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A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus before the last chapter. If everything goes according to plan, I will be posting more regularly from now on. Thanks for all of the reviews!

Chapter 10

Draco tried to ignore the bubble of happiness in his chest upon seeing Potter step through his fireplace. He thought he did a good job of covering his reaction as he led everyone into the study. He was having a harder time rationalizing the feelings he was having. He told himself it was simply because before the awkwardness at the end of the night so many weeks ago now he had actually had a good time conversing with the other man. Plus, Draco wasn't blind. Objectively he could acknowledge that Potter was an attractive man, particularly in that shirt that matched his piercing eyes perfectly. It was only natural to get a small thrill from having an attractive man whose company he had enjoyed last time they were together in his house. That was all it was.

Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize his son and best friend had disappeared upstairs, leaving him alone with the object of his contemplation. He turned to face Potter and gestured for him to take a seat on the sofa. "Can I get you something to drink? Tea, water, firewhisky?"

Potter quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "How about we start with some tea. Seems a little early for firewhisky."

Draco got to work preparing the tea. "No judgement, Potter. If I remember correctly from the last time we were together, you're quite fond of the firewhisky," he responded with a chuckle.

Potter laughed along with him before stopping abruptly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Draco cut him off. "Look, Potter, about that night. I'm sorry I left so abruptly. I don't know what came over me; I guess I just had a little too much to drink."

"No worries. I had as much to drink as you had. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable in any way."

"We'll just have to control ourselves a little better next time," Draco replied with a wink. He mentally kicked himself. A wink, seriously? They were starting to smooth things over, the last thing that they needed was for Potter to think that Draco was trying to flirt with him. Which he most certainly was not.

But if Potter was at all bothered, he didn't let it show, and all was fine. The pair drank their tea and chatted about everything from their holidays to memories from Hogwarts. Before they knew it, the boys were in the study inquiring about lunch. Draco cast a Tempus Charm and was shocked to see it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. "Where has the time gone?" he exclaimed. "Let's go heat up lunch."

The four made their way to the dining room to eat a meal of all of Scorpius's favorite foods, followed by large pieces of decadent chocolate cake. "So what have you boys been up to?" Harry asked, giving his son a fond look.

"Just hanging out," Scorpius replied with a shrug.

Draco rolled his eyes at his son. "'Just hanging out?' Potter, I think we officially have a couple teenagers on our hands."

Potter chuckled. "It appears we do. And what are the plans for after lunch? More hanging out?"

Albus and Scorpius exchanged a mischievous look. "Actually we were thinking maybe something a little different…" Albus began.

Scorpius jumped in, "Since it's my birthday and all…"

"We were wondering if we could watch the two of you play a Seeker's game?" Albus finished.

Draco looked at his son incredulously, "What brought this on then?"

Harry sighed, "That would be my best friend."

Albus giggled. "Uncle Ron said it would be entertaining."

"Plus, sometimes Professor Longbottom tells us stories about the two of you when you were in school. Sounds like you had quite the Quidditch rivalry," Scorpius added.

"Well," Potter responded with a smirk. "Can it really be considered a rivalry if Draco never actually caught the Snitch before me?"

If Draco's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his first name coming from Potter's mouth, he certainly didn't acknowledge it. "Whoa there, Potter. How about you put your money where your mouth is?"
"Are you suggesting that you think you can beat me?"

"Scared, Potter?"

"You wish."

The pair locked eyes in challenge until the two boys whooped in excitement. "Alright! Let's go set everything up!" Scorpius urged excitedly.

"I'll go find Mr. Potter some gear, and we can meet the two of you out back," Draco responded.

The boys ran outside to go get everything ready as Draco led Potter up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms where he kept most of his Quidditch gear. "I apologize, Potter, I don't have any horrible red robes for you, not used to having Gryffindors in my house," he flashed him a smile to reinforce that though his words echoed those of the past, they were merely spoken in gest.

"I suppose I can suck it up and wear some Slytherin green. The Sorting Hat did say I would have done well in your House."

Draco gave him a mock affronted look. "You? In Slytherin? I must write a letter to the Headmistress inquiring about the competency of that old Hat."

Potter laughed heartily. "Just give me some gear, oh Slytherin Prince."

Draco sniffed haughtily, "I'll have you know I was the King of Slytherin, thank you very much." He barely made it through before dissolving into snickers.

Potter snorted with laughter. "How silly of me. My deepest apologies, Your Highness."

Draco threw a pair of emerald green Quidditch robes at the other man who caught them gracefully. As Draco began to put on his own pair of raven black robes with a silver trim, he glanced over at Potter, who was currently unbuttoning his shirt. Potter saw him looking and cleared his throat self-consciously, "Not really a good shirt for playing Quidditch in."

Draco simply nodded and continued to put on his gear, continuing to watch Potter out of the corner of his eye. The other man peeled off his button down shirt, revealing a simple, tight grey t-shirt underneath. He folded up his shirt and bent over to lay it on the ground, revealing a thin strip of tanned skin on his back that Draco couldn't help but stare at. He shook himself and pulled his eyes away. He could not let Potter catch him staring at his arse; he may get the wrong idea about Draco's intentions. Intentions that were becoming a bit confusing for Draco.

After the two men had all of their gear on, they headed outside to meet their sons. The two were holding brooms for their fathers and were bantering back and forth about who would win. Scorpius was holding the Snitch. "You're gonna kick Mr. Malfoy's arse, right Dad?"

Harry gave his son a sharp look. "Language, but yes I intend to."

"We will see about that. Malfoys are like a fine wine; they only improve with age."

Harry snorted and reached for his broom. "We shall see about that."

"Alright, are you both ready?" Scorpius asked. The two men nodded. Draco reached his hand out for Potter to shake. The two shook and turned to the birthday boy. "Alright, gentlemen. 3...2...1." And with that he released the Snitch and the two Seekers took off after it.