco's face carefully in his hands, gazing into his eyes. "I know you better than they do. And I love you, Draco Malfoy."

"You didn't even read it." His voice was a mere whisper, his eyes gazing out the windows at the vast, clear sky, his expression slipping into a haunted mask. "You don't even know the things they said."

"Why should what they say matter?" Harry hugged Draco close. "It doesn't matter what they think. You know you aren't Death Eater scum."

"They threatened Scorpius..." his voiced had not raised above a mere whisper. "They threatened Scorpius with death... and said that I deserved the same." A long moments pause hung in the air, tangible enough to be cut with a knife. "They said that we should both rot in hell." Draco wrung his hands together violently. "A-And that my parents would be waiting there for us."

"Neither of you deserve that," Harry murmured. "At all. And I very highly doubt that your parents do either. I kept them out of Azkaban for a reason." He fell silent, tried not to wince. He'd done that in secret, hadn't meant to let Draco know of it. "Anyway..." He shook his head. "You shouldn't pay any mind to things like that. It's wrong," he insisted, tangling his fingers in Draco's hair. "It's so wrong, love."

"How can you not be angry at this?" He pushed away from Harry's arm, turning, his fists clenched violently at his sides, his eyes burning with a withheld fire. "How can you not be infuriated? They threatened us with death! They threatened us! They wanted my son dead, Harry! Dead!" He flung a finger at the window, as if pointing to the person who had sent the letter, as if they were in the very same room. His voice was violent, like a lion's roar or a snake's predatory hiss. "Isn't this what we fought in that stupid war for? To end all this?"

He flung a hand at the letter that lie in Harry's back pocket. "Then why do I keep receiving death threats? Why doesn't the Ministry put an end to this?" He left out the fact, however begrudgingly, that they both, he and Scorpius, had received worse than death threats. Poisoned Howlers, enchanted items that were charmed to kill either he or his child, whoever opened the package first, poisoned letters that released toxic gas, or spray some form of acid when you opened them. It's why Draco refused to let Scorpius anywhere near an owl when one arrived hooting at their window. The blonde had already been privy to many nasty curses and hexes, and one nasty acid bath to the face. The healers didn't even treat them then, not even when a five year old boy, screaming and crying, had dragged Draco's deadened weight through the Floo (dear Merlin knows how the boy managed to reach the Floo powder atop the fireplace mantle) and into the St. Mungo's lobby. Draco had never been more grateful in that moment to have been an accomplished Potions expert when the Healers took one look at his revealed arm and shooed him away.

Harry grabbed his arm, spun him around and crushed him close. And let the fury he'd been tamping down finally show, boiling viciously in dark, hard eyes. "You think I'm not angry?" His voice was deliberately quiet, but didn't disguise the venom. "You don't think I want to find whoever wrote this fucking thing and tear him into the smallest pieces imaginable?"

He advanced a step, trapping Draco between the hard lines of his body and the equally unyielding wall. "I spent a lot of years shouting, Draco, a lot of years raging about things that were unfair. Now I can make differences because I know that shouting and rampaging only gets me so far. I'm going to take this through the right channels and this is going to stop. It's going to stop if you and Scorpius have to go under official auror protection. My auror protection." His eyes glittering dangerously. "Don't tell me I'm not angry about this."

Tears were quickly gathering at the edges of Draco's eyes, his anger waning as his saw the passionate look in Harry's eyes. He was right, of course he was right. Draco took a deep breath, eyes closing slowly as his body sagged against the strong one, the protective one pressed against his. "You're right..." he repeated. "I..." There was a pregnant pause, Draco's head thunking down against Harry's shoulder. "'m sorry." He muttered, "I just... I'm sick of this. I forgot... I should of told you about this..." His arms looped cautiously around the brunette's firm waist, hoping to quell the small amount of anger the brunette let slip through. "I shouldn't of gotten so angry, I normally just let it slide, as shocking as it might sound." His chuckle was muted, dull, his emotions drained as he leaned against the strong fortress that was Harry Potter.

"Draco," Harry whispered, tamping the anger back down. His fingers stroked over the slender man's cheek gently. "You've got every right to be angry. You've got every right to feel victimized. And I know that you're used to dealing with things on your own, but you don't have to anymore. You have me now, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Did I ever deserve you?" His head thudded against Harry's shoulder once, "Or did you get hit with some form of a twisted Cruciatus curse?" Twice. "And I don't feel victimized, Potter." His voice was muddled against the fabric pulled against Harry's shoulder. "Malfoy's never feel victimized. We just... sometimes play the wrong cards."

"The only thing you've ever really done to not deserve happiness was..." Harry sighed. "Things were complicated back then. I made bad choices, too. I didn't always trust who I should've trusted. It's not about whether or not you deserve me, you prat." He smiled warmly, nuzzled the blonde gently. "It's about whether or not I love you."

"You're such a prat," Draco spoke calmly, resting against the brunette's arms. "But I've come to realize that I have a thing for prats with devilish emerald eyes," he reached a hand up, head resting against a strong shoulder, to comb through tangled brown strands of hair. "And un-tamable brown locks."

"I think I fall under that category." Smiling, Harry nibbled softly on Draco's lips. "Lucky, lucky me."

"Shut up and kiss me, Potter."

With a rumbling laugh, Harry fitted his lips to the blonde's.

The blonde gave an appreciative moan, arms looping around Harry's waist as he pressed his lips firmly against the brunette's.

Harry's lips parted, his tongue silently requesting entrance, gliding over Draco's lips.

Draco's lips parted immediately, his body fitting perfectly against the shorter male's as his tongue slipped past parted lips, fingers carting through soft, tangled locks.

Harry placed a hand at the small of Draco's back, nudging him that much closer. His other hand lifted to the blonde's cheek, caressing gently as his tongue lapped at his lover's.

Draco gave a throaty moan as the press of hard muscle against his own sent shocks through his nerves, his hand lifting to gave his lover's against his cheeks.

"Papa? Daddy?"

Harry broke the kiss, sighing softly. Right. Right, they had Scorpius. "Just a second, Scorp." His voice lowered. "Better?"

Draco gave a nod, eyes hazy as he glanced at the Auror from under his lashes. "Everything's almost perfect," was his whispered reply as he pressed another light kiss to Harry's kiss-swollen lips and turned back to Scorpius with a small, fatherly smile. "Who's ready for a picnic?" Scorpius's answering cheers at the blonde man laughing and swooping to pick up his son, all problems forgotten for the time being.

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