A/n: I know, I know... French Fries are an American take, but I'm not fixing it.
Harry looked towards the front door as the knock sounded again. He wasn't particularly nervous about opening his door to whoever was on the other side, but he was a little irritated as it was nearing 11pm.
He sighed, and forced himself to his feet from the desk, walking over to the door and pulling it open. "Potter," Draco said by greeting, letting himself in without invitation.
"Draco," Harry answered, "what are you doing here so late?"
Draco stared at him, "is Teddy here?"
"Sleeping," Harry answered, looking at his watch, "it is almost 11 at night, after all."
"Oh, right," Draco let out a laugh, "yeah, I just had dinner with Blaise Zabini."
"Okay?"
"We're mates."
"Okay?"
"Last week he had been on a trip," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's attitude. "And, he got me something."
"Is there a fucking point, Draco?"
Draco sighed and held up a bag towards him, "he also got you something."
"You showed up this late on a Friday night to give me a bloody gift from someone else?"
"No," Draco waved the bag, watching Harry finally look at it properly. He watched Harry gasp quietly, his eyes growing wide, and his face tinting. "I've put two and two together at dinner, when I opened this bag and it was a… sorry, I'm going to ruin the reveal. It was a t-shirt about you. He thought it was funny. Apparently the few times you two have chatted it was mentioned you collect Harry Potter things as a joke or something?"
Harry took the pink gift bag, and looked inside, letting out a breath that it wasn't another pink box. It was just a hastily folded t-shirt.
"And then Blaise explained which shop he had gone to for my gift." Draco watched Harry flush again, and sighed, "figured as much," he chuckled, "so, exchange?"
"Right," Harry said quickly, and nearly stumbled over his feet as he excused himself to his bedroom. After a few moments he came back out, carrying the pink bag from last week. "There you are."
"Thank you," Draco took the bag from Harry. "Sorry about the mix up, Potter."
Harry waved his hand, "things happen. Have a good night," he smiled at the blonde, turning towards the den and walking back over to his desk.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked as he watched him, and Harry glanced over, "are you working?"
"I am," Harry watched him stand there, before he turned and reached for the door and then paused again. "What, Draco?"
Draco took a moment, "do you always work on the weekends?"
"No," Harry shook his head, and pulled an annoyed face, "just something I need to finish up."
"Oh," Draco nodded, grasping the door handle, "I'll see you Monday, then."
"Right," Harry sat down in the chair at his desk, using his wand to rewarm his coffee. Draco didn't move, he just stood there. And Harry finally looked at him, clearly annoyed at this point. "Is there anything else?"
"Did you want help, a fresh set of eyes?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "won't you need to get home? To.. You've been out tonight?"
"I am an adult, Potter," Draco snapped at the man, rolling his eyes, before he turned and slipped his jacket and scarf off, laying them over the back of an armchair that he sat the pink bag in. "What is it?" He asked, making himself comfortable, walking over to Harry and leaning over the back of his chair, his hand pressed to the desk for support as his chest pressed into Harry's shoulder.
"I—." Harry cleared his throat, "I don't know," he moved the file so Draco could view it better, sitting there rigid and taking a slow breath.
Draco picked up the folder, and stood straight, reading to himself when a small voice interrupted them and Harry practically flew to his feet.
"Daddy?"
"Ted," Harry hurried to the six year old, wrapping him in his arms, "why are you awake?"
"Bad dreams," Teddy sniffled against his shoulder, closing his eyes.
"Ah, what do we tell those dreams?" Harry asked, rubbing his back as he took the boy back down the hallway.
Draco watched, frowning, before he turned back to the folder and sat himself at the desk Harry had been in.
Harry walked back down the hallway, thirty minutes later to find his whole den a mess. Draco, with his sleeves rolled up, was standing at the coffee table that he cleared off by quite literally just swiping everything to a pile on the floor, with Harry's cup of coffee in hand taking a drink.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Piles, organization, whatever you want to call it," Draco answered after he swallowed, "why haven't you told anyone about this?"
"You all are so busy," Harry shrugged, as he looked down at the coffee table. He eyes drug over Draco's neat handwriting, Dementor Attacks. Werewolves Missing. Trolls Traveling. A piece of parchment sat above all else that read: North.
"You think it is nothing?"
"I plan on doing some asking around," Harry lifted a shoulder, not meeting Draco's look, "I'll take care of it."
Draco frowned, "you know we're all pretty capable wizards, though I do question that Boot, bloke, sometimes."
Harry chuckled, "why do you question Boot?"
"He's…" Draco lifted a slender shoulder, smiling, "not always friendly , let's say."
"What?"
Draco shrugged, "anyway, the point I'm trying to make, Potter. Is that you have a pretty capable team. Oh, Creevy is a shit show too." He sighed, "you have about four of us, that are pretty damn good at what we do."
Harry smiled, "I know you all are good at what you do, that's why I get to focus on these things."
"Is this about obligations outside the Ministry?"
Harry sighed, and reached out taking his coffee mug from Draco, before he took his own drink and handed it back, pressing his fingers to his temple. "Everyone has their lives, they deserve to be able to go home and live them."
"I feel, just speaking out of hand here, Potter, but that means you get to live life outside of the Ministry, as well."
"I do," Harry looked down at the table again, "so, it's a lot of movement."
"It is," Draco answered, "felt anything in the scar of yours, lately?"
"Uhm, no." Harry rubbed at the scar at the mention of it, "as far as I know, even if it was something to do with Voldemort, whatever part of him was inside of me is dead now. Right? Like that's why I'm standing here, talking to you, Draco."
"Right, of course." Draco nodded, "no, I haven't felt anything either."
"I wasn't going to ask." Harry said quickly, his eyes still trained on the papers, "I don't imagine it's Voldemort. I would like to think I managed that."
Draco chuckled, rolling his eyes, and rehashed the line again, "right, of course." He moved around Harry's den, taking another drink of the coffee, as he sat on the edge of the armchair with a tired sigh. "Didn't Weasley and Boot just take down that small group?"
"A few weeks ago," Harry nodded, his eyes drawn to the pink bag. He hated the fact he thought it, again. The thought of Draco Malfoy being the one to wear that pink lingerie set. He turned, forcing himself to look at the papers and willing his erection to just go away. "Why?"
"Did they say anything? About things like this?"
"Oh," Harry cleared his throat and walked over to his briefcase, finding the report and pulling it out. He looked down at it, begging himself just to focus on reading it and not on the fact Draco Malfoy wouldn't be wearing the pink lingerie set, but that his girlfriend would, and there wasn't anything Harry could do about it.
"Well?"
Harry jumped, before shaking his head, "uh, sorry, Ron's handwriting…." He sat the report on his desk, "looks like it was just a group of kids thinking about doing black market trades."
"Oh," Draco frowned, "I'm sure they were beaten all to hell." He added, quietly, finishing the coffee.
Harry glanced over at the word choice, "what did ya mean Boot wasn't always friendly ?"
"He's a little heavy handed," Draco lifted a shoulder, "okay, so, these reports have started coming in over the last few weeks, right?"
"Yes, just a bit now." Harry moved, sitting on the couch opposite Draco, watching the blonde think as he tried to work through it all.
"What's North? Besides cold?" His lips turned down, his eyes closed, and then he stood up and looked around. Harry watched him, confused, as the blonde seemed to make himself comfortable with the layout of Harry's house. He grabbed the coffee mug, walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. Harry turned to watch him, wondering if Draco was like this everywhere he went. He heard him pouring himself another coffee, "cream?" He called, but before Harry could answer he heard the ice box open.
Harry sat back, on the couch, and then Draco was next to him holding out a warm mug of coffee, just the way it had been. Harry noticed it was a new mug, Draco keeping the one he had been drinking out of. The one, really, Harry had been using before Draco appeared on his doorstep.
"Azkaban," Draco said quietly, moving to sit next to Harry, rather than across from him. "But, what is on the island these creatures could want?" He frowned, "aside from the prison?"
Harry took a drink, trying not to look at the blonde who was making himself very comfortable. He frowned as the words settled around him. "I mean it is very well guarded."
Draco nodded, "I'm aware. Have you been out there lately?"
"Admittedly, no." Harry shook his head, "tomorrow I'll make the trip," he decided, thinking out loud now, "I'll get a sitter for Ted in the afternoon, during his nap. Make it a quick visit. He won't even know I'm gone."
Draco glanced at Harry, "what is it like?"
"What?"
"Being a parent and doing this for a living?"
Harry lifted an eyebrow, sighing, "honestly, Draco, a little worrisome."
"Have you ever thought of not doing this?"
Harry chuckled, "gunning for the job, Malfoy?"
"No," Draco answered dryly, givingHarry a look, "I was just asking."
"It can be worrisome, like I said, but I always come home and I am always there for him. No matter what." He frowned, "someone has to protect him from things like this." He made a motion at the coffee table. "I mostly worry I am not there enough. This is it, y'know? Less than five years he'll go to Hogwarts. I already can't pick him up from his Muggle school because of work, I am now taking time away from him tomorrow…." He shook his head, "worrisome."
"Why not wait until Monday?"
"Monday?" Harry chucked, "I have to train the new recruits, give the introduction and all of that."
"One of us could do that?" Draco suggested, "we've been around for a minute."
Harry looked at Draco, quiet as he studied his face. He saw genuine concern in his eyes. He took a breath, "I'll figure it out," he said quietly, "I always do."
Draco shook his head and looked away, taking another drink of his coffee to keep from saying anything. "So, North." He changed the subject, focusing back on the reports.
"Daddy?" Ted's voice met Harry's ears and he pried his eyes open, groaning quietly. "Wake up, daddy!" His voice was cheery as he pushed at Harry's arms.
"Ted?" Harry asked, sitting up. His room was flooded with light and he gasped, eyes wide as he stared at Teddy. "Ted, are you okay?" He grabbed the boy, "I overslept. I'm so sorry. How long have you been awake?" Harry asked, checking the boy over, "why didn't you wake me up?"
"You were tired." Ted said smartly, giving Harry a hug, "Draco told me it was time to wake you up now."
Harry blinked, cuddling the boy, " Draco ?"
"Yes, he made me my favorite for breakfast!" Ted smiled, and gave Harry a push from his hold. "Come on daddy!"
Harry nodded, easing himself out of the bed and following Teddy down the hallway, who was telling Harry about the morning he had with Draco. They had breakfast, and then they went out back and played on the jungle gym, and then Teddy had wanted to see the pond and while there he went running in the mud and when they came back home Draco and him took a shower, before deciding that they wanted lunch so they needed Harry to wake up.
Harry was saying, "that sounds like you've had a fun morning, Ted."
"I did!" He nodded, pulling Harry to the den. Harry found it was how it had been last night, before he had fallen asleep. Papers on the coffee table, mugs of coffee on the den floor, Draco's things over the armchair.
Draco came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel as Ted was climbing on Harry's lap. Harry looked up, a little startled that Draco was wearing one of his shirts, it was a long sleeve shirt that was about two sizes too big and hung off his slender shoulders.
"I let you sleep as long as I could." Draco said by way of greeting, offering a small smile. "Teddy is now hungry for lunch, and you need groceries. I didn't want to just take him with me shopping, and you freak out if you had woken up."
Harry watched the man laying the towel around his shoulders, "oh, uhm, thanks."
Draco nodded, and Ted was grinning at the blonde man in the entryway of the living room. "What's for lunch Draco?"
"Oh, what do you want?" Draco asked the child with a small smile. He looked at Harry, "I'm not much in the kitchen, I got lucky he likes eggs for breakfast."
Harry laughed quietly, "yes, his favorite."
"I want chicken nuggets and french fries!" Teddy said excitedly, "it's been a long time since daddy got me that."
"A long time?" Harry asked, confused, "just… the other…" He trailed off, realizing it had been a long time. "Y'know what Ted, you want McDonald's, we'll get McDonald's." Teddy let out an excited laugh, jumping down and running to his bedroom.
"McDonalds, hm?" Draco asked as he crossed his arms against his chest, "has it been a long time?"
"I'm realizing it has," Harry admitted with a frown, "like I said… worrisome."
Draco offered a small smile, "ah, well, I've done my duty here. I'll let you two enjoy the rest of your day. I'll owl your shirt back, mine has mud on it."
"Of course," Harry nodded, getting to his feet. He looked around again, "did we sleep together?"
"If that's what you call it," Draco was saying as he slipped on his shoes. "You passed out here on the couch, I seemed to have done the same. Teddy came in, and you were tired, so I got you into your bed and spent time with the child."
"Oh," Harry nodded, "sorry I kept you from home."
Draco laughed, sitting up straight, "nothing for me at home, Potter." He looked over when Teddy came running down the hallway, his shoes on, and his backpack in place.
Harry looked at Teddy, "let me change, Ted."
"Okay daddy." Then Teddy was grinning at Draco, "you like McDonalds?"
"Oh, sorry, bubby." Draco bent down, "you and Pott- uh, daddy are going to have lunch together." Teddy frowned and Draco chuckled, "I've imposed enough, darling boy. But, maybe we can play together again?"
Harry watched them, sucking in a breath and before he knew it he was talking, "would you like lunch, Draco?"
The blonde looked at him, seemingly shocked, "I… yes, I would."
Teddy let out a squeal, and jumped up and down. "Hurry daddy!"
Harry did just that, he took off down the hallway and got changed as quickly as he could. For Teddy, of course. After running his head under the faucet and trying to brush his hair down he came back down the hallway finding Draco had bundled Teddy up, and was pulling on his own jacket and scarf.
"It's a present from a friend," Draco was saying and Harry glanced at the bag Teddy was pointing at. "He knows what I like, and he always gets me things I like."
"Daddy does that for me!"
"That's because you have a good daddy, hm?" Draco was smiling as he said that, "do you wear a stocking cap?" He asked next, reaching out to pat the boy's sandy blonde hair, then he startled when the locks turned bright blonde like his own. "Oh, you take after you—." He stopped himself, unsure what Teddy knew of his actual parents.
"I'm like mom!" Teddy said, excitedly. Draco smiled, softly, watching 6 year old Teddy become a spitting image of himself at 6. "When I don't…" he sighed, talking making him lose focus, "focus," he frowned, "I look like dad."
"Ah, I see that." Draco looked down at the boy, "handsome young man," he promised, "stocking cap or not?" He asked, turning, "oh, Potter."
Harry offered a smile, "ready?"
"We're ready," Draco nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. Harry grabbed his own jacket, pulling it on, before opening the door and ushering them out.
Monday evening came quick, Harry realized as he stepped out of his office, closing the door behind him. He didn't feel he had accomplished as much as he wanted to, but he had made it to Azkaban, and gave the introduction to the new recruits. He'd make due.
Draco was walking with Ron towards the floo-network when Harry approached.
"So, dinner?" Ron was saying to the blonde, "bring your girl, it'll be fun."
Draco chuckled, "I can bring myself." He explained, "I don't quite understand why you all think I have someone hidden away from the world."
Harry faltered, as he listened, standing back just away.
"I think we all just assume you're with Parkinson?" Ron shrugged, "okay, bring yourself."
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "Parkinson, hm?" He laughed, shaking his head, "she isn't quite my type."
Ron looked at him, "you're bent?"
Harry fought down a groan at the question, or more the way the question was asked, but Draco took it easily, "I'm bent. No, there is no bloke in my life."
"You're a good looking guy, Malfoy," Ron clapped his shoulder, "alright, we'll see you here soon."
"Sure," Draco gave a nod, watching Ron step up to the fireplace. "Did you make it out there?" Draco asked, turning to face Harry who flushed pink the moment their eyes met.
"Uhm," Harry cleared his throat, "yes." He nodded, "I checked in with everything."
"Good," Draco gave him a look, "would you and Teddy like to be my plus one to dinner at the Weasley's?"
Harry stared, startled, "I… they don't usually invite me. I think it's because of Ted, so I don't think it would be wise to go."
"Well, we're not leaving him alone, are we?" Draco asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Let's go get him."
"Draco, I…." Harry started, but stopped himself, "okay, let's go get him."
Draco stepped into the fireplace, Harry following and within a few moments they appeared in Harry's den. Draco cleaned them both, with the use of his wand, while Harry stepped in and dropped his briefcase on the couch.
"Dad—! Draco !" Ted yelled, running past Harry to the blonde, "dad said you wouldn't come back anytime soon."
"Did he?" Draco caught him, wrapping him in a hug, "Potter has never been well at reading a room," he said to the boy, who stepped back with his wide smile in place.
Harry looked at Draco, before Teddy, "we're going to dinner with Draco, let me sort the sitter, you get your shoes on."
"Dinner?" Teddy asked while running to his room.
"Hello, Mr. Potter." The nanny greeted him, "how was work?"
"Fine," Harry gave the woman a soft smile, "how was Ted?"
"Oh, perfect. Like always."
"Good," Harry was walking her to the door, talking about school, Draco waited patiently, barely listening, his eyes trained to the coffee table where the reports they had looked at just over the weekend still lay.
"Don't suppose it's a prison break of some sort?" Draco asked when he heard the front door close.
"I did ask if there had been any activity, none had been reported." Harry answered, watching him. His face turned thoughtful, quickly, "whatcha got going on in that mind of yours, Draco?"
"Nothing good," he smiled, more to himself, "you told Teddy I wouldn't come back?"
"Anytime soon," Harry added, wanting to express he hadn't meant never just not so soon. "You told him I wasn't good at reading a room?"
"Never have been," Draco pulled Harry's card, and finally looked at the other.
"Well," Harry took a nervous breath, and glanced over as Teddy came running down the hallway. "Alright, bud, we're off."
Teddy took Harry's outstretched hand, his other gripping his backpack tightly, "is Draco staying?"
Harry seemed startled by the question, and he looked at the blonde who was walking towards them, "no, Draco isn't staying. It's dinner at Hermione and Ron's."
"Oh," Teddy said in a quiet voice, stepping closer to Harry's leg. "Okay."
"Does he not like them?" Draco asked, a little concerned.
"Like I said, I don't get invited often and I think it's because of…." He looked towards Teddy, so he didn't have to say the name.
"Are they mean to him?" Draco whispered, leaning closer to Harry. He thought back to all the times Ron had given Harry shit over raising the boy.
"No, not mean ," Harry whispered, "just a little put-off."
"I'll hex them," Draco said seriously, before taking Teddy's hand, "alright, everyone ready?"
"Yes!" Teddy said excitedly, Harry gave a nod and then Draco apparated them to the sidewalk outside their house. Harry took a breath to settle himself, before he picked Teddy up and the three started up the sidewalk.
Harry was happy to find Neville and Hannah, the two pulling him into conversation quickly as Teddy sat at his feet and opened his bag. Draco, standing next to Harry, pretended he was involved in the conversation, but he wasn't really all that interested in it.
Hermione and Ginny were busy in the kitchen, and Ron was talking with Dean and Boot. Draco stood there, watching everyone. He didn't tend to go out with the group, every now and then on a Friday for a drink or two if Pansy and, or, Blaise could join him.
They hadn't ever been mean to him, not after that first year and things got settled. Just over a year now Harry was promoted to Head Auror and a new dynamic fell into place around the office, Draco fit in well enough, though he knew he wasn't a man's man, never had been and he didn't get on with Boot much, or Creevy because the younger man annoyed him to no end.
"Draco," Teddy said and Draco looked down, immediately, pulled from his thoughts. "Help?"
Draco bent and dropped to his knees, "what do we have going on?" He asked, looking at the cars Teddy had lined up.
"Cars," Teddy said simply, "make them go fast?"
"Okay, we can do that." Draco looked around, giving Teddy a playful smile, "how about over here, more room?"
Teddy looked, then glanced at Harry's legs, "we stay with daddy."
"Hm," Draco lifted an eyebrow, "would you like to leave, Teddy?"
Teddy looked at him, his eyes wide, before he nodded.
"Then, let's leave. I don't want to be here either." Draco stood, and reached out, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let's go."
"Go?" Harry asked, giving him a look, "we haven't had dinner?"
"Well, we can pick something up." Draco said quietly, "your… son?" Draco looked at Harry's face, "do you call him that?"
Harry looked down at the boy, who was quietly sitting there stuffing toys in his bag. "Did something happen?"
"No, I would have hexed them. I told you that." Draco said as if that was obvious, giving Harry a look, "he doesn't want to be here. We should have asked first." He added, frowning, "let's go, Potter. I am hungry."
Harry watched Draco for a moment, then nodded, giving Hannah a hug and explaining to Neville that Draco and him were going to leave and take Teddy out.
"Are we going to say goodbye to them at least?"
Draco snorted, "why? They didn't even greet us." He gave Neville a smile, Hannah a wink, and a promise to catch up soon, before he bent and scooped Teddy up in his arms. Harry, a little dumbfounded, followed as they walked to the door, pretty well unnoticed by everyone else in the house.
Teddy was clutching Draco's neck as they walked, and Harry stood there quietly.
"Other than McDonald's," Draco said evenly, "what does he eat?"
Harry chuckled, "they serve chicken nuggets and french fries just about anywhere, Draco. We'll be good anywhere."
Draco nodded his understanding, and held a hand out for Harry, who slipped his fingers around the offered hand. Within a moment they surfaced, Harry letting out a quiet groan as they did.
"What?" Draco asked, confused as he sat Teddy on his feet.
"Daddy doesn't like apparating," Teddy said, less than concerned, and taking Draco's hand.
Draco sighed, "Potter, Merlin, you could bloody well tell people things like that."
"It's okay, it'll pass, Draco." Harry promised, his face shaded pink as the other man fretted over him. Draco shook his head, holding Teddy's hand in his grasp, while he placed his other hand on Harry's back and directed him across the street.
Harry tried not to think about how Draco directed him across the street, his palm to his back as they walked. He tried not to think about how Teddy was completely enamored by the man, and clutching his hand as they walked, or how Draco was requesting a table, secluded, for the three. Nor was he trying to think about how people were staring. People were noticing. Merlin, is that Harry Potter with… with Draco Malfoy ?
Draco helped Teddy into a chair, before he slipped into the one next to him, per his request. Harry took a chair opposite the two, and looked around the family-style restaurant. Harry cleared his throat, as Draco was brushing a hand through Teddy's hair, while the boy talked about his favorite car. Draco glanced at Harry, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Potter?"
"Nothing."
"Hm," Draco looked him over, and when the waitress approached he spoke before Harry could, "we'll have water, though, Potter needs a coke as well. And," he looked at Harry, "juice?" Harry nodded, again dumbfounded, "juice for Teddy."
"Of course," she smiled, hurrying away.
"Are you always so…" Harry didn't know what to say really. But, there was something definitely brewing in his mind.
"So what?"
" This ."
"This?" Draco asked quietly, "what's this exactly?"
"So… fuck I don't know." Harry sighed, flustered.
"Language Potter, we have a six year old out with us." Draco teased, though Teddy was busy coloring his menu and barely noticing them.
" That ." Harry gestured at the blonde, as if to say, you. You're so you.
"Well, I would say yes I am always so this or that, because that's who I am." Draco rolled his eyes, "comfortable? Controlling? Self aware?" He lifted a shoulder, "yes, this is how I am."
Harry blinked, taking in the other man, "okay."
"Are you always so…quiet?" Draco questioned, "or is it just because I'm the one sitting across from you?"
"Draco," Harry sighed, "I am just… taking this in. It's fine."
Draco hummed softly, "I could leave, let you two enjoy your dinner."
"No, you're… stay." Harry shook his head, looking at Teddy as he said it, who was still coloring. "He likes you."
"I have noticed that." Draco chuckled, folding his arms in front of his chest, " you like me."
Harry flushed, staring at the man, "u-uh…"
"We're both adults, Potter. It's okay to find someone else attractive, Merlin."
Harry cleared his throat, "it's not really appropriate is it?"
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "what exactly?"
"Well, finding you attractive."
"Because I'm a man, or because I'm me?"
Harry, flustered again, sighed. Fuck. "No," he shook his head, looking away, "I'm… your boss and all that, is what I mean."
Draco smiled, "ah, that. Yes." Harry looked at him, watching him smile, "well, it's none of anyone else's concern." Malfoy shrugged, "but, we'll leave it at this. That's fine."
Harry watched as Draco turned his head to the waitress who was bringing their drinks back, asking if they were ready to order. "Chicken nuggets and french fries?" Draco asked, "for the boy." She nodded, writing on her pad while waiting, "Potter and I will need another moment."
"I didn't mea—." Harry sighed, " fuck Draco." He rolled his eyes when Draco gave him a look at the use of the curse word. "I've liked you bloody well since we were children," he shook his head, "and, y'know, it was just easier to marry my work and focus on Teddy. Not to like someone else. Especially someone I worked with and then oversaw."
Draco chuckled, "yeah? Well. At some point you enjoy obligations outside of work. And I don't mean just your son. " He paused, "is that what you call him?"
"It's easier," Harry nodded, "though he knows of Tonks and Remus."
"Okay, so, at some point you enjoy obligations outside of work. I'm not saying it's me," Draco shook his head, "I can disappear, go back to where we were two weeks ago before you started dreaming about me in pink lace," Harry flushed, looking away, "but, Merlin, Potter you're 24, almost 25 I suppose. At some point you get to enjoy something."
Harry blinked before sighing, "it's hard, innit? Bring someone into your life when you have a child? Bring someone into your life when you don't have time for them?" Harry frowned, "it's not that I wouldn't like to spend weekends like last, I mean it doesn't always have to revolve around work, but regardless." Harry lifted a shoulder, "I don't have time, Draco. I can't give someone my time."
Draco fell quiet, setting up straight and when Teddy's food arrived he took the plate and moved things around for the boy. "Potter, order." He said as he set Teddy's dinner up, the boy happily chatting and counting, Draco 5 chicken nuggets!
After Harry ordered, Draco placed his own, and they fell into a silence. Harry drummed his fingers across the table top, "you're good with him."
Draco smiled, his features softening as he did, "I love children, Potter."
"Do you?"
"Yes," Draco nodded, "a soft spot for me, I'd love to have my own. Hundreds of them."
Harry chuckled, lifting an eyebrow, "hundreds? That is quite a lot."
"It'll never happen, it's a dream." Draco leaned back in his chair, picking up his water and taking a sip.
"Why would it never happen?"
"I won't be able to have my own, hm?" He gave Harry a look, "and I doubt anyone will accept me on an adoption application."
"Why wouldn't they?"
Draco titled his head, his longer on top hair falling in his eyes that he lazily brushed back. "I'm… a Malfoy , no one would want someone like me to raise a child."
Harry sucked in a breath, frowning, "Draco… I mean, it's a whole new world out here."
"It is, who knows. Stranger things have happened." Draco eased, watching Teddy stuff ketchup covered fingers in his mouth, before he moved and grabbed a napkin for him, wiping his hand, "is it good, bubby?"
"Yes!" Teddy nodded excitedly, and offered a ketchup covered fry to Draco. Harry was about to tell Teddy to stop, when Draco bent and put it in his mouth.
"Very good," he agreed happily, licking his lips. "Next time I'll have that."
Teddy grinned, stuffing more french fries in his mouth and Harry laughed, quietly, shaking his head. "You shouldn't indulge him like that, Draco."
"You're only young once, Potter," Draco smiled as he sat up straight, and took a drink. "Dinner," Draco said as he sat his glass down.
Harry and Draco's conversation was light, mostly about Teddy and work. "Can you apparate after eating?" Draco had asked as the bill came, sweeping it into his hand before Harry could reach for it.
"Yes, I'll manage." Harry nodded, "honestly, it's generally better after eating."
"Good," Draco held the bill in hand, Teddy dozing in his arms as he stood. Harry got to his feet, frowning slightly. "Hm?"
"Seems he shared his ketchup with your shirt," Harry gave a nod, and a sigh, "sorry."
Draco snorted, "Potter, honestly." He rolled his eyes and handed Harry his jacket, when he held his hand out, then Teddys bag. "Carry these." He said, while grabbing his wallet and paying the bill and a tip.
Harry watched, sighing, holding the items he was given. Then Draco turned to him, and gave a nod towards the door. Harry walked with him, feeling his free hand slip along his lower back again. He felt his stomach twist in knots, his face flushed pink.
Once outside and a little away from the restaurant Harry turned towards Draco, before he reached out and offered his hand. Draco took his hand, and felt Harry apparate them to his front step.
"Would you… uh, like to come in?" Harry asked, belatedly thinking to check his watch.
"Sure," Draco answered quietly, and Harry pushed the door open letting them in. The blonde gave Teddy a cuddle, "is it his bedtime?"
"Nearly," Harry nodded, it was a little later than he had realized it had become. "I'll lay him down," he suggested, after putting Draco's jacket over the back of the armchair and placing Teddy's bag on the floor. He reached for Teddy, and Draco slipped him into his arms. "Hold on a moment." Harry said quietly, before he turned down the hallway.
Draco waited, rather impatiently, taking his time to look through Harry's den. He was peering through a bookcase, chuckling as he realized what Blaise had told him wasn't a lie. There were little knick-knacks and memorabilia that were centered around the man.
He found the t-shirt Blaise had given him hung in a case, and Draco thought it was funnier that Harry Potter had taken the time to hang it up sometime over the weekend, then what was actually written on the shirt. It was a picture of the man winking, in the middle of the shirt, and had the words: Desirable No. 1 above his head. Draco had laughed the night he had opened the gift bag and saw it. Though, now looking at it again, he felt a little sad about what it was in reference to.
"Ah, found my trophies, Draco?" Harry was chuckling as he approached.
Draco smirked, looking at the other, "I did, yes. Quite a collection."
"Always a good laugh," Harry shrugged, "and, I suppose, if I ever had people over it would be a conversation starter."
"Ah, yes I think that could be true." Draco shook his head, standing straight, and he looked at Harry after a moment, "this the part you tell it was a great date, but it's not going to work out after all?"
Harry chuckled, relaxing as he stood there, "I... Well," he cleared his throat, "was actually going to, uhm, ask if you'd like to join us Saturday, perchance?"
"Saturday?"
"Ted would like to go to the zoo," Harry explained, "but, if not, that is fine. Really. I didn't mention it to him or anythin-."
Draco held up a hand, "Merlin, Potter. You're a fucking mess." Harry sucked in a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'd love to join Teddy and you at the zoo." Harry relaxed visibly, letting his breath out slowly, waiting for anything else to follow the statement. Draco just smiled, and took a step towards him, "I should leave, I have ketchup on my shirt, after all."
Harry nodded, "right, yeah, ketchup."
"I don't think it would be fair for Teddy to find me here in the morning," Draco said honestly when Harry muttered those words.
"Well, yeah, of course. Uhm, like I said, it can be difficult." Harry nodded quickly, stepping back as Draco approached him, "but, Saturday. Ted will love that."
"Will he?" Draco nodded, smiling, "of course, I'll love that for Teddy, as well."
"Right, I mean," Harry flicked his tongue across his pink lips, sucking in another breath when Draco pressed his hand to the wall behind him, encasing him to keep him in place. "So, uhm, work tomorrow."
"Yes, work is tomorrow." Draco nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry returned the kiss, carefully, he reached his arms out, and pressed his hands to Draco's chest, sliding them down his slender sides and wrapping his tan hands around his hips, pulling him closer.
Harry sighed the moment their bodies touched, he felt Draco sliding his hand along his jaw and then his fingers knotted in his messy hair deepening the kiss. "Ah," Harry whispered when Draco gave his locks a small tug.
Draco nipped his bottom lip, giving it a tug, before pressing his forehead to Harry's.
"Say something?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed, his hands gripping the blonde's hips hard. "Anything."
"Just taking it all in," Draco said quietly, tilting back, "what do you want me to say, Potter?"
"I don't know, Draco." Harry sighed, "just anything besides the fact you want to leave."
Draco smiled, "okay, I won't say I want to leave." Harry felt the man push him into the wall, and their lips connected again. More urgent, more intense. Harry was grasping for this feeling, he found, a little irritated with himself at the fact. He had done so good, keeping it all separate but that fucking pink bag on his desk. Harry was done in.
"What are you thinking about, Potter?"
Harry blushed, jerking his head back, "nothing."
Draco gave him a curious look, his right eyebrow lifted, "okay?"
"Sorry, nothing." Harry shook his head, trying to play it cool. Trying to play it off. He lifted a shoulder, wishing they could go back to Draco kissing him. Draco pressing his body against his own.
"Are you sure you don't want me to leave?" Draco asked softly, cautiously.
"No," Harry dropped his hands, "no, don't leave." He shook his head quickly.
"You've got me at a loss, Potter." Draco admitted honestly, giving the other a small smile, after watching his hands leave his body.
Harry groaned, his head pressed to the wall as he leaned back, "I was thinking about... what you said."
"What I said?"
"At dinner," he felt himself blushing, again, and didn't meet Draco's eyes. "About going back two weeks before I started dreaming about you in pink lace."
Draco chuckled, "so you have dreamt about me in pink lace, hm?"
"It has crossed my mind, yes." Harry took a breath, "I didn't know it was yours, at first, I thought it was for your girlfriend."
"I've told you I don't have a girlfriend."
"I didn't know that, at the time." Harry gave him a look, "did I?"
Draco ran his fingers through his hair softly, "would you like me to wear pink lace, Potter?" He whispered, leaning in towards Harry, his lips pressed to his ear. "Right at this moment?"
"N-no," Harry shook his head, "no, it's okay."
"Hm," Draco nipped his earlobe, before flicking his tongue along the shape of his ear. "Are you sure?"
"N-next time?" Harry merely whimpered, his eyes closed, his body flushed. He wanted to cringe when Draco chuckled, but he couldn't. He found himself groaning at the sound.
"Merlin, Potter." Draco teased, and grabbed Harry by the waist, flipping him around. "Who would've thought," Draco whispered against the back of his neck, biting the skin playfully. "Harry Potter weak in the knees."
"Draco," Harry pressed his palms to the wall to catch himself, as Draco slipped his hand under his t-shirt, the cool, pale fingers brushing over Harry's body.
"Yes?" Draco mused softly, his fingers sliding down Harry's abs and unfastening his jeans. "Fuck, you're so hard." Harry gasped out a breath when Draco wrapped his fingers around his length, pressing the heel of his palm against the base of his cock.
Harry flexed his hips, sucking in a breath. It had been a while, and as that thought crossed his mind he opened his mouth to say that to Draco, who just pressed his lips to his cheek, "it's fine." He said, not letting Harry say anything. "Just feel, Potter." He demanded of the man at his mercy, "nothing else is allowed, Potter, just feeling. Can you do that for me?"
Harry hissed out, " yes. "
"Good," Draco muttered, stroking Harry's length slowly, pressing his own concealed erection against his backside, "I've thought about you too, Potter."
Harry nodded, scared he'd scream something if he opened his mouth. Draco stoked him slowly, "I thought about this, " he whispered, nipping his shoulder, "though, you were much more naked and quite a bit more demanding in my mind." He teased the quiet man, Harry gulped nervously. "Don't you want me, too?"
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled roughly, his hand a fist pressed to the wall, his legs tensing when he felt Draco grind against his backside. "Draco, please." He begged, arching his back, trying to get the reprieve he was searching for from Draco's hand.
"There, that's better." Draco said happily, nuzzling his neck, he watched as Harry moved his hand from the wall and grabbed it, quickly, with his other hand. "Just feeling, Potter." He said softly, his mouth working at the back of his neck, Harry grunted a little annoyed, and he felt Draco press into his ass roughly.
"Draco," Harry moaned quietly, his fist tight as it pressed against the wall by Draco's hand. He knew he could move his other hand, but he knew Draco didn't want him to. "Please, just, let me touch you."
"No," Draco said simply, his chest hard against Harry's back, feeling the brunette edging closer before he breathed out a gasp, his legs tense, his hips stuttering forward. Draco pulled him back against his body, his hand reaching up around the head of Harry's cock as his mouth pressed to his jaw with a soft kiss. Harry gasped out a breath, his hands sliding from the wall and he sagged back against Draco's body.
"No," Harry shook his head, looking down at himself, "no, that's not fair." He moved to turn around, but Draco held him fast against his body. "Draco," the brunette whined, his hand grabbing at the arm around his waist.
Draco felt him pulling on his arm, and he chuckled softly, Harry groaning quietly at the sound, again, "you're needy, Potter."
Harry flushed, pressing his backside against Draco's hips, "how you imagined me," Harry grunted feeling the hand around his shaft giving him another stroke. "Draco," he breathed out, his other hand reaching behind them and grabbing at Draco's hip.
"What do you want, Potter?"
"Use me. You inside of me," he breathed out, they were as close as they could possibly be, "please, Draco. I want to feel you."
Draco turned them from the wall, and pushed Harry into the settee. The man's fingers wrapped around the back of it, to catch himself, as they moved. "Ah, look at you, Potter." Draco cooed, while doing just that. Looking at him. Harry felt crazed, whimpering when the other man moved his hand from around his shaft. "Fuck, Potter, I can't do both at the same time. You're a slut." Harry flushed with a moan at the use of the word, his cock twitching between his legs.
" Slut does it for you, hm?" Draco smiled to himself, his hand sliding over Harry's arse, he pressed his thumb between his arsecheeks, and against his arsehole, Harry arched his back, pressing himself against Draco's thumb.
"Just please," Harry whimpered, suddenly feeling the cool lube on Draco's fingers, his thumb teasing his entrance, before he moved his hand and pressed a finger in. The blonde slipped his finger in slowly, hearing the sinful moan that came flying from Harry's mouth.
"Quiet, Potter," Draco said softly, a second finger slipping inside of the man, moving slowly. Slower than Harry clearly wanted as the man pressed hard against the back of the couch, trying to get more from Draco.
"More, now," Harry demanded, whimpering when Draco pressed his fingers inside of Harry, finding what he was searching for as he brushed his fingers over his prostate. The raven haired man let out a gasp, his head falling forward, and when Draco pulled his hand back and pressed a third inside of him, his eyes grew wide, "are you that big?" He growled at the other man, "or are you going to keep teasing me?"
Draco laughed quietly, "my, my Potter," he growled at him, "why don't you be a good boy and keep your mouth shut, let me worry about this part?"
Harry growled out something that didn't quite make sense, his fingers white as they grabbed at the back of the settee, feeling Draco reaching for that spot each time he thrust his fingers in, Harry's cock twitching between his legs. "Draco I'm go—."
" Already ?" Draco interrupted and moved his other hand from Harry's back, around his front, and felt his cock. "You little tart, Potter, fuck." Harry nodded his answer, whimpering as Draco touched him, and then his fingers were no longer inside of him and Harry wet his lips in anticipation, sucking in a shallow breath through his teeth.
Draco slid himself between his arsecheeks, rutting against him, "spread yourself for me," Draco felt himself growl the words, his voice rough and sharp when Harry let out one of those needy whimpers. Harry, without a second thought, bent forward, his chest pressed against the couch back, his hands spreading his arse for Draco, who fought the urge to just slam himself into him. He wasn't sure Potter would have minded that, all too much. With a wave of his hand he spread the lube down his cock and pressed the tip of his length to Harry's stretched arsehole, Harry letting out a gasp of a breath pressed back as Draco slid into him.
Harry felt Draco's nails biting into his skin, his body on fire, his arse felt like it was burning as Draco moved inside of him. "More," Harry begged, his voice raspy and a grunt, pressing back as best he could, though he was lacking leverage.
"Stay." Draco demanded, moving slowly, his hands hard around Harry's hip as he slid into him, his other falling from his shaft and grasping his hair in a tight fist. Harry yelped in pleasure, his hands slipping from his bum and he grabbed the other support he had, and pressed himself hard against Draco, groaning out a string of words as Draco slipped inside of him. "You fuck!" Draco yanked his hair, hard, "fine, you want me to fuck you like a whore, Potter?"
"Fuck, yes." Harry begged, his mouth falling open when Draco slammed into him, his balls slapping against his own, and Harry fought against the hand holding his hair to drop his head. "No, no, no," he whimpered when Draco pulled out, before letting out another lust filled string of words the moment he pounded right back into him.
Draco was not soft, he was quickly learning Harry didn't want that. Part of him wondered if he ever did, or if this was just because of the moment. Who they were. The pent up energy, the pent up feelings, the pent of fantasies, the color pink. "Draco, yes." He gave half-hearted praise, his legs sliding when Draco's hips met his arse with that rough thrust again, "please."
If he was any less of a man Draco figured he would have felt put off by the way it seemed Harry was not satisfied. "Draco touch me." Harry begged, his voice dripping in need, his hips moving as he rocked back against the blonde's cock.
"I think you can manage," Draco hissed, pumping into Harry hard and quick, he dropped his hand from his hair, feeling Harry lean towards it, and scraped his nails down his back hard and, possibly, not to his surprise, Harry did manage just fine. His arse clenched around Draco, his hips stuttered, his feet nearly gave away as he came hard, spraying it all over the couch back when Draco scratched as his back, and ground himself against his arse. "Fuck, Potter. " Draco breathed out, hard, leaning into him, "you fucking slut, tell me how much you want me."
"Draco, please, give me everything you have." Harry breathed out, "I need you to use me," he whimpered, barely holding himself up as Draco's body pressed hard against his, his mouth on Harry's neck, giving it a bite and a suck, as he filled him one last time. His hips tense as they smacked into Harry's ass, and he filled his tight hole with his cum, "oh, Merlin, Draco." Harry cried out, "God damn it."
"Draco and God next to each other in a sentence." Draco teased, flicking his tongue along Harry's throat, his hand sliding through his hair and with a grip he made him tilt his head back, and gave him a quick kiss. "High praise, Potter."
Harry, heavy breathing and flushed face, returned the kiss before he felt Draco pulled himself out. He didn't answer, though, he would have sagged to the floor if Draco hadn't been holding him. Fuck, he thought as Draco cradled his body against his chest, and fell back into the armchair that rested next to the bookcase full of his trinkets. He moved as Draco wanted, settled on his lap. Fuck. He thought again, there is no going back from this. This was it.
Draco had used Harry for all he was worth, and Harry? Fuck, Harry had let him. He felt embarrassed as his body stung from the scratches, his neck bruised from the teeth marks, his hair smarted from the way Draco had grabbed it, his whole body a wobbly mess as he curled into Draco's lap, against his body.
Draco held him close, rubbing his back and giving him a cuddle. "You were so good, Potter," he whispered as Harry buried his head into his neck, "so fucking good."
Harry woke with a gasp, memories flooding back to him the moment his eyes flashed open. Draco. He felt said man next to him, and reached over slowly to see if it was real.
It was real. Very real.
Draco Malfoy was lying next to him. He sat up, quickly, grabbing his glasses from the bedside table and shoving them into place.
The man laid there in the soft morning light, barely covered, a leg hanging out of the blanket and sleeping peacefully. Harry watched, scared and mesmerized at the sight. His face flushing pink at the memories, again, and he took a nervous breath. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to act. What he was supposed to say.
He pushed himself up from the bed, feeling exhausted, and glanced towards his en-suite, the door half open. He remembered they took a shower together and hadn't bothered with any towels after. He moved quickly to grab a pair of pants and stuffed his legs into them.
I need you to use me. Harry fought back a groan, he knew he said it but he had wished he hadn't. He was sure he had said it more than once, that second time around for sure, and fuck if Draco hadn't. Harry felt sore, a good type of sore, his whole body ached and he felt his cock twitch at the feeling.
He groaned, out loud, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Do you always have a freak out when you wake?" Draco asked quietly, his eyes still closed when Harry jerked around to look at him. "I'll leave, just a moment."
Harry swallowed, hard, "you don't have to," he finally answered, watching a smile grace Draco's face. "And, it wasn't a freak out."
"Mm," Draco murmured, stretching his arm across the bed towards Harry's voice, his hand open. "C'mere."
Harry paused, then he did as requested. He slid across the bed and felt Draco wrap his arm around him. "Calm down, I'm not going to harass you, Potter." He chided the other, and Harry squirmed as he pressed against the other man.
"I'm, uh, I…" Harry trailed off, he didn't know what to say. He felt so exposed, he was waiting for Draco to pick at him, or throw him away, whatever. Harry didn't know.
Draco did neither. He just pushed his hand through Harry's hair, giving the locks a tug so he would look up at him, "you're?"
"Fuck, Draco," Harry rolled his eyes, "you're a tosser the moment you wake up, too, huh?"
Draco laughed quietly, shaking his head, "I was asking what you were saying..? That makes me a tosser?"
Harry sighed, shaking Draco's hand from his hair, annoyed. "I don't know what I was going to say."
"Then don't say anything. Sleep."
Harry chuckled this time, "you can sleep, Draco, I have a child to get ready for the day."
"At this hour?" Draco finally opened his eyes, peering at Harry, "what time is it?"
"I'd say about 6:00?" Harry shrugged, he generally woke up around that time everyday.
"6:00?" Draco frowned, "I am not one for early mornings, Potter."
"I know you get to the office right on time." Harry smiled, shaking his head before he moved, but Draco tightened his arm and pulled him back down. "Draco I need to ge—."
"I know, I know." Draco whispered, his eyes searching Harry's face, then he leaned in and gave him a careful, and soft kiss. Harry returned the kiss and when Draco laid back he looked at him, curiously. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, why?"
"I was a little rough, and I said some not so nice things," Draco said softly, "I just want to make sure you're okay."
Harry's face shaded, and he tried to hide, he tried to move but Draco didn't let him, "I'm fine." He rushed to say, "stop it."
"Hm," Draco studied him a moment longer, quietly, then he leaned forward again and gave him another kiss. "You'd tell me, wouldn't you, Potter?"
"Yes I would tell you."
"Was it… okay?" Draco coaxed the other, "was everything okay?"
Harry quirked an eyebrow, "are you doubting you, Draco? Mister Self aware?"
Draco snorted, "no, Potter. I know I was great. I'm asking about the other things."
Harry sighed, closing his eyes a moment, "everything was perfect, Draco. Now let me up, you're ruining my routine."
"Couldn't have that." Draco teased before he let his arm fall from around Harry. "Perfect, hm?" He smirked as he laid back.
"Merlin, there he is. Thought I lost him for a moment."
Draco gave Harry a look, "doing the other part of all those things you called perfect, Potter. Aftercare."
Harry pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "thank you," he said sincerely, before moving to his feet.
"Daddy!" Teddy's voice met them suddenly, and Harry had half a second to compose himself before Teddy was there, climbing on the bed and wrapping him in a hug.
"Hey bud," Harry returned the hug, holding him tightly.
"The sun is up!" Teddy was saying and then he let out a squeal and clamored over Harry's lap to Draco, throwing himself on the man. Harry held his breath, uncertain what his reaction would be. "Draco is here!"
"I am here," the blonde said softly, wrapping his arms around Teddy with a squeeze. "How did you sleep, darling?"
"Good," Teddy snuggled against him, "you make me eggs?"
"Me, hm?" Draco smiled, "okay, eggs it is, but your daddy owes me coffee, okay?"
"Okay," Teddy agreed with a quick nod, "now get up!"
"Oh, you mean right now?" Draco rubbed his eyes, "you don't wake up a little before breakfast?"
Harry was laughing, "Teddy, let me make you breakfast, and let Draco wake up. We'll come back in, in a bit."
Teddy huffed out a whine as he climbed off the bed, taking Harry's hand. "What's on your back, daddy?"
"What?" Harry asked, turning slightly to look in the mirror, "oh." He blinked at the scratch marks Draco had given him, "uhm, who knows. It's fine."
Teddy gave a smile, unfazed, pulling Harry out of the room, "we bring Draco coffee and then he makes me eggs?"
Harry laughed, quietly, about to answer when Draco called from the bed, "I'll be right there, Potter."