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Got any playlists for us yet, Syl?

I have a song stuck in my head, but Phil Collins's "In the Air Tonight" isn't exactly appropriate...

Don't worry, I'm listening to "You Make Me Feel" by Cobra Starship.

Ugh, I need to make Draco damn IC.

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You guys, we already have a title for the Sequel. xD YES. RIGHT HERE, AND RIGHT NOW, I AM STATING: There will be a Sequel to Wingardium Leviosa. Even though it's just a "Mini-Sequel" as we call it, we will have one! Happy? :D I know we are.

It took a little while, but now, in advance, we present to you the title of the Mini-Sequel to Wingardium Leviosa:

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Aresto Momentum.

A sequel to Wingardium Leviosa.

And we'd like to offer you a small hint into the story~

You can expect a lot of sweets, and a lot to revolve around this:

In perpetuum et unum diem: "Forever and a Day."

Syl: And SEX. XDDDDDDD

Not as much as this story though. xD We're aiming for cute, but Syl is a massive pervert.

Syl: Lies. Lies and blasphemy.

Lies and slander.

Syl: And maybe an ounce or two of truth .

Told you. :heart: NOW TO REPLY-

Enjoy.

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Harry averted his gaze. "I wasn't planning on proposing to you when we were both sleep-deprived," he mumbled.

Draco blinked, words drying up in his throat as he felt his heart stop. "Y-You were planning on proposing?" He swallowed, hands becoming clammy in the Gryffindor's grasp. "Harry-"

"Don't," he said quietly. "Like I said, sleep-deprived. If you say no now, I'll twist it into the ravings of a tired mind and just ask you again. If you say yes, I'm holding you to it no matter what."

"I-I..." He tried to swallow past the annoying lump in his throat. Wasn't this too soon? He had Scorpius to focus on, and making sure the public or the Prophet didn't catch wind of what was happening... He had- His thoughts froze, flashing back to his Hogwarts days of glaring across the Great Hall, wishing for the very same brunette to just turn around, to gaze at him once... His mind remembered, flashed behind his lids, sixth year, when all he could think about was the Dark Lord's mission and the ever omniscient question that lurked in the back of his mind of 'what would happen to Harry if I did this?' The hands in his tightened, beginning to pull away. Fuck it. He had been lusting - longing - after this man since sixth year, and they had already fucked up the normal dating rituals. "D-Didn't even bother buying me a ring, Potter?" He cursed himself for fucking stuttering.

Harry lifted his gaze, eyeing Draco as carefully as he would a suspect. "You happened to mention one the other day. I happened to see one while chasing somebody. Maybe I did something a little insane like go back and buy it."

Draco swallowed audibly, chest constricting as he lifted his eyes. They had seen each other naked, bathed together, slept together, kissed, revealed secrets... But, in this moment that all seemed to just... disappear. "And what if I were to say y-yes? Do you know wh-what you're getting into?" Fuck his hands were sweaty, and his damned knees needed to stop shaking, all traces of anything remotely close to sleep gone from his system faster than a Seeker chasing after a damn Snitch.

Harry's heart thundered painfully against his ribs, so loud he was sure Draco could hear it too. "I... I'm getting a hell of a man and his adorable son. And all that pesky baggage their carrying, but I have some of my own. I think that's an even deal."

"A-And what about if this man said yes and his fiance's-" he paused at the word, trying to gather his thoughts, "family didn't agree to his choice in a partner?" He sure as hell hoped the Weasley mob knew their saviour played for the other team, and not just in Quidditch.

"Hermione's fine with it, and she'll bring Ron around if he's not. The rest know I'm less than straight and have come around since I broke up with Ginny."

There was a very long moment that echoed around the bathroom with the occasional drip of the bathtub faucet. The moments stretched to minutes as Draco fiddled with the fingers grasped in his, switching his weight from one foot to another. The blonde took a few deep breaths, eyes slipping closed as he seemed to accept some sort of inner thought.

"I better get a very fantastical wedding, Potter."

Harry blew out a breath, wandlessly summoing a small box from somewhere in the confines of his bedroom. The ring was simple, bands of silver and gold twining together and fusing into a smooth band, shining in the dull bathroom light. "You'll get one," he promised.

Draco stepped forward, pressing their almost naked bodies flush together and nicking the box from between Harry's fingers, gazing at it with fondness. "Very nice choice, Potter." There was a moments pause before the blonde turned, his free hand grasping around Harry's neck and pulling their lips together, hearts pounding violently. "A little unconventional, but we can look past that in light of the situation."

"If you wanted diamonds, you should've been more specific with your little ring comment." With the answer a yes, relief flooded him and he felt free to pat Draco's very firm arse. "This is mine now."

Draco gave a low moan, jerking Harry closer and pressing their lips together passionately. "Be glad I didn't get mad you weren't down on one knee." He pressed the box back against Harry's hand. "But I think you can take care of the 'putting it on the hand' part." Draco's hand slipped from behind Harry's neck to drift down his spine, tracing lightly across the crack of his arse.

"On one knee? You do know what you're getting here, don't you?" Harry plucked the ring from the box and slid it onto Draco's finger. "Want to find out how much water we can get out of the tub?"

Draco leaned downward, pressing their lips together and running his tongue along Harry's bottom lip. "I think I want my fiance to show me exactly what I'm getting myself into." He moved his hips forward, pressing his erection firmly against his lover's as he tried to keep his thoughts off exactly what he wanted to focus on; the glorious feeling of cool metal settling against his finger, perfect fit.

Harry lifted his hand, brushed his lips over the ring. In the same moment, their remaining clothes vanished. "Excellent idea." He stepped into the tub and it widened immediately to accommodate them as he dragged Draco down, pinning him as the heated water washed over their bodies. And then, grin wicked, he leaned forward, slid his tongue along the shell of Draco's ear, and hissed something provocative.

The blonde groaned immediately, water sliding over his body, the heat of it ebbing away at his sore and tense muscles. "Fuck, Harry."

Harry slid his hands down to Draco's waist, slipped around to grip his arse and began grinding their hips together. "I love you," he groaned.

Something twisted inside Draco's chest, the blonde's head falling back against the tub as he ground his hips forward against the brunette's. "Oh, Merlin-" His hands came up to clutch at Harry's arms, rocking back against the other fervently, his ring - hisring biting into his finger as Harry rolled his hips, sparks of pleasure bursting behind Draco's eyes and down to his toes.

"Wanna know something?" he panted. "This water... isn't just water." A finger slid effortlessly into Draco as his teeth sank into the blonde's neck.

Draco moaned, head falling to the side as he rocked back against Harry's finger, clenching down at the intrusion. "W-What the fuck is it, Potter?" A small sense of anger fought with the lust that controlled his brain; he should be angry, he should be raving that Potter stuck something in the bath that was suppose to help calm him. But, he couldn't really focus with a finger shoved up his arse and his bloody fucking fiance rocking against him like there was no tomorrow. Bloody fuck it felt amazing-

"A bit of this and that, the most important for now being a lubricant." A second finger slid in, scissored within him to begin the stretch. "And a cleaning agent." A third and his fingers began to thrust, fingers of the other hand trailing to stroke their rutting cocks. "Godric, you're gorgeous," he breathed and nipped along Draco's jawline.

"I'd think..." his hips didn't know which way to thrust, down against those glorious fingers stretching him wide or the warm hand grasped firmly around his cock. "You'd be able to pick someone-" he moaned as Harry's hand clenched. "-with a bit of decent looks, Potter." Draco's arms came up to wrap around Harry's neck, tugging the other down and pressing their sopping wet chests flush together. "Fuck me Harry." His whispers were ragged, his breathing short and shallow as he nipped lightly at his lover's ear.

"Happily," Harry returned, trying to catch his breath. It was an effort in futility, particularly when he finally did press himself deep within Draco. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head, so he closed them. "This may be... the best bath I've ever had," he managed to gasp out.

The blonde wrangled a moan from between his lips, body sagging against the warmed porcelain behind his back; the stretch, the burn- Bloody fucking hell, Potter felt amazing inside of him. "I'd have to agree." He paused for a moment before testing the waters, literally, and rolling his hips. He hissed as water sloshed over his shoulders and fell onto the floor below, Harry's cock stretching him wide. "Dammit, Harry, if you don't move now-" Draco's arms tightened around a sun-kissed neck. "We won't even come close to a wedding."

"I would call that bluff, but..." Harry couldn't take it, dragged his teeth along Draco's neck as his hips began to move. His hands reached down, clamped around Draco's waist to pull him into each thrust.

Their thrusts were fast and rough, Draco clinging onto Harry as if he would melt into the tub if his hands didn't have some form of purchase, pleasure that burned through his body causing his toes to curl. The blonde's eyes rolled back into his head, his hair falling limp with water against his face as he let out a particularly wanton moan, back arching violently. "H-Harry-!"

Harry panted his lover's name with each thrust. "Draco-! Draco-! Draco-!" It was a mantra, urging him on. Draco tightened around him with every move back, as if letting his cock go was the last thing he wanted. He bit into his neck, directly into the nearly faded mark he'd made nearly three days before to freshen it and reclaim what was his.

Draco practically melted against the brunette, the groans oozing from his lips like the blood that began to dabble on his skin. "Merlin." He slowed his thrusts, taking delight - pure ecstasy - in feeling over harsh thrust of Harry's hips, each clench of Quidditch toned muscles against his stomach, firm thighs pressed against his legs and warm water caressing his cock as Potter gave a particularly rough thrust that had Draco seeing stars, feeling as if fire erupted in his veins. "Yes, Harry, yes."

Harry sucked hard on the wound, nipped at the raised skin. "Mine," he groaned and repeated the hard thrust again and again. "So mine." Water sloshed over the edge unnoticed as his pace increased, a hand leaving Draco's newly bruised hips to curl around his length and pump in time with his thrusting hips. The bruises began to heal as the other element in the water began to act, but Harry kept at Draco's neck to leave that particular mark in place.

Draco groaned, feeling his stomach begin to clench, his toes curling, impossibly long legs, toned from years of Quidditch and years of running after a rambunctious five year old wrapped firmly around the brunette's waist, dragging Harry's cock deeper inside, filling him so wholly Draco thought he'd split in half if he didn't have Harry's arms tucked firmly around his body.

Harry hissed against Draco's neck, then bit sharply and hissed "I love you" in Parseltongue. Every thrust was dragging him closer and closer to the edge. He dug a hand into the small of Draco's back until he felt his balls tighten. "Now," he demanded in Parseltongue and then again in English.

Draco let out a small whimper, body curling in against Harry's, eyes clenched shut as his lips parted in a silent scream. Fire exploded through his veins, his body shuddering as his orgasm tore through him with powerful waves, clenching down against the gorgeous cock inside of him.

Harry let out a shout, sank as deep as he could as he let himself go. His teeth agreed, biting into the already bleeding mark, and his hand worked out every last drop while Draco's spasming muscles drained him.

The blonde gave a last, final moan, air dispelling from his lungs as he sank back against the tub, eyes drifting closed. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." He continually whispered, the words quiet, raspy with a pounding heart.

"I love you too," he managed, swallowing hard as he stretched out atop the blonde, pulling out in the process. He was pleased to realize they'd knocked out enough water that his marked neck was well-away from being healed.

Draco yawned, his jaw stretching wide as he fell back against the tub, body sagged and sated, "Not to be a prat, love, but I'm exhausted."

He laughed breathlessly. "I have been running for two straight days. Never mind the apparition and other spellwork and near-constant worry for Scorpius. The fact that I had enough energy to do that at all is a testament to how bloody irresistible you are."

Draco leaned up, sealing their lips together with a small noise as he pulled away, their foreheads, slicked with sweat, pressed together firmly. "I better be, if I have a damn ring on my finger instead of the other way around."

"You just weren't quick enough to beat me to the asking," Harry teased, nipped lightly at the mark in his skin before drawing back and forcing himself up. Exhaustion hit in a wave and he rubbed his eyes. "Merlin," he muttered. "Next time we're this knackered, you top."

Draco smirked, "I think I could find some interesting ways to keep you up. Now up." He gave his love's shoulders a few small shoves to get him up and out of the dirty water.

Harry chuckled, rising and climbing out of the tub. He offered his hand, smile tired. "I love you, Draco."

The blonde rolled his eyes playfully, fingers lacing with brunette's who gave them a small tug, pulling Draco out of the tub with a hop. "Yes, I think we've covered that." he waved his left hand, his fingers glinting in the dull bathroom light with a wave.

"That we have. Now say it back before you wound my inner-'Puff."

Draco raised a brow. "Your inner what?"

"'Puff." Harry laughed, dragging his lover close for an amused kiss. "Hufflepuff, you twit."

"Sounded like you were going to say something else there, love." Draco leaned down, pressing their lips together in a warm show of affection, silently summoning a fluffy white towel into his grasp, plopping it atop the Gryffindor's sopping wet hair.

Harry chuckled. "Well, who wants to say Hufflepuff all the bloody time? And you still haven't said it back."

Silver eyes, molten mercury with warmth rolled as water dripped from dark blonde locks, sagged with water. "I love you, you sap." He sealed their lips together, shuddering at the perfect fit of their bodies. Why had he not felt this when they were fighting in their Hogwarts days? The ways Harry's shoulders fit perfectly against his collarbone, not sharp or pointed, the way Harry's lips sealed perfectly where Draco's left off, and where their hips locked together in an intimate embrace. Fuck, he was in deep. "I love you," he mumbled against kiss-swollen lips. "I love you, I love you."

Harry smiled, a hand lifting up and entangling in his damp hair as they kissed, Harry backing them towards the bed. He was tired, just wanted to crawl in with Draco beside him and sleep for a week. A simple drying charm floated over them, a warming one chasing the chill away. The fingers of his other hand locked with Draco's, brushing over the smooth band he wore. It was a symbol, a nod to their Houses, their rivalry of old. Silver for Slytherin, gold for Gryffindor. But they were bound, interlaced and locked together.

Unconventional, as Draco had said, but also too hard to resist. Besides, his head had been bashed into the window of the jeweler as he'd been running passed, so he'd needed to go back and fix the window. It wasn't his fault that the ring he'd only glimpsed had called his name and kept him mildly distracted the rest of the chase.

Draco fell against the plush, pale green sheets, the color not escaping his notice as Harry fell beside him and pulled the Slytherin closer, Draco's arms going securely around his waist.

Harry sighed, nuzzling into Draco's neck. "G'night."

He gave a small shove to Harry's shoulder, rolling the other over and tugging the sheets up from under their bodies, leaning down with a simple tilt of his head and pressed his lips to Harry's. "G'night."

Sleepily, Harry curled his body around the blonde's and decided that he could very easily get used to this in his bed every night. His lips curved. Every night the rest of their lives. With that pleasant thought in his mind, the brunette found Draco's hand and intertwined their fingers before dropping off to sleep.

Draco followed a few moments later, thumb drifting over Harry's hand, his ring finger on his left hand to be precise. Little did the brunette know, but Draco, one night of restless sleep when Harry was away, had pulled out the wedding band Astoria had chucked at his head at the end of the divorce case. Of course he wasn't as cliche as to give it to the brunette, tainted with memories from his old relationship; so he had spelled a new one, and it was currently sitting in the bottom of the trunk near Scorpius's bed downstairs, waiting in a small, plush velvet red box. Tomorrow, he decided as his eyes drifted closed, the warmth from Harry's body help ebb the stress from his shoulders. And with one final breath, Draco drifted off, curled against Harry; his fiance. Shit. How were they going to tell the Weasley's...?

-8-8-

Ron's reaction was predictable. His bellowed "You're kidding!" echoed in the rather narrow building, the little red-headed five year old beside him jumping a little at the shout and nearly dropping his chocolate frog. Harry only smiled and shrugged.

Hermione had looked worried for a few moments, but quickly decided to voice her concerns - "too fast" and "emotional situation" being the frontrunners - privately and after Ron was calmed down. "Ron, don't shout." She rubbed her belly in slow circles, offering a smile. "I told you they were together."

"You didn't tell me they were engaged! Bloody hell, mate. I know you like blokes and all, but why him?" He'd arrived at Number Twelve just a few minutes before, son and wife with him, and maybe grumbling a little bit about having to help Malfoy with anything. Didn't that git still owe them a life debt? Two if he was remembering correctly. Why did they have to go and help him again?

But he hadn't been there five minutes when he'd seen the golden-haired prat himself stepping out a room, closing the doors with a quiet sigh, and he'd snorted at the ring on his finger, wondering aloud who'd be silly enough to propose to him. And then Harry had appeared, tugged Draco in for a jaw-dropping snog, and Ron had only been able to gape before spluttering out his bellow.

"I would not like that language around my child, Weasley." Said blonde spoke up as Harry tugged him in for another kiss, arms wrapped securely around the blonde's waist, Draco's arms wrapped loosely around his neck as the two whispered to each other quietly. "Scorpius is fine, before you ask. I made sure to ask Kreacher when we woke up if Scorpius slept soundly, and thank Merlin, he did. He only awoke once, and that was because Perry fell off the bed."

Harry smiled slightly. "What else is Perry for but to keep watch on our boy?" The smile widened slightly at the pronoun. Our. He brought his lips back to Draco's, laughed softly into it. But then he drew back and looked at Ron. He knew they'd have to have a talk on their own, but for now... "Ron, mate, it's him because I fell in love with him."

"But... but why?"

Harry grinned. "I'd write you a list, but I don't think there's enough ink in this house for me to get it all down. Should I start with his arse? It's-"

Ron groaned, waving a hand. "Sweet Merlin, please, not that. I'd rather-"

He was interrupted by Hugo's whoop and subsequent rush to the stairs. Teddy had just descended, rubbing his eyes tiredly. They lit up, his hair going the same reddish tone, when he saw the younger boy. "Hi! Uncle Harry, Hugo's here!"

"So I noticed."

"Cousin Draco!" Teddy bounded over, latched onto the end of his shirt with one hand, other arm wrapping around Harry as well as it could so he was holding them both. "I wanna see Scorpius."

"You haven't even eaten yet," Harry pointed out.

"I wanna eat and then I wanna see Scorpius."

"Eat, then you can go see your br- cousin." Ignoring the comment on his arse, Draco realized that he had almost said brother, even if it wasn't the correct term, but it still had him pausing for a moment. When, and if, he had Harry married, what would Teddy and Scorpius be? Still cousins? The blonde was going to assume more as he turned back to the door that Scorpius lay behind, literally, and cracked it open to peak in if the blonde boy was still asleep.

"Draco," Harry murmured, taking his hand. "You need to eat too. It's alright." But he couldn't resist peeking in as well, sighing when he saw the sleeping boy, so small in his too-big bed. "He'll... he'll be fine."

Hermione nudged by as well as she could with the state of her belly, quickly charming herself before stepping in. "Go," she urged quietly. "Ron and Hugo haven't eaten either - it's why he's so cranky."

"I'm not cranky," he muttered and only earned an arched brow from his wife.

Harry smiled, tugging Draco's hand. "She'll take care of him. Come on."

"Can I get you anything while we're in the kitchen, Granger?" Draco spoke quietly as the pregnant women shuffled past them. The nickname wasn't said in animosity, it was said along more of the lines of habit and camaraderie. Draco laced his fingers with Harry's, ignoring Ron's remarks from behind.

"No, it's alright. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"It's Weasley now," Ron grumbled under his breath and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Come off it, Ron. You just got here. Could you not get in a fight with my fiance?"

Ron merely rolled his eyes and turned towards the kitchen. "Come on, Hugo."

Draco gave a small sigh, his lips curving at the term before he glanced back at Harry, mumbling his thoughts before his still-tired brain could catch up. "Are you sure marrying me is worth losing the Weasley clan over?" His hand tightened unknowingly as cheers and laughter echoed from the kitchen.

"I'm not going to lose them," Harry murmured, lifting his hand, letting his lips brush over the knuckles. "But marrying you is worth anything. Now relax. He'll come 'round."

"I hope so." The blonde stepped forward, coming within a few inches of Harry, his breathing mingling with his lover's as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small red box, flicking it open. "I think you know the drill on this one, Potty."

Inside the red box, buried in a bed of plush, gold silk lay a simple golden band, in-laced with a small scripture of Nunc scio quid sit amorin bright, shining silver across the band of the ring. He held it up for Harry to grasp, see, or reject, though he had a feeling (and a pretty damn good one at that) that the brunette wouldn't be rejecting the ring. "Now I know what love is." He spoke quietly, the words leaving his lips as he translated the Latin that laid engraved against the ring.

"'Puff," Harry teased and brushed a finger over the band. "Don't ever call me Potty again and you can put it on my finger, you git."

"I think I can agree to those terms." He leaned down, sealing their lips together as his own ring slid coolly over Harry's finger. "Now you're mine, git. And we already know Malfoys are possessive."

"So are Potters. At least I am." Harry smiled warmly, gazing up at Draco. "You could've waited for later so I could jump your bones."

"My arse is still sore, thanks." Draco chuckled. "What? I don't get a kiss now? I vividly remember snogging you once you placed a ring on my hand." He waggled his hand for affirmation, arms sliding tightly around Harry's waist.

"Well, I never said you couldn't top. It is your turn, isn't it?" Grinning, Harry locked his arms around Draco's neck and drew him down, molding their lips together.

Draco's eyes rolled before slipping closed and titling his head down to kiss the shorter male. Merlin, he wished he'd done this in sixth year.

"Harry, Draco, Scorpius wishes to see you."

The brunette looked over. "How's he doing, Hermione?"

"Better, actually, than he was yesterday. Not by staggering amounts, but enough to be noticeable. You said he slept through the night? That's excellent."

Draco nodded, pulling away from his fiance to walk towards the healer. "Thank you again, Grang- Hermione. I can't thank you enough."

"No, really. I'm not sure if I would've come if Harry hadn't begged me in the first place." Her smile was apologetic. "You were a git, really. But you're clearly an excellent father and you make Harry happy, so..." She waved them off. "Now, go on. If he stays feeling this well, Hugo and Teddy may be able to play with him like they want."

"Please, go help yourself to food in the kitchen then. I hear your husband and child making a ruckus that probably has Kreacher pulling at his ears." Draco chuckled, offering the Healer a small cursory smile before holding a hand out to Harry a few feet away. "Ready to go see your son?" Hermione was zoned out of his brain.

The witch only shook her head, walking off as Harry took Draco's hand. "Already taking over my house, aren't you? Come on then."

"You took over mine, so it's only in due time that I return the favor," he chuckled as he opened the door slowly, fingers lacing with Harry's as he stuck his head into the darkened room. "Scorpius, you awake?"

"Yes, da'y."

Harry smiled, flicking on the lights with a careful flick of his wand. He made sure that the magic only affected the lights and got nowhere near the ill boy. "Morning, Scorp."

Draco lowered the lights slightly with a wave of his hand, cleansing him and Harry as well before stepping further into the room and closing the door with a quiet click. "How did you sleep, kiddo?" He paused, blinking. Kiddo? Damn Potter for rubbing off on him, on his own child none-the-less.

Harry caught the nickname, chuckled. Draco was making all kinds of flubs this morning; engagement seemed to addle his mind a bit. Grinning, he sank down onto the bed besides Scorpius and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. He needed a bath before he played with the other boys, he mused.

Draco sent him a curious glance, eyebrows raised as if to say 'If you don't drop the grin, I will mention what you did in the Quidditch locker-rooms in third year,' fiance or not.

Harry stuck out his tongue, amused by the expression. "How you doin', Scorp?"

Draco smirked, dropping it to allow a small curve of lips come onto his face as he sat against the edge of the bed, adjusting pillows and blankets and kissing Scorpius's head.

"I'm good, 'apa." He let out a loud yawn, his lungs sounding clearer as he stretched with a little huff.

"Grand." And Harry's grin stretched wider because it was. He was feeling better, he'd slept the night through... It was really and truly grand. He reached out, gave Scorpius a hug. "Love you."

Scorpius giggled quietly, eyes tired, but face slowly regaining some of it's usual Malfoy pallor. What Hermione gave him really helped, Draco felt a slow ebb of relief. "You too, 'apa."
The elder Malfoy laughed warmly, leaning down and wrapping an arm around the two male's. "We have some... interesting news Scorpius. Want to hear it?"

The blonde's eager nod almost had him toppling over the side of the bed, saved by Harry's hands around his stomach. "Yes! Yes!"

"You'll need to bathe first." ...Scorpius gave a momentary pause for his bottom lip jutted out suddenly.

"Meanie."

Harry laughed, head falling back. "I'll even go and get your rubber duck from your old home," he offered, flicking a glance at Draco.

"Old home? Oh really?" His smile had the sarcastic tone deflating as he leaned down, "I think we'd both like that." He kissed his lover softly.

Harry smiled, cupping his cheek and kissing back. "Kreacher will be thrilled. Blacks, even without the surname, living here again? We'll see if he ever listens to a word I say again," he joked. "I'll go and get Hermione. She'll get the bathroom ready for him and I shall return shortly." Harry deposited the child in his father's lap before placing a fond kiss on the tip of his little nose. "And Hugo's here now, so you can even play with him after you bathe," he promised.

Scorpius giggled, eagerly turning in his father's lap, arms looping around his neck. "What's the surprise, daddy?" He whispered loudly.

Draco guffawed, gasping dramatically and falling back against the pillows, lifting Scorpius in the air, his little feet and arms dangling. "Now Scorpius, that's cheating!"

Laughing, Harry got up. "Don't give in, Draco. I know he's rather sly, but I'm sure you can hold out."

Draco raised an eyebrow, smirking over his son's shoulder as Scorpius plied his fingers through his father's hair, playing with the locks happily, releasing little coo's, ooh's and giggles.

"Thanks, Potter."

"You're welcome, git." Harry grinned, leaning down to press a fond kiss to his lips. "Be back soon."

Malfoy's answering hum was swallowed under the squeal's released from his child's lips as he dropped Scorpius to his chest with an 'oof', tickling him lightly. "O-ohoho!"

"D-D-D-adddddy!"

Harry laughed again, not wanting to go, not wanting to leave either of them again. It was surprising how much he'd missed them after just two days.

The door to the bedroom closed quietly, Draco giving it a quick look before his eyes zoned in to Scorpius, having to be careful with how hard he was breathing. He let the toddler sit on his chest, plucking at the buttons of his shirt and giggling. Leaning forward, Draco carted a finger through soft blonde locks and pressed a kiss to his son's forehead. "I love you, Scorp."

"I love 'ou too, 'addy!"

-8-8-

Harry couldn't leave without the cat. He'd meant to just go and grab the rubber duck and come straight back, but then he'd thought of Scorpius's little nightlight and then of Scorpius's Quidditch bedsheets and then his big lion and... It had snowballed a little from there and, after shrinking the box he'd conjured and pocketing it, he'd intended to leave.

But that cat. "Look. No. No, thanks. I'd rather not have... a cat." This cat. Any cat named Snape. But the cat had stared at him, so he'd huffed and acquiesced. Hermione could deal with the cat. She'd probably have Crookshanks II with her anyway; Hugo loved the feline/kneazle thing.

"Kitty!" Was the first word to be squealed as Harry stepped away from the floo, bright orange hair flashing into the room before he was almost taken down by the rambunctious Weasley child.

Harry laughed, sweeping Hugo up. He laughed, giving the boy's cheeks fond kisses. "You taste like chocolate," he mused but then Hugo always did, so the auror mimed nomming his chubby cheeks and the boy squealed.

"Who's kitty? I want it! Can I?"

"No, Hugo. It's Scorpius's kitty." He balanced the boy on his hip, grinning. "Maybe you can play with him when your hands aren't all sticky.

Hugo pursed his lip, gazing at his hands. "They are not," he denied, a pout on his lips.

"Yes they are, now get back in here young man, and wash up while I go run Scorpius a bath." Hermione chastised from the doorway to the kitchen, hands being wiped against an apron. She really shouldn't be on her feet, but she refused to listen to anyone on that matter.

Hugo gazed longingly at the cat, would've made a grab for it if Harry hadn't set him down. He huffed and, when he heard his father telling him to listen to his mother, he huffed again and ran back to the kitchen.

Harry laughed, depositing the cat. "So I, ah, may have brought one or two things for Scorpius." He retrieved the shrunken box from his pocket and enlarged it to its proper size.

Hermione blinked at the slightly large box. "Are you sure you didn't bring his whole room, Harry?" She shuffled over, using a hand to help lower her to the couch and summon the box over to dig through it and cast a few cleansing charms in the process.

"Only..." Harry's smile turned sheepish as more and more things were taken out. "Okay, maybe most of his room. But... he's here. And he's going to stay here." Harry glanced at the band on his finger, ran his thumb over the Latin carved in. "And so's his father."

"Harry, I wanted to talk to you about that." She paused, holding up the snitch nightlight. "Oh, this is just adorable. Anyway, about the engagement-"

"I was going to wait. I was, really. But then... it just sort of happened."

"That's what I'm worried about, Harry. All of this is just sort of happening. Isn't it a bit... fast?"

Harry dropped down into the chair across from his, hands dangling between his knees and his elbows rested on his thighs. "Listen, Hermione... It's... very fast. I met his son, I met him, we went out for lunch... And then it all just sort of snowballed. You gave him a year. And..." He shrugged, leaning back. "You gave him a year."

"So you're with him because of a diagnosis."

"I'm with him this fast because I have the feelings. The diagnosis is just what's pushing me to not waste time here hiding from the feelings. I'm not going to spend months and months dealing with the past when the past isn't what matters now. That boy matters now and I'm more than happy to be rushing into a relationship with Draco Malfoy. He's... he's amazing. He's smart and he's... He's lived this long without magic and he's dealt with it. His parents have abandoned him, his wife walked out on him, and he's been fighting an uphill battle with Scorpius's disease and prejudices from... Well, the entire Wizarding world."

His grin was easy. "And then, of course, he's absolutely incredible in bed. And you know I've wanted him... for years. I was obsessed with him in school."

Hermione's smile was indulgent. "Yes, I'm aware. If anything went wrong at school, 'It must be Malfoy!'"

"I didn't say it like that."

"Close enough." The witch leaned back, Scorpius's snitch onesie - and wasn't that just the cutest thing ever? - in hand. "So you're absolutely sure about this?"

"I love him, Hermione. I love him and I love his son. I'm absolutely sure."

"Then I'll talk to Ron and forewarn the rest of his family. You know Molly's going to worry if this is the right thing or not."

He smiled, getting to his feet. "I know. Thanks, 'Mione." He walked over and bent to give her a tight hug. "It is the right thing. I'm never letting that blonde git go."

"I think it was a little more nasally at the time there, Potter, and still a git? I swore we moved past that when I got this lovely little ring put on my finger." Draco Malfoy, the blonde git himself, leaned against the living room doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, one leg clad in a pair of black slacks tucked around the ankles.

He waved a hand flippantly as a little blonde tuft of hair suddenly peaked out from behind his knee. "Boo!"

Draco glanced down at the child with furrowed brows. "You are a horrible little child."

Scorpius giggled, rushing from behind his father's knee and over towards Harry, jumping into his lap with a few attempts and a thud of accomplishment. "Papa!"

"Scorpius!" Harry returned, clutching him tightly. There was an odd thrum around him that soon encompassed Harry as well and he looked curiously at Hermione.

"It's a... bubble, of sorts. I found it yesterday when going through my isolation spells. It should be attached right to his skin, but... It isn't so easy with him, obviously, so it's going to affect anything that gets within a few feet of him."

"It'd be better if it were closer?"

Hermione's expression turned thoughtful as she considered the other things she'd been researching. "Yes."

"I forgot I knew that spell," Draco spoke calmly as he walked over to the couch to gracefully fall against it's cushions, one leg crossing over the other, his arm looping around Harry's to tug the shorter wizard closer. "Used it for Potions when contamination was an issue," he clarified, murmuring the words as he gazed at his son fondly who was playing with the snitch Hermione had reached over and placed in his hands.

Harry smiled, reaching out to brush his left hand over Draco's. He smiled at their rings; they didn't quite match, but... they suited. "I brought your stupid cat. He wouldn't stop staring at me."

Scorpius gasped happily. "Sev'rus!"

Draco nodded, "Thanks. I always forget about him, no matter how... graceful he is in trying to get me up in the morning." He pressed a warm kiss to Harry's temple, never getting over how warm Harry's skin could be compared to his dungeon-cold skin.

"Graceful, my arse," Harry muttered and nuzzled fondly. "Weren't we going to give this one here a bath?"

"No-!" Scorpius grumbled, face scrunching in displeasure.

"Why yes, I think we were!" He swept Scorpius from Harry's arms, pulling the giggling child against his chest and nuzzling his hair. "No bath, no apples mister!" Scorpius's eyes widened with a flabbergasted look, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"B-But... Papa!" Scorpius sniffled, glancing over at Harry with a whine.

"You still want to know the surprise, don't you? And you've got your cat now and the rubber duck." Harry plucked the boy up, holding him protectively. "After we're done, you can play with the boys too."

The boy sighed, huffing., arms crossing over his small little chest, covered in a bright, Gryffindor red shirt. "Fine."

"Good." Harry bounced him, grinning, and cast a wicked, teasing glance Draco's way. "My little lion."

Draco's smirk was instantaneous, an fine blonde eyebrow arching as his silver eyes drifted back from his son to his fiance. "He's a lion now, is he?"

Harry gave him a smug look, carrying Scorpius off. "I've been told that Potters have always been in Gryffindor."

"And Malfoys in Slytherin. And if I distinctly recall," Draco gracefully rose from the couch, slinking over towards Harry and Scorpius, and wrapping his arms tightly around the two. "He's of my blood. And Malfoys," he leaned forward, whispering hotly in Harry's ear, arms tightening unceremoniously around Harry's waist, "and Potters don't mix."

"Watch him be in Hufflepuff," Harry teased.

Draco shuddered. "I think Ravenclaw will suffice."

Scorpius gazed on in confusion at the two, who he would soon come to find out would be his legal parents in a matter of months.

"Kitty!"

-8-8-

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