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Harry: Your attempt to tell me what you were thinking wasn't pathetic. The conflicts are fun to write about : D I am not going to say anything about a fight between James and Greyback. I am updating now just for you, because you asked so nicely.

Draco hesitated before waving his wand to unlock the front door. He walked in slowly, looking around. He had left that morning to give himself time to think. Harry blaming him for James' avoiding Harry still stung, but he knew he needed to talk to Harry. He finally found Harry in the kitchen, making dinner. Draco watched him silently for a few minutes before speaking.

"That smells good," he said quietly.

Harry turned around. "You came back," he whispered.

Draco nodded and studied Harry's face. His eyes were red and puffy and there were tearstains all down his face. Draco walked forward and hugged Harry. Harry buried his face in Draco's shirt as Draco wrapped his arms around him.

"I'm sorry," Harry said.

Draco rubbed Harry's back soothingly. "So am I. I overreacted."

"No you didn't. I just didn't want to take responsibility for my actions." He looked up at Draco, tears in his eyes. "I love you, and I really am sorry. Please forgive me?"

Draco kissed Harry gently. "Of course I forgive you. And I love you too." He wiped the tears off Harry's face.

Harry smiled. "Finish cooking dinner with me?" Harry asked, taking Draco's hand.

"Sounds like fun," Draco said, helping with dinner.

As they ate, Draco was thinking. "Harry, do you really think James doesn't like you because you're dating me?"

Harry looked up. "I don't know. Maybe he's just embarrassed that after his mother died, I started dating a guy."

"That is a possibility," Draco said. "It might also be the fact that you are dating his best friend's father."

Harry nodded slowly. "I just hope he can forgive me soon. Lily really looks up to him…" Harry trailed off at the look Draco gave him.

"You really want James back because he's your son and you miss him. No more lies, even about little things. I haven't kept anything from you since the day we got together," Draco said.

They both jumped as an owl flew in and crashed on the table.

"Bloody owl," Draco said, cleaning hot food off his robes.

Harry took the letter.

"Father,

"No, I do not wish to move in with you and your boyfriend. Please stop writing to me so often; I really don't have anything to say to you.

"James"

Harry's hand was shaking when he finished reading the letter. He set the parchment down and stared at the floor, not seeing anything. The owl had flown away as soon as Harry took the letter.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, using his wand to clean up the mess.

Harry didn't respond.

Draco picked up the letter, read it, and walked around the table. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling Harry out of the chair and sitting on the floor, gently rocking him back and forth. They sat like that for a long time, Harry quietly crying into Draco's robes.

~Hogwarts, the next morning~

"Scorpius!" James called, running after his ex-boyfriend. Scorpius kept walking, pretending not to hear. James caught up with him, grabbing Scorpius' arm.

"Go away, James," Scorpius said.

"Can we please talk?" James begged, looking around. They were alone.

"No," Scorpius said. "I will not get back together with you. Not with our fathers together like they are."

He walked off without looking back, knowing that if he did, the expression on James' face would cause him to immediately take back what he said and kiss James. James stood in the corridor, angrily wiping tears off his face. When they finally stopped coming, he went to breakfast, sitting where he could keep an eye on Scorpius. Scorpius, who was normally a very friendly and talkative person at meals, wasn't talking to anyone. James studied Scorpius' appearance and noticed a few bruises that hadn't been there the day before. James pushed his food away, suddenly too nauseous to eat. He walked over to Scorpius, not caring that he was about to make a scene.

"Where did those come from?" James demanded.

Scorpius jumped. "James, go sit down," he hissed.

"Where did your bruises come from?" James asked again.

"I fell this morning," Scorpius lied.

"Tell me the truth," James said, folding his arms.

By then, almost the entire Great Hall was staring at them.

"Later," Scorpius whispered.

"I will hold you to that," James said, walking away.

Scorpius went back to pushing his food around on his plate. James left the Great Hall, deciding to ditch class that day, even if it meant detention. He wandered up several flights of stairs and started pacing. After pacing a few times, he noticed a door that hadn't been there before. Cautiously, he opened the door to find a nice room that had a couple of couches and a fridge completely stocked with snacks.

"I love magic," James whispered to himself.

After classes ended for the day, James tracked Scorpius down.

"I found this really awesome place were we can talk," James told Scorpius, leading the way up the stairs.

"Good for you," Scorpius mumbled, looking around nervously. "James? Would you happen to know why I found a snake following me last night?"

James stopped walking. "Why? What happened to it?"

"I knew it," Scorpius sighed. "How long have you known you can speak Parseltongue?"

"Two days," James said. "What happened to the snake?"

"Someone got mad and sent it away," Scorpius said.

James groaned. They walked in silence until they got to the Room of Requirement.

"Stand right there and watch this wall," James said.

Scorpius sighed and obeyed as James began pacing. Out of nowhere, a door appeared.

"I guess that is kind of cool," Scorpius said.

"You haven't even seen the best part!" James said. "No one can hear us in here. No one can even get in or know we are in here. This room has everything! Think of something you want right now."

Scorpius thought for a few moments, and cheesecake appeared on a table with a fork. Scorpius stared at it, bewildered, before picking up the fork and eating the cheesecake.

James laughed. "Cheesecake?"

"I'm hungry, and it was the third thing that popped into my head."

"You wouldn't be so hungry if you'd actually eat at meals," James grumbled.

Scorpius ignored this. "You wanted to talk?" he asked reluctantly.