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Slytherin Lover

"Hello Malfoy."

The room went completely silent as Harry and Draco stared at each other. There old rivalry was not forgotten but Harry hoped Draco would not make a scene in front of Albus.

Draco ended the staring contest and turned his attention to the younger Potter. "Albus, is the potion finished?"

Albus jumped back into attention and ran to check the potion at the front of the room. Harry could not help to be amazed at the way his son examine the contents of the cauldron. He examined it from every angle to check its color and then sat parallel to it and wafted his hand over it in direction of his nose in order to check its scent.

Albus turned back towards Draco. "It seems correct. I'd rather not taste it to be sure though." Albus had a grin on his face and Harry didn't have any idea why. "I'd rather not fall in love with anyone here."

Harry turned back to Draco to find he had the smallest of smiles of his face. Harry had never seen Draco smile before. It was always a sneer or a smirk, never a smile. It looked good on him, looked right. Harry was about to ask what was going on but never got the chance.

"Albus," Draco spoke up. "What is the potion supposed to smell like if it is brewed correctly?"

Harry turned back to his son. He knew his neck was going to start hurting if this was to continue.

"It's different to everyone that smells it," Albus answered with a smile on his face. Harry was impressed with his son's knowledge and ability to answer question with such ease. "It is supposed to smell like whatever each individual is attracted to most."

"Very good," Draco said as he applauded Albus. "You know I was a seventh year before I could make this particular potion correctly." Draco reached Albus and patted him on the back. "I am very proud of you." Albus continued to beam at the compliment.

"Thank-you Professor."

Wait; rewind; professor? When did Malfoy before a professor and why the hell didn't Harry know about it until know? Harry was completely confused with the whole exchange. Too much information in too little time was making his head hurt. Harry stood there a gaped at his son as he chatted with Harry's childhood rival.

The three all looked towards the door when there was a knock. Draco told the person outside to come in only to find the person on the other side of the door looked exactly like him.

The young blood stuck his head through the door and glance around until his eyes landed on Albus. "Al, come on. We need to get to Herbology before Longbottom takes off points for us being late."

Albus nodded his head and answered back, "Okay Scorpius. I'll be there in a minute." The head disappeared from the door to go to, Harry assumed, Herbology. "Dad." Harry looked back towards his son to see him stand right beside him. "How long are you going to be here?"

Harry looked into his son's eyes to see a gleam of hope. Harry could tell Albus wanted him to stay. They had a lot to talk about. "Al, I should be around for a little while. Why don't you come find me after morning classes and well have lunch together?"

Albus nodded his head and turned back to Draco. "Thanks again Professor," and Albus was out the door. Harry could faintly hear him yelling for Scorpius to wait up.

The room was quiet for a moment. Harry contemplated leaving without saying anything to Draco and just going to see if Hagrid was in class or not. Maybe he could make it down to the Three Broomsticks to see if any rooms were available. He did a place to stay if he was going to be around Hogwarts for a while.

Draco was the first one to speak. "Amortentia." Draco said suddenly. "It is the most powerful love potion in the world. Albus is amazing to pull this off at his age. Your son is the best potion maker out of every student I have, and that includes the NEWTs level students." That was not exactly what Harry expected to come out of Draco's mouth. He expected something sarcastic and mean spirited. "I know damn well he didn't get that talent from you. I wonder sometimes when his real father is going to come claim him." Yup, that was more what he expected.

Harry turned to the man speaking to him and glared. "He gets in from my mother. Besides when did you become a professor? I was sure the Ministry was going to keep you as their lap dog for long time," Harry shot back. So this was how it was going to work. Harry really didn't want to fight but sometimes Malfoy just pushed him into it. "When did they release you from their custody? Last I heard you couldn't leave London. I never thought they'd let you around impressionable students."

Draco snarled and glared right back. "Honestly Potter, I'm surprised the Minister let you leave London. Who is going to clean up after his owl now that you're gone? Though I must thank you for punching Weasley. I've been wanting to do that for years."

Harry grit his teeth and turned to walk away. He almost made it to the door before Draco spoke again. "Scorpius cares about Albus. They act almost like brothers." Hearing those words forced Harry to turn back around. Harry silently asked Draco to continue. "It wouldn't be good for them to see us fighting like children." Harry nodded his head before Draco finished, "However, neither one of them are here so, what the hell are you doing here Scarface?"

Harry almost smiled at the question, almost. This banter was something he understood. He could live with calling each other names and throwing insults. "Not that you need to stick your large nose in my business, but I am here to see Al."

"Oh so you do care about him. Figured you didn't give a damn about him since he goes through hell and you're no where to be found."

Harry's face turned bright red from anger. Of course he cared about Albus. He wouldn't have been there if he didn't. Who the hell did Draco think he was? "Malfoy, stay the fuck out of my business. I am here for Albus, not to listen to you insult me."

Draco nodded his head as well. "Well then be so kind as to get the fuck out of my classroom. I have more important things to do than to baby-sit the parent of one of my students." With that, Draco turned to make his departure from the room. However, once he reached the door he turned back to his once rival. "For the record, no matter how much I like Albus, I still hate you." Finally, Draco left the room.

Harry stared at the place Draco had been standing not two minutes before and whispered, "I can't say the same if you honestly care about Albus."

When Harry and Albus finally reunited for lunch, Harry took Albus down to the kitchens and showed his to tickle the pear to get inside. Once the two of then had a packed lunch ready, father and son went to a quiet area of the castle to talk. Harry had lots of questions.

"So, Professor McGonagall showed me the flier."

Albus flinched at the statement. It was obvious he had no intention of telling Harry about it which hurt him. Harry had thought his son trusted him enough to talk to him about thing like that. "I took care of it." Albus said quietly before talking a bite of his sandwich.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked. He really wanted Albus to know he could talk to him. He would always be there, for all of his children.

"There's nothing to tell," Albus said shortly. "I told you, I took care of it."

Harry sighed. He had hoped things would go smoother than that. Okay, next subject. "How's quidditch going?"

"Fine."

Harry sighed again. This was going no where. He needed answers damnit. How the hell was he supposed to get them? "Albus, why am I here?"

For the first time since the start of the conversation, Albus looked at his father. The look it his eyes showed every emotion Harry didn't want to see: fear, depression, and most of all anger. "I don't know Dad. Why are you here? Did you come here just to rescue me from my hateful siblings and make yourself the hero once again? I can take care of myself, believe it or not. I am not some weak Hufflepuff. I am a Slytherin. We can take care of ourselves and we don't need help from nosey Gryffindors!" By the end of the rant Albus had jumped up from where he was sitting next to Harry. "Thanks for your concern but just go back home. I don't need you here to baby me."

Albus was turning to leave when Harry stopped him. "Albus," Harry started. He didn't really know what to say. He had no idea Albus resented him for being the famous Harry Potter. "I came here because I care about you. I got word that my children were having problems. I had not intention on rescuing you from anything. You are not a little kid anymore. You don't need you father picking you up every time you fall. I just want to know what is going on." Harry lifted Albus's chin so he could look him in the eye. However he saw something even worse than anger in his son's eyes. He saw tears. "Albus, please talk to me."

Albus lunged forward and hugged Harry as tight as he could. Harry could feel tears soaking through his short but he didn't care. Albus hadn't cried in front of him since before he left for school the first time. "I just don't know why people hate me." Harry had to strain to hear him. "People pick on me so I fight back and than they hate me more because I can stand up for myself."

"Albus, I don't know why people hate you." Harry said softly as he hugged his son tighter.

Unknown to both Potters, they entire scene had been watched by Draco.

TBC

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