So this fic was written for the prompt: "I'm a good sucker. I can suck a cookie up my straw," George Weasley, and the Restricted Section. It sort of ran away from me and this was the end result.

Warnings: Slight mentions of mpreg if you squint, but it can also be taken as adoption.

George Weasley was returning to Hogwarts. He walked through the corridors, pausing to take in the remodeled Great Hall full of students who looked younger than he could ever remember being. He peeked around the tables, his eyes lingering on the Weasley cousins—including his own children—and the Potters, and even the white blond head that was currently engaged in deep conversation with the mini-Harry Potter.

He imagined how different Hogwarts would have been if Harry and Malfoy had been friendly.

Shaking the images from his mind, George continued on his journey to the third floor. Apart from his children, there was only one other reason that would bring George back to the old castle and it was on the third floor.

He stopped outside a classroom that had been one of his favorites when he attended the school. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door while he pushed it open and peered inside.

Along with the majority of the castle, the old Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had gone through a makeover while still managing to look like the original. Merlin, George loved magic.

Glancing around the empty classroom, memories—thousands of memories—flitted through his mind. He'd had some amazing times in this room. Not wanting to dwell on the sad memories, George recalled the time he realized he was in love with Angelina. He and Fred had been late to class and Angelina had distracted Lupin so that they could slip into the classroom undetected. Except Snape was substituting and all three of them wound up with two weeks worth of detentions.

It was during those weeks, scrubbing out cauldrons and cleaning the potions supply closet that George had silently vowed to marry her.

His pledge had come true, much to the dismay of a lot of their friends. They didn't think George would ever settle down, but he knew he was waiting for the right one—for his Angelina.

With a smile on his face, George left the classroom and walked to the library. His old friend could be found in the Restricted Section during his free periods.

Sure enough, tucked away near a shadowy corner covered in cobwebs, was the man George had come to see hunched over a thick book.

"Hiya," he greeted the man, joining him on the floor.

"George," the other man smiled and closed the book, sending a dusty cloud into the air. He coughed and waved the cloud away before settling his bright green eyes on the redhead. "What brings you here?"

"Mum and Ginny are worried, mate."

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his messy black hair. It was still thick and wild after all these years. "There's nothing to worry about. I'm fine," he argued even though his slumped shoulders said otherwise.

"No worries," George smiled and raised his hands in surrender. "I just came to see how my favorite ex-brother-in-law was doing."

"I'm your only ex-brother-in-law," Harry reasoned with an answering grin.

George clapped Harry on the back and leaned in like he was sharing a big secret, "Yes, but you're also my friend, Harry." His smile turned somber as he added, "One of my best friends."

Unsurprisingly, George found himself engulfed in a friendly hug and the crease in his friend's forehead from his furrowed brows had smoothed over.

"What are you reading?" George asked and nodded his chin in the book's direction.

"Oh this?" Harry held up one of the musty pages and gave a soft smile as if he was remembering something private. "It's a book of dating tips. I read it when Ginny and I divorced—it's rather silly really." He pointed to one of the paragraphs, "This is a chapter of come on lines. Look here—'Are you wearing space pants? Because your butt is out of this world.'"

"Or this one." George suggested, reading over Harry's shoulder, "'I'm a good sucker. I can suck a cookie up my straw.' What does that even mean?" He snorted and rolled his eyes before looking down at the page. "Actually, I think I might use that one in the shop. Do you mind?" Without caring that it was a library book, George tore the page from the tome and put it in his pocket. "This could be a whole new line of products. The Come on Candies," George cringed. "Then again, maybe not."

Harry snickered and closed the book. "Why are you here, really?" he asked, his voice sounding small and far away as if he already knew the answer.

Heaving a deep sigh, George looked at his friend. "Draco stopped by the Burrow today."

Harry's response was a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat and avoiding eye contact.

"Mum and Ginny were there and—"

"What did he say?" Harry whispered and curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his legs and holding them tightly to his chest.

"You two had a row."

Harry nodded his head and chewed on his bottom lip. George couldn't help but notice that he had picked up that habit from Draco. Among some other habits—but the blond had picked up just as many from Harry.

Being married for a few years would do that to any couple.

"He wants to have more children," Harry replied after a few minutes of silence in which he stared out the window and George studied his tired, sad eyes. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that Harry looked exhausted from teaching so many classes a week while still running the Auror Department, but only Draco could cause this kind of emotion in the other man—always had and always will.

"And you don't?"

"Would you want more kids?" Harry snorted as he shook his head. "That's—it's just, no."

George tapped his finger to his chin as he thought of the right words to say. "I think," he began and softened his voice so Harry would be more apt to hearing him out. "I think that if I'd had kids with someone else and Angelina had children before she was married to me, then I would want something together—just the two of us, without any ex-spouses involved. Something to share." He cleared his throat and glanced out the dirty window just as an owl flew by. "I also know that I would be terrified of messing everything up again. Harry, Draco just wants a part of you that no one else has other than Ginny. And I bet it kills him every time he thinks about it."

"But he does," Harry murmured softly. "He has a part of my heart that Ginny never had, George." He waved his hand in the air as if to summon what he wanted to say next. "I'm sorry. That came out harsh. I love Ginny—you know that, but it's different with Dray." Just mentioning the other man's name had his face splitting into a smile. "I can't risk him. This is just—"

"Have you told him this? All the things you're telling me?"

The deafening silence that filled their little corner was enough of an answer for George. "You have to tell him, Harry."

Setting his jaw in determination, Harry fixed George with his emerald eyes. "You're right," he declared as he got to his feet and patted the dust off his backside. "You're brilliant, mate. Cheers." Without another glance, Harry strolled out of the Restricted Section to win his pushy, blond husband back.

A year later, they all welcomed Alastor Remus Malfoy-Potter into their clan of Weasleys, Lupins, Blacks, Malfoys, Potters, and Malfoy-Potters. No one else noticed when Harry winked at George as he wrapped his arms around Draco and the new addition to their family.

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