AN: I'll let a little bit slip. . . Chapter 40 is kinda fluffy. hehe. Dudes!! I'm totally disappointed with the lack of reviews for the last chapter! I'm only updating now because I was very nicely asked to. Seriously though, disinterest in the story is very demotivating!
I'm really sorry for any spelling errors I've made. . . It's not because I'm a dumbass who can't spell, I promise! It's because I type quickly and don't check what I'm typing. I've been too lazy to get these last couple of chapters betaed, and my beta seems to be AWOL anyway. . . Sorry! Just look over my mistakes!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything even remotely related to the Harry Potter Franchise, except my own copies of the books and some merchandise.
Visitor
"Hi Harry" Draco greeted with a warm smile.
""Evening" Harry replied with a grimace.
"Can I come in?" Draco enquired. He could tell by Harry's facial expression that something was amiss.
"Yeah, just excuse Ginny. She's being a right bitch" Harry whispered the last bit.
"Oh?" Draco said, stepping inside and hanging his coat up on the hat-stand. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Shut up you prat" Harry retorted, trying to sound nasty, but he couldn't stop the grin from escaping. Despite the terrible timing, he was glad to see his (now) closest friend. "Make yourself at home like you normally do. I have some shit to sort out, and then I'll be right with you"
"Yeah yeah. I brought Firewhiskey. Hurry up before I drink it by myself"
"Don't you dare. The boys are upstairs, by the way. But be sure to knock before you go in" Harry informed the blonde. He flicked his wand and the fireplace lit up before he proceeded to the kitchen, where Ginny was waiting.
"Have you calmed down?" Harry asked Ginny, whose back was turned to him.
She spun around and glared at him. "What are we going to do?" she asked, distraught. "Everything we've worked so hard for is going to crash down around us!" she wailed dramatically.
"No, it won't. This is not the worst thing that could happen, love. Al could have some disease, he could be dying, or something. But you're freaking out because he's gay? Seriously?" Harry argued.
"Ugh! You just don't get it, do you? This is going to reflect badly on us! What will the neighbours say?" Ginny whined, sounding like Aunt Petunia, in Harry's opinion.
"It's fine. Don't worry. We'll deal with this together like we always have" Harry reassured the hysterical woman.
A teary-eyed Ginny stepped towards her husband and began crying into her chest, much in the same way Albus had a few moments before. Harry patted her back and murmured "there, there". He was disgusted by his wife's prejudice, but she was still his wife.
Ginny leaned up to kiss him and Harry couldn't help but feel slightly repulsed.
'When did it get this bad?' he wondered. He used to kind of enjoy being with Ginny, so long as he had someone else's face in mind.
"We'll just have to cover this up. No one can know. It's a good thing no one can see what goes on behind closed doors" Ginny said, nodding.
'It's a good thing no one can see what goes on behind closed eyes' Harry thought.
"Who was at the door?" Ginny suddenly said, moving away from Harry. He felt a sense of relief. . . Almost like freedom.
"Draco. He's come to hang out. Or to see Scor. Or both" Harry replied.
Ginny's eyes widened in horror. "We can't tell him! His heart would break if he knew his son is gay!" Harry didn't realize that about that part, at least, she was right.
"Yeah, whatever. Listen, why don't you go run yourself a nice hot bath, and I'll entertain our guest" Harry needed to be away from her before he did something he'd regret, like slap her. His irritation was becoming apparent and he couldn't have that.
Ginny made to protest but Harry shushed her with a finger on her lips. "No, no, I insist. You go relax". She smiled and left the kitchen.
"Do say hello to Draco for me" she said before leaving.
Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He left the kitchen and went to the living room. Finding it empty, he went to the bar, where Draco was also absent from. Figuring that he'd be with his son, Harry made his way upstairs and knocked on Albus's bedroom door.
"Yes?" Albus's voice answered.
"It's me" Harry informed him.
"Oh, come in Dad!" Albus replied, audibly relieved. Harry found Albus and Scorpius sitting side by side snuggled under the duvet, and Draco sitting at the foot of the three-quarter bed.
He closed the door behind him and took a seat on the chair that was in front of Albus's desk.
"The boys were just telling me about a potion recipe Teddy's brought" Draco said with a smile.
"Dad, shhh! You'll spoil the surprise" Scorpius giggled. Harry laughed, knowing to be on the lookout for a prank.
"Well I'll leave you two to. . . Do whatever. Harry and I have business to attend to" Draco said, ruffling the teenagers' hair, earning a grin from Albus and a scowl from Scorpius. He hated to have his hair messed up.
When Harry and Draco were downstairs at the bar in the entertainment area, Harry finally relaxed.
"So. . . Let's get down to business" Harry laughed.
"Indeed" Draco poured two generous helpings of the alcoholic beverage and handed one to Harry. "Cheers" he toasted. Harry clinked his goblet against Draco's and the two men drank deeply.
Harry licked his lips appreciatively at the burning sensation on his lips, which Draco happened to be looking at.
Snapping out of his little trance, Draco asked Harry what the story with Ginny was.
"Oh, that. Well she walked in on your kid and my kid shagging" Harry replied indelicately
AN: Anyways, thank you VERY MUCH to those who did review. You make writing the story worthwhile. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Oh, if you're into Drarry, go read my new story, In Sorte Diaboli. It's a chaptered fic but with decent-length chapters, unlike this one. . . It's dark, though, and not at all like this. But read it anyway *wink wink*
Next Chapter: Proof That Potters Shouldn't Drink
Draco scoffed. "A Malfoy will never love a Potter" he replied, a small smile playing at his lips.
. . .to be continued!