Sorry for the long wait. I loaned out my DH book and needed to get it back to look a few things up. Someone asked about ages so here's what I assumed they would be:

James- 6th year

Albus and Scorpius - 4th year

Lily- 2nd year

I'm sure there are more that I will add later on that I am just not thinking about right now. I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

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That night, Draco sat in his office grading papers, or at least attempting to. Every time he tried to concentrate, his thoughts went back to Hogwarts' newest guest. He really hadn't wanted to see Potter. Too many bad memories came from seeing his old rival.

Draco had seen Potter a few times since the war had ended. Every time they had merely glance at one another and gone on their merry way. They never exchanged words. They never had to. The look in Potter's eyes said everything Draco needed to hear. "Nothing's changed. I still hate you." Draco had hoped his own eyes had always said the same.

He was sure, until earlier that day. Potter's eyes didn't shine of hatred. They didn't have a single hatful emotion in them. Potter's eyes held something completely opposite from what Draco was expecting. Potter was grateful.

Sure, Draco cared about Albus. He was a good student on a proper Slytherin. Why wouldn't he care about him? He didn't have to care about Harry by default. The problem was it was the other way around. He cared about Albus so much because of his feelings towards Harry.

Draco wasn't sure when it happened only when he first realized that it had. Draco had seen Harry dropping his children off at King's Cross a few years back. He looked so happy with his wife and family. Draco caught his eye and nodded towards one another. Draco continued to look towards him even after Harry and his friends had looked away.

Then he saw that smile. Draco was sure he's seen Harry smile before but that one had been different. Harry was talking to Albus with the most perfect smile on his face. Draco only wished he could have heard what was being said to make Albus get the exact same smile on his face. See the father and son for the first time like that made Draco melt.

Of course Draco didn't show any of that. He instead gave Scorpius one last hug and wished him luck. He watched to train leave with Scorpius's mother beside him. Draco refused to call that woman anything but that.

Before his death, Lucius made one final request of Draco. He was to marry and create an aire. So he did. However, the woman he chose to marry drove him insane and divorced her when Scorpius was ten. No one ever said he had to stay married. After he was granted custody of Scorpius, they only saw the woman on special occasions such as holidays, birthdays, and the first day of Hogwarts.

Once the train was out of sight, Draco moved away from the platform and made his way to the apparation point. Constance was a few steps behind him. Once he reached where he was going, he noticed Harry was just beyond it with his wife and daughter. He had the perfect smile on his face again. Draco could help but stare at him. Harry however most likely noticed he was being watched and in a split second when he face Draco there was still a smile on his lips before his face turned neutral again. That was when Draco knew he wanted Harry to smile at him again. He wanted to be the one to put that smile on his face.

The first time he'd seen Albus at Hogwarts, Draco knew he was going to love the child, and he did. Albus was one of Draco favorite students. He was just like his father is so many ways but so different in others. The fact that he was a Slytherin proved that. But every time, Draco saw him, the first thought in his mind was Harry.

Draco rested his head in his hands. He was never going to be able to get any work done like this. He just needed a few minutes with out any thoughts of any of the Potter family.

Then Draco thoughts drifted back to the scene from earlier that day. Harry was so protective of his children, even more so of Albus. Draco had watched the entire scene unfold to the point where he wanted to run up and hug them both. He didn't however. Malfoys don't show compassion for others more than it is necessary.

Draco shook his head. He was getting absolutely no where. If he wasn't going to get any work done he might as well lie down and try to get some sleep. Just as Draco got out of his chair he heard a knock at the door. Draco looked at the clock. It was too late for visitors. Students had all been in bed for hours and he was sure he was one of the only living things awake in the entire school.

Cautiously, Draco moved towards the door and opened it slightly to see who it was hiding. He looked through the crack between the door and the frame only to see a mop of black hair and bright green eyes looking back at him. "Potter? What the hell are you doing here at the ungodly hour?"

Harry looked up at Draco from behind his bangs and smiled. It was the beautiful smile Draco had fallen for so long ago. With out a word Harry walked past Draco and sat on his desk with his legs crossed. He leaned back and supported himself on his arms. In Draco's mind, Harry was the ideal image of sexy. "Potter," Draco started again hoping his voice was even. "What are you doing in my office?"

Harry uncrossed his legs and crossed them again. "Well, if you don't want me here I can leave." Harry said with his smile turning sly. "I just thought we could pick up where we left off."

"Potter we left off earlier with nothing left to be said. Now could you please get off my desk? I have work to finish." Draco walked back behind his desk as Harry hopped off of it. Draco sat down in his chair and had every intention of getting back to work when he realized Harry hadn't let yet. Instead, Harry walked behind Draco's desk and wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and slowly ran his hands over the other's chest. "Potter, what the hell are you doing?"

"I meant," Harry began as his hand went lower, "Where we left off when you had your arms around my waste screaming,"

Draco froze. When the hell did he have his arms around Potters waste? They hadn't even spoken to each other properly since that night at Hogwarts when Potter saved him and…

Oh shit. Draco had his arms around Harry's waste and did scream his name while they were on the broom together. However, there was nothing sexual in it. Well, when in doubt, lie. "Potter I have no idea what you're talking about. Now please leave."

Harry didn't leave. Instead he leaned in next to Draco's ear and whispered, "You don't want me to."

Draco spun around and nearly knocked his head into Harry's. "What the hell? Don't you dare ever tell me what I do and do not want." No one ever told Draco what he wanted, thought or felt. He spent too much of his childhood being told those things. It did not happen anymore.

Harry took a step back and spun Draco's chair so they were facing. "There is one part of you that really doesn't want me to leave." Harry's eyes drift downward and Draco's followed. Harry was definitely right about one thing. Part of Draco didn't want Harry going anywhere.

Draco blushed. He hadn't realizes Harry was having such and effect on him. Before he had time to hide himself, Harry crawled unto his lap and straddled him. "Potter," Draco breathed. "Please leave."

Harry leaned into Draco ear and breathed, "No," before capturing Draco's lips in a bruising kiss. Draco's eyes shot way open. Harry fucking Potter was kissing him, and harshly too. Draco never imagined Harry to me the dominant type but he'd been known to be wrong before, once or twice.

Harry's arms wrapped themselves in Draco's hair and tugged. The shock caused Draco to gasp in pain and allow Harry to slip his tongue inside Draco's mouth. Finally coming out of his shock, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waste and slowly responded to the kiss.

It wasn't the first time Draco had ever kissed another man. That was part of the reason he hated being with Scorpius's mother so much. He was gay. Women to too squishy and emotional. With a man he wasn't afraid to hold tighter and push harder.

Draco slipped his hand below Harry's ass and pushed into himself. He didn't want snogging. He wanted something that would cure the painfully erection Harry was sitting on. Harry pulled back having caught the not so subtle hint. He proceeded to attack Draco's neck and push into him.

"Much better," Draco thought to himself as he threw his head back. This was definitely what he needed. Harry kept grinding them together and Draco could feel his release getting close. He groaned out Harry's name and started arching up to meet the other's thrusts. He was almost there, just a few more…

"Dad, come on. Aren't you going to get up?"

Draco's head shot up. He looked around his room as the realization hit him. It was a dream. A wet dream. A wet dream about Harry Potter. Draco groaned and threw himself back down on his pillow. Wasn't this shit supposed to end with puberty.

"Dad?"

Draco looked over at his son. Scorpius had a worried look in his eyes but that was the only part of him that didn't appear completely neutral. He was the model Slytherin. Scorpius was one the most cunning students Draco had. He wasn't the best at potions but new every tick to getting around doing things he didn't want to. However, Draco knew them all too and was able to catch him almost every time.

"Aren't we going to go flying?" Draco looked at the clock. It read, "Time to fly circles around Gryffindors." Draco smiled. Every morning he went out with Scorpius to practice his flying. Just that year, Scorpius made Chaser for the house team and Draco wanted to make sure he was the best one in the school.

Draco started to get out of bed when he noticed his still evident arousal. Thinking better of it he turned to his son. "Why don't you run grab our brooms and I'll meet you down there in a minute." Scorpius nodded his head and left the room leaving Draco to his problem.

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After flying with Scorpius for over an hour, Draco had finally managed to get his dream out of his mind. That was until Draco walked into the Great Hall and saw the real Harry in the middle of a stand off with James Potter.

It looked like they were arguing but all Draco could hear were little hisses coming from each off them. They had gained a crowd but everyone in the area looked as confused at he did. What was the joy of watching a fight if it was in parsaltongue?

"Dad?" Scorpius tugged on Draco's sleeve and pointed towards the wall behind Harry. There, Albus stood against the wall shaking. Draco couldn't be sure but he assumed Albus was able to understand them. Poor kid.

Against his better judgment, Draco walked up and stood between the two Potters. "Stop this now." He said loud without quite yelling. "James, get moving before I have to give you detention for causing a scene."

James glared but nodded and walked back out of the Great Hall. And Draco rounded on Harry. "Potter, I really don't care if you fight with you kids but don't do it in front of my students." Harry glared at Draco and nodded just as James did before turning around and noticing Albus holding his head in his hand with his back against the wall. "You've caused enough damage here. Go back to your room."

Harry turned back around and pushed Draco up against the wall. "Don't ever tell me what to do. I don't take orders from you."

"Then take a request," Draco started quietly. "Albus is upset right now and the best thing for you to do is to leave before you upset him more." Draco could see Harry's eye soften at the mention of his younger son. "I don't want to know what you said that upset him that much but you threatening me isn't helping." Harry nodded dumbly but letting Draco go.

"Albus, I'm sorry," was all Harry said before walking out of the hall.

Draco looked back at his favorite student. Scorpius had his arm around him comforting him while Albus held back tears. Draco walked up to the pair. "Scorpius, why don't you go on ahead to class?"

"But, what about…"

"Albus will be fine. Just go on to class before you're late." Scorpius got to his feet and left the pair sitting against the wall. "Could you understand them?" Albus nodded without talking his head out of his hands. "Do you want to tell me what they said to upset you?" Albus shook his head. "Are you sure? It might help."

Albus looked up for the first time. His eyes were red from hold back tears. "James said I'm going to be a murderer just like the man I'm named after and that Slytherins are all evil and shouldn't be allowed to coming to school and how Dad should have thrown me away for becoming one and he and Mom will always hate me and I am not family to them and…"

"I get the picture." Draco said quickly, wanting to stop Albus before he became ever more distort. "You're not evil and you belong here just as much as anyone." Draco said reassuringly.

"That's what Dad said," Albus continued. "Then James said Dad was a hypocrite since he supposedly felt the same why and Dad hated all Slytherins and really doesn't love me and told me I have no family."

"What did your father say?"

"He said there were days he wished there were no Slytherins." Then Albus let his first tear fall and Draco really couldn't blame him.

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Ok you can all hate me for that but I really gets better for Albus, I promise. Also, I'm sorry if the lime sucked but I really need practice writing them so if you have any pointers, please let me know.

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