Harry was sitting at the kitchen table the next morning, absently staring, lost in thought with his hands wrapped around his cooling mug of tea.
Hermione let herself in and smiled when she saw Harry. She quickly summoned the kettle for her own tea and sat down next to Harry, blowing over the steaming mug. He didn't seem to notice she was there, so she loudly cleared her throat. "So, am I to assume you got a good night kiss?" she asked with a knowing grin, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at his startled jump.
Harry blushed and looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Yes," he groaned and thunked his head onto the table. "'Mione," he whined. "Am I stupid to let him back into my life? Into Gabe and Teddy's?"
Hermione gently lifted Harry's head and shook her head, "I don't think so, no. Harry, I don't think you saw the utterly, ridiculously adoring look on that man's face last night if you're asking yourself that. Don't question it to death." Harry nodded wearily. "And even before he left like a prat, there was more there." Harry nodded again. "Well then. You saw him with the boys," Harry nodded again. "I don't think he'd be able to fake that, Harry. Not to mention the boys were practically moving him in." Hermione smiled softly at him, her hand on his arm. "Harry, you deserve to be happy. Draco—Merlin knows why—makes you happy and he's grown and changed a bit. Give him a chance, yeah?"
Harry stared off again, lost in thought. Hermione had a point. Draco made a real effort (not that it seemed to have been an effort) last night. He smiled. Draco got along with Hermione and Arnold and he even laughed and sat on the floor with the boys to show them some chess moves with the set he had gotten Teddy. He smiled, remembering the rich, deep sound of Draco's laugh; it had sent a warm shiver through his body, that ended at his interested groin, when he heard it.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and glanced at Hermione. "You've got a fair point, 'Mione. But don't you think I should be angry or at least make him suffer a little?"
"I'd really like to say yes," Hermione said with a smirk and clucked her tongue with a shake of her head. "But really, what would be the point? You made peace with him leaving years ago, yeah?" Harry nodded, starting to feel like a Muggle bobble-head doll. "I know you can't just pretend he's like any other guy you've dated; I get that. I don't think you really have to change how you go about dating him just because he is Gabe's other father. However," she added, pointing her finger on the table and drawing it around in a random pattern. "I can't say I'll blame if you make him squirm. A little."
Harry snorted a laugh then groaned. He didn't need the mental image of Draco squirming. He cleared his throat, "Well, in that case... we're, erm, going on a date tonight. Are you busy?" He asked, batting his eyelashes at her in a shameless imitation of his children.
"Yeah," Hermione giggled and slapped his arm. "I'm free," she sighed, trying to appear put upon. "Arnold pulled a late shift, so you're lucky. I'll be texting him to come over after work, so if you two come home late, be aware you'll have witnesses," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "Any idea where he's taking you?" She blew on her tea again, taking a small sip.
Harry shook his head, "No. I just told him to pick me up at seven." He stared off again. "Probably some fancy restaurant," he mused aloud. "I guess I'll find out tonight."
"Uh huh." Hermione chuckled, wagging a finger in mock seriousness. "Now, don't feel you have to put out just because he buys you an expensive dinner."
Harry blushed and rolled his eyes. "Hermione! Geez, he's my son's father, for Merlin's sake." He doesn't feel the need to remind her that he had 'put out' numerous times in the past. "Hmm, a basket of fish and chips would do it," he muttered, his eyes going a bit out of focus again, remembering the glorious heat and friction they'd always seemed to have. "Shit," he breathed. "The boys better see us off or I won't let him leave the house." His eyes widened as he clapped a hand over his mouth when he realized he had said the last part out loud.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione was laughing, miming wiping tears from her eyes. She sniffled dramatically. "I hope that man is prepared. You've got over a year's worth of sexual tension built up."
Harry shook his head, mock sadness on his face. "It really wouldn't matter, 'Mione. It's Draco," he said and tried not to sigh like a love-sick teenager. "There's just... something about him. When we were together, it was always..." he waved his hand around, searching for the right word, "intense. No matter how often, or how long it had been." He buried his face in his hands, groaning softly with embarrassed mortification. "I can't believe I'm talking about this. Out loud. With you," he groaned.
Hermione had the grace not to laugh this time, biting her lip to keep it in. "Pssh, people talk about sex with their friends all the time. You know I have no issues or hang-ups about it." She grinned and waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, "I know I've told you I find it extremely hot." She did laugh when Harry's hands fell and he gaped at her. "What? We've had this discussion before. The only reason I don't talk to you about my sex life more often is because you make that 'ick' face," she said, pointing at Harry when he made said face. "And I have no interest in you thinking about Arnold's spectacular bits." She took a sip of her tea, thinking a moment. "Anyway, if it's only going to be a sex thing, I would keep things causal with the boys or keep them from interacting too much. I'm pretty sure Gabe is already a little bit in love with him. He's too smart for his own good sometimes; I wouldn't be surprised if he comes up and just asks if Draco's his papa."
"'Mione!" Harry looked around frantically, shushing Hermione violently. He looked to the monitoring charm; it was blue, indicating Gabe was still tucked in his bed and sleeping. He calmed down slightly but he still lowered his voice, "I know, 'Mione. That's something else I've been agonizing over. I had no idea that blonde prat would worm his way in so fast. It's hardly been two days!" he sighed loudly, his hands scrubbing over his face. It hadn't felt like two days...
"I don't know who I'm kidding. I'm thrilled the boys love him, maybe they'll help me trick him into staying." He grinned, only half serious.
Hermione leveled a look at him and pursed her lips. "I'm really hoping you're joking about that, Harry James Potter," she said sternly, jabbing a finger in the air over his chest to emphasize the last three words.
"Of course I am, 'Mione." Harry raised his hands and smiled, tempted to bat his eyes at her again. "I seriously wouldn't use the boys, no matter how much I'd want to keep Draco around. Ugh, when I say it that way it makes him sound like a homeless kneazle or crup that followed me home." Abruptly he groaned and dropped his face in his hands again. "That reminds me, Gabe and Teddy have been ganging up on me for a pet. Again. With Gabe's birthday come up, those evil, little munchkins have been upping their game. They attacked me together the other day. Together, Hermione. I nearly said yes!" He groaned again and took a swallow of his luke-warm tea.
Hermione snickered. "I warned you they'd ask," she said with a smirk. "Repeatedly. I don't see the big deal, Harry. Pets are good for kids. You're home enough to take care of one. They're old enough to know how to treat one properly. What's the harm in getting them one?" she asked. "Of course, I'm recommending a Muggle cat or dog, since you're living amongst the Muggles still and probably will for quite some time..." she trailed off. "Maybe Arnold and I can get one for them?"
"No, thanks, Hermione." Harry stared into his mug, swirling the cooling liquid, watching as the bits of tea leaves swirled around the bottom. "I'm still thinking about it. I'll have a talk with the boys again, see if they still want one and if they can agree on what kind. Last time they couldn't decide and tried to campaign for one of each. After, of course, Gabe tried to vote for a dragon." Harry smiled softly and shook his head.
He wasn't kidding anyone; anything in reason that his kids wanted, Harry got for them. He loathed the idea of them being spoiled (he grinned as he thought of Draco) but he didn't want them to have practically nothing like he did growing up. He spent way too long agonizing over a way to say no or find a compromise to their demands and generally ended up giving them whatever it was. He should just learn to go with his first impression and save himself the hassle and maybe an ulcer. Did wizards get ulcers? Dammit.
"Sorry." He gave Hermione a sheepish smile. "Train of thought went off track there. I'm pretty sure I'll give in. Probably a puppy or dog. I don't really have any interest in cats or living with one." Harry remembered Mrs. Figg and Umbridge and nearly shuddered. "No offense to Crookshanks, of course." He stared off again, absently casting a warming charm on his remaining tea. "Maybe I'll take the boys to a Muggle shelter next week." He looked up, a small frown on his face. "Or should I wait until after Gabe's birthday party? It'll be kind of crazy; do you think a new dog will be OK so soon after coming home?" He stared intently at Hermione, practically willing her to have endless knowledge about this subject amongst the numerous others.
Hermione laughed softly, covering Harry's hands lightly with one of hers and giving it a reassuring pat. "Relax, Harry. His party is almost a month away. If the new dog isn't settled by then, they can hide at my place or a kennel for the night. Don't let that change your mind, yeah?" She gave his hand a final pat and lifted her mug again. "Besides, I think the boys will explode if you make them wait that long." She made a show of looking around the kitchen. "I really don't think this place will look good covered in splattered little boy bits."
"Hmm." Harry nodded thoughtfully and placed his mug down. "Right." He jumped slightly when the monitoring spell buzzed softly and turned orange. "Gabe's up," he said needlessly with a smile. "I guess I'll tell him first and let him tell Teddy." A few moments later, Gabe shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily and immediately climbed up into Harry's lap. His eyes drifted closed again as he rested his head on Harry's chest.
"Daddy," he mumbled, snuggling into his daddy's chest, "can I have some cocoa?" A quiet yawn accompanied the request.
Harry hummed thoughtfully and let his hands rub soft circles on Gabe's back, trying to sooth the little boy back into sleep. He'd only been asleep for 20 minutes, not nearly long enough for anyone to be happy later. Soon enough, Gabe was back to sleep, his arms and legs hanging limply over Harry's sides.
Hermione took in the scene before her, a smile on her face. If Draco didn't grab that with both hands, there was no help for him. She stood silently and kissed Harry and Gabe on the top of their heads and quietly slipped out the back door to Apparate from the garden.
~*O*~
Draco paced along the floor in his room.
Again.
He checked his watch and nearly hexed the damn thing when it had only advanced 2 minutes since last he checked. It felt like an hour. Dammit. It was not even five o'clock yet and he was already climbing the walls. Would Harry think it strange if he showed up now? Would he think Draco desperate? "Ugh!" he grumbled aloud. "It's not like he won't be happy to see me." He nodded once to himself and apparated right from his room to the rear garden at Harry's house.
He approached the back door, hand raised to knock when he heard a high pitched scream. His heart knocked painfully in his chest, stealing his breath and making everything go speckly and hot for a moment, and he drew his wand without realizing it. He just barely resisted the urge to kick the door in, easing it open quietly instead. Oh Merlin, if something happened to Harry or the boys... He cut the thought off viciously and he let himself inside the door, his wand drawn and ready. He looked around frantically, before his gaze fell to the floor. He dropped hard onto his knees when he saw Harry and the boys, writhing on the floor in a tight pile of bodies. He heard Harry make a noise of distress and he raised his wand carefully, ready to shout any counter-curse he could think of. Everyone went still and Draco felt his whole body freeze.
"Harry!" Draco called out, carefully reached over, grabbing Harry's shoulder and gently turning him. "Harry?" he asked, confusion mixing with concern. His wand trembled in his hand as he stared in shock at Harry's face when he had turned over. His green eyes were wet with tears, but bright with happiness he slowly realized feeling stupid and dazed.
The boys, Draco now realized, were giggling and tickling each other. His chest finally relaxed, seeming to unclench, and he sighed with relief. He didn't even realize he had placed a hand on his chest, his breathing coming in sharp pants. His eyes were still dazed, but they were prickling and he wanted to hex Harry (and maybe those noisy little boys) for scaring the fuck out of him and making him panic like he did.
"Oh, Merlin!" Harry scrambled up to his knees. "Draco! I'm sorry we scared you!"
Before Draco could deny he was scared (because fuck, he had been and if Harry could tell it must have been obvious) Harry had him wrapped in a tight embrace. He immediately brought his own arms up and relaxed in Harry's arms, his wand drooped and fell from his relaxing fingers, clattering to the floor forgotten. Harry's hands smoothed up and down his back, hands just about to untuck his shirt and slip under his shirt when two pairs of smaller arms wrapped around him (and Harry) as well. He could barely make out excited chatter of 'daddy', 'birthday' and 'puppy'.
"Really, I am sorry we scared you Draco," Harry murmured, his lips right by Draco's ear. "The boys got so excited. You've heard the noises they make, like a dying kneazle sometimes," he said, still quietly murmuring in Draco's ear, his hands gently carding through his pale hair.
Draco felt boneless under Harry's touch, his thudding heart slowing slightly but not getting much of a chance to shift from its panicked state to one of arousal as Harry's hands were massaging and touching everywhere he could reach. He remembered to nod and mumble something that would sound like 'it's alright' before he felt small fingers tickling his side. Draco flinched and tried not to laugh. Damn! The small fingers unerringly found his one ticklish spot. He writhed out of reach, barely suppressing an unmanly squeak (or worse, a giggle) and wriggled out of the group hug to stand, carefully brushing wrinkles out of his trousers.
Harry was smiling, his eyes still sparkling.
"Now, what was the news that caused such a scene?" Draco drawled, lips twitching with the effort of holding back a smile, trying hard to ignore Harry's amusement at his expense. It wasn't hard, that smile was worth it.
Gabe immediately jumped up from the floor, bouncing on his toes, his hands clasped in front of himself. His silvery grey eyes were sparkling up at Draco. "Daddy said we can get a dog!" He pumped a small fist in the air and whooped. "Me and Teddy get to go with daddy tomorrow to pick one." He looked at daddy a moment. "Daddy, can Mister Malfoy come, too?" He looked at the shocked blonde with a bright smile. "I think you could help pick a good one." He and Teddy nodded together, both looking between Mr. Malfoy and daddy intently, waiting for an answer.
Harry stifled a laugh and glanced at Draco a moment before addressing his children again. "We'll discuss it later and let you know, OK?" Both boys groaned but agreed. "Off with you, hooligans. You can watch some telly until aunt Hermione comes." The boys scrambled out of the room, the television clicking on a moment later. As soon as the boys were through the door, Harry grabbed Draco in his arms again. "I'm sorry you got so freaked out but I can't tell you how it feels to know you'd come barging in here, wand 'a' blazin', Draco." He grinned before letting his lips slide across the blonde's pale neck like he wanted (no, needed) to earlier. "Surprisingly arousing," he murmured against the pale skin. "Who'd have thought that would be sexy?" he murmured between nibbles and nips of the soft flesh under Draco's ear, knowing it would make Draco moan and squirm. He probably shouldn't want to make the blonde moan and squirm, but he did. Very much so.
Draco moaned softly, unable to stifle the sound. "I didn't even think," he murmured, sounding a curious mix of confused, disgusted and turned on. "I don't think I've ever done something like that before. I'm no Gryffindor," he tried to sneer but his mouth was busy trying to clamp down over soft moans, but he still tilted his head to give Harry better access to his neck. "Oh fuck," he breathed when he felt Harry's tongue lave a hot, wet path behind his ear before his lips clamped down harshly as Harry sucked at his pulse point. His hands fisted in Harry's t-shirt, pulling the dark haired man closer.
"Hmm." Harry chuckled, "Not yet," he teased, his teeth gently nipping along his Adam's apple and collarbone. "Maybe you're some freak hybrid like me, the noble yet calculating Slythindor." He nipped harder at Draco's ear lobe when the blonde snorted derisively. A breathy chuckle met his retaliation and he leaned back just enough to look Draco in the eye. "I'm serious, if the kids weren't there, there would have been clothes removed. Wand-lessly," he said pointedly, smirking when he saw Draco's eyes darken.
"Oh gods," Draco groaned when he realized Harry said that knowing how Draco responded to it. "You are a fucking Slythindor," he said with a breathless sounding chuckle and shook his head. "I can't believe it. However, it explains so much," he smiled and slipped his hands down to grip Harry's arse and used it to bring their bodies closer. "So much," he whispered, his lips landing on Harry's again. He felt Harry chuckle and nod against his lips. Just as he was intending on devouring the man's mouth, he felt Harry's body stiffen. He slowly pulled back. "What?"
Harry's eyes darted to the door and he mouthed, 'the boys' and gently released Draco to smooth his clothing. A moment later both boys burst into the kitchen. "Dad!" Teddy was waving his arms around. "Me an' Gabe have decided! We wanna dog. Okay?"
"Yeah," Harry said slowly while he nodded and smiled at both boys. "I thought we've already decided that, though." He leaned down and picked up Gabe. "I also thought you munchkins were watching the telly."
Gabe shook his head and looked at Teddy quickly. "No, we was deciding but the telly was on." He gave Harry a sly look, "Does it count if we weren't watching, daddy?" He looked at Harry and then Draco. "I don't think it counts if we weren't watching. So, we still get the same telly time, right?"
"Good point," Harry laughed and nodded, gladly leaving Hermione to sort the boys out later. "Okay, so what did you decide?" he asked, looking between the tow boys.
Teddy made a grand sweeping gesture, "That we'd all go! And pick a big dog! No little ones." He stretched his arms wide, indicating size, then he nodded decisively. Little dogs bit your ankles and peed on everything. He had wisely informed Gabe of this when his annoying little brother said something about liking Chihuahuas (or something, some sort of tiny, Muggle dog).
"Hm." Harry only now noticed that Teddy's hair was the same pale blonde shade as Draco's. He smiled. "Alright. Sounds fine to me, but only if Mister Malfoy wants to. We're not making him go. Either way, we have to wait and see what dogs are there. And remember, like I said before, we can always go back if they don't have one we want." He didn't really expect either boy to willingly walk out of the place without a dog, though.
Gabe gaped up at daddy, "But daddy! That's not fair. We need to pick one." He wriggled in daddy's arms, and was quickly lowered to the floor. He wagged a stern pudgy finger at daddy and Teddy. "We pick a good one, who will be nice." He smiled when daddy and Teddy both nodded dutifully. He muttered a final "OK" and then he ran out of the room, grabbing Teddy on the way.
Draco struggled not to laugh. "Kids are kinda bossy," he murmured, grabbing onto Harry as soon as the door had closed.
"Mmhmm," Harry nodded absently. "At times." Harry smirked. "Can't imagine where he got that from. But mostly, that was Gabe's way of showing how much he likes you. And wants to spend time with you." He smiled, shaking his head softy, a teasing glint in his eye. "I can't imagine why, though."
Draco pulled an offended face, leaning back to look at Harry. "Shut it, Potter. I'm very likeable," he said, lifting his chin. He smirked, shifting so he was pinning Harry against the closest counter, with his leg firmly nestled between Harry's. He watched as Harry's eyes fluttered closed, a soft groan leaving his lips. He can feel Harry's arousal pressing against him. "See?" he intoned, pressing closer and kissing Harry.
Harry gently removed Draco's arms from his waist and gave him an apologetic smile. "I need to shower and change if we're going anywhere on time." He made his way to the door, "What should I wear? Something fancy?" His gaze traveled Draco's form. The blonde was, as usual, dressed just this shy of formal. His charcoal trousers and nearly black cashmere jumper could almost be called causal for the man. The hint of a light blue collar under the jumper was a very nice touch, too.
"Surely you have something other than jeans and t-shirts?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow, just a hint of disbelief in his tone. "Just wear something nice, Harry," he said with a fond eye roll. He smiled and made a shooing gesture. "I'll entertain myself while you get ready."
Harry nodded and left before coming right back in. "Oh, I almost forgot; Hermione will be here in about twenty minutes. She's watching the boys." With that, he smiled as he left again and headed to get ready.
~*O*~
Harry made his way back down to the parlor, a smile growing on his face when he heard numerous happy voices. As he made his way in the room, his smile widened. Hermione was on the sofa with Draco, they were talking and laughing with each other. Gabe was perched on Draco's lap, appearing to be sleeping. Teddy was on the floor, atop his large pillow, attention riveted to the telly. His hair was still pale blonde and he'd changed his eyes to the same silvery grey Draco and Gabe shared, though they shifted to an icy blue every so often.
Hermione was the first to see him, and she smiled when she looked up. "Hi, Harry," her eyes darted to Draco and Gabe a moment and her smile grew.
Harry was hoping she'd keep whatever comment she was thinking about the pair to herself, he really didn't want her to embarrass Draco. He wiggled his fingers in a wave. "Hey, 'Mione," he said and made his way over to Draco. "Is he asleep?" he asked indicating Gabe.
Gabe opened his eyes and grinned, "No! I was tricking you daddy!" He giggled and threw an arm around Mr. Malfoy's neck. "I told aunt Hermione we was getting a dog and she said she thinks we should get a cat." He wrinkled his nose at the very idea and leaned forward to whisper to daddy, "I don't wanna cat, daddy."
Harry could see Draco's smirk and solemnly nodded at Gabe, "Me neither." He grinned at Hermione and shook his head. "No cats, sorry, Hermione. We don't like cats." He eased himself down between Hermione and Draco after a moment. "So, I got dinner done and it's ready whenever you guys are." He nudged Teddy with the toe of his shoe, "And no complaining. Aunt Hermione is well aware what you can and can't eat so no sneaky ploys."
Teddy huffed but nodded. He had gotten out of eating brussels sprouts once by telling aunt Hermione he was allergic to them, but she had asked dad about it later and he was easily caught.
Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek before standing, "I'll have my cell should the need arise." He absently patted his pocket where the phone was. "Oh, no fussing, Teddy. It's mac and cheese." He rolled his eyes when Teddy perked up and licked his lips and rubbed his stomach dramatically.
Draco carefully extracted himself from Gabe reluctantly, Harry was pleased to notice, and stood next to Harry. "We should go, the reservation's at seven. Hermione," he said as he bowed, "Thank you for allowing Harry a night out." He smirked at Harry. "Teddy. Gabe. Always a pleasure to see you both." He nodded to both boys shaking their hands firmly as they giggled at his formality, and he made his way to the front door.
Harry rolled his eyes and swept everyone into a group hug. "Thanks 'Mione. Boys, be good." He kissed all the heads and finally released the wiggling children. He joined Draco in the hallway. "Okay, ready." He lifted his arm to link with Draco's. "Lead the way," he said with a grin and after Draco gave him a quick peck on the lips, felt the familiar tug of Apparition.
~*O*~
Harry opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised when he saw Draco leading them towards a Muggle restaurant. A casual Muggle restaurant. He looked over to the blonde to see him smirking at him.
"What? Expecting some stuffy five-star restaurant, Potter?"
Harry laughed, nodding a bit sheepishly. "Well, yeah actually." He gave the arm still linked with his a quick squeeze. "But this is great too. I don't have to wear stuffy formal robes or remember which fork to use." He smiled at Draco and enjoyed the pleased look that crossed the blonde's face.
They approached the door and Draco opened it for him, his hand at the small of his back. As they walked in Harry looked around and had to stifle the urge to laugh. Draco had taken them to one of the many theme restaurants that Muggles enjoyed. There were strange Muggle objects (some even he wasn't familiar with) on the walls and he was pretty sure he saw half of a car stuck on the ceiling as they walked past a section to their table. Sneaking a glance at Draco, he had to bite his lip again so he wouldn't laugh. Draco was looking around the restaurant, a strange mix of revulsion and fascination on his face.
Harry leaned over when they sat down and whispered, "Are you sure you want to eat here? I don't mind finding another place."
Draco sneered lightly at the plastic coated menu but shook his head, "No, this is fine. Might as well get used to it, right?" He raised an eyebrow at the menu and tilted it towards Harry. "Are these symbols for soga?" he asked, pointing to a block of colorful logos at the bottom of the menu.
"Soda," Harry corrected with a soft smile. "And yes. I did say there were many flavors. Pick one at random, I have a feeling you're going to like any of them. And why exactly is this," he waved a hand around the restaurant, "something to get used to?"
Draco folded his menu and rested his chin on his palm. "Well, you're living amongst Muggles. The boys are, as well. I don't think that's going to change any time soon." Harry nodded, indicating that was true and Draco hummed. "And, I heard these places are family oriented, so." He shrugged. He was anticipating the chance to take the boys out to eat, enjoying the mental image of a family dinner out with a very private, warm thrill.
"I see," Harry nodded, stunned. "Well, in that case I know what I want." He smiled, not referring to his food choices only.
Shortly, a perky blonde waitress came for their order. Her perkiness dimmed slightly after her flirting with both men was politely ignored. Soon enough both men had their food and Draco was happily enjoying his third soda, but not the greasy yet bland pasta. He wasn't sure if Muggles had different kinds of chickens but he was fairly sure the strange white lumps on top of pasta was not chicken, at least not as he knew of it. He glanced down at it distastefully, making a mental note to avoid Muggle chicken in the future.
"Harry," Draco wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, grimacing slightly at the rough texture. "I was curious what you've been doing with yourself these days." He only wondered after he saw Harry as he had come down the stairs earlier. The man was still fit, and his thoughts had quickly, and easily, wandered to what he did to keep in shape. "I've only just realized I hadn't asked before." He felt a bit like a prat that he hadn't asked before now and he subtly wipes a damp palm down his thigh, feeling like he was on a first date.
Harry smiled and shook his head, "I'm working on getting my teaching degree. I'm already qualified for Hogwarts, apparently just getting certain N.E.W.T.s is enough. Muggles, though, require all sorts of certificates before you can teach. I know I could transfigure something but I want to at least be somewhat qualified. I study at home, for now." He smiled at Draco. "Other than that, I'm just a dad," he said with a careless shrug.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. "That's it?" He let his gaze wander over Harry, even leaning over slightly to look him all over. He was letting the 'just a dad' comment go for now, sure he wasn't just a dad. Even he knew there was more to it.
"Is there anything else you think I should be doing?"
Draco smirked, "Quidditch maybe. It's the only thing I can imagine that's kept that arse looking like that." And Harry's arms. And his chest. And his stomach. He was regretfully without updated visuals, but he had felt those parts and was quite aware they weren't lacking.
"Oh." Harry tried not to blush, fighting back vivid memories of how much Draco did indeed enjoy his arse. "Well, I do still play some weekends. Or Muggle football with Arnold and his mates."
Draco hummed and nodded. "I thought so. It would be criminally unfair otherwise."
Harry could only shrug. "Chasing after two young boys doesn't hurt either. What about you, yeah? What've you been doing— And why... why did you come back?" He had his suspicions and he was fairly certain he was not any of the reasons, not really. There had been too much surprised in the blonde's face the other day in Diagon Alley.
Draco shifted uncomfortably a moment before taking another sip of his soda. "Malfoy Industries has many holdings in America, New York specifically, so I've been running things from there. I was surprised I liked it over there so much and that's the only real reason I was there so long. Six months became a few years." He smiled ruefully, "If I'd known... well, I would have at least visited sooner." He cleared his throat softly, "As for why I came back... there are a couple of different reasons. Mainly, I intend on selling the Manor." He nodded at Harry's surprised expression. "Father died a few years ago and Mother is living in France. Quite happily and she's no wish to return. I have no real interest in living in that house any longer."
He wasn't sure if he wanted to admit, even to Harry, that he held no fondness for the massive house any longer, if he ever did. Lucius dying in a freak accident was one of the best things to happen to him and Draco still felt like a massive bastard whenever he had that thought. His father had survived two separate occasions of service beside Voldemort (and two wars) and ends up being killed by a Muggle car driven by an 80 year old man.
The irony wasn't lost on Draco, part of the reason he felt like such a bastard was his amusement over the whole thing. Unfortunately for Lucius, he was conducting wizarding business in Muggle London, so when the accident happened, none of his fellow business-wizards knew what to do and Lucius had died before they were able to get him out of view of Muggles and apparate him to St. Mungo's. He didn't come back for the funeral, apparently his mother insisted on a very private ceremony and managed to keep it from the media. He felt a strange sense of apathy when he realized he didn't even know where his father was buried. He only assumed the Malfoy mausoleum, but wouldn't put it past his mother to have him elsewhere for spite.
"Oh," Harry said softly and coughed lightly, his voice still soft when he continued. "I'm sorry about your parents. I didn't know."
Draco waved a hand absently. "Thank you but please don't be. Even as a child we weren't close. Mother remarried shortly after Father died, refusing to have anything further to do with the Malfoy name. I can't really blame her," he muttered quietly. "I haven't seen her in years and she made it clear she wants to keep it that way." He took another sip of his soda, enjoying the bubbles in the beverage pop on his tongue for a moment.
"I can admit I'm torn. I have no idea if I even want to tell her about Gabe." Draco looked at Harry closely, "I'm torn because I know she'll want to meet him and I really don't want that." He shook his head when he saw Harry open his mouth to speak, "No, it's not something I want to hide but I'm not interested in trying to revive a relationship with the woman," he stated firmly. The last thing he wanted was Harry to think he wasn't proud (or happy) with the new information of Gabe being his son. He also didn't want his mother anywhere near the child.
Harry could only stare for a moment, blinking rapidly as his mouth opened a few times. He was stunned and a little sad. "But, Draco, she's your mother."
Draco tried not to shrug, "In title only. Harry," he paused a moment to gather his thoughts. "My parents were the main reason I convinced myself I didn't want to get married or have a family. I didn't want to... Well, I had no interest in continuing the traditions I was raised with. Now that I'm as good as on my own, I can do whatever I wish," he said, feeling a little giddy with the realization. "I just—" He sighed heavily. "Gods, I just wish I knew how."
He reached for Harry's hand, a smile spreading on his face when Harry twined their fingers together without hesitation. He was sure he could easily learn how to be a good father from Harry. Draco made himself look at Harry, meeting Harry's eyes intently as he spoke next, "I want to know what you want."
"What I want?" Harry frowned in confusion.
Draco nodded, once. Firmly. "Yes," he said. "What you want. From me. What do I have to do?" he asked.
"Oh." Harry sat back in his seat. It wasn't something he really had to think about. He only worried that Draco didn't want the same thing. He knew Draco wouldn't lie or say something he thought he wanted to hear, but he just wasn't sure how deep Draco really wanted to go. Especially right now. "Well, that's hard to say. I haven't a clue where this," he waved his hand between the two of them, "is going." He huffed softly and ran a hand through his hair. "If it's not obvious, I want you. In every way. I don't expect—"
Draco cut Harry's words off with a raised hand, "Before you continue, I agree. I want you, the kids, all of it." He smiled and nodded at Harry's shocked expression. "I've had time to think and re-evaluate some things. I had almost four years to miss you," he admitted softly. "I didn't let myself realize how much until I saw you again. And then Gabe. Gods, Harry. I had no idea I even wanted kids until I saw the picture you made with him."
He shook his head sadly, "I understand why you didn't say anything, and believe me I don't blame you. I regret being such a bastard, but it's probably for the best it worked out this way." He reached across the table to grab Harry's other hand and squeezed it gently. "I don't think I would have been able to accept this before now, so don't go all noble Gryffindor on me." He smiled. "The only thing I'm not sure about is being a father, Harry. I don't want to be like my father was; harsh and cold." He frowned lightly, still unsure just how he was going to cope. "No, I want to hug my child when the urge strikes me. I always wondered if my father ever actually wanted to hug me or speak a kind word of encouragement but just didn't know how."
Harry was shocked into silence. He had never imagined Draco would say such things, especially not so soon. It made things squirm and clench with warmth and something quite pleasant. He shook himself from his daze and forced himself to say "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Draco didn't hold back the urge to roll his eyes this time, but he smiled while he did it. "I'm sure. I wouldn't say it otherwise. I know how serious this is for you, and believe me I'm taking it seriously as well. I'm thinking we should take all the steps. Date, move in together, marry." He sat back, smirking at the dazed look on Harry's face. He did so enjoy how expressive Harry's face was...
Harry blinked owlishly. "Married?" he murmured, feeling tingly. "Merlin..." he breathed. "Draco—"
"I listed them in that order for a reason, Harry," Draco interrupted. "I have no intention of ruining things by moving too fast. Even if things don't work out for us," he swallowed heavily, throat tight at the mere thought. "I still want to be there for Gabe." He didn't know how that would work out, only that it was something he truly wanted. He'd already come to adore the little bugger, he couldn't imagine being cut off now. It hurt something inside to think of he and Harry not working, but he pushed the thought aside and focused on Harry, realizing he was looking dazed and flushed.
Harry's head bobbed, his body twitched and he jerked his hand out of Draco's as he stood suddenly. "Erm, excuse me a moment, yeah? Bathroom," he mumbled hastily in explanation and made his way to the rear of the restaurant.
Draco stared at Harry's rapidly retreating figure, a look of shock and concern on his face. Did he say the wrong thing? Shit.
Harry burst into the bathroom, his eyes prickled and his chest heaved as he tried to restrain the storm of emotions whirling through him at Draco's words. He had never dreamed he would hear such things from Draco, let alone so soon. He surreptitiously pinched himself, flinching at the sharp prick of pain. Not a dream, then. He turned to the row of sinks and splashed his face with cool water.
He had been so close to just jumping across the table and ravishing Draco. The only thing that kept him from throwing up a privacy charm was the fact they were in a Muggle restaurant. He needed to calm himself down. He was splashing more cool water on his face when the door opened behind him. He barely registered someone coming in behind him until he felt arms circling his waist. He nearly jumped in alarm before he heard Draco's soft voice in his ear.
"I'm sorry," Draco started. "I didn't mean to upset you. I thought—" He wasn't given a chance to finish what he thought before Harry had turned in his arms and covered his lips with his own, stopping Draco's thoughts as well as his mouth. He couldn't breath for a moment as Harry's arms tightened around him and he practically attacked him with his mouth. The kiss was passionate, desperate and heated and it made his head swim pleasantly. He whimpered softly when he felt Harry pull away.
"Shut up," Harry muttered against his lips. "I needed to leave or I would have caused a scene." He fisted a hand into Draco's shirt, using it to pull both of them into the nearest stall and slamming the blonde against the closed door. "Draco," he moaned softly, "you have no idea..." he trailed off as he slid his lips along Draco's jaw and pale neck. His hands slid down Draco's back to lightly squeeze his arse before sliding around to firmly grasp Draco's growing erection.
He paused only long enough to shrug a shoulder and mutter 'fuck it'. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before and he certainly wasn't going to regret it—no matter how things turned out. He wasn't strong enough to resist Draco, never had been. He supposed it was nice to see something that hadn't changed.
A moment later Harry was kneeling in front of Draco, his hands furiously working the buttons open. He resisted the urge to just tear them apart (he hated the complicated trousers Draco felt compelled to buy) and focused. A triumphant noise escaped Harry once he got the fittings open and eased out Draco's prick. He paused, staring with strangely fond affection. He had missed Draco, especially the excited bit twitching and leaking at him.
"Gods, the things that that mouth can do," he muttered, realizing Draco's words were what had him on his knees in a public bathroom.
Not that he minded. He wasn't exactly an exhibitionist, but he wasn't about to stop either. He shuffled closer, loosely wrapping a hand around the base, snug against the (not-so-surprisingly) soft patch of darker blonde hair.
Draco stifled a gasp, his head falling back against the wall. Before he could stop himself, he let his hands bury into the mass of silky dark hair as he felt Harry's hot breath ghost over his erection. He should stop him, a bathroom was no place for—
"Fuck!" he choked out as Harry's mouth engulfed him. He looked down, intent on stopping Harry but lost his breath as he looked in the smoldering green eyes that looked back up at him, crinkled enough in the corners for Draco to know Harry was smiling, the bastard. "Fuck," he whispered again, everything getting warm and tight at the way Harry would look up occasionally with that faux-coy look. Of course, any ideas of a demure Harry Potter was completely ruined with the way he bobbed, sucked, licked and generally just worshiped Draco's prick like it was his job.
Harry bobbed up and down a few times before his used the flat of his tongue to swipe a hot, wet stripe from balls to the head before swirling around the tip, a hum of pleasure was sent vibrating through Draco as he dipped his pointed tongue into his the pearling slit, licked the now steadily leaking pre-come. Draco moaned as he swallowed him to the root, his throat swallowing and constricting around his cock briefly before he'd pull back and swirl around the flushed head. He hummed happily again, quite aware the vibrations were driving Draco insane.
He wasn't surprised when he heard a chocked "Oh, Harry! I'm—"
Draco groaned, mortified he had come so fast. "Harry. Brilliant," he panted, strangely happy he was able to string together a semi-cohesive thought. His knees were wobbly and he could feel sweat pooling at the small of his back. Still. Bloody fantastic.
"Sorry." He groaned again as Harry gave one last gentle swirling lick before carefully tucking him back into his trousers. "Been awhile," he managed with a slight pout, feeling a bit disgruntled when Harry only shrugged, a smile playing about his lips. He watched as Harry carelessly waved a hand over his own pants, vanishing a wet spot and he swallowed the question he was about to ask about 'helping' the other man. He wanted to pout; he had wanted to at least shove a hand down Harry's pants.
"Quite alright," Harry said, a little smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. He licked his lips, doing a rather obscene job of it simply because Draco's gaze was so focused on his mouth. He hummed happily, feeling quite the sappy pervert to realized he had missed that taste.
Draco pulled Harry up from his kneeled position and wrapped his arms around him tightly, burying his nose in Harry's neck. Harry always smelled so good, but never better than when he'd just come and was still turned on. He kissed him softly before leaning back.
"Mhm. Me too," Harry said, agreeing with the 'been awhile' statement. He smirked at Draco's shocked look. "What?"
"Nothing," Draco finally said. "I don't know if this is the best time to mention that I've only slept with two people since we were together," he blurted. He wanted Harry to know but he also wanted Harry to feel compelled to share if he had, too. He had an idea what caused Harry's reaction, but he didn't feel ready to discuss it just yet. He was still reeling from the effects of Harry. Rarely did he think clearly around the man when in such a state and didn't want to fuck anything up.
Harry shrugged and pulled the blonde into a tight hug before opening the stall door. "Me too," he said again. "I didn't expect you to be a monk," he said honestly. As far as he knew, when Draco had left was the end of their relationship. "Especially since I really didn't think you'd be back any time soon."
Draco nodded, masking the irrational and strong surge of jealousy he felt at Harry's casual admittance to sleeping with other people. He really couldn't blame the man, not one bit. Draco didn't stop himself from fucking other men, why should Harry be expected to? He felt small and unfair, but he couldn't smush the little voice that was petulantly complaining about Harry being his, and only his. Breakup (and his moving to another fucking country) not withstanding, of course.
He shook his head softly and smiled at Harry before pinning him against the bathroom door. "Yes, well. I am now, so it's only me from now on, Potter."
"Of course, Malfoy." Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. "Same goes for you," he murmured and kissed him again, beaming happily when Draco nodded seriously.
~*O*~
Draco stood next to Harry, staring at the cheery front door with trepidation. Would Harry mind if he wanted to come in or was he looking forward to spending time with the kids alone? He checked his watch hoping for the former, wondering if they were home past the boys' bedtime. He turned his head when an elbow gently prodded his side.
"Did you want to come in or...?" Harry asked, looking to him expectantly.
Draco nodded, "Certainly. Where else could I possibly want to be?" He enjoyed when Harry's cheeks went pink, turning abruptly to the door and unlocking it, both with the key and lifting the wards.
As they made their way down the hallway, several voices could be heard, confusing Harry slightly. He checked his watch. It was after 10, so the boys should have been in bed at least a half hour ago. They stepped into the parlor and Harry ran across the room, a happy whooping noise coming from him. Draco smirked, well aware now where the boys had learned it.
"Neville!" Harry said happily, hugging his friend tightly. "When did you get back?"
Neville smiled, patting Harry's back affectionately. "Just an hour ago. I called 'Mione and headed right over. She was just about to text you and warn you you'd be having guests." He grinned then leaned back and noticed Draco standing in the doorway, looking strangely uncertain. His smiled dimmed, but didn't drop completely. "Hi, Malfoy," he said kindly, hoping to set the blonde at ease. He had made peace with Draco years ago, the only other one of Harry's friends to do so. He carefully peeled Harry off him and shook Draco's hand when the blonde had approached, shoulders ever-so-slightly bent forward warily. "How are you?" He didn't miss the grey eyes darting between him and Harry, jealously lurking dangerously in the steely depths.
"Good." Draco looked to Harry before he answered, "I'm good. Yourself?"
Neville grinned and clapped a hand on Draco's back, making the blonde rock forward slightly. "Fantastic!" He raised a finger at Draco. "So, you're back in town, yeah? I bet seeing this one was a shock," he jerked a thumb at Harry. He grinned again, pleased to see both wizards' cheeks go pink. It eased any lingering concerns he might have had about Draco. That and the warmth that flitted across his face when he briefly glanced at Harry.
"Yes." Draco said, chuckling softly as he nodded. "It certainly was," he agreed. Harry quickly gained Neville's attention again and Draco took a few steps back, content to watch the interaction for a moment. He looked around the room, trying to hide a sigh of relief and hurried to sit next to Hermione and Arnold. "Merlin, anyone else going to pop out of the woodwork?"
Hermione laughed. "Yes, actually. Neville's fiancé should be here shortly." She smirked and looked away, sipping at some amber liquid from a small glass.
Draco didn't bother wondering about the smirk as his gaze landed on Harry again. His cheeks were flushed with excitement (and happiness) and his eyes were practically dancing as he spoke with Neville. Harry had mentioned that Neville was one of the very few people that stood by him, and he was one of the very few aware of Draco being Gabe's other father.
His gaze traveled to Neville, assessing the ex-Gryffindor with a detached sort of interest. Neville had grown slightly since Draco had last seen him and trimmed down along the way. His robes were the dark blue with magenta edging (he never understood that color scheme) of an Auror. He wasn't surprised; Neville had been going through the Auror training program last time he had seen him. He hadn't spent much time around Neville the first time he was together with Harry, but he remembered Neville being one of the first to shake his hand and try to get along with him. He fought a flush as he remembered he had been a bit of an arse about it at the time.
He leaned over to talk to Hermione again. "Do I ask why Harry is shocked to see Longbottom?"
"Neville's been out of the country for about three months. Some big case he's been working on. It's a double bit of good news, actually. Since Neville is back home, that means the case is solved. Harry was starting to worry..." she trailed off, worrying her lip with her teeth.
Draco looked at Harry again, feeling a hot flash of jealousy at Harry's hand laying on Neville's arm casually.
Hermione saw his pinched face and followed his gaze. "Draco," she murmured, "relax. They're both happily involved with other people and have no interest whatsoever in the other."
"Mhm," Draco hummed absently, feeling annoyed when he relaxed at her words. Of course they weren't interested in each other; Neville was engaged and Harry had him. He looked around Hermione to offer a 'hello' to Arnold. He didn't want to ask why Harry as so worried, assuming Hermione would just point out that's what Harry does; Worry.
Arnold nodded, offering a small smile. "Nice seeing you again, Draco" he said, shifting a bit to be able to look at the blonde easier. "I had no idea we would be involved in some sort of reunion tonight." He smiled, he was happy to see the gathering. Hermione can tease all she wants; he was worried about Neville's safety as well. "I'm surprised Steven isn't here yet."
"Steven?" Draco asked, looking around the room. The name was unknown and he frowned a bit.
Hermione leaned forward and put her glass down, shifting slightly to lean against Arnold and rested her head on his shoulder. "Neville's fiancé and Harry's sometimes roommate."
Draco blinked. "What?"
"Neville's fiancé," Hermione repeated, amusement shinning in her eyes, "and Harry's sometimes roommate. He's been visiting his mum this past week or you would have met him earlier."
Draco nodded finally, the words sinking in. He looked to Neville, surprised he hadn't known he preferred men. He suddenly got a mental image of him with Harry and his hands twitched, wanting to curl into fists. The jealousy was back, even if he felt like an unmitigated arse for even thinking Harry capable of such a thing. He felt Hermione's hand on his arm a moment later and fought the urge to shake it off.
"Draco, don't. They've only ever been friends. Neville is disgustingly in love with Steven, has been for years." She almost added mentioning the same about Harry being in love with him, but didn't. Mostly because it was Harry's to share but also because she thought it a bit ridiculous (and a little amusing) she was talking Draco out of a jealousy-fueled temper tantrum. "They've only just now got engaged when the Ministry passed a law allowing same-sex bonding ceremonies." Hermione smiled at her two friends, pleased she was able to see one finally settle down and hoping the other got his wish to do so as well.
Draco cursed himself again as he relaxed. He faced her, a frown on his face. "How in Merlin's name do you do that? How did you know what I was thinking?" He wanted to bite his tongue, he hadn't meant to ask her that, especially with that incredulous tone.
She shrugged. "It wasn't hard to figure out where your thoughts went. Looking at Neville like you wanted to peel his skin off or something." She winked at him, a very quiet giggle bubbling up. "Men are surprisingly easy creatures to figure out."
Draco opened his mouth to argue but when she raised a brow at him, he closed it and sat back, realizing she was right. She had easily sorted out what he was thinking just by looking at him. He huffed, unsure how to feel about Hermione being able to read him like a book. Though if it was by the predictable nature of men or Hermione's chart topping intellect behind her talents, he couldn't guess. "Alright," he finally admitted, "You've got a point."
"Mhm." Hermione just folded her arms across her chest and leaned back with a cocky smile.
Thankfully, she said nothing else, making Draco breath a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn't sure if he liked a Hermione that no longer ignored him. He knew she was smart but he never would have imagined her to be devious and snarky. Or likeable, he thought with a small amused smirk. He found himself wondering if all Gryffindors contained a tiny sliver of Slytherin. In his experience, it would certainly seemed so.
The floo whooshed and everyone turned to look. A shortish man with close cropped blonde hair gracelessly stumbled out of the floo, dropping a large back pack on the floor. Draco glared at the soot that sifted off of it to settle on the floor. The man's violet eyes scanned the room before going wide at the sight of Neville. He was across the room, wrapped around the Auror like a marsupial a moment later planting noisy kisses all over Neville's face and neck. Draco wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Neville's hands were anchored to Steven's thighs, holding him up as the two murmured happy words to each other.
"Sweet isn't it?"
Draco jumped slightly at the sound of Harry's voice in his ear. He hadn't even seen the man move and sit next to him. He nodded, his hand coming out to rest on Harry's knee. "Yes. So, that's Steven. Neville's fiancé and your occasional roommate."
"Yeah." Harry blinked in surprised before he looked to Hermione, realizing where the information came from. "He's been visiting his mum so... I didn't know there would be so many people here," he said apologetically. His hand covered Draco's on his knee, squeezing slightly in apology. He hadn't planned the gathering but he was so happy to see everyone. He chewed his lip nervously, hoping Draco didn't leave to try to guilt him into going to another room to be alone. He would probably do either one but he wouldn't be happy about it.
Draco squeezed Harry's knee before sliding his hand further up slightly, stopping himself before it got to an inappropriate area. "I know. It's quite alright." The thought of dragging Harry away or leaving never even crossed his mind as he looked around at the gathered people. Neville and Steven had moved and were sitting in a large armchair, Steven draped over Neville's lap so they both could fit. Hermione and Arnold were cuddled up, speaking quietly to each other. "Really, it's great." He smiled reassuringly at Harry, "I'm just glad no one wants to hex me."
Harry laughed, "Nope."
Draco smiled, cautiously allowing his pleasure to be included show. He knew he had chosen right when Harry's eyes brightened as he smiled and leaned in close to kiss him softly. He hummed happily into the kiss, more than a little turned on when Harry's hand came up to wrap around the back and sides of his neck. He regretfully pulled away before they got carried away. "I'm sure they won't be here more than an hour," he grinned.