Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Thatpottergurl: Wotcher! Haha, I'm glad you liked it, Harry. I wasn't sure what you would think since I kinda killed your wife off and made your kids hate you… When I wrote that first chapter, I was feeling a little (Okay, maybe a lot) dramatic. And don't worry; I'll protect you from Zana. I am an Auror after all. ; ) I really enjoyed chapter two, but I'm kind of partial to this one also. Actually, I can't choose just one chapter as my favorite. They are all good (in my opinion).

Violentluck: ARE YOU PSYCHIC? Haha, but seriously. I wrote this chapter before you reviewed, and then I read your review and was like, "Woah, this person knows everything." It was kind of scary…

"I love you, Harry," Draco announced as he walked into Harry's house.

It was several days since Christmas, and Harry visited his kids regularly, although they still weren't comfortable with moving back in. Harry laughed, coming out of the kitchen where he had been making dinner.

"I love you too, Draco."

Draco walked up to Harry, threw his arms around him, and kissed him enthusiastically. Harry kissed him back for a few minutes before pulling away.

"Dinner's going to burn," he said, walking back to the kitchen, Draco following behind.

"Smells good," Draco said appreciatively.

"Better than me?" Harry asked with mock incredulity.

"Maybe. What's it to you?" Draco asked with a playful gleam in his eye, raising one eyebrow.

"If it does, than I guess you had better go home now," Harry threatened, smiling.

"No, you smell better. Wonderful, even," Draco said. "What's for dinner?"

"Food, of the cooked and edible kind," Harry said, pointing to the steaks. "There are potatoes in the oven."

"Yum," Draco said. Harry pulled Draco into his arms and began to kiss him again. Neither of them heard a group of people walk in, until a loud gasp was heard.

"What's going on here?" Ron asked weakly, his face pale as Harry and Draco pulled apart.

"Well, this is an awkward situation," Draco said pleasantly, taking Harry's hand.

This wasn't how I planned this moment, Harry thought as he turned to face Ron, Hermione, and the five kids. "Draco and I are dating," Harry explained.

"I can understand that you might want to date again, but why him?" Ron demanded.

"Because we love each other," Draco said.

James' face turned red. "Come on, Lily, Al. We are leaving."

"I will go talk to them," Hermione sighed.

Rose and Hugo mumbled something about homework and asked Ron to help them. They all left and Harry and Draco were left alone.

"You didn't tell them?" Draco asked. "I thought you weren't ashamed that we are dating."

"I'm not," Harry said honestly. "I just wasn't sure how they would react, and I was trying to rebuild my relationship with them before I told them about us," he said apologetically.

Draco nodded. "No more hiding it," he said.

"I promise," Harry vowed.

~In the living room~

"What's wrong, James?" Hermione asked the fourteen year old.

"Dad's replacing Mum," James said.

"No, he isn't. Harry misses your Mum very much. He still loves her a lot. He just found another person he loves."

James shook his head. "It doesn't work like that," he protested.

Ron, Rose, and Hugo walked in. James ignored them.

"How can he love someone other than Mum?"

"He loves us," Hermione pointed out, gesturing to everyone in the room.

"That's not what I meant. What if he marries Mr. Malfoy?"

"As long as that's what makes them happy, then it shouldn't be a problem. This may be nothing more than just dating."

"How do you know?" James asked.

"I don't," she admitted. "What's really wrong?" Hermione asked so that only James would hear.

"Can we talk about it somewhere else?" James asked.

"Of course," Hermione said, walking with James to the dining room.

"Aunt Hermione…I've been keeping a secret from you and Uncle Ron. Scorpius Malfoy kind of knows what I've been going through. We both lost parents around the same time, and neither of us really has any friends at school that we could talk to…He heard about Mum's death in the Daily Prophet, and he felt like he could talk to me. I told him everything, even about Dad. He listened, and really seemed to care. We kissed, and now…I think we are in love." He stopped as he heard giggling on the other side of the door. "Lily!" James yelled, running over to the door. "Why were you listening?"

"Because I wanted to know what was going on," she laughed. "You, in love with Scorpius Malfoy?"

James blushed furiously. "So?"

"Lily," Hermione said. "You know better than that. That was very rude."

"I know. I just couldn't help myself," Lily said, looking away from Hermione. "I'm sorry, James."

James shook his head and walked back into the living room. "You didn't tell them, did you?" James asked Lily quietly.

"No," Lily said.

"Good," James growled.

~Back in the kitchen~

Harry put the food onto platters, magically multiplying it so there was enough for everybody. He set the table, and dinner was eaten in silence. Harry kept glancing at James, hoping that the little "announcement" that had been made that day wouldn't push him away.

"Relax, Harry," Draco whispered as he caught Harry staring at James for the tenth time.

"I know, I'm sorry," Harry whispered back. "I'm just wondering what he's thinking. He won't look at me."

"I told Scorpius about us earlier today, and he hasn't responded either. They will talk to us when they are ready," Draco said, putting his hand on Harry's.

As they were finishing dinner, the doorbell rang. Harry went to go answer it. Standing on his doorstep was a smaller version of Draco. "You must be Scorpius," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter." When Scorpius didn't answer, Harry called Draco over.

"Scorpius!" Draco said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I got your letter, and decided to come live with you. Mum is dating some jerk."

See! Violentluck is a psychic person… Please review and tell me what you think!