A/N: Thanks for reviews and Happy Mayday everyone! Here's the next chapter for you. You get to see Harry play overprotective father and I hope it also clears up some of Draco's behavior last chapter. Anyways hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

The first week of the summer holidays went by with everyone getting used to the new situation. Surprisingly though, they had easily fallen into a routine where Harry usually spent his time at home while Draco went to work every day and the kids came and went, along with Ginny, who had practices and meetings in odd days.

Being on a holiday with nothing productive to do, though, wasn't for Harry.

"I'm bored Gin." Harry whined leaning back on the kitchen chair.

"I don't care! Go play with Draco or something, as long as you stay out of here, I'm trying to cook you know." Ginny sighed.

"Why are you cooking anyway?" Harry asked.

"Lily is bringing her boyfriend today; I wanted to make an impression." Ginny said absentmindedly.

"Why would you need to make an impress…? Wait what?!" Harry exclaimed. "Lily is bringing some bloke home? Why wasn't I informed?!"

"She didn't tell you?" Ginny asked amused.

"No!"

"Oh well, now you know."

"Who is he?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes.

"I think his name was Alex."

"Surname?"

"Jones, if I remember correctly… Harry no, you're not gonna do a background check on him." Ginny said suddenly realizing what Harry was planning.

"You bet I am."

"No! Remember last time you did that? Lily wouldn't speak to you for a week after you scared her last boyfriend off." Ginny said.

"Good thing I did. He wasn't right for our daughter. He was too weak. Lily is too fierce and strong-willed person for someone like him, whatever his name was." Harry countered.

"Paul."

"Yeah, him. If he can't handle facing me, he won't be right for Lils."

"The kid was fourteen, Harry…"

"I flew against a dragon at fourteen." Harry commented but Ginny just ignored him and continued on:

"…And with you it's not just facing the father of your girlfriend; it's facing the Harry Potter, the Man-who-defeated-Voldemort etc. and the fact that you're the Head Auror. You're the world's hero; anyone would be intimidated by you."

"The only thing my tittles are good for – scaring away unfitting suitors for our kids."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Just give this one a chance, okay? From what I have heard, Lily likes him a lot." She begged.

"Fine, I'll try." Harry pouted. "But you can't deny my right to interrogate him of his intentions towards our daughter."

"Just be nice. He's not one of the criminals you interrogate at work." Ginny said as Harry stood up. "And this time no Auror robes!" She yelled after him.

"We'll see about that." He muttered as he walked out of the kitchen. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face at the thought of interrogating the boy. He needed to talk to Draco.

He headed up the stairs towards Draco's study and knocked sharply on the door before entering.

"Oi, Malfoy."

"What is it Potter?" Draco asked looking up from his papers.

"I need your help." Harry said. "Lily's bringing some bloke to dinner."

"And?" Draco drawled and Harry gave him a pointed look. "You want to interrogate him?" He asked a smirk forming on his face.

"Yes. But Gin said I need to tone it down as the last boyfriend Lily brought home I scared off."

"You did?" Draco chuckled.

"Yeah." Harry shrugged. "Good thing too… he was too weak and accommodative for Lils."

"You need to tell me about it sometime." Draco commented. "So what are you gonna wear? You can't possibly try to be intimidating in those clothes." He said looking at Harry's light blue jeans and a t-shirt.

"I know, that's why I came to you. You have more fashion sense than I have and Ginny does not exactly approve, so I can't ask her." Harry said.

"Hmm…" Draco hummed thoughtfully. "What did you wear last time, when the kid ran away?"

"I came straight from work so I had my Auror robes on."

"Well, that's out then." Draco commented standing up. "Let's see your wardrobe."

Harry led him to his room on the left wing and Draco walked straight away to his wardrobe.

"This is it?" He asked in disbelief, looking at the small pile of clothes Harry owned. There was a couple of outfits of Muggle clothing, and five robes; Auror robes, two everyday robes, dress robes and one set of battle robes.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't need any more clothes."

Draco stared at him in disbelief and was suddenly reminded of the conversation about Harry's childhood. He hid a wince as he remembered what had led to that and his own behavior. He was still beating himself up for falling to the old habits that Lucius and the circumstances during his childhood had forced into him. He had sworn to himself after the war that he wouldn't be that asshole anymore – he wouldn't have to pretend anymore. But still it seemed that the old habits had been carved so deep that it wasn't so easy to get rid of them. Somehow Potter always managed to rub him the wrong way and revert him straight back to being fifteen. A matter, which was not helped by the fact, that he had always been jealous of Potter, not really knowing any better.

Thus, after the berating he had gotten from Ginny and the Potter children – rightly so, he could admit now – Draco had locked himself into his room for hours angry with himself and surprised by the information he had found out of his old rival. He had needed to go through his image of Potter again, this time trying to forget their past and see the man for himself and not what Draco had always thought of him. Having done that, Draco felt guilty. Sure he had felt guilty many times during their fights in their childhood, but back then he wasn't in the position to actually do that so he had pushed the feeling away like a good Malfoy. But now he could really think about what kind of cruel things he had done and said to Potter and his friends and he really felt ashamed of himself. Sure Potter gave back as much as he got and the man – or boy back then – had a temper, like really, but it didn't mean he had deserved any of it.

So, Draco decided that it was time to swallow his pride and actually apologize to Potter, maybe even get to know the man for real and not just the image. And maybe Potter could do the same for him, not see him just as his old school rival or the son of a Death Eater, but for the man he had become and deep down had always been.

And so he had sought Potter out and apologized. Potter had been surprised of course, but easily accepted and had apologized as well, something Draco had not expected. Draco had offered his hand again and this time Potter shook it with a bright smile on his face and that was that. They had both agreed to forget about what happened in the past and try to get to know each other for real, something which had lessened the tension around them a great deal, or well, changed into another kind of tension that Draco was not ready to think about.

They did still argue regularly though and often annoy the hell out of each other, that hadn't changed at all. Still, they were now acting in a manner that could be almost described as friendly, which was the main reason Draco was not annoyed with Potter for interrupting his work for a fashion advice. Well, that and the fact that watching Potter interrogate a possible suitor for his daughter, sounded like fun.

"You have all that money and you… I'm so taking you to shopping Potter." He said half serious.

"Ginny always complains about my wardrobe too." Harry said rolling his eyes.

Dismissing the simile about being like Weaslette, he continued:

"Well, there's nothing in here you can wear." He said. "Come with me."

Draco led them back to the right wing into his rooms and went straight to his wardrobe and picked up a few set of robes.

"Here, choose one of these. They are informal robes, but can still make you seem intimidating." He said and Harry looked at them. There were black one with silver lining, a brown one and an emerald green one. "I think you should try the green one, it brings out your eyes and makes you look more powerful." Not to mention sexy, but he wasn't going to tell him that.

Harry nodded putting the robe on, which fitted itself to fit him and looked at himself from the mirror. The robes were perfect. He looked powerful and intimidating without looking too formal for a normal family dinner.

"Perfect." Draco said. "Now, we need to do something about that hair." He said thoughtfully unconsciously moving closer to Harry. Without thinking he reached his hand and pushed it through Harry's hair, revealing the faded scar.

"You just need to keep your hair away from scar…" Draco trailed off waving his wand over his hair till he realized what he was doing and how close he was to Harry. He found himself looking into his deep emerald eyes and was mesmerized by their beauty. Unconsciously both of them started slowly leaning in but the spell was spoken by a loud crash outside in the corridor.

"Err, so that's it." Draco said clearing his throat as he stepped back. "The rest is up to you."

"Right, err… thanks." Harry said. "I'll see you at dinner then, Dra-Malfoy." He continued before fleeing the room. No, nothing happened. He hadn't been just seconds away from kissing Draco Malfoy. No, Draco was just helping him. That was all.

Later that day found Harry following his daughter on her heels as she greeted her boyfriend by the door. The boy clearly tensed as he caught the sight of him, but greeted him politely and without stuttering, which earned the boy points in Harry's book.

So far better than the last one.

"Just go help your mother in the kitchen." Harry said to his daughter. "Alex and I are just going to have a small chat." He continued looking innocent as Lily narrowed her eyes at him.

"Play nice Dad." She said offering her nervous-looking boyfriend an encouraging smile before disappearing to the kitchen while Harry led Alex to the living room. Putting on his Auror mask, which he used in the interrogations, he sat down on one of the armchairs and gazed at the boy, who apparently thought himself worthy of dating his daughter.

Alex fidgeted under his gaze as he stood close to the door.

"Well, are you going to stand there all day?" Harry asked him finally, raising his eyebrow. "Sit." He said firmly and had to stifle a smirk as the boy reddened while he complied and sat down on the chair opposite him.

He was so enjoying this.

A silence fell upon them again.

"Erm… You have a lovely home, Mr. Potter." Alex said with a minimal stutter. Harry had to give points for the boy for courage. The last one hadn't been able to speak at all without stuttering.

Harry acknowledged the compliment with a curt nod and they fell silent again. Deciding he had let the boy suffer enough he asked:

"So, Alex. You're a fifth year at Hogwarts?"

"Yes sir." Alex said relaxing slightly. "I'm in Ravenclaw."

"A Ravenclaw?"

"Yes sir. My mother was one too."

"And what is your mother's name?"

"Megan Jones, sir." Alex said. "She was in your year, but was transferred into Beauxbatons in her second year when my grandparents moved to France."

"I see." Harry said. He vaguely remembered the boy's mother, but didn't think he had ever spoken to her.

"And your father?"

"Martin Blanc. He was a muggleborn my mum met back in France, but he died when I was little. I don't really remember him." Alex explained and Harry nodded. A half-blood then.

"And what makes you think you're good enough for my daughter?" Harry asked abruptly catching the boy off guard.

"I err… I… I don't know, Sir." The boy answered honestly not willing to look him in the eye.

Silence fell upon them again and Harry could see Alex start sweating.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"What?" The boy exclaimed surprised, his head snapping up and Harry almost burst out laughing at the look on his face. "I errr… I'm not sure. I was thinking of maybe being an Auror like my Dad was."

"It's a dangerous job. You'll make a lot of enemies. Your family will be in danger because of you." Harry commented wanting to see the boy's reaction. Alex wiped his sweaty hands on his robes and gulped. Harry could clearly see he was thinking what would be the best answer.

"I-I'm aware of that." He said.

Harry nodded narrowing his eyes.

"And what are your intentions towards my daughter? Are you going to marry her?"

"I-What?! A marriage? I, err, I don't… I mean, we are still young – only fifteen…"

"I was an army general at fifteen." Harry commented and Alex looked at him in disbelief clearly not knowing what to say to that.

"Come on Potter, leave the boy alone. He looks like he's gonna piss in his pants any minute now." Draco drawled entering the living room and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Letting his Auror mask fall Harry glared at him half-heartedly:

"Shut up Malfoy, you're ruining my fun." He said turning his gaze back to Alex, who was staring at him in astonishment. The look on the boy's face was so comical Harry couldn't keep it in anymore and burst out laughing with Draco following.

Alex looked at the laughing pair not knowing what to do.

After a few minutes Harry gathered himself and said:

"It's okay kid, I'm not expecting you to marry my daughter I was just playing you. In fact if you even think about asking her hand before she's well over seventeen, there will be consequences."

"Yes, sir." Alex said still not completely aware what was going on.

"Enough of that, call me Harry. 'Sir' makes me feel old." Harry said. "And congratulations you passed my test. The last boy Lily brought to see me fled before I was even halfway through my interrogation."

"I – err, thank you sir, err Harry." Alex said starting to feel slightly more at ease.

"Seriously though, you hurt my princess and I'll hunt you down and show you why not even Voldemort could get rid of me." Harry said with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Yes, sir!" Alex said paling.

"Good." Harry said his face clearing. "Now you only need to get through Lily's brothers and you'll have a permission to date her." He commented jovially as Alex paled a bit more.

"Now, to more pleasant matters; do you like Quidditch?

The day after meeting Lily's boyfriend (whom Harry grudgingly approved) found the Potter/Malfoy families enjoying the Sunday afternoon's sun on the grounds of the Potter Manor. James, Albus and Scorpius were flying on the Quidditch pitch while Lily was sunbathing by the pool. Harry himself was sitting under his favorite tree and reading a book while Draco was going through his paperwork by the table nearby. Really it was a wonder they had managed to drag the blond outside to begin with, as he seemed to be working all the time. Talk about a workaholic…

"So, have you planned anything for this summer, Dad?" Lily asked suddenly and Harry bit back a smirk as a thought came to him.

"Well, I was thinking of spending a few weeks in Florida… maybe Disney World?" Harry commented offhandedly suppressing a grin as the kids' faces light up and his daughter squealed:

"Yes! Florida! And I love Disney World!" She said excitedly and Harry shook his head in amusement. Harry had taken them at least once a year to some amusement park and the kids even now older loved it. The Disney World though, was by far their favorite.

"That okay with you guys?" He asked the boys smiling and all of them nodded though James a bit hesitatingly. "Alice is welcome to come along if she wants to." He added to him guessing the reason and received a bright smile from his son. "Malfoy, you in?" Harry asked turning to Draco, who was ignoring all conversation around him in favor of working.

"What?" Draco drawled. "I, going to some dangerous Muggle… thing… in your dreams Potter. Besides, unlike some, I've got work to do."

"Come on Malfoy, it's summer; you don't need to work. Just tell your boss you're taking a vacation." Harry said stretching.

"I am the boss, Potter." Draco sneered gritting his teeth as he put his quill down.

"Exactly my point." Harry said. "I think you're just scared of the dangerous amusement park. Seriously, have you ever even seen one?"

"I'm not scared!" Draco snapped.

Winking discreetly at the kids Harry continued:

"It's okay Draco; it's okay to be scared. I mean, I remember when Lily was little, maybe three-years-old, when she first came with us to the Disney World and got scared by Mickey Mouse…" He trailed off.

"Fine." Draco gritted his teeth. "Whatever Potter. I'll come to the stupid Muggle – thing."

"Great! We're leaving tomorrow at 10 am sharp." Harry said jovially.

"Tomorrow?! I can't just take off and…" Draco started.

"Who was your boss again, Malfoy?" Harry asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Urgh." Draco huffed glaring at Harry before storming off.

"Better go pack, kids." Harry winked at the snickering children before leaving too back to the house. On his way he ran into Ginny who was shaking her head in amusement.

"You just love taking a rise out of him."

"Whatever do you mean, Ginny dearest?" Harry asked innocently, but Ginny just shook her head.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!

So we have now reached the part which I haven't written already so it might take me a few weeks to post the next chapter. It is already partly written but with the end of the semester I have exams taking my time and not necessarily time to write. I'll do my best though to get the next chap for you as soon as possible! :)

Thanks,

- Dalnim