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Proof That Potters Shouldn't Drink

"Excuse me?" Draco said, almost choking on his Firewhiskey.

"You heard me" Harry replied, taking another sip and downing the rest of the drink in one go. "Can I have some more please?" he asked innocently.

"Scorpius and Lily? Shagging?" Draco said in shock, grey eyes wide.

This time Harry would have choked, had it not been for the fact that his goblet was empty. "Dear Merlin, no! What the fuck?"

"You said. . . Your kid. . . My kid. . .?" Draco was confused.

"No, no. . . Not that one. The other one. As if the two of them in the same bed isn't enough of a clue" Harry iterated.

"Scorpius and Albus?!"

Harry nodded, helping himself to more Firewhiskey as Draco was obviously too distracted to do it for him.

"I. . . Like that?" Draco's forlorn expression made Harry want to stroke his hair and hug him. But he resisted the urge.

"Yep. And Ginny's livid about it"

Draco buried his face in his palms. "What the fuck is wrong with our family? Will Luey too. . .?" he said, his voice muffled. Harry moved so that he was beside Draco and put his arms around him. For the third time that night, he was comforting someone over the fact that Albus and Scorpius were together.

Was he the only one who was pleased? He liked Scorpius. He didn't really think anyone else was good enough for his son.

Draco, stiff at first, softened and melted into the hug. "Why me?" he mumbled. "Why my family?"

"I think it's sweet" Harry commented. "Haven't you seen what they're like together? It's clear they love each other very much"

"Yes. . . That is not the issue. I suppose. . ." Draco sat upright, Harry's arms falling away. "They have each other. Perhaps my son won't suffer as much as I have because of solitude" Draco contemplated solemnly.

"Oh, Dray. . . Don't say that. You have us. You have me" Harry assured his friend.

"I do indeed, but it's not the same, Harry. Friends, lovers. . . It's a different kind of love" Draco explained sadly.

"Are you saying you love me? As a friend, of course?" Harry teased.

Draco scoffed. "A Malfoy will never love a Potter" he replied, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Ah, but you're wrong. Have you forgotten our sons?" Harry filled Draco's now empty goblet.

"Oh, that. . ." Draco laughed dryly. "They're fourteen. Do you really think its love?" he asked, suddenly serious again.

"Mon ami, I do" Harry smiled serenely, sipping his drink. He'd been surprised to learn that the Malfoys were all fluent in French, and thankfully spared of the accent as English was their first language. Harry'd picked up a little bit from Fleur and Victoire.

"But how? If that is true, then how did they find so quickly what I've been searching for my whole life?" Draco said, waving his goblet about and spilling a drop on Harry's lap.

"Oh dear, how unbecoming of a Malfoy" Harry laughed as the liquid burned his thigh.

"Merlin, my bad" Draco laughed, looking genuinely startled at his clumsiness.

"Cheers" Harry said, toasting Draco again and downing his drink. Draco followed suit. The two of them polished off two and half bottles of potent alcohol by the time the clock struck twelve, and the two men were quite drunk.

"I dunno what's wrong with her, I tell ya! She decided she wanted to try her hand at cooking. Cooking, Harry! The house elf was in tears" Draco told Harry, bursting into laughter.

"Your mother, snob-supreme, she cooked? That's hilarious!!" Harry laughed hysterically.

"I know! And then she wanted us to eat it!"

"Merlin!"

Harry and Draco collapsed into fits of uncontrollable laughter, until and annoyed looking Ginny walked in her slippers and a dressing gown.

"It's getting rather rowdy, gentlemen. Do you think we can end this little party?" she said, hand on her hip and eyebrows raised.

"Aw Ginevra, don't spoil the fun" Draco pouted, leaning forward imploringly, which caused him to fall off the chair, resulting in more laughter.

"Look what you did, Ginny! You made 'im fall! Haha!" Harry giggled.

To further annoy Ginny, Draco began speaking to Harry in French, knowing he could understand if he spoke simply.

Harry laughed again and replied in very broken French.

"Stop it!" Ginny shrieked. She positively hated it when they did that.

"Dumb bitch" Draco yelled (in French).

Harry thought this was the funniest thing ever.

"I've been called that by Fleur enough times to have an idea of what it means. Get out, both of you!" Ginny yelled.

The men didn't protest. Once outside the property, Harry suggested they go to Malfoy Manner. Draco agreed, not knowing where else to go. Decided that apparating in their inebriated state was dangerous, they called a cab. (Harry still couldn't get over the fact that Draco carried a – stylish – Muggle mobile phone).

When they were at their destination, Harry found himself really angry with Ginny. "She's such a cow" Harry huffed, leaning into the cushy, oversized leather couch in Draco's 'personal' lounge.

"Answer one question for me, Harry" Draco asked. He'd sobered up a bit more than Harry by now.

"Anything, Mon Ami" Harry replied.

"Are you happy with her?" Draco took Harry's hand in his and looked at the floor.

"You know I'm not" Harry replied.

"Are you attracted to her?"

"I only said I'd answer one" Harry smiled.

"Prat. Tell me"

"Fine. No, I'm not"

"I know"

"I know you know" Harry smirked, squeezing Draco's hand. Draco sat back, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder comfortably.

After a few moments of pleasant, sleepy silence, Harry shifted. He then planted a small kiss on Draco's slightly parted lips.

Before the blonde could even register his own shock, Harry mouth was assaulting his in the most sensual way. He couldn't help but respond.

Harry began to undress Draco, when suddenly the Malfoy's senses kicked in and he pushed Harry away gently but firmly.

"Draco, I want this. I want you" Harry pleaded.

Draco shook his head and smiled. "I do too, Harry but it's not right"

"It is right" Harry argued stubbornly.

"Then let's make a deal" Draco proposed. Harry sat up and cocked an eyebrow, urging Draco to continue. "If we ever do this, we need to be sober, and you need to not be married. Deal? I won't be your side dish, Harry" Draco said seriously. "I need to be the main course"

"Can I have you for dessert too?" Harry licked his lips suggestively and flirtatiously.

"Harry! Be serious. Do we have a deal?"

"Can I change one part though?" Harry asked.

"Which part?"

"The part where you said 'if' we ever do this. Can we make it 'when' instead?"

Draco inhaled. He hadn't been expecting that. "Deal" he smiled.

"Deal" Harry agreed, stealing one last kiss before leaning back against the couch.

AN: So, did you like it? What will happen now that something has transpired between these two men? Will they have to hide what's going on? Or will it become awkward and tense? You'll just have to wait and see!

In the next chapter, the boys begin to engage in an aspect of adolescence a lot of teenagers encounter at some point or another.

Please review!

Next Chapter: Secrets and Issues

"I'm not good enough for you" Scorpius said with a sudden, violent sob.

. . .to be continued!