Chapter 11
Tuesday went down quite uneventfully, Pansy had dropped Esme over and vanished with Theodore. The house elves were discreetly watching over the kids as they played in the gamesroom. Harry and Draco were both peacefully sitting by the fire reading. Harry contemplated the Daily Prophet, the front page displaying a large photograph of him kissing Scorpius' cheek while Draco was ruffling the little blond's hair fondly. They indeed did look like a happy family. The headlines were "A happy ending or beginning?" Harry had skimmed quickly through the article. The only part that ticked him off was that the media was displaying Ginny as the victim, that Harry was cheating on her and she had isolated himself.
He huffed and deposited the newspaper for a croissant. Draco silently continued reading his book, apparently it was some mighty novel that "your dimwit Gryffindork brains won't appreciate!" Finally the day was spent in calm, reading and having small talks. The Notts, stopped for dinner and thanked Draco for the dinner, no one asked about the articles or why Harry was still here and that was a Slytherin trait that Harry deeply appreciated. After they left it was bath for everyone, putting Scorp to sleep with a lullaby and then going to sleep. Neither man questioned the fact that sleeping in the same room had become routine.
Wednesday also rolled by quickly, Harry waking up in Draco's arms again. Showers, playing with Scorpius and reading. Harry thought he could get used to that life, he was not stressed, there was no rush, he felt at peace. Then it struck him that tomorrow he could be getting back home, that he'd have to explain the situation to his two sons and face reality. He was not ready for that. After lunch, Scorpius had taken a nap in one of the plush sofas of the living room. Draco was again with his book on the couch and Harry made his way to him, sitting next to the blond and resting his head on the latter's shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, I just…. Well I think I just ain't ready for tomorrow. I'm scared, what if I screw up? My sons Malfoy? What if they hate me?" his was on the verge of tears, his throat constricted and eyes prickly.
"Potter!" Draco almost shouted, "You will not screw this up. Your sons won't be hating you and you will make it out alive. They can not hate you and they won't. you have to make them understand that they have to think about their parents' happiness too. Don't be a twit!"
The passion with which Draco had made his speech left Harry speechless. He just looked gaping at the blond.
"Oh no! Don't you dare look at me like that! You are the savior of the freaking wizarding world! You can not be afraid of a small talk with your children. You have always been a symbol of courage, strength and bravery. You are the GRYFFINDOR golden boy Potter! GRYFFINDOR! Not Hufflepuff! You're an amazing person and you can do this. So you'll go, sort it out with your kids, have an awesome Friday with them, sort it out with the in-laws on Saturday, have an amazing Sunday with your children and bring your ass back here Monday so that I can start the divorce procedure, and don't you dare think that you are going to any other law firm because you are not!"
Harry was gobsmacked, "you? You want me back again here?"
Draco seemed to think about his words as if that slipped by itself, however his silver eyes did not leave the emerald ones for a second. "Well of course, you still have to tell me about that obsession of me you had at Hogwarts and Scorpius is addicted to you and-"
"Prat!" Harry said fondly as he crushed his lips with the blond.