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WARNING: Smut. Again. And a bite fetish. :/ Damn werewolf movies.

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"I'll go first." Harry lifted the picnic basket, smiling. "I've got to loosen the wards and let Kreacher know you're coming. He gets irritable when I bring over strangers. It's Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place." And then, after a quick kiss for Draco, he tossed a pinch of Floo Powder in and repeated the address before stepping in.

A few minutes later, his face appeared in the flames. "Alright, c'mon through." And he was gone again.

Draco kneeled down, adjusting Scorpius's jumper before giving a small kiss to his forehead. "Ok, Scorpius. You're going to go on through first, and I'll be right behind you, ok?" He patiently helped Scorpius to step into the fireplace before grabbing a pinch of Floo Powder, giving a reassuring kiss to the little trembling child's forehead, he tossed it in. "Number Twelve, Grimmuald Place!" And Scorpius disappeared.

Draco followed a few moments later.

The house elf that greeted them seemed older than time, had his lips thinned into a disapproving line, and had white ear hair that stuck out longer than the length of his nose. "Master Harry says to welcome Masters Draco and Scorpius while he answers a letter."

"Hello Kreacher," Draco greeted fondly, kneeling down to eye-level with the ancient house-elf. "My mother spoke fondly of you, it is a pleasure to finally be able to greet you in person." He held out a hand, his animosity towards the creatures having long since disappeared after the... things he had to partake in during the war. A shudder ripped through his body at the gruesome memories of cellar walls and blood-curdling screams.

Kreacher stared at the proffered hand, rather baffled. "Miss Cissy?" he said quietly.

Draco gave a small chuckle, "Yes Kreacher." He motioned Scorpius forward with his other hand. "Scorpius, this is Kreacher. He is a house elf here, where Harry lives." He explained, amused at the child's wide as and baffled expression. Scorpius had never really been privy to house-elves before now. "He was here when Grandma Cissy was young." The little child paused, information being evaluated in his little silver gaze before he gave a squeal of laughter and rushed forward, enveloping the house-elf in a startling hug.

Kreacher went tense, eyes going wide and baffled. This was not how pure-blooded wizards behaved and Master Potter had assured him that these were pure-blooded wizards. "Kreacher insists that Master Scorpius and Master Draco sit down in the parlor."

Scorpius giggled, moving away and tugging at Draco's pant leg as he stood. "Scorpius will follow you, but if you could direct me to where Master Harry is?" Draco bit his lip, thinking that he was never going to let the lion live that title down, no matter how formal and almost normal sounding it did against his ears. It was just too much.

"Master Harry is upstairs in his bedroom. It is the door that says Sirius Black." His lip curled a little at that name; Master Sirius had been most peculiar and not good at all. He bowed low to Scorpius. "Kreacher will take you to the parlor."

Scorpius giggled his little head, nodding and taking the proffered hand, skipping alongside the precarious house-elf as Draco walked slowly through Grimmuald Place. It was much more different than its Order days, he recalled from the descriptions his godfather Severus Snape had given. The walls were much cleaner, the portrait of Mrs. Black long having been destroyed and the home actually smelled clean unlike the musk that Severus had once described. Climbing the stairs quickly, ignoring the lingering eyes of the portraits, Draco quickly found the door marked 'Sirius' and gave it a quick knock. "Harry?"

The door swung open and, sitting at a desk sans shirt, Harry beckoned him in, setting aside his wand. He was sucking on the end of a quill, gazing down at a sheet of parchment with his brows furrowed.

"We've been gone a partial of five minutes and you're already shirtless? Am I just lucky today, Potter?" Draco grumbled, rolling his slate grey eyes and shutting the door with a firm click, sauntering over towards the brunette and sliding his arms around deliciously broad shoulders, he pressed a kiss against Harry's temple. "What's got you so befuddled, love?" He spoke quietly, softly.

Smiling, Harry tilted his head and kissed him. "Shacklebolt wants to cut my mandatory two weeks short. I told him he would, but he never listens. And for the first time since I started the job, I don't want to go back. So I'm trying to figure out how to say that."

He hummed, pleased, into the kiss, carting a few fingers through Harry's disheveled hair. "Well just play the I-Am-The-Golden-Boy-Saviour-Of-Us-All card. That should get you somewhere." He muttered quietly, inwardly pleased that in barely a few days time, he could get Harry to refuse to go back to the job that, before they met, seemed to have been his life. Now his life revolves around a rowdy five-year with a deathly disease. Joyous. "Or just outright say you don't want to go back. I'm sure he'll understand."

"I never play the Golden Boy card with Shacklebolt. He knows it's bollocks." He sighed pleasantly as Draco's shirt fell apart. "I'll just send him a picture of you just like this. He'll let me off, no explanation necessary."

Draco rolled his eyes, turning Harry's chair around with a small squeak against the floor and raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Just going to go hording me off to all your colleagues now are you?"

"I see your point. If anyone else got to see this, I may end up with some competition." He leaned back in the chair, legs hooking around Draco's waist in a quick, smooth motion. "We can't have that."

Draco fell forward, hands grasping onto the chair-back as his face came within a few inches of the brunette's. "Claiming me as your own, are you now Potter?" Draco whispered, the sound deathly quiet in the already quiet household, his heart thundering loudly in his chest.

Harry lifted a brow, smiling slowly. "You are all mine, Draco Malfoy."

Draco licked at his lips, gaze hooded as he tilted his head to the side, exposing a length of pale, creamy skin. "Then mark me as yours, Potter." He purred, the sound rolling off his lips.

Harry smiled and slid a hand into Draco's hair. He licked along the curve of the blonde's neck, tongue moving almost teasingly before his teeth viciously sank in.

The blonde gave a heady moan, lurching forward at the sharp pain against his neck, another long, torturous groan escaping his lips as he felt blood trickle down. "H-Harry..."

Harry lifted his head, panting slightly. He hadn't meant to bite quite so hard, but he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. He bit again, a little lighter this time, and lapped at the bleeding marks, suckling at the raised skin. He was never going to let this hickey heal.

Draco groaned, knees fitting intimately between Harry's thighs and the sides of the chair as he pressed himself flush against the brunette, head tilted completely to the side, heart pounding and stomach twisting. "Merlin..." he moaned.

"I can't wait for later," he breathed. "Kreacher'll keep Scorpius busy. Just let me have you." He spoke against Draco's throat, lips moving over the bruising mark. His fingers slid down the silken chest and tugged at the button of his jeans.

"Godric, yes Harry." He panted, chest heaving as he rolled his hips fervently against Harry's, moaning his name softly. "B-But..." he took in a few deep breaths, fingers fiddling and tugging at the nape of Harry's neck, at his hair. "We have Teddy," he moaned, head falling against the brunette's shoulder at another vicious bite. "And," he licked his lips, groaning, eyes fluttering shut, as he pressed his erection harsher against Harry's hips. "I don't think Andromeda," another roll of his hips, another tug at Harry's hair, "would be too happy for us to keep them... waiting."

"Then come quickly," Harry suggested, dropping his legs from around Draco's waist and vaulting up, the momentum taking them both to the bed. Teeth latching onto the blonde's shoulder, Harry divested them both of their remaining clothes. A muttered spell slickened his fingers and he slid two in without preamble.

Draco arched violently against the bed, chest heaving, tears coming to his eyes as the heat coursing through his body almost became too much. "O-oh, fuck!" He hands latched into Harry's hair, tugging violently and smashing their lips together as his hips barrelled down against Harry's fingers. "Fuck, Harry- Yes!" He moaned against their lips, head dropping back to reveal creamy white skin plagued by blooming marks of purple and red.

Harry licked at the marks, soon adding a third finger to stretch him wide. "Merlin, Draco. Sweet Merlin." He used the charm on Draco twice to oil him up and lifted his hips before burying himself to the hilt.

Draco arched his back as he was stretched wide, and filled- so beautifully filled as his arms clung around Harry's neck, his hips moving instantly, snapping up against the brunette's. "Godric Harry-" he leaned his head back against the pillows, moaning at the heat, the aching throb of his erection. "Fuck!"

Harry bit into Draco's shoulder, trying to give himself a moment to steady. Merlin, he was still so tight. His hands gripped the blonde's hips. "I love you."

Draco whimpered, chest heaving as his teeth bit down against Harry's shoulder, sweat trickling against his neck as heat bloomed again, racing through his body. His nails dragged down, raising red marks in their wake as his fingers dug into Harry's arse, jerking him deeper inside his own body. "I-I love you too, Harry." He moaned, pulling the others earlobe with his teeth. "Now fuck me."

"Shite," he breathed and reared back, slamming in roughly. He kept the pace up as Draco's body arched beneath his own, using his grip on the blonde's hip to drag him against him with each inward thrust.

Draco felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, his stomach curling as his hands clenched against Harry's round, firm arse as he pounded in against the blonde. "Yes Harry," he groaned. "Salazar yes!" His head fell back against the pillows, his muscles clenching down like a vice around Harry's shaft as Draco took his own erection in hand and gave it a few, jerky pumps with a sweat slicked palm. "Yes Harry- yes!"

Harry bit into the first mark he'd made and groaned as Draco's orgasm dragged out his own, the tight clenching too much for him. He pounded out his release deep into the blonde on a few more hard thrusts.

Draco muffled a scream of his release against Harry's sweat-soaked neck as his orgasm ripped through him, his body shuddering violently as his release splattered against his chest, his stomach clenching as he fell back against the bed, sated with eyes clenched closed. Blood dripped from his neck, his hands falling away from Harry's backside, bright red marks blooming across the sun-kissed skin as Draco panted, trying to catch his breath, fringe falling against his eyes and sticking to his forehead.

Harry dropped his brow to Draco's damp chest and licked a lazy strip through the cum there. "That... Bugger."

Draco's breathing minutely slowed, his hands carting through Harry's hair, his fingers gently massaging the damp scalp, the blonde peppering kisses against flushed cheeks and closed eyelids. "I love you... I love you... Salazar, I love you."

"I love you too," he panted. "Bloody hell, Draco..." Harry sank his full weight atop his lover, lacking the energy to keep himself up. "I love you so damn much... That was..."

He pressed soft, closed mouthed kisses up Harry's shoulder, gently caressing the reddening mark from his teeth there with a simple press of his lips, and up Harry's neck, pressing his lips against the deliciously arched chin and mumbling soft. "Amazing Harry, it was amazing. Breathtaking."

Harry gave a soft laugh, uncurling his fingers from Draco's now-bruised hips and stroking up his sides. "Yeah."

"We really do need to get back downstairs though," Draco mused quietly, his voice sounding as if he wanted to do anything but.

"Shower first? A quick one. Doubt Andromeda would appreciate us arriving looking like we'd just run a mile."

"Harry, I left my child down there with an elf I don't know and I don't think our quick showers count as quick." He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Harry's brow. "Can't we just use a cleaning charm and take one later?"

"Yeah," he said slowly, trying to give himself time to think of a counter-argument. He couldn't. "Okay. He's probably driving Kreacher mad anyway."

Draco chuckled, pressing their lips together and moving them softly. "We'll take one tonight, that's a promise." The last few words slid it as a purr, Draco's hands drifting away from Harry's hair as he gave the other a small shove to move off of him. "Now come on, move ya' stinky Gryffindor."

Harry snorted, leaning down to nip at the original mark one last time before rolling over. "Sweaty Slytherin."

"Mm," he leaned up on an elbow, finally gazing around the room and letting his eyes drift over the dark colours and open-lighting. "You love it."

"Draco, darling, I love everything about you. From your fun new bite-fetish to the way you make a mess with flour when you make muffins."

The blonde blushed, cheeks tinted a rosy pink as he rolled over the bed to retrieve his wand from his pants and spell himself clean. "You're a bloody hufflepuff, I swear."

"You're the one who's blushing." Harry stood, stretching and then went to the desk to get his own wand. He spelled himself clean quickly before going to his dresser to retrieve a pair of jeans.

Draco stood, arching his arms over his head and giving a stretch, sighing blissfully at a few pops of his spine. "I don't blush Potter, it was obviously the sex." His hand reached up to rub at his neck, a hiss leaving his lips as he jerked his hand away, red splatters of blood staining his palm. "Damn Harry, when you bite, you bite hard."

Harry walked over, gently brushing his fingers over the bite. "Yeah... That was a little deeper than I thought it was. Sorry, darling."

Draco rolled his eyes at the pet name and the oblivious Gryffindor traits. "S'fine, love. Now, can you go run down and check if Scorpius hasn't murdered your poor house-elf yet?"

"You underestimate Kreacher. He's a very resilient type." He pressed a kiss to the mark, licked it gently before finding a shirt and pulling it on. He fixed Draco's with a quick spell. "See you down in a minute?"

Draco nodded, reaching down to pull his pants up his impossibly long legs. "See you a minute love," was the mumbled response.

Harry sent a last appreciative look over his shoulder before heading down. He wandered into the parlor, laughing aloud at Kreacher's obvious distress. Scorpius was jumping on a couch cushion, throwing Perry high as he did. Harry caught him on one of his leaps, nuzzling happily into his hair. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Master Harry!" Kreacher cried. "Kreacher tried to tell the young master to stop."

"It's alright, Kreacher. He's just excited."

Scorpius giggled, instantly his mouth was moving in a full barrage of everything he had done while "Daddy and Papa were away!"

Kreacher opened and shut his mouth. It was not his place to question a wizard's usage or title, but Harry saw and smiled. "Kreacher, Draco and I are in a relationship. Which means I'm part of this little guy's life now. Okay?"

Master Harry had always been a little odd. Kreacher, wide eyes somehow bulging even more, nodded. "Yes, Master Harry."

Scorpius giggled, arms wrapping tightly around Harry's neck, "Where's daddy?" he mumbled happily, cheeks a bright red with all the playful exertion a five-year old can harbor.

"Right here," Draco chuckled, stepping off the last stair and sauntering his way into the parlor, pressing a kiss to Harry's temple when he found himself standing in front of his boys.

Smiling, Harry leaned against him. "I've got my bag packed. I'll shrink it down and then we'll go?"

Kreacher blinked rapidly. "Master Harry isn't staying home?"

"Ah... Teddy and I are staying with the Malfoys." Harry looked up, smiling slightly. "Unless you want to stay here? There are more rooms here and it's a Muggle neighborhood. We're near a park and all that."

Draco glanced at Scorpius for a moment, arched eyebrows raised. "Scorpius?"
"Yes! Yes! Ooh, please yes daddy!" The child clapped his hands excitedly, silver eyes swimming with happiness at the thought of a sleepover with his papa.

Harry grinned. "It'd be easy to bring over some of Scorpius's things." He leaned forward, whispered directly into Draco's ear. "And a third set of eyes on him wouldn't be a bad thing."

Draco rolled his own pair of eyes, cuffing Harry upside the head. "Keep it in your trousers, Potter." He glanced back down at the squiggling blonde head of hair in Harry's arms. "We'll go back after the picnic and get some of your things, ok Scorpius?" He tucked some hair behind his ear. "And maybe a bath, too."

Harry rubbed the back of his head, amused. "That isn't what I meant. Anyway, come on. If we don't go now, we'll be late. We'll be back soon, Kreacher."

"Kreacher will have dinner ready, Master Harry?"

Since his eyes were shining, Harry smiled. It wasn't often that Kreacher got to serve so many people. "Sure."

"Yes, Master Harry." He bowed low, his long ears touching the floor.

Scorpius giggled, tugging at Harry's shirt sleeve lightly to get his attention. "He's funny," he muttered, pointing to the elf still bowed to the floor.

"He's an excellent elf." There was an audible sniffle of tell-tale tears in the works, so Harry quickly gathered up some Powder. "Alright, Scorp, you first." He squatted down, smiling. "You ready?"

Scorpius gave an answering nod, wringing Perry in his hands as Draco stood, gazing fondly at his son, over Harry's shoulder.

"Atta boy." Harry pressed a light kiss to his head and threw a bit of the powder in. "Tonks's," he said clearly and gave Scorpius a gentle push through. He rose and faced Draco. "Last chance to change your mind, darling."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, uncrossing his arms and sauntering up to the brunette, fingers looping through belt loops and tugging him closer. Draco leaned down, eyes warm and hooded as he pressed their lips together. "About what?"

Harry laughed, touching their noses together. "About nothing. Your mind is clearly made up. "Tonks's," he said, tossing a wink over his shoulder before disappearing.

Draco's laughter followed Harry through the Floo, the blonde stepping out behind Harry a few moments later, a small smile still gracing his lips. He'd have to have a limit on those damn smiles or something, Malfoy's shouldn't smile this much.

A teal-haired boy vaulted himself at Harry, getting caught and lifted easily. "Bloody hell, Andromeda! What have you been feeding this devil?"

"Dragons," Teddy replied, his teeth suddenly sharp in his smile.

"Whole ones? That's impressive."

The boy laughed, squirming and jumping down from the hug. "I was kidding, Uncle Harry." He paused and stared at Draco, blinking. His hair went white-blonde. "You look like the boy who came through. He has a unicorn."

There was a frightened 'eep!' and Scorpius lunged at Draco's leg, coming out of his hiding spot behind the plain brown couch across the living room, clinging to the fabric and shaking as if his little life required to be pressed flush against his father's leg. "D-Dragons?"

Teddy pointed. "That's him!"

Harry smiled, ruffling hair that was now bubblegum pink. "That's Scorpius and his father Draco. Where's your grandmother?"

"In the kitchen. Is that a basket? Are we going on a picnic?" He smiled brightly at Scorpius. "Don't worry. There's no dragons. Grandma says we can't see real dragons. But Uncle Harry's seen one! He's rid one and everything!"

"That was a long time ago, Teddy." Harry threw a smile over his shoulder before wading past the hyper-active ten year old.

Scorpius gave a careful nod, taking in every word the other boy was saying before his eyes widened in pure shock and awe, a smidgen of glee thrown in with the bright crystal blue he got from his Grandmother. "Grandma? Grandma!" Scorpius hollered, throwing his hands up in the air with excited glee, chanting the word repeatedly as Draco gave a small groan. "Oi' ve, here we go." He muttered quietly.

Harry chuckled, swinging Scorpius onto his hip. "She's your aunt," he explained. "Your great-aunt. It's like a grandma, but a little different."

Scorpius nodded, lips forming a small 'o' as he glanced at 'daddy' over his 'papa's' shoulder. "Aunty see? Time to see Aunty?"

Draco smiled, giving a small caress to Scorpius's bright red cheek. "Silly child," he pressed a kiss to his forehead, a small, almost unnoticeable affectionate gesture from behind Harry's head, his attitude slightly different in the presence of company. "Whatever papa says." His whisper was quiet, only for Harry and the little boy clutched in his arms to hear. Oh, and Perry, of course.

Harry looked a little surprised before realization took over. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy. "Yeah, Scorp, let's go meet your aunty."

The child's giggles followed him as Harry carried him off to find the leading lady of the house-hold, Draco following slowly a few feet behind, eyes taking in details of a home of those related by blood. The thought shocked him slightly.

Teddy scrambled off ahead, calling out to his grandmother. The woman turned from the stove, gazing at them as they entered. Harry no longer compared the woman to Bellatrix, having been in her company far too long to see her vile sister. He wrapped his free arm around her for a tight hug. "Hi, Andromeda."

"Harry," she greeted, giving him a loving squeeze. "It's been too long. Again. You should stop working so much."

His smile was all for Draco. "That's the plan, actually."

Draco ducked his head, his fringe falling in his face to cover the slow progression of colour against his cheeks. Scorpius, bless his little heart, saved the elder Malfoy from further embarrassment with a small giggle, drawing Andromeda's attention to the boy clutched almost possessively in Harry's arms.

Andromeda offered a smile that grew slowly. "So this is my little nephew?"

"Yeah. This is Scorpius."

"Oh, he has Cissy's eyes..." For a moment, she looked almost heartbroken before clearing her throat, turning her gaze on Draco. "Hello, nephew."

Draco gave a small, curt nod. "Aunt Andromeda," was his greeting.

Her chin angled haughtily. She'd married a muggleborn, but she remained every inch the well-bred pure-blood. Harry sighed. "Scorpius, why don't you introduce your aunty to Perry?"

She looked over. "Hm?"

"U-Um..." The little child fumbled under the heavy, criticizing gaze from Andromeda, juggling Perry in his hands before holding him out shakily, his little head bobbing left and right. "T-T-This is P-Perry..."

Harry set the boy down and Andromeda immediately went to his level, smiled warmly. "He's lovely. How old is he?"

Harry smiled at her and she gave him a nod. Taking the hint, he went to Draco and took his hands. "Are you alright?"

Draco nodded, face impassive as he glanced at his son who was averting his gaze away from the elder women and fumbling about with the buttons of his shirt as Perry was plopped by his feet, mumbling about the age of the "very-old" unicorn.

Harry watched Teddy run over and announce something excitable about a picnic, earning a laugh from Andromeda. "You're not alright," he murmured, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry. She's nervous about this too, you know."

"She left my family." His hand squeezed back slightly. "All I ever heard were horrible... cruel things about her..." He swallowed, eyes gazing forlornly at his son. "Of course they were from my father, but that doesn't make anything less... harsh. And even that word doesn't sound adequate."

Harry blinked. "Wha...? She married a Muggleborn and was blasted from the Black family's tapestry. She's an incredible woman."

"That doesn't mean that my mother was not forbidden to speak of her."

Sighing, Harry gave him a hug. "Give her a chance, Draco. For me?"

"I am, Harry. Believe me." He pressed his lips against the soft skin of Harry's neck. "It's just... hard." He pressed their body's close together, seeking something in the small form of comfort he let the other give. "My family disappeared after the war, it's awkward thinking I'm standing in a room with three people of the same bloodline."

Harry shook his head. "Draco, do you know how thrilled I'd be to end up in a room of relatives?" Anyone besides the Dursleys, at any rate. "I know it might be awkward, considering what you were raised being told, but... But you can't judge her based on that."

"I'm not judging her per se as just... trying to see past everything my father has drilled into my head." He pressed a kiss to Harry's temple, rubbing circles against Harry's lower back for more of his own comfort than the brunette's. "I'm trying, truly."

"Sometimes," he murmured, "I'll look at her and tense a little because of how close she looks to Bellatrix. So I know it's hard. But Teddy seems happy to you, doesn't he? She's made sure of that."

Draco gave a small smile, just a curve of his lips as he gazed at Teddy who sat explaining something about a Muggle book he had read (or tried to, anyhow) and Scorpius was listening with rapt attention, Perry clutched to his chest as Scorpius gazed on in awe. Andromeda was smiling down at the two, Draco's worries slowly beginning to drift to the back of his mind. "Yes, yes... I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," he joked, lifting a hand to Draco's cheek. "I love you."

He leaned into the warm touch, eyes drifting close. "You too, Harry."

"Uncle Harry! Are you and cousin Draco going to kiss? Scorpius says you kiss," Teddy called and Harry chuckled quietly.

Draco felt another one of those ridiculous blushes spread across his cheeks, his head falling down against Harry's shoulder. "Ok, I take it back. I don't think my Malfoy pride can handle two rambunctious children."

"No one's pride can," Andromeda said quietly, offering a hesitant smile.

Draco gave a small curve of his lips, turning his head back to meet Harry's eyes. He hadn't meant for the elder women to hear.

"She's really good ears; what can I say?" Smiling, Harry drew back, but kept a hand in Draco's. He knelt beside the boys, Teddy immediately scooting against him. "So how are you getting along with Teddy, Scorp?"

The little blonde boy giggled, his silver eyes wide and his hair mussed with the amount of times he had run this hands through it in awe at the thrilling stories the other little boy had spewed. "He-" the little child threw Perry in the air, falling on his back and catching him, rolling around and giggling while clutching the unicorn tightly. "-is awesome!"

Teddy grinned at Harry. "See? I'm awesome."

"You're very awesome," Harry agreed, tousling his hair.

Draco chuckled nervously, kneeling down next to Harry, his palm slicked with sweat. "I must agree, from what my son has already said."

Teddy smiled brightly, his hair going white-blonde again. He reached out and touched Draco's sleeve. "Grandma says you're my cousin. I thought my family was all gone 'cept for Grandma."

He gave a small smile, fingers gently clasping over the small hand. "Yes, you're Grandmother was my mother's sister." He nodded his head to affirm his thoughts, his gaze traveling over the wide stare and high cheek bones. He really was related, wasn't he?

Teddy looked up at Harry, received a small nod, and pressed himself snugly against Draco, his arms coming tightly around the blonde as his hair went to its natural brown shade. "Are you gonna marry Uncle Harry so he can be part of my family for real?" he asked, voice muffled against the older man's chest.

Draco stiffened, arms slowly, cautiously, looping around the lithe little boy as he calmly patted the ever-changing hair. Now, Draco had always been very prideful of being able to keep his emotions in check, and at that moment, he would of jumped for joy at being able to keep his expression stoic. "I-I..." His words? Not so much.

Harry smiled, lifting a hand to Draco's cheek. "What if I want to marry him?"

"That's okay too," Teddy decided.

The blonde spluttered indignantly, his arms suddenly full of a wiggling blonde child. "Yay! Papa! Papa! Marry him daddy! Marry him! I wan' 'im to be my real papa!" Draco groaned, cheeks heating up as he buried his face in Scorpius's hair. Sweet Salazar have mercy.

Andromeda smiled. "Why don't you start with your picnic first and see how that goes?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, chuckling. "That alright with you boys?"

Teddy huffed. "Okaaaaay."

Scorpius giggled, nodding from his position seated on his father's chest who huffed indignantly, lying strewn across the floor. "Well Potter, if your godson wants you to be a part of the family so much, I think you can take care of your supposed 'son,' who happens to be crushing a few vital organs."

Harry laughed, swooping the boy up into his arms as he stood. He spun him around. "I think Scorpius would make a fantastic son."

Scorpius giggled, hands pressed firmly against Harry's cheeks, Perry pressed between his mini-chest and Harry's. "Papa!"

Draco just gave a roll of his slate coloured his eyes, mentally trying to calm his rapidly pounding heart from the earlier conversation of marriage. For Salazar's sake, they weren't even dating! Yes, they had admitted rather... deep feelings, had some amazing sex and Harry was helping Draco with Scorpius more than Draco could even comprehend, but marriage? The Malfoy groaned as he stood, dusting off his trousers and glancing at his son with a raised eyebrow. "Shall we get on with this little picnic then, or are you going to run off with my son to your little Weasel-" he paused. "-ley family home and leave me here?"

Harry chuckled, nuzzling Scorpius fondly. "Picnic," he decided. "Andromeda, I'll bring Teddy back once my vacation's up?"

She waved a hand, smiling. "Yes. I'll see you then."

Scorpius giggled happily, clapping his hands as he was passed to Draco so Harry could attend to Teddy, Draco taking his son fondly and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Ready to go, Scorpius?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"And Perry?"

"All ready!"

Draco chuckled warmly, his world practically zoning in to only encompass the little blonde child in his arms who he gave a warm peck on the forehead to. "Good."

Teddy grinned widely. "I'm ready to go too!"

Harry ruffled bright orange hair. "Alright. Now pick a color and stick with it since we're going to the park."

It immediately went as dark as Harry's and the brunette laughed. "That works."

Draco shook his head, adjusting Scorpius against his hip and waving a hand at the two. "Off with you then, to the park." Scorpius cheered loudly, clapping his hands and waving at the witch behind them as Draco followed Harry out of the room. "Byebye Aunty 'dromeda!"

"Goodbye, Aunt Andromeda." Draco echoed with a hesitant smile and a courteous nod over his shoulder.

She returned both the smile and the nod. "Goodbye, nephew."

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Let's just quell some rumors now, shall we? We're killing Scorpius.

...I swear I'm wishing for my own death.

No. No. No. xD Happy? We're not killing Scorpius, just to quell all rumors there. We are NOT killing Scorpius. We're just bringing the poor boy way to close to death...

But oh well!

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