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Grandfather Bonding

No one could accuse Draco of being super observant, but he would have to be blind not to notice the fact that his son's usually perfect hair was as mussed up as the other boy's, not to mention their flushed cheeks, slightly glazed eyes, and what was undoubtedly a hickey blooming on Potter's neck. Math was one of his strong points so Draco could quite easily put two and two together, the answer making him more than a little nauseated and sorry that he'd eaten lunch before coming. But then the idea of his and Harry Potter's son being a couple would most likely always give him indigestion and he had to eat sometimes.

Concentrating on his grandson, who was a lot nicer to look at than the other two, Draco had to admit he was sort of grateful for the distract Albus had given him, though he wouldn't admit it. "He's gotten bigger again."

"I big boy."

"Yes, you are. And you shouldn't be." Draco gave both teenagers dark looks that had Scorpius hunching his shoulders and the Gryffindor staring back defiantly, refusing to be cowed or censored by him. Big surprise there.

"So what brings you by?" Albus asked him, leaving his son where he was since there was no way the other man would rip into them as long as Phoenix was around. His son hated bad atmospheres and Draco had just gotten done making it clear that he didn't like the fact that Phoenix had felt the need to grow up faster than normal. Not to mention the fact that if his boyfriend's father were to upset Phoenix in any way it would be a simple matter to tell the man's wife what he'd done and Astoria would no doubt see to her husband's punishment post haste.

"I need to speak with both of you. Preferably not in the hallway."

Albus's lips twitching this time he motioned for Draco to come right in, the older man knowing the layout well enough from his last visit to head straight into the parlor, taking a seat on a chair with Phoenix sitting contently in his lap with his head leaning against his grandfather's chest for support. Filing in after them Albus and Scorpius took a seat together on the couch as a show of unity, not to mention the fact that it was never wise to give certain Malfoys your back in Albus's opinion.

"Mother couldn't come with you?" Scorpius asked, thinking that sounded better than asking if his mother knew that his father had planned to come and visit him.

"I asked her to stay behind." Though he would have preferred she be the one having this particular conversation with them. But he'd been overruled and unable to deny that the other three were right in thinking this should come from him since the two had to think he would be most opposed to the idea and the list had been his idea. His stupid idea to hear the women tell it.

Keeping one arm around his grandson to make sure he stayed put Draco reached into his other pocket and withdrew the folded up piece of parchment in question, holding it out towards the two wary teens. "This is a list of demands, as it were. To all of us agreeing to accept the fact that you two are currently dating."

"Whose us?" Albus wanted to know as he got out of his seat to take the paper, unfolding it as he sat down again.

"Your father and I mostly." Their wives had thought the list utterly ridiculous and juvenile, but then they didn't quite see this whole thing the way he and Harry did. For once he and Potter had been in complete agreement, and their wives finding it amusing was just wrong on a number of levels. In the end the two women had hardly contributed at all.

"Wait…you're saying that you and my dad actually sat down, together, without Phoenix or us around to keep you guys in line…and talked? Like adults?"

Draco gave him a quelling look. "We are the adults here. You're the children who can't think when you're in the same room together because of your damn hormones. Now hurry up and read it so we can wrap this up as quickly as possible."

Neither sure what to make of all this Albus quickly finished straightening out the paper, Scorpius leaning over the other man's shoulder to get a look at what had neatly been written out in his father's handwriting.

It was a list, and a very detailed one at that. It specified all the things the two of them were not allowed to do, say, or talk about while in the presence of their parents. No snogging beyond a brief kiss that couldn't last longer than it took to say one of their full names, the same going for hugging. No groping, petnames calling or inappropriate pinching, touching was to be kept at a bare minimum and only when appropriate. Sex was never, ever, to be discussed in even the most general of ways on penalty of extremely angry parents. They were also to maintain a physical appearance that would not so much as hint at their present relationship in any way, shape or form. There was a list of what fell under that category too. The whole page was used, and at the end of the list their fathers had signed it. There was also a note at the bottom in Albus's mother's handwriting that stated they wouldn't hold the boys to any of the above and both their mothers had signed it.

"They made us let them write that at the bottom." Draco muttered when they'd obviously finished, the looks on their faces more than a little annoying. It had not been a great week for him, and his patience was quickly drawing to an end. Arguing with him about this would not end well for them.

Obviously sensing this Phoenix patted his grandfather's chest in sympathy, making comforting noises that had the men in the room going all mushy before they recovered themselves, turning their attention back to the matter at hand.

"So as long as we follow these rules while we're around you and my dad you'll leave us alone? You won't interfere?" Albus asked as he allowed Scorpius to tug the parchment out of his hand so that he could reread it to make sure they fully understood what they'd be agreeing to.

Draco grimly nodded.

"Out of morbid curiosity…how long did it take the two of you to come up with that list?"

"Hard to say. We had to stop off and on." They'd only been able to stand being together for so long, especially since their wives had washed their hands of the whole thing early on. But in the end they'd sucked it up and got it done because one of the other things they had in common was the fact that they both loved their sons enough to keep doing so despite said child's taste in men. Though Harry seemed to like Scorpius, making any number of comments about how he'd think the boy was someone else's if he didn't look so much like a Malfoy. Of course that just reminded them of the fact that their boys looked just like them and breaks became required to distance themselves from scarring mental images while in each other's presence.

Touching Albus's arm Scorpius waited until he had his lover's attention before he shook the list slightly between his fingers. "I can agree to this. What about you?"

Not liking the idea of the two of them having to restrain themselves at family gatherings and such just because they were a Potter and a Malfoy, they had nothing to be ashamed of after all and as much right to show affection as anyone else, Albus nonetheless took the list from Scorpius again and reread it for Scorpius's sake.

"Why did my dad write this with you?" Albus mumbled as he read, that part just not making sense to him. His dad seemed to like Scorpius well enough, and he knew that his father did his best not to judge people by their families, though he admittedly didn't always succeed there.

"Because we look just like them." Scorpius answered before his father could. Unlike his boyfriend he'd thought of that difficulty long ago and had been expecting to have to keep the personal displays of affection to a minimum anyway, if they were accepted at all.

"Oh." Well…that made this all make a little more sense to him now, Albus acknowledged with a grimace. And hopefully, after a while, their parents would get used to them enough that the resemblance wouldn't matter. But putting himself in their fathers shoes for a moment, with all that history to deal with, Albus was willing to go along with this stupid plan too and said so.

"Good. You can send a letter to your father saying so." He didn't want to talk or correspond with the elder Potter until Christmas, if that. And only if Phoenix was around to keep them occupied. "Now you boys have homework to do, yes?"

Since they'd discussed on their way to answer the door that they'd claim he'd interrupted them in the middle of doing precisely that both teenagers immediately nodded their heads.

"Good. Go do that for an hour or so while I get reacquainted with my grandson. After that I'll be going and will expect him to be exactly this size when I see him at Christmas, is that understood?"

"I have to start getting ready for a Quidditch practice, actually."

"Even better."

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that."

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Albus wasn't terribly thrilled at the idea of leaving Scorpius alone with his father even though everything appeared to be sorted out now, but he didn't have much choice between the man in question assuring him he'd be just fine and the threat of Dionne coming to get him hanging over his head too. So he got ready and deliberately gave Scorpius a long, loving kiss in the hallway since they were out of sight, and then headed out with a reminder that he'd come back as quick as he could if need be. Scorpius merely had to send him a SOS and he'd ride his broom through the window if necessary.

Chuckling, Scorpius grinned at him as he tried to brush down Albus's unruly hair one last time. "I'm sure that won't be necessary. Now get before Dionne's head explodes with frustration."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going, I'm going."

Closing the door behind the Gryffindor Scorpius headed back into the parlor, smiling over the sight of his father waving a new toy in front of Phoenix, the boy obviously fascinated by the simple stick that glowed and looked pretty neat when it was moved quickly.

"It's okay if he chews on it apparently. The tube won't break." Handing it over to Phoenix, who began swinging it around immediately, Draco watched as his son dropped back onto the sofa. "You look tired."

"Phoenix was restless last night." Which was partly true, and the only part his father would want to hear.

Cradling the boy more protective against him Draco would have looked the boy over to be sure he was alright but knew his son wouldn't have allowed anything to happen to the toddler. And Phoenix looked as happy as could be at the moment with his new toy, something he'd picked out for the boy all by himself, Draco thought proudly before turning his attention back to his boy. "I told my parents and they didn't have anything to say on the matter other than to ask if I was sure and what I was going to do about it."

"And what did you say?"

"That a good parent wants their child's happiness above all else. And that if that boy breaks your heart I'd let them help me break him."

Rising from his seat with his Malfoy eyes flashing dangerously, Scorpius pinned his father in place with the force of his stare. "You won't hurt him. I won't let you."

"As long as he treats you like the treasure you are I have no problem with him. I made it clear they aren't to lay a hand on him unless I say so or I'll disown myself." It was rare to see his son angry, but when it happened…you knew his boy was Astoria's son.

"He is not to be harmed." For his father to make that sort of threat said something, as did the rest, but he didn't want any action taken against Albus regardless of what could happen to him in the future. For Phoenix's sake alone, if nothing else, Albus was not to be harmed. That was not something he could never forgive, ever. And he would do whatever was necessary to make sure his family got that through their undeniably thick skulls.

Looking like he'd just been asked to snog Harry Potter Draco finally broke enough under his son's stare to promise not to act against Albus without talking to him first. That was the best offer he was going to get.

"Deal. And thanks." Sitting back down to show that they were fine now Scorpius worked up a smile. "You're actually taking this a lot better than I thought you would."

Draco's shrug was more of a jerk. "You were always looking at him funny, and after Phoenix came into the picture I could see it in the pictures you sent home that people took of the three of you. That you were a family."

"He is. I'm very lucky, family wise."

The look Scorpius gave his father now made it clear that he was included in that statement, the man's eyes reflecting the statement before they both turned their attention to Phoenix, who was loudly protesting the fact that he'd dropped his glow stick and was being held too firmly to retrieve it himself.

Getting up Scorpius motioned for his father to stay where he was and walked over to get the toy back for his son, handing it over and then moving to stand beside his father's chair, leaning against it with one arm across the man's shoulders as they both smiled as Phoenix happily bounced and waved his toy in the air for all their amusement.

)

Of all his grandchildren Arthur Weasley would have listed his grandson Fred as the second most likely to blow himself up on any given day or cause himself irrevocable harm through magic. Lily was first, naturally, but George's only son was right up there with her and everyone agreed that his future wife, if he married, would need to be even tougher than Angelina or as certified as Fred when it came to inventing magic. Ergo it had come to no surprise to the man when he'd heard through the family grapevine that Fred had had to pay a visit to St. Mungos recently. What had flabbergasted him was the fact that his grandson had apparently ended up requiring medical aid because the boy had gotten it into his head to pay a visit to Gregory Goyle and inform him of his honorable intentions towards the man's daughter.

Once he'd questioned other members of his family Arthur had learned that a number of them were aware that Fred had been chasing after Scorpius Malfoy's best friend Gabrielle Goyle since the start of the new school term, but none of them were sure the girl was even the slightest bit interested in Fred. So being a rational man Arthur decided that the most logical thing to do was to pay his grandson a visit at Hogsmeade and find out what was actually going on and whether he needed to have a talk with the boy.

When he arrived at Fred's joke shop Arthur was relieved to find that his grandson looked absolutely normal except for the constantly changing hair color, which was a new product the boy was apparently working on with Lily. Thanks to his sons he was used to this sort of thing by now, and didn't bother to even shake his head over it, simply asking for confirmation that Fred was indeed fine.

"Well my right leg spasms a few times an hour, but other than that I'm right as rain." Fred reassured him, though his grimace had the older man giving him a suspicious look. "Honest. He got the worst of it, which is why I'm not in the best of moods since Elle is liable to have my head when she hears I jinxed her old man."

"Yes, that probably won't go over well, even if it was in self defense."

Fred sighed in agreement. Lily had told him that Albus had told her that when he'd first been officially introduced to Elle she'd bashed her brothers' heads together, so maybe she realized that the men in her family were constantly asking to have their arses kicked, but he wasn't holding his breath there.

"Well your parents certainly think highly of her so I hope it works out well for you." Preferably without the boy ending up in the hospital on a regular basis, Arthur silently added.

As if on cue one of Fred's workers came into the back room then with a letter in hand, an apology on his lips for its late delivery. It seemed that the letter had been delivered the day before by owl but he'd set it aside and forgotten about it until he'd stumbled across it again under the cash register. It was for Fred.

Taking the letter Fred recognized the seal and writing immediately. "Well at least she didn't send me a bloody Howler. I wouldn't have put it past her."

Opening the letter carefully Fred retrieved the single piece of parchment, pumping his free fist into the air with a war whoop that echoed in the nearly empty space.

"YES!"