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"Harry, Harry love, wake up." A voice whispered, a chuckle slowly escaping into the air that began rousing Harry from his sleep.

Harry really didn't want to, which was a fairly rare state of affairs. If he wasn't absolutely and completely secure in his location, he'd be up in a finger-snap. So his mumbled "go 'way" and subsequent roll to hide in the pillows wasn't any more normal than the giggle that followed.

The brunette opened an eye, studying the source. Scorpius had been, it seemed, curled up on his chest and was now burrowed against his side from Harry's roll. And Harry was up instantly, rolling the rest of the way over to pin the boy. The tickles began immediately.

Scorpius squealed happily, rolling over and wiggling like a new born animal, trying to get to its feet for the first time. "P-P-Papa!" His laughter rang loudly, his hands clutching onto Harry's as his face reddened with exertion, and tears pricked at his eyes, laughter rumbling in his little chest. "P-Papa!"

Draco laid, silently, at the edge of the bed, blonde head propped in his hand as he gazed at the two fondly, a small smile, ever curling at the edges of his cupid-bow lips, turned upwards against his face. This was his family. How had he not seen it sooner?

Harry rolled onto his back, holding Scorpius in the air above him. He glanced at Draco, wide grin forming. "Good morning. Or whatever time it is."

"Good morning, handsome."

Scorpius glanced over from wiggling his 'toesies' and 'fing'les' in Harry's face, giggling happily. "Morning, daddy!"

Harry laughed, bringing Scorpius down for a fond cuddle. He placed a smacking kiss on the child's brow before placing a smouldering one on Draco's lips. "I could get used to this."

Draco held the kiss for a few moments, a hand lifting from his side to caress Harry's stubble-laden cheek, his engagement ring catching in the light. "I think I might already be there," he whispered, eyes fervent and warm, glowing in the morning light, his thumb running back and forth against a low-set cheekbone.

"Mm." There was a beat of silence. "Yeah. Used to it."

Draco chuckled warmly, looping an arm around the trouble maker sitting atop his fiance's stomach and pulling him between the two, instantly tickling his little sock-clad feet.

"R-R-Rawrrr!" Scorpius giggled, rolling between Harry and Draco, bumping into their stomachs and laughing, the sound filling the room, seeming to Draco eye's to make it brighter. Draco hissed playfully, lifting Scorpius's clean, bright blue shirt and blowing a small raspberry against his tummy.

Laughing, Harry snatched Scorpius up, holding his shirt up and grinning at Draco. "Attack."

Draco laughed quietly, enjoying the small squeal's from his son as his fingers ran over Scorpius's stomach, his eyes meeting Harry's for a moment as the child rolled around and squealed, before he turned back to the 'task' at hand, literally.

Harry laughed while Scorpius squealed and writhed, holding the boy closer to his chest. He dropped a fond kiss to the top of his head, letting go before the child could tire himself out too thoroughly and grabbed Draco's shirt to drag him close to put those lips of his to better use. Merlin, he thought, thunderstruck at the sudden realization that this was his family. His.

Scorpius watched on happily, giggling and reaching between his parents - he thought the term with a bright wave of excitement, grabbing Perry's hoof and tugging, and tugging... and tugging. Draco molded his lips to Harry's, a small sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as his son went shocking unnoticed. A thud resounded around the room, Scorpius tugging Perry from between his parents and him and the unicorn off the bed.

Harry drew back at the thud, breathe heavy, eyes half-lidded. He glanced Scorpius's way to make sure he was alright before leaning in and nipping Draco's lower lip. "I need a shower and probably a shave," he murmured. "See if everyone else is up and then join me?"

Scorpius giggled from his position on the floor, legs to the air as he gazed up at the ceiling. "Boom!"

Draco pulled away, confused, glancing around for a moment before his hazed silver eyes took to the floor. Laughter, starting low in his chest, slowly bubbled past his lips, infectious to the little five year-old who soon took after his father (in more ways than one) and proceeded to start cackling with laughter, his little feetsies, as he called them, wiggling in the air with peels of laughter. "Boom! Boom!"

Harry chuckled, giving Draco a squeeze before stretching out on his stomach over the bed, reaching down and catching Scorpius's socked feet, wiggling them himself.

Scorpius giggled contently, wiggling his feet and playing with Perry, eyes fixated on the plush's big, round eyes.

Draco leaned over, gently running a hand through Harry's hair and down his back, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "He's beautiful, isn't it?" Draco whispered solemnly.

"Seeing how he looks just like you? Yeah." Harry turned his head, smiling slowly. "He's pretty much perfect."

Draco felt a blush, a small tingle of warmth slowly slide up his neck and burst against his cheeks, ducking his head to feign glancing at his son to cover the obvious show of embarrassment. "Sap."

"Lovely git," Harry returned. He hadn't missed the embarrassment. Reading people came easier after a few years of interrogations.

Draco leaned over the bed, smoothly engulfing Scorpius's hand in his own and running his thumb over the back of his hand lightly. "Up off the floor Scorpius, don't want you getting dizzy."

"I bet there's an apple or two in the kitchen with his name on them. Come on, kiddo." Harry hefted himself off the bed, swooped Scorpius into his arms, and beamed down at Draco.

Draco reached up, nimble fingers clasping around the Gryffindor's shirt and tugging him down for a sugar-sweet kiss. "Love you, git."

"When you give me such sweet pet-names, how could I ever resist?" He nipped at Draco's lip. "Love you too, prat."

With a roll of hearty silver eyes, Draco gave them a shove towards the door. "You know the drill about my son, which is oddly horrifying, so you can get him breakfast while I take a damn shower."

Harry grinned, balanced Scorpius on his hip and toyed with the mussed collar of Draco's shirt. Rumpled elegance. Odd how irresistible that was. "All by yourself?" he teased.

Draco raised an eyebrow, eyes darting down to the boy in his lover's arms. "Well I guess I could take Scorpius if I really wanted to."

Harry lifted a hand to his forehead, rubbed the temples. "Hmm... For some reason, I just can't quite remember why I love you..." But there was a laugh in his voice that he couldn't quell, nor did he particularly bother trying.

Draco pouted, his lower lip jutting out. "Well fine, if you put it that way. You can shower alone." He turned, an almost playful drama to his movements as he moved towards the door, Scorpius giggling behind his hands at the two's playful antics.

"You there." Harry hefted Scorpius up, gave him a fond, happy kiss on each of his cheeks. "Go tell Kreacher everyone wants apple pancakes for breakfast. Got that?"

Scorpius giggled, nodding happily, Perry mushed between their chests as his hands came up to squish against Harry's cheeks. "Okay, daddy!" He kissed his nose sloppily.

Harry chuckled. "You and Perry help him out, okay? I'm sure he'll love the assistance." He'd hate it, but Kreacher would tolerate it because the child had Black blood in him. Smiling, Harry set Scorpius onto his feet and held a hand out to Draco, his ring glinting in the light of the room. "Shall we?"

Draco laced their fingers, tugging Harry forward as Scorpius rushed out of the room with a small cheer of "Kreacher!" and a crash and swear from the house-elf. "Mm, I think we shall."

Harry chuckled, leading Draco to the stairs. "I'm glad that bubble thing worked."

Draco nodded, heart twisting as he heard shrieks of laughter from more than one child pour from the kitchen. Is this where he'd landed himself in the span of a week? So soon? His biggest worry was that it would suddenly be stripped from him. His son, his in-love-with-since-sixth-year-finally-there lover, this... family they had created. His hand tightened in Harry's slightly as they made their way slowly up the ever-winding stairs.

Harry's grip tightened as well and he looked back, gazing at Draco. "You're worried."

Draco dropped his gaze to the steps, taking them one at a time, just as he allowed his thoughts to trickle down to help process his own emotions. "Of course I'm worried. My son is progressively getting worse, then better, then I'm making him worse- You're making him better- Everyone is telling us this relationship is going to fast, and my life is spiraling around and ontop of it I'm just confused. Of course I'm worried." A sneer slowly curled at the elder Malfoy's lips.

"He's getting better. Keep that in your head, Draco. We have a couple of mishaps now and again, but he's still here. And he always gets better. You're not doing anything to make him worse, love. And, yes, this relationship is going fast. I don't care. I wasted enough time wanting you to go slow now that you're here. My life's spiraling too; I've learned to ride it. What's got you 'just confused', though?"

"Would 'life' be an acceptable answer?" The reached the top of the staircase, pausing for a moment, hands linked. The two painted an interesting picture from faraway. One shorter male, dressed ruggedly, hair disheveled, spectacles lopsided on his face. The other, taller by at least a head, aristocratic face set in an expression of confusion - of pain - so much paler than his sun-kissed counterpart, hands clasped, the taller blonde dressed in black slacks and a rumpled button-down. They both felt the same pain, they both wore rings, they both knew what they were getting into. "Life. Yeah, life is confusing."

"Life is ridiculously confusing. But we deal with it and we learn from it. And maybe we get lucky sometimes and there's some clarity within the bafflement." Harry smiled. "Plus, it's all perspective. I look at you and Scorpius and I see clarity."

With a roll of silver hued eyes, Draco tugged Harry closer, arms looping around the other's waist. "Bloody Hufflepuff."

"I have friends who were in Hufflepuff. I don't think it's very nice that we keep using it as an insult." But his arms wrapped around his neck, a hand going into his hair. "Everything's going to be fine. I've got my package deal, my pretty little new family, and I'm not letting go. I'm very stubborn, Draco."

The blonde leaned down, resting their foreheads together, eyes searching for something in those shocking pupils of emerald green. "I've gathered that."

"Then you know I mean what I say. I'm not letting you go, either of you. And everything'll work out."

Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together quietly, allowing the world to just fall silent; no screaming kids, no pesky healers (no matter how much they helped), no feuding friends. Just him and Harry for the next few moments. The blonde pulled Harry closer, nipping at his lower lip. "If it doesn't, you're sleeping on the couch."

"You're going to be a bossy wife, aren't you?" Harry quipped, fingers tangled in those soft, white-blonde locks.

"I'm the wife now," he nipped at the others lips, taking a step forward, backing Harry against a refurbished wall. "-am I? I don't recall agreeing to that." Raking his nails down Harry's sides he tilted his head, lips pressing fervently, heatedly against a tanned neck, nipping lightly.

"Wives don't bunk on the couch." Harry's breath came out on a low moan, fingers sliding down. "Hope you don't like this shirt." With a sharp tug, it was torn open, buttons scattering to the floor. And Harry was turning Draco, pinning him to the wall, and taking over. His teeth grazed over the newly revealed chest, a leg pressing between the blonde's.

The blonde let out a shuttered moan, hands splayed across the wall as he bucked back against Harry. "Have your fun now Potter, it'll change soon." He shuddered, biting his lip to suppress a moan at a particularly hard bite against his shoulder.

Harry was more than tempted to just push the shirt aside, but there were too many people in the house. "Come on. Let's see what you can do to change it," he dared and nipped one of Draco's nipples before sidling down the hall to the washroom.

The blonde gave a small groan of disapproval and slunk after the brunette, shutting the bathroom door firmly, lacing his fingers in Harry's belt loop and tugging him backwards. "Sorry Potty. My turn." A rather harsh bite to the neck, soothed with his tongue, Draco turned and jerked Harry against the bathroom door, warm hands sliding over burning skin, tearing the shirt off of Harry at the seams. "Oops. Hope you don't like that shirt," he purred, nipping at Harry's shoulder.

"Just for the Potty thing-" Harry reached down and grasped Draco's cock; his clothes were gone.

Draco let out a strangled moan, rutting against Harry's hand, nails scraping down supple skin and toned abs. Fuck, no wonder Potter was the eye of the whole Wizarding World. How had he not noticed that Potter was ripped? Quidditch did him well, chasing suspects did him well.

Leaning down, Draco grasped his wand that had clunked to the floor upon their arrival in the bathroom, giving it a flick, the shower turned on, steam almost instantly filling the room as the blonde dropped his wand near the sink in favor of suckling against Harry's neck.

Harry let Draco keep him pinned to the door, head falling back against it to let the blonde do as he wished. His hands took a hold of his hips, slid down to stroke the curve of his arse, and trailed up his back. "Fuck," he muttered, "why is your skin so soft?" Like a column of velvet or some other fabric Harry couldn't think of at the moment. But then his tongue took a slick line along the curve of Draco's neck and it really didn't matter so much when he tasted so good.

"You should remember," Draco rolled his hips against Harry's, moaning at the delicious friction that sent like jolts of fire through his veins. Draco mentally blocked out the images that word brought, instead deciding to focus on getting his gorgeously handsome brunette into the shower.

"Thinking isn't high on my to-do list. Driving you mad absolutely is." Even though he was getting driven himself. To better tip the scales in his favor, he dropped down and took Draco's cock into his mouth, fingers digging into his thighs.

"Fuck, Potter." Draco hissed, fingers tangling deep in shaggy brown locks. "Surprised- you don't remember the amount of times we fought-" he paused, breathing starting to become hard as his vision started to swim. Fuck, Harry's mouth was almost perfectly made for sucking his cock as much as it was for snogging. "-that required a lot of contact at some points."

"Usually..." His head bobbed back, tongue slicking along the pulsing vein. "Clothes were being worn. And I was rather focused," his tongue flicked over the head, dipped teasingly into the slit, "on ignoring being attracted to see why I was attracted." And his mouth took him in again, lips encasing the crown and sucking lower.

Reaching down, Draco slid his hands through Harry's hair and tugged, dragging Harry upwards and forcing their lips together in a desperate kiss, tongue and teeth and pounding hearts. "In the shower. Now."

"I can get behind that." Breathless, Harry flipped him and dragged him towards the steaming spray. Once under, Harry had Draco pinned to the wall, the water heating already burning skin. He gripped the blonde's shoulders and attacked his mouth.

Arms looped around a deliciously muscled waist, pressing toned bodies flush together, Draco's heart pounding as he plundered Harry's mouth, his tongue and teeth nipping and licking, soothing the bites before leaning down and attacking his neck. The blonde's hands scraped down against sopping wet skin, red welts raising in their wake before gripping a firm, pert arse and pressing their erections together with a pleasure moan that rumbled low in his chest.

"Shite," Harry hissed. "Need-" A hand slid down, a finger circling his hole and then pressing in. "I need to be in you now."

Draco arched his back violently, head falling back against the shower wall, neck exposed to near-boiling hot water, his hips jerking. "F-Fuck, Harry!"

There wasn't enough time for preparation like this. Need burned through the brunette, coursing through him like fire. So it was a spell, wandless and wordless, born of desperation. And then Harry was hiking Draco up - "Legs around my waist now" - and dragging him back down, burying himself to the hilt.

Draco arched, body stretching, burning him as he melted against Harry. "Fuck, Harry- feels amazing." And it did. The stretch, the burn, the way Harry's body shook as if all he wanted to do was pound into the blonde and forget the world. Hot water scalded down Draco's back, his body shuddering. "Move."

Gripping his thighs, Harry did. It was more important than breathing, this drive, this need. So he stopped trying to catch his breath and slammed in, dragging the blonde into every thrust. Teeth sank into the mark on his neck, hard and unforgiving.

Draco melted against the blonde, the bite sending jolts of violent, clenching ecstasy up from his toes and down to his fingers. "F-Fuck..." Thrusting back against the blonde, Draco moaned wantonly, chanting the brunette's name, eyes clenched shut just as his fingers clenched onto broad, beautifully sculpted shoulders. "Harry!"

"Yes, Draco..." Gasping, Harry sucked hard on the bite and moved faster, tightly grasping the blonde's hips, fingers digging in bruises, short nails adding indents. "Merlin, you're incredible."

"Just..." the blonde panted, hands moving to lay against the cool shower wall, trying to connect a coherent thought. "Shut up and fuck me, Potter- I'm still..." He moaned loudly, head thudding back against the water-soaked wall as Harry turned his hips ever-so slightly and thrust. "Coherent."

"Barely," Harry panted and kept at the angle, dragging Draco harshly down. One hand left his hips to wrap around his cock and pumped in time with his thrusts.

Allowing his body to be plundered for a few moments, enjoying the deep, soul-sating feeling of being filled over and over by this gorgeous, gorgeous man- Draco placed his hand over Harry's removing it from his hard and aching cock before giving a hazy-eyed grin, pulling the other out of his body with a small whimper at the loss of heat and tugging him towards the shower door, leaning against the jamb lightly, arms looping around Harry's neck and drawing him closer for a moment. He pressed their lips together heatedly, tongue coming out to nip and lick at the brunette's delicious lower lip. "Fuck me Harry, harder."

"Bed, then." Harry bit his shoulder, panting.

"Hmm, trying to leave a permanent mark there, love?" He purred, tilting his head to the side as he pressed their heated erections together, eyes slipping closed with a satisfied moan.

"I can deal with the one on your neck." He bit into said mark, sucking on the raised skin with a happy hum. "Bed." He gripped Draco's arse. "Now." Squeezed.

"Yes, your highness," he moaned, slinking away with a satisfied purr, arse wiggling out of the shower.

Harry slapped off the water and quickly snuck out of the washroom, grabbing Draco's hand to drag him along.

Being forced down onto the cool, silk sheets had the pure-blood aristocrat shuddering. Having Harry Potter lay on top of him, rutting against him as if his damnable life depending on it had Draco moaning, and when Harry forcefully entered his body once more, filling Draco to the brim, Draco saw stars. "Harry-! Fuck!"

"You did say harder," the brunette panted and began an almost brutal pace, cock dragging unmercifully over his prostate with each snap of his hips. He'd been close before but fully intended to drive Draco wild and incoherent before he let go.

The brunette didn't have to wait long; soon he had Draco writhing on the bed, tears coming to his eyes as pleasure seem to brutally take over all his senses, his cock achingly hard. He moaned Harry's name with each violent thrust, head pressing into the pillows behind him, the pale green sheets making his skin look almost tanner, his muscles clenching beneath supple, smooth skin. "Harry!"

"Close," Harry panted. "Oh, fuck, so close..." His fingers curled around Draco's leaking shaft, the pad of his thumb rubbing firmly over the slit.

Sliding a hand around Harry's neck, he drew the other forward, resting their forehead's together and moaning, whimpering softly as his body slid smoothly across sweat soaked sheets, his toes curling, his stomach clenching. "Close... Oh, fuck, so close-"

"Then now," Harry ordered, crushing his lips to Draco's to muffle his outcry as his control snapped. He pounded his release into his lover, his brutal rhythm not letting up a bit.

Draco's body clenched like a vice around Harry, his body curling in to wrap perfectly around Harry's, keeping their lips together as he came with a shudder and a small whimper, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

Body quaking in the aftershocks, Harry quite simply collapsed atop Draco, face buried in his neck. He drew ragged breaths, absolutely exhausted.

Draco sagged against the silk sheets, eyes drifting open and closed as he tried to measure out his breathing, heart pounding, chest heaving. "Fuck Harry, I love you."

"Love you too." He let his eyes close, breath not any closer to evening out. "So damned much."

Pushing Harry over with arms that felt like jello, Draco pushed himself up to wrap an arm around his lover's chest, drawing the other male closer and pressing their bodies flushed together. "Mm, glad. Didn' even ask 'e on a date beforehand, now did you?"

"Mm... Took you to a coffee shop," he mumbled, arms twined loosely around Draco. He smiled, face resting comfortably close to his fiance's. "Wanna go on a just-us date?"

"Yes, except you didn't pay. So technically, not a date in my book." Draco blinked just as he was about to roll over. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. So far we've spent pretty much all our time fucking or worrying. I'd like to take you out, just us." Harry twirled a strand of blonde hair around his finger, lips curving. "How about it, Malfoy? Dinner or something on me."

"I think you've spent enough, thank you." The blonde waved a hand, his ring not glinting off anything in the darkness of the room, but the gesture was understood all the same. Turning over, Draco pressed their fronts together, tilting his head to the side and kissing Harry chastely. "I'd love to."

"I think I have just enough galleons in my vault to afford a meal with you. And I want to." He nestled his nose in the crook of Draco's neck, sighing contentedly. "The Prophet'll have a field day, wherever we go. You alright with that?"

He hummed contently for a moment. "I think I can work that to my advantage." He placed a kiss against Harry's sweaty skull, mumbling soft 'I love you's,' and sweet, sappy nothings. "Very Slytherin-ish, of course. Unless, of course, you run off with some Italian bloke and leave me in the dust. That would just turn all my plans into rubble, into dirt!"

"It would ruin my own, too. Besides, I find myself having an affinity for blonds with lovely silver eyes. I don't think there are any Italian blokes who match that description." He slung a lazy leg over Draco's, fingers lifting to his face to rest quietly on his cheek. "I love you. I'm keeping you."

"You're keeping me, Potter?" Draco nuzzled his face softly against dark brown locks. "And what if you get sick of me?" There was a pause, a hesitation in his words.

He looked up, meeting Draco's eyes. "I won't get sick of you. I'm not sure if you've realized, but once I get attached to people I stay attached. The mind-Healer told me it was a side-effect of neglect, that I crave attention and affection or some such rot. I like to think I just know who I can cling to."

With a small hum, Draco waved a hand, magic coursing through him, through his fingers, causing the blond to shudder against his lover as the duvet below them came up to land against their shoulders. "Cling to me all you want, Potter." He leaned down for another kiss, knowing he would never get tired of the deliciously sweet taste of those pliable lips, knowing that this man was his... This gorgeous, dastardly handsome, smart, wealthy, famous man was his. But damn did he have a fiery, romantic personality to match. Draco couldn't of done better if he tried.

"If I clung to you all I wanted, you'd be the one getting sick of me." Harry snuggled close though, and clung, arms wrapped tightly around the Slytherin.

"I'm not a teddy bear. But..." He kissed him again softly, arms looping around him. "I don't think I'd mind. Easier to keep my eyes on you."

"You're sexier than a teddy bear," Harry teased, eyes slipping shut.

"Go to sleep, Harry."

"Am," he mumbled. "Stay?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Draco's eyes slipped closed, his body pressing flush against the shorter male's. "You're stuck with me, Potter. Till death do us part."

Harry made a small noise of agreement before he was asleep, his hold loosening but not releasing. Never releasing.

"Love you, Harry... always have..." And Draco was asleep, body laying loosely against Harry's, their chests rising in falling almost in unison, their hands intertwined, rings clinging together. Things were begin to look up.

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Hey guys, its Abraxas. Sorry about the slightly day-late update, but we hope you like it!

I would just like to give you all a few NOTICES:

*One of Abraxas's friends passed away, and he was recently cremated, so I apologize if my writing lacks somehow, my emotions are slightly haywire. I'm very busy.

*Wingardium Leviosa will be going on hold for 1-2 days. We write these chapters back-to-back and we kinda need a break to get our thoughts sorted out.

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