Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not me.
A/N: Well, everyone, this is the last chapter! Epilogue will be posted sometime this week, and then I have some other ideas I want to start working on. Enjoy!
Chapter 33
Later that evening, the five Potters lounged around the living room, all stuffed with dessert and chatting. The atmosphere was loving but subdued, especially as the night wore on. "Hey, Dad. I'm getting tired. Do you think it's time to head out?" Albus suggested with a yawn.
Harry nodded tiredly in agreement. "I guess it's about that time."
The family gathered together, exchanging good byes and confirming plans for later in the week. After all the hugs and goodbyes, Harry Apparated the pair to the living room of his flat. They had barely caught their balance when Albus opened his mouth to ask coyly, "So, Dad, is your flat connected to the Floo network?"
"Yes," Harry answered hesitantly. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could just pop over to Malfoy Manor, have a drink, say goodnight," he said with an innocent look.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. "You are exhausting. Let me guess, Scorpius is expecting us," Harry hypothesized with a raise of his eyebrow.
"He is, and it would be very rude to leaving him waiting."
Harry sighed exaggeratedly. "Alright, let's go then."
"You know we just want you two to be happy, and we were worried that you would avoid spending time together while we were home. So we came up with ways to force you to spend time together. Sorry if it seems like too much," Albus replied sheepishly.
Harry smiled warmly at his son. "I appreciate it, and you're right. I probably wouldn't have seen him at all, but we don't need to go overboard," he informed him fondly.
"Yeah, alright. That's fair. We'll tone it down," Al agreed reluctantly as he stepped into the Floo and made his way to Malfoy Manor.
Draco and Scorpius lay on the floor of the study, playing a rowdy game of Exploding Snap. Scorpius was drinking a bottle of butterbeer, and Draco sipping firewhisky out of a rocks glass. They had spent the last couple of hours in this position, enjoying the game and their drinks. Draco had had much more to drink than his son, making sure to not get his young teen drunk. "Aha! I win again!" Scorpius exclaimed excitedly.
Draco sighed in mock despair. "You're just too good for me," he declared. "You think you could cut your old man some slack and move on to a different game?"
Scorpius surreptitiously glanced at the clock before agreeing. "You want a refill while I'm up? I'll grab chess."
"Yeah I suppose I'll have a refill."
Scorpius smirked in response. "You drunk yet?" he asked giggling.
Draco glared playfully at his son. "Ha ha...I maybe a little tipsy, but I am certainly of age."
The sound of the Floo roaring to life prevented Scorpius from answering. "Hmm, I wonder who that could be," Scorpius said, his face the epitome of innocence.
Draco rolled his eyes, not falling for the innocent act for a second. "Harry and Albus are here, huh?"
Scorpius gave his father a hopeful smile. "We'll just have to go and see!" he sing songed as he skipped away.
Draco chuckled and followed his son at a more leisurely pace, his heart speeding up in anticipation of seeing Harry. "Well, look who's here! Harry and Albus, what a surprise," Draco observed, watching his son and his friend collapse into giggles.
"Hi, Draco. Our sons are very persistent in their attempts to force us together. Luckily for them, it's not terribly hard to convince me to come see you," Harry greeted, stepping forward to pull Draco in for a kiss. Draco pulled him closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. He blamed the alcohol but couldn't really bring himself to care.
"I suppose there are worse things they could be doing," Draco murmured against Harry's neck after he pulled away from the kiss.
Harry took a step back, chuckling quietly to himself. "Someone's been hitting the firewhisky tonight, huh?"
Draco had the decency to flush slightly but nodded to confirm Harry's suspicions. Scorpius and Albus giggled from a few feet away. "Well, I guess we'll just have to spend the night so you can take care of Mr. Malfoy in the morning," Albus suggested earnestly.
"I am not that drunk!" Draco protested. "But I certainly wouldn't mind waking up next to you tomorrow morning."
Harry sighed, glancing between the kids and his boyfriend. He was torn between wanting to stick to his original plan of keeping his distance when his son was home and melting into Draco's waiting, albeit drunk, arms. "Please," Draco pouted, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I want to hear all about your dinner."
"Alright, alright," Harry caved. "But there will be nothing happening in that bed besides sleeping."
There was a pair of identical, indignant squawks from the boys. "Gross, Dad," Albus admonished with a fake gag.
"You were the ones who insisted we come here," Harry pointed out. "Draco can be rather irresistible though so no promises." He gave his son a wicked smirk.
"Merlin's beard. Let's go to my room, Al," Scorpius said in horror and dragged his friend up the stairs.
Draco dissolved into laughter as their son's scampered away. "Well done. They deserved a little revenge," he mumbled in amusement. "Shall we head to the study to chat about your evening?"
Harry nodded in agreement and followed Draco into the study. Draco poured them both a glass of firewhisky and then settled onto the couch, snuggling up against Harry's chest. Harry smiled and laid a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "You sure you need more of that?" he asked, gesturing to Draco's glass.
Draco turned enough to glare at Harry. "I am not that drunk," he insisted.
Harry chuckled and kissed him again. "I'm just teasing you."
Draco made a sound of annoyance before snuggling back into position. "So how was the dinner?" he inquired curiously, taking a sip.
Harry launched into a description of how nice it was to be a family again, as well as how the talk about their relationship had gone. By the end of the night, he truly felt that his kids would be okay with it and overall things had gone really well. "It was better than I could have expected," he concluded with a content sigh.
"That's great!" Draco enthused. "Now that that's out of the way, I have a proposal for you."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Harry inquired.
"Well, now that all of your family knows, and Scorpius knows, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me at La Fleur Magique tomorrow night?" Draco suggested, swirling the firewhisky in his drink nervously. La Fleur Magique was one of the most popular restaurants in Wizarding London, and it was Draco's way of asking Harry to go public with their relationship. There would be a good crowd on a Sunday evening, and it wouldn't take long for news of the relationship to spread, especially since the Savior was involved.
Harry tensed at his question and paused. "You sure you want to go public?"
"Yes. I'm just ready for everyone to know that you're mine because I couldn't be happier about it, and I want to be able to go out with you in Diagon Alley or anywhere else. I know plenty of good places of Muggle London, but it would be nice to able to go wherever we want," Draco explained, somewhat in a rush of nerves.
Harry relaxed underneath him and wrapped his arms around Draco in a reassuring hug. "Then I would love to go to La Fleur Magique with you tomorrow night."
Draco smiled contentedly and shifted around to kiss the dark-haired man in whose arms he was wrapped. Harry returned the smile into the kiss and pulled Draco closer to him. The pair remained tangled together on the couch, kissing unhurriedly and enjoying the closeness. After several minutes of this, Harry pulled away reluctantly. "What do you say we move this to your bedroom? Maybe lose some of our clothes along the way."
"I thought you said we would just be sleeping," Draco teased.
"What the boys don't know won't hurt them," Harry responded with a playful smirk.
Draco laughed, Apparating the pair up to his bedroom, immediately stripping off Harry's clothes and pushing him back onto the bed. Draco paused for a moment, staring at the gorgeous man sprawled on his bed who looking up at him with a seductive smile on his face. Draco made quick work of his own clothes and crawled into bed with his lover. He threw one leg over Harry's thighs and tangled one hand into Harry's constantly messy hair. Draco leaned into kiss the other man gently, pulling back to stare into his bright, emerald eyes. "I love you, Harry Potter," he whispered, nuzzling into Harry's neck to avoid seeing the look in those piercing eyes.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered back without hesitation, grabbing Draco's head and crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss that promised many, many more to come.