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James was 11; Albus and Scorpius were 10 when Ginny Weasley decided to show her face again.

It was the summer before James was set to go to Hogwarts. Draco was out getting some last minute supplies that they had forgot to grab during their trip into Diagon Alley. He had taken Al and Jamie with him; Scorpius deciding to stay behind to help Harry with dinner.

“Dad, I’m done peeling the potatoes. Can I help you with something else?” Harry turns to Scorp and nods towards the chicken, “You can pour the sauce and turn the heat down low. It just needs to simmer for about 15 minutes and then it will be ready.” The boy nods and does as he is told.

Scorpius sighs happily, “I don’t know why Papa hates cooking like a muggle. It is so relaxing.” Harry chuckles and says, “Your father has no patience. If it takes longer than 20 minutes he would rather use magic.”

Scorpius snorts but doesn’t comment on that. Out of his three boys, Scorpius is the only one who has taken to cooking like Harry. Albus loves baking with him but he refuses to do anything else. Jamie is absolutely hopeless in the kitchen. Last time he tried to make his own toast he had managed to set the toaster on fire.

To this day he couldn’t really explain what happened.

Hermione had almost had a heart attack when she had seen Scorp at the stove. She had lectured Harry on how irresponsible it was to allow a 10 year old near an open flame for about 20 minutes. But Harry knew his boy could handle it. Scorpius was so cautious when it came to everything. If he was unsure or felt uncomfortable he was not afraid to voice it.

Harry knew he could trust him in the kitchen; unlike his older brother who would probably burn the house down.

There is a sudden ripple against Harry’s spine as someone disrupts his wards. He lifts a brow; who the hell was trying to break through his wards?

“Dad is everything okay?” Scorpius gives him a concerned look as he too felt the shift in the air. Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know but it seems like someone is trying to reach the door.” He can sense that it is not an immediate threat. Anyone trying to cause them any harm would not have been able to come within 50 feet of the wards alone.

No this person was right on top of them; Harry could almost feel the annoyance of the intruder.

He wipes his hands on the dish rag and says, “Stay here and don’t come out unless I say so.”

Scorpius’ gives him an unhappy look, “No dad, I want to come with you. I….I don’t want you to go alone.” He can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Harry walks over and gives him a kiss on top of his head.

“Don’t worry about me, son. Just stay in here please. Your Papa always likes to point out that I am the strongest wizard of our time. I need to keep you safe so please stay in here.” He can feel his reluctance but Scorpius finally nods.

He tells him to watch the food and then Harry heads outside.

He opens the door and marches down the steps, ready to yell at whoever is trying to come through. His words freeze in his mouth when he sees the annoyed face of the intruder.

What the bloody hell was Ginny Weasley doing here?

She huffs, “Really Harry, you removed me from the wards? Is that anyway to greet a friend?”

Harry can only stare at his ex-girlfriend. His chest tightens painfully; he hasn’t seen or heard from her in 10 years. His eyes are wide and his mouth is opening and closing; his mind refusing to wrap around the fact that Ginny is right outside his door.

She gives him a small smile. His eyes roam over her; her red hair is cut short, just passing her chin. She has the build of a Seeker, no doubt from still being active on the Quidditch pitch. And her eyes are still the same, that soft brown that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

His stomach twists in disgust. He morphs his shocked face into cold indifference. He can see the way she loses her smile and flinches at that.

Harry crosses his arms, not coming closer. He asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is cold, trying to keep the anger and resentment out of it. Seeing her here, standing there with a smile like she hadn’t abandoned her own children, makes his blood boil. If this had been 8 years ago, his magic would have upheaved his house.

He can feel it coiling within him, demanding to be released and unleashed on the person who had caused him so much pain. But he could control his magic now. He holds it tightly in his chest and lets it caress him; reminding him just how much magic he has.

Ginny tries to come closer but she yelps as the wards repel her. Annoyance flashes in her face as she says, “Harry I want to talk. Can you lower your wards so I can come in?”

He lifts a brow, “And who says I want to talk to you? What could you possibly have to say to me after 10 years?” He can see her swallow, “Harry please. I want to apologize, I want to tell you about everything: Why I left, why I was no good for you and the boys-”

Harry growls, “You do not get to talk about them.” She flinches but stands her ground, “They are my sons too, Harry.”

He feels his anger boiling over, “No they aren’t. I have a piece of paper that states otherwise. A paper that you signed without a second glance. You didn’t even look back, Ginny. You took off because you felt that you weren’t meant to be a mother. You left two defenseless babies who needed their mother. You left me like you didn’t give a shit about me.”

It no longer hurts him; the fact that Ginny had left him. She had claimed that she still loved him but she didn’t want to settle. Or something like that. He had burned her letter years ago.

He can see her eyes water, “I am so sorry Harry. I….I felt trapped and I panicked. I had two kids and I wasn’t even 21 yet. We weren’t married and I wanted to see so much of the world.”

Harry scowls, “Did it ever occur to you that we could have done that together? As a family?” She is crying but Harry feels nothing. She lets out a broken, “I still love you. I want you back; I want my boys back.”

His lip curls in disgust, “Did you just think you could come back? Proclaim your love for us and everything would be like it was? That it would erase the fact that you haven’t been here for years? That you barley talk to your family, that Al and James don’t even know who you are or what you look like?”

Her lip trembles at that, “They don’t?”

He shakes his head, “They didn’t want to. Both boys refused to see who you were. For all they care, a woman gave birth to them but that is it. They claim to have no mother.”

He can see her hands clench, “That isn’t true.” He scoffs, “Believe what you will. I never lied to them Ginny. They know the truth.” Her tears are falling down her face but Harry feels nothing. Her leaving them had hardened his heart against her. There was no excusing what she had done. He hadn’t forgiven her and he was in his right not to.

It wouldn’t change anything.

She tries again, “I love you, Harry.”

“Well I don’t love you. I want you to leave, Ginny. Go back to where ever you fucked off to. I don’t need or want you here. And my boys don’t either.”

She yelps as the wards push her back, sensing Harry’s agitation. “Harry please. I just want to talk; I need to see-”

“Dad, is everything okay? The…the food is done.” Harry’s head turns just as he hears Ginny gasp.

She shrikes out, “Malfoy?!” Scorpius frowns as he rushes to Harry’s side. His eyes are wide and a bit frightened as he looks at Ginny.

His voice comes out hesitant, “Daddy….who…who is that?” He grins at his choice of words. Scorp only ever calls his Daddy now when he feels afraid or extra affectionate. He places a kiss on his head and says, “No one you need to worry about, sweetheart. Go back inside. I will be in shortly.”

Ginny’s shocked voice comes out, “Harry, who the hell is that? Why is there a mini Malfoy attached to your hip? How could you let someone like that near you?!” Harry sneers at her again; he can feel Scorp holding him tighter.

He bites out, “Do not talk about my son like that! I will hex you until you can’t see straight and then call the Aurors on you for trespassing! Get the hell off of my property Ginny.” He can see how her face turns pale at his threat.

How dare she say anything about his little boy?

Harry smooths blonde hair back and says, “Go inside baby. I will be right behind you, I just need to take care of this first. Go on, your Papa should be home soon.”

He nods and quickly goes back inside. He turns furious eyes to Ginny; the color has returned to her face. She looks angry, “Explain to me why you have an exact replica of Draco Malfoy in your home and why you’re calling him your son.”

His lip curls in anger, “I have nothing to explain to you. We are no longer together, we are no longer friends. You are nothing and you need to leave now!” The words tumble out of him and it feels so good to say. This has built up over the years; he never got to tell her how he felt. But now all he wants her to do is leave.

He says, “You disgust me Ginny. I never thought I could despise anyone again; but I despise you. You hurt my boys when you left without a second glance, and you just insulted my son like you have a right. Leave now before I do something you will not enjoy.” She was trespassing; he was in his right to defend his home and his family.

She opens her mouth; looking ready to scream at him.

“It will do you well to listen to him, Weasley. Leave our home before I help him remove you.” Draco’s voice washes over him and he feels his anger simmer. He looks over and gives him a small smile. Draco has his eyes narrowed at Ginny, though.

Now her mouth his opening and closing like a fish.

She sputters a bit as Draco comes to stand next to Harry, an arm wrapping around his waist.

She stammers out, “Ma….Malfoy…what….what the bloody fuck are you doing here?”

Draco’s voice is hard as he answers, “Telling you to leave my home. I will not tell you again.” Now she glares at him, “You’re home? This is Harry’s home you psychopath; have you lost your bloody mind?” Harry bristles at her insult, but Draco doesn’t let him respond.

Instead he turns to Harry, “Love, if you don’t remove her I will. And it won’t be pretty.”

Harry hears her shout out, “Love?”

Harry sighs, “The wards are already pushing her back. Let’s just go inside.”

Her voice grinds on his nerves as she says, “Harry! What are you doing with Malfoy? Get away from him! Stop touching him you moronic Slytherin!” Harry scowls and opens his mouth. But Draco grabs his head and slants their mouths together. Harry responds without a second thought; tongue licking those luscious pink lips.

Draco pulls back and Harry can feel how Ginny’s magic suddenly flares in anger. Draco turns to her, steel grey eyes regarding her in disdain, “Stay away from my home and you damn well better stay away from my husband.”

Draco laces his finger through Harry’s and tugs him inside. He doesn’t catch a glimpse of her expression as he follows his angry spouse. Harry doubles the strength of his wards as an afterthought.

The door shuts and they walk into the living room. Scorpius is sitting there with his head on Jamie’s lap. Al is currently looking out the window but he turns to his fathers as they enter the room. Al asks, “Dad who was that? Why was she being mean to Papa?” He scowls out the window again.

Harry sighs, not wanting to lie to them, “That……that was Ginny Weasley. Your…..your mother….” His voice trails off as Jamie’s head snaps up. Scorpius’ eyes widen and Al whips his head around to Harry. It’s tense and Harry feels Draco’s hand knead his shoulder.

Finally Al’s face goes from shocked to annoyed, “No she isn’t. I only have you and Papa.” With that he marches off into his room and slams the door. Harry flinches and moves to go after him. Scorpius says, “No dad, I’ll…..I’ll go talk to him.” Scorp leaves the room, opening the door and closing it softer than Al had.

Harry turns to James who is looking at him with wide eyes. Draco walks over to him and sits beside him. He runs his fingers through his brown hair. “Are you alright, Jamie?” Harry can hear the slight tremble in his husband’s voice.

 James swallows a couple of times but he wraps his arms around Draco. He rests his head on his shoulder and lets out a ragged sound.

He asks, “Why….why is she here?” Harry answers, “I’m not sure, sweetheart. I am just as shocked as you are.” Harry moves to his other side and sits down. James takes an arm away from Draco and wraps his fingers around Harry’s. The curl tightly around him; almost like he is afraid his dad would leave as well.

Harry squeezes back. Finally after a few moments, James asks, “Do…..do I have to see her?” Draco answers him, “Of course you don’t. You don’t have to do anything, Jamie. Not….not unless you want to.” His eyes meet Harry’s who simply nods. Draco continues, “We will not hold it against you if you want to talk to her…….the choice is up to you.”

Over the years he and Draco had talked what they would do if Ginny every tried to contact the boys. Harry had been hesitant to agree that he would let them see her. But Draco argued that Harry wouldn’t be able to stop James or Albus from seeing her in the future. When they became adults Harry would have no say on the matter.

It wasn’t right to take the choice away from them. Draco had said, “I know what it’s like to have no choice or say in matters. It makes you resent your family. And you want to rebel; do exactly what they’re telling you not to.”

Harry couldn’t argue with that; he also knew what it felt like to have almost ever choice ripped from you with only one path to follow.

Finally, after what felt like hours, James shakes his head. He whispers out, “I….I don’t want to see her. She….she left me….and Al….and dad……I….no…..daddy don’t….don’t let her come back.” Harry’s heart breaks at the hurt in Jamie’s voice. He huddles closer and presses a kiss to his temple.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what will be. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want James. You can always change your mind. I will never love you less.”

Harry would do everything in his power to keep his kids away from Ginny….unless they wanted to see her. But right now it doesn’t look that way.

James shakes his head and moves from Draco and into Harry. He wraps his son in his arms, holding him close. Draco rubs his fingers along Jamie’s hair again and he can feel the boy relax.

Without looking up he says, “I love you Papa….please don’t leave.” He can see the pain lace Draco’s face. Harry opens his arms and Draco gladly slides in; pressing against James. Harry holds them both as Draco presses kisses all over Jamie.

“I will never leave you, my sweet baby boy. No one is going to take me away from you. I love you James Potter. Never forget that.”

He feels James nod against his neck and he sniffles. Planting a kiss on his head, Harry asks, “Do you want to help me set the table?”

James shakes his head, arms snaking around Harry’s neck. He says, “Don’t leave.” Harry sighs and looks at Draco helplessly. Draco sighs, “Fine, I guess I’ll set the table all by myself.” Harry gives him a smile, “Thank you love. We will go help in a bit.” James shakes his head and holds on tighter.

Draco chuckles and places a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

That night James makes Draco sleep on his bed: Al and Scorpius sleep with Harry; one child tucked in each arm.

The next day, while the boys and Draco are still asleep, Ron burst through the Floo. His eyes are red rimmed, and his mouth is set in an angry scowl. Harry had been waiting to hear from him last night, or even Hermione. He was a bit surprised it took so long. Ron is pacing as Harry sips on his tea. Finally he says, “I had to hold my wife at wand point last night. I thought she was going to murder Ginny. I mean who the hell shows up to someone’s house in the middle of the night, crying that Draco has you under an Imperius? Saying he was being delusional because he thought you were his husband. Fuck Harry, my sister has gone around the bend. Hermione was firing curses at her; some of them I didn’t even recognize! I’m a bloody Auror and I didn’t understand half the spells my wife was using.”

Harry lets out a chuckle as Ron continues to rant. He has learned to not interrupt him when he gets started. He ends up talking over Harry and never listening to what he is saying.

Ron is still pacing, “She just came back. Years with only an occasional letter, a random Floo call, maybe a Patronus; but then she’s back…like nothing ever happened. She came to my home and demanded we help her remove you and the boys from Draco’s clutches. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when she said that. ‘Mione was livid when Ginny told her she came here first. She punched her….Harry she punched Ginny in the face when she scowled at the fact that you called Scorpius your son. Merlin I have never seen my wife so angry. I think I was in complete shock that I couldn’t even react to her last night.”

Harry lifts a brow, “How are you feeling now?”

Ron scowls, “I am pissed! But you know what else? I am annoyed; annoyed at myself because I was happy to see her. I…….I know what she did was awful and I resent her for it…..but…..but she is my little sister Harry. I hate what she did…but….but I love her.”

Harry nods, a small pang in his chest for Ron. He gets up and embraces his best friend. Ron buries his face in Harry’s neck and holds him tight. He can feel the other man shaking. “I don’t know what to do Harry. I sent her away last night. I told her to go to mom and dad’s house because I didn’t want her there. But…..but I do want her there. I want Rosie and Hugo to know their aunt. Why…why do I want to forgive her?”

His voice shakes and Harry runs a soothing hand in his hair. “Ron, she is your sister. You love her; you can’t just hate your family.”

“But she hurt you, and she hurt the boys and us as well. She has been nothing but selfish and doesn’t deserve forgiveness but….but…..” Ron’s voice is small and it makes Harry’s throat tighten. He could never resent Ron. He knew this was going to happen. His best mate might be hot tempered and could hold a grudge but he also had a huge heart; and he always had a soft spot for Ginny. Harry would not hold it against him.

Harry sighs, “Ron, I know you. You’ll forgive Ginny and your family will too. You guys have every right to do so. Please don’t feel like you need to stop talking to her just because of me. I still love you and that won’t change if you let Ginny back into the threshold. It’s alright, Ron. Don’t feel like you have any obligation to me on that.” He can feel Ron slowly relax; almost like he just wanted to hear Harry give him a blessing. Which was ridiculous, Ron didn’t need it.

Finally they pull back and Ron’s eyes are a bit wet. He asks, “Do you think ‘Mione will be as understanding.” Harry actually flinches, “I….I don’t know Ron. She has been very protective over Al and James; and when Scorpius came into the picture it got worse.”

Ron sighs and plops on the couch, “She was always protective over you as well Harry. This is going to get ugly.”

They sit in silence for a bit but then Ron asks, “How…how are the boys?” Harry shrugs, “They…..did alright. I think James was having a harder time then Al. But……neither of them wants to see her. Albus was pretty clear he wants nothing to do with her. But Jamie…..well he seems a little more conflicted but….but he doesn’t want to do anything about it yet.”

Ron nods at that, “I can see that…and they have every right. I mean if they never want to talk to her…well who could really blame them.”

Harry agrees, “I left the decision to them. I don’t care about her; all I care about is my family. And you know that includes Draco and Scorp. I won’t have her talking about them like she was last night. I don’t want her in the same vicinity as Draco.”

Before Ron can say anything they both turn as they hear shuffling of feet. They look up to see Al rubbing his eyes. A half asleep Scorpius right behind him.

Scorp yawns and says, “Dad you weren’t in bed.” Al nods but just yawns as well. Harry chuckles, “Sorry sweetheart, I had to talk to Ron.” Both boys quickly perk up and shout, “Uncle Ron!” Ron smiles and makes his way to them. He hugs them and both boys give him a peck on the cheek.

Ron says, “Good morning. What do you boys say about helping me make pancakes? We didn’t get to make them last time.”

They both nod eagerly, make their way to Harry to give him morning kisses and then follow Ron to the kitchen. Harry is about to join when Draco stumbles in, hair a mess and a bit of dried drool on his face. Merlin his husband was adorable in the morning. Yawning he says, “Love, James is asking for you.” Harry quickly makes his way over. He rubs his finger against the corner of his lips; wiping the dry flakes away.

Leaning in he gives Draco a slow kiss. His husband hums and circles his arms around Harry’s neck. They kiss softly for a few minutes. When they pull back, Harry says, “Good morning gorgeous. Have I ever told you that I love how you look first thing in the morning?”

Draco scoffs but there is a blush on his cheeks. He says, “Of course, I am absolutely perfect, Potter.”

Harry grins, “That’s Potter-Malfoy to you, Sir.” He nibbles on Draco’s bottom lip and his husband lets out a happy exhale.

Draco whispers, “I love you.” Harry captures his lips in a quick kiss and the mumbles, “I love you more.” Draco steps away, “Go see your son. He seemed a little agitated this morning.” Harry nods and says, “Oh and Ron is here. The boys are helping him with breakfast. So unless you want him to see that gorgeous head of bed hair, I suggest you head to our bedroom.”

He leaves Draco cursing him and mumbling that he does not have bed hair but doing as he said. Harry steps into Jamie’s room and sees his son is still in bed but looking at the ceiling. When he hears his dad’s entrance he looks at Harry and opens his arms. He doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed and snuggle with his oldest. James is resting against his chest but doesn’t say anything. Harry waits patiently as he can see him thinking hard.

Finally James opens up, “Dad…….does…because she’s here….does….does that mean Papa has to go away?” Harry’s spine stiffens up in surprise.

His voices comes out bemused, “Of course not. What gave you that idea?” James shrugs, “Some of the kids I play with….they’ve told me that they have a mommy and daddy and there couldn’t be anyone else……”

Harry shakes his head, “The world isn’t as black and white as that Jamie. Just…just because Ginny was here doesn’t mean that Papa is leaving. He would tear the world apart before he left you and your brothers. Were married, remember? I love your Papa with all my heart and no one will take him from us. Don’t you love your Papa?” Jamie nods his head hard, “I love Papa, and Scorpius and Al…..I….I don’t want anyone to leave.”

Harry hugs hum tighter, “No one is leaving sweetheart. We are a family and no one will separate us, okay? Don’t ever think that.” He can feel the little boy relax in his arms. Harry can’t imagine what his baby boy is going through. He wishes he could take the fear away but all he can do is offer reassurance.

After a long silence James asks, “Dad…..why….why don’t we all have the same last name?” This question catches him off guard.

“What?”

James snuggles closer, “My friends, they all have the same last name as their brothers or sisters and parents. But….But we all have different ones.”

When they had first gotten married Draco and Harry had talked about changing the names of all three boys to match their own. But when Harry had inquired about it at the Ministry he was told that, even though he had full custody of the children, the Wizengamot would demand that the mother sign over permission on that, seeing that the kids weren’t legally Draco’s.

He had seen the pain in Draco’s face at that. He offered to simply change Scorpius’ name to Potter. He said he would have to keep Malfoy because of his assists and estates, but he wanted Scorp to have his name. But Harry saw the sadness in his eyes; the fact that he couldn’t just add Malfoy to James and Al’s name. Harry refused; if the boys couldn’t all have the same name they wouldn’t change a thing. So they simply changed theirs. It had been a task, seeing as the wizarding world still couldn’t completely wrap its head around the fact that their savior was marrying a Malfoy.

They were now Harry and Draco Potter-Malfoy.

Harry honestly didn’t think that the kids would notice, but he forgets how smart all three of them are. He hugs James a little tighter; unsure of how to explain it.

“Well……your Papa and I have the same because we’re married…but….but you and your brothers are a little bit more……complicated.”

It was hard explaining this to an 11 year old. James doesn’t say anything; just waiting for Harry to go on. He says, “You and Al….while you have me and Papa….well the law….you see….you’re not legally Draco’s.”

James pulls back a bit and looks at him confused, “Legally? What does that mean?” Harry sighs, “You know how Auntie ‘Mione told you that the law is rules we have to follow?” James nods and Harry keeps going, “Well there is a rule that says…..we need……permission from……your….from Ginny so you could have the same last name as your Papa, because….well in the eyes of…..of the people who uphold the rules, you don’t…really belong to your Papa.”

James looks at him with a terrified expression, “But…but you said….Papa wouldn’t leave.” Harry quickly shakes his head, “He won’t. Sorry sweetheart it’s hard to explain but according to the rules you don’t legally belong to your Papa like you belong to me. It’s just a piece of paper, but it doesn’t mean Papa is going anywhere. Just because we don’t have the same last name doesn’t mean anything will change. Does that make sense?”

Harry doesn’t think it does; this was a confusing conversation. But after a minute James nods and says, “I can still love Papa and Scorpius. Nothing has to change?” Harry sighs in relief, “Yes that is exactly right. Your Papa will always be your Papa just like I will always be your Daddy, okay?” James nods and leans back into him.

They snuggle for a few minutes but then Harry tells James Uncle Ron is making pancakes and the boy runs out so fast, you’d think a troll was on his tail.

+++

Hermione was not as accepting as Harry had been with Ron’s revelation. The Potter-Malfoy household was currently filled to the brim with the Granger-Weasley hoard. The boys were so excited to have their cousins over though. Rosie, being only five, loved following Scorpius around. He adored her so much that he offered to let her sleep on his bed and he would sleep with Al. James was currently sleeping in Harry and Draco’s room, annoyed that he had to share but happy to have his Auntie and cousins there. Hermione and Hugo were currently using Jamie’s room.

Harry rubbed his side as he could already feel a bruise forming. He says, “Merlin you would think James has fire ants in his pants with how much he moves.” Draco nods as he rubs his thigh, “And it doesn’t matter how much we extend the bed. He always manages to hits us.”

Harry pouts, “I don’t know why he can’t just sleep on the bloody bed you transfigured for him.”

Draco chuckles, “He threw a tantrum, remember? Claiming it was cruel to make him sleep on something so uncomfortable.” Harry groans, “I am sleeping on the couch tonight. He is all yours.”

Now Draco pouts, “But….but I can’t sleep when you’re not in bed with me.” Harry groans as Draco turns huge doe eyes on him. “Draco, love, that isn’t fair. Let me sleep on the couch so I can actually rest.” His pitiful expression seems to go up a notch and Harry knows he won’t be sleeping on the couch.

Sneaky Slytherin bastard doesn’t want to suffer alone with James and he knows just how to play his husband.  

Before he can say anything, Hermione walks in with Hugo on her hip. The child gurgles happily and makes grabby hands at Draco. The blonde absolutely melts and grabs him from his mother. Hermione chuckles, “I swear he loves you more than me.”

Draco nuzzles Hugo’s hair, “He has amazing taste, ‘Mione. He knows where he will get the best cuddles. Isn’t that right my handsome boy? Thank goodness you took after your mother.” With that Draco leaves the kitchen with a happily squealing baby in his arms.

Harry’s smile turns into a questioning frown as he turns to his best friend. He asks, “Have you talked to him?” Hermione’s own smile falls as she scowls, “No, but I am taking the kids to him today. I am going into the office, and today is his day off. Rosie misses him and was crying yesterday.” He can see her own sadness in her eyes. Rosie isn’t the only one missing Ron.

He sighs, “It’s been four days ‘Mione. You can’t keep punishing him like this for deciding to forgive his sister.” Her hands clench, “She is a rotten woman and I don’t want my kids to have anything to do with her.” Harry goes to sit next to her and places a hand on top of hers.

“Hermione be reasonable. I know you hate Ginny; I’m not telling you to forgive her, but stop tormenting Ron. I can see how much this separation is hurting you, too. You miss your husband.” She leans her head on his shoulder. She doesn’t correct him; her way of admitting he is right.

She says, “How can you be so understanding about this, Harry? You, out of all of us, should be the most bothered by her coming back like this.”

Now he sighs, “I won’t say it doesn’t bother me, because it does. But she is their family Hermione; Molly and Arthur are her parents, Ron is her brother. You know how big I am about family. I’m not willing to hate the Weasley’s just because I dislike her. I know it will be harder for you, because I know Ron is going to want Ginny to know her niece and nephew.” She scowls at this and grips his hand.

He continues, “But they are his kids as well. I know you’ll forgive him; this isn’t enough to break you two. But don’t make yourself more miserable than you already are. I know you’re having a hard time sleeping. So please, just talk to him and hear him out.” She shakes her head; he knows how stubborn she can be. He has said his piece and you won’t tell her again. That will only irritate her more.

But he does notice that when she returns from her home that night with the kids in tow, it is much later than he expected.

He and Draco are cuddled against the sofa a few nights later; everyone sleeping. Harry places a kiss on Draco’s temple and sighs, “I miss holding you at night, love.” His husband lets out a distressed sigh, “Hermione needs to forgive Ronald already. It’s been seven days Harry. Seven days of having Jamie’s foot in my back and you on the other side of the damn bed. I love my son dearly but I might just hex him if he knees me in the crotch again.”

Harry chuckles, “He had his elbow in my eye this morning. I’ll be blind by the end of the month if he stays in there any longer.”

Draco huffs into his chest, “And Merlin knows we haven’t been able to have sex. Yes, Hermione needs to go back home because it is a crime to have the sexiest wizard in the world in my bed and not be able to take advantage of him.”

Harry smirks, “Sexiest in the world huh?”

Draco pinches his stomach, “Don’t get a big head there Potter. It would be uncouth to have less than the best in my bed.” Harry laughs and tilts Draco’s chin up. Their lips connect and Harry lets out a happy sigh. Draco sucks his bottom lip in and nibbles lightly. Harry slips his hand in his hair and tilts his head. Their lips push against each other in the most delicious way. They snog on the couch like a couple of teenagers for what feels like hours.

Harry pulls away first, panting lightly as a shiver runs through him. His favorite grey eyes flutter open and his cock twitches; Draco’s lips are beautifully swollen and his gaze is hungry. Harry’s hand tightens in his hair. Draco lets out a small moan and says, “Where can we go? I need you now Harry.”

Again his cock twitches at his husbands words. Harry groans, “There’s nowhere to go love. We will just have to be quick.” Draco gives him a confused gaze but Harry doesn’t waste time explaining. He is on his knees in seconds as Draco stays seated on the couch. He only tugs his pants and underwear down to expose that beautiful pink cock and the perfect swell of his balls.

No time to waste, he swallows Draco to the root; relaxing his throat so he can take him all the way back. Draco slaps a hand over his mouth and lets out a muffled shout. Harry doesn’t move his head right away. Instead he contracts his throat so he tightens around the shaft. He moves one hand to cradle his husband’s sac and rolls them around between long thick fingers.

“Fuck, Harry……Oh Merlin your mouth,” Draco’s voice is so deliciously wrecked that it makes Harry’s cock twitch again. He groans and the vibrations have Draco’s hand gripping those black curls he loves. Harry pulls back, dragging his tongue along that long shaft. He reaches the tip and runs it along the ridge. He can feel Draco’s thighs trembling and the grip in his hair tightens. Harry gazes up and sees that Draco’s head is thrown back; a hand still covering his mouth. Harry wishes he could hear him. He loves just how loud and passionate Draco is.

But they didn’t have time for that. There was no silencing spells up and anyone could walk into the living room and catch them. Harry wraps his lips around the head and suckles it. But fuck, Draco is delicious. He could swallow his juices forever and die a happy wizard.

He can feel him leaking and the thought thrills him. He digs his tongue roughly into his slit and scoops the sweet nectar that is Draco Potter-Malfoy. The blonde hisses and thrusts his hips up, asking for more without actually using words.

Harry doesn’t deny him. He pulls back and says, “Fuck my throat baby. Stuff my mouth with that gorgeous prick and make sure I can’t talk tomorrow.”

“Merlin, Harry!” He doesn’t hesitate. He grips his head and slams it down so Harry’s nose hits his pubic bone. Draco does as he is told and fucks Harry’s face with no remorse. Harry lowers his pants and begins to stroke himself to the rhythm of Draco’s thrust. His husband alternates between ramming his cock in and moving Harry’s face.

Spit dribbles from the corners of Harry’s mouth and he sees stars when Draco slams home and holds him there. Harry swallows around him and he can feel the muscles in his throat protesting. Just when he feels like he is going to pass out Draco pulls his head away. Harry gasps for a quick breath but then Draco is thrusting back into him.

Harry spills himself all over the bottom of the couch; his spunk shooting out of him like it’s trying to embed itself into the fabric. Draco shoves into his mouth one more time and then he is shooting down his throat. Harry takes it in greedily; not daring to spill a single drop.

Draco’s cock gives one more pitiful spurt and then he is pulling out. Harry is trying to catch his breath as he lays his head against Draco’s thigh. Said blonde currently has his head tilted back, an arm covering his eyes, and is panting like he ran a marathon.

Harry gives a throaty chuckle and Draco’s cock gives a feeble twitch. Harry says, “Fuck Draco, I’m going to have to say I caught a cold and my voice went away.” His throat throbs painfully and Harry absolutely loves it.

Draco lets out a mumble that doesn’t even sound like words. Harry looks up at him but Draco’s earlier position hasn’t moved. He kisses his thigh, “Did I suck the vocabulary out of your brains?” The other man chuckles and after a few minutes he says, “I think you sucked my soul out through my cock. Merlin Harry I’ve never been with anyone who gives head as well as you do. How did I get so lucky?” Draco tugs on his hair and drags him into his lap.

Harry is bulkier than Draco so sitting here is a bit of a challenge. But Draco says he loves the way Harry feels pressed against him; loves the feeling of having the strongest wizard known to man cradled in his arms.    

He captures Harry on a sweet kiss and groans as he tastes himself on his tongue. “Despite having the best blowjob of my life, I want you in my ass.”

Now Harry groans, “I know love. But we can’t; this was risky as it was. The kids could have come down.” Harry snuggles into his husband, tucking his head under his chin somehow. Draco sighs and kisses his forehead, “I know…..I just…..I just miss you.”

They lay there for about an hour, not saying anything, but enjoying this peaceful moment they have together. Harry knows what he means. Yes they see and talk to each other every day but they haven’t been alone in what feels like ages.

With James in their bed, those nights of being together, alone, has been put on hold. It’s only been a few days, but Harry is also feeling it.

He needs to get Ron and Hermione talking again.

+++

It’s five months later when Harry gets a surprise he didn’t see coming.

It’s the end of November and he is putting up the Christmas lights with Al and Scorpius when Draco comes out bundled in his winter coat. He crosses his arms, “I don’t understand why you can’t just put it up with magic Harry. It’s freezing out here.”

Harry opens his mouth but Al beats him to it, “But it’s more fun this way Papa! And we get to spend more time together!” Draco smiles at his son and so does Harry.

Draco walks over to Al and Scorp to help them hang the next set. He says, “I know, you’re right. And I know how much you dad enjoys this as well.” He looks over at Harry and gives him a tender smile. His heart gallops in his chest. He will never tire of seeing that smile.

On their first Christmas as a couple, Harry had told Draco why he loved putting the decorations up by hand.

“When I was little I was never able to enjoy it. The Dursley’s would decorate as a family and lock me in the cupboard. It wasn’t until they were all tired of it that they would let me come out and demand I finish it alone. I…..it took me a long time to be able to enjoy putting up the decorations. It wasn’t until I met the Weasley’s. So I vowed when I had kids I would make sure they would love it.”

Ever since then Draco made sure to put the Christmas boxes outside while Harry got the boys ready.

Two hours later and they are finished. Draco casts a quick tempus and says, “Molly and Arthur should be here in about an hour. I made sure to get out Molly’s favorite pots and pans.” Al grins, “Grammy is cooking?”

Harry levitates the boxes as they all go inside, “Of course. It’s Sunday dinner after all.” They send the boys upstairs to shower. Draco and Harry head to the basement to put the boxes away.

Harry asks, “Do you think Molly is getting tired of having dinner here?” Draco scoffs, “She would smack you upside the head if she heard you.”

Harry knows he is right. He says, “I know…but I can’t help feeling guilty. Sunday was always dinner at the Burrow. I feel….I just feel like this is an inconvenience.” Draco stacks the last box and then wraps his arms around Harry. He gives him a peck and says, “I know…but Molly understands Harry. And she isn’t going to stop seeing her grandchildren or you.”

Harry nods and leans his forehead against Draco’s. He knows he’s right.

A few days after Ginny’s arrival, Molly had come over to Harry’s a bit frantic. Much like her son she was torn over the fact that her only daughter had returned. It took Harry about an hour before he convinced her that he wasn’t going to forbid her from seeing James and Al. He had been a little insulted over the fact to be honest.

She cried and Harry had hugged her until her shaking stopped. It had been such an emotional day. But once he calmed her down he said his piece. “Molly, I love you and the boys and I aren’t going anywhere. But….but I need you to understand that James and Al want nothing to do with her. And I am not going to force them. And I don’t want her to have anything to do with Draco and Scorpius. She crossed a line coming here and insulting my husband and son.”

Molly’s lips quivered, “But Harry……she’s their-” Harry shakes his head and cuts her off, “No Molly. Just because she gave birth to them does not mean she is their mother. She left them because she is selfish and I am sorry if that hurts you but it is true. I am not going to allow her to keep hurting my children. If they don’t want to see or talk to her then that is how it will be. I want you to know that you and Arthur are welcome here as are your sons, but we will not be going to the Burrow while Ginny is there. If she is back for good then we won’t go over until she has settled elsewhere. I talked to my family and they are in agreement. She isn’t welcome here and she does not have my permission to see the boys. I’ll remind you that I have 100% custody over James and Al. If I say she can’t see them, she legally can’t come near them. This is our decision, the five of us, and I ask that you respect that.”

It had hurt him so much to say all of this to Molly, the mother that he never looked for but somehow got. It broke his heart to see her face fall at his words; to see the unhappy lines of her mouth. But Molly was reasonable so she had nodded and she had announced that dinner would be held in Godric’s Hollow. He had told her she didn’t have to do that. He didn’t want her to exclude Ginny from it. But Molly hadn’t budged. She had said, “Ginny wanted to get away from us for some reason. She abandoned us too Harry. I don’t want her to feel excluded but actions have consequences. I’ll hear no more, I will let the boys know that dinner will be here for the foreseeable future.”

And that’s how it had been for the last few months.

George and Bill had both understood Harry’s decision. Charlie was another factor he had to deal with. He had seemed hurt that the family was so willing to leave Ginny behind. But Harry had stood firm when he had come stomping in one night when he had been visiting from Romania.

“How can you not let her see them Harry? She came back, she returned for them!” A few years ago, his words would have caused some doubt in his mind. But that was no longer the case. He told him, “If she did come back for them that’s her choice. But both Albus and James made their choices clear. They don’t want to see her Charlie. And I am not going to force them.”

His face had turned red as he said, “Does it even bother you that this is killing her? That it’s breaking her heart to see her children and the man she loves with Draco Malfoy?” Harry’s hands had clenched in anger. “Do you have a problem with Draco, Charlie? Does that mean you have an issue with my son as well?” His blood had been boiling.

He saw how Charlie had flinched at the mention of Scorpius. He loved him just as much as Al and James. He saw how he deflated a bit. Charlie had said, “You know I have nothing against them Harry. I care about them both. But just think about how she feels. She returned with the hope that you would get back together and she could have her family. I know that she shouldn’t have expected that, but she did. And now not only does she see that she has no chance to get you back, but the whole family is shunning her.”

Harry crossed his arms, “That’s her own fault for thinking I would just sit around waiting for her to get her shit together and that I would paint her in a pretty light to James and Al. She didn’t take into consideration how the boys would feel. How do you think this is affecting them Charlie? That the mother who abandon them, and didn’t even reach out to them, just comes back and expects to integrate herself back into their lives like nothing? Do you know what James asked me? He asked me if Draco had to leave because Ginny was back. You should have seen the anguish that caused him. And I didn’t ask your family to ignore her. I told them that I just wouldn’t be at the Burrow but they were welcome to come and see us here. This isn’t easy for me either Charlie. But I am doing what is best for my family. And you aren’t going to change my mind.”

Charlie hadn’t been to dinner on Sundays when he was visiting. Choosing to stay at the Burrow, but he did come and see them. Harry could always feel his gaze on him but never said anything about Ginny again.       

Harry’s mind comes back to the present when he feels Draco’s lips on his forehead. His husband says, “I know you feel guilty Harry, but this is what is best for the boys. And for your own sanity; I know how angry you get at the thought of that wretched woman and I don’t want you in distress. Besides I will probably end up in Azkaban for attacking her; the sheer thought of her coming back to England just to take you back is enough to make my wand hand twitch.”

Harry chuckles and says, “You have nothing to worry about my love. Ginny Weasley will never hold a candle to you. I would have to be a bloody idiot to ever look elsewhere.” He captures those soft petal-like lips with his own; taking the time to map every inch of Draco’s mouth with his tongue.

The blonde whines into him and presses closer. He nips Harry’s bottom lip and the runs his own tongue against it, making Harry groan softly.

Draco pulls back after giving him a final peck. He says, “As much as I would love to continue, we have guests coming over. If we don’t stop now I don’t think I will be able to control myself. There isn’t enough time for everything I want to do to you.”

Now Harry whines and presses his nose against Draco’s neck. After a few minutes of just holding each other, they head upstairs. They are about to enter the living room when they hear voices. “I told you not to follow me! You need to respect Harry’s wishes Ginny.”

Harry freezes and so does Draco. His ex’s voice hits his ears, “Mom I need to see him. Harry isn’t being fair. I want to talk to him and I want to see my children.”

He can hear the way Molly’s voice cracks. It’s pained but also firm, “Ginny you made your choice all those years ago. I can’t fault Harry for the way he is treating you. You caused this damage to yourself. Beside it isn’t just Harry who doesn’t want you here. The kids don’t want to see you and Draco has made it abundantly clear he wants you nowhere near his husband.”

Ginny scoffs, “How can you side with Malfoy? Harry is mine and so are the boys. That damn Slytherin and his son have no place here and the sooner you all see that the better.”

Harry’s anger at Ginny increases like fire; his heart begins to race and the blood in his veins turns to lava. He stomps into the living room. He can feel Draco’s finger brush his arm but doesn’t stop him. He walks in to see Molly giving her daughter a hurt and frustrated look.

Ginny sees Harry first and her eyes flash with longing. But the murderous look on his face makes her pale. Molly whirls to face him and her eyes water, “Harry, I am so sorry. She…..she followed me through the Floo. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…..” Her voice trails off and Harry’s anger doubles at Ginny. Can’t she see how much she is hurting her mother?

Harry turns to face Ginny. “I told you to keep my husband and son out of your mouth Ginny. You are not welcome here. How dare you insult Draco in his own home? He has more of a right to be here then you ever will. James, Albus, and I do not belong to you; and we never will. We belong to him and Scorpius. I am not going to tolerate your behavior. You’re trespassing, so you have two minutes to leave before I call the Auror’s. Get the hell out of here.”

He can see her eyes flash in anger, “How can you be with him Harry? He’s a Death Eater, and he made you miserable. You two hated each other and never got along! How can you be with Malfoy when I love you?”

Molly lets out a sob and Harry can hear Draco directing her out of there. He is very surprised his husband hasn’t said or done anything to Ginny.

Harry scowls at her, “He is my husband and the love of my life, Ginny. His past does not define him, just like mine doesn’t either. We have forgiven each other and we are building a life together. You will not insult him; I am not above hexing you at this point.” His voice comes out in a growl and Ginny flinches but she doesn’t lose the anger in her eyes. She steps closer and Harry fights not to step back. He doesn’t want her near him.

She says, “Harry I am so sorry. I should have never left; I was young and stupid and still trying to move on from the war. I didn’t know how to work on myself while taking care of two kids. I know I am a selfish person; and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But please Harry, please let me back into your life and the life of our children. Let us be a family; I love you so much.”

She grabs his wrist and pulls him towards her. Harry pulls back but her grip tightens. He says, “I was young too. I was just as fucked up as you were; probably worse seeing as I was constantly tortured and I died twice. But I didn’t run away! I didn’t leave my kids like they were nothing! It’s too late for us to be a family, Ginny. I don’t love you and I am a married man; and the kids don’t want to see you.”

Her tears begin to fall but her eyes don’t seem sad. She looks angry still. She says, “You belong with me Harry. I am the one who gave you those kids. My blood runs in their veins. Malfoy can never give you that; he can’t give you shit.” Her voice comes out desperate and annoyed. Harry bares his teeth at her, “He gave me his heart and a beautiful son. He is the father of my children. He was here when you weren’t. He watched Albus ride his first bike; he bought James his first broom. He was there when Scorpius gave me his heart and called me daddy. He picked up the pieces of my broken heart and put them back together! He gave me everything when I felt like I was nothing! Now he is my world along with our children! He can give me everything you never could for the rest of my life!”

He is panting by the time he is done; his anger reaching well beyond his control. He can feel the walls rattle as his magic leaks out of him.

Ginny isn’t giving up. She places a hand on his chest and says, “He can never make you feel like I did.” Without warning she slams her lips to him. Harry can feel bile rising in his throat. His magic wraps around him and Ginny yelps but she doesn’t move. He pushes her off of him but she grips him harder. He is about to fling her off of him with his magic; he doesn’t want to put his hands on her a second time.

But then she howls in pain and she is flung off of him. She lands a few feet away in a heap on the floor. Harry looks around and sees Draco standing there. His face is masked with fury and surprise. He looks away from Ginny to Harry and says, “That wasn’t me.” Both of them turn to the right to see both Scorpius and Albus standing there with their practices wands outstretched in front of them; Harry and Draco had bought them a couple of years ago so they could practice controlling their magic.

Both boys wear the exact same look of anger and disgust.

Harry lifts a brow but before he can say anything, Scorpius speaks up. He says, “Don’t touch our dad!” Albus scowls at her, “Only Papa can kiss him! Get out!”

Ginny’s eyes widen as she looks at Albus. This is the first time she is seeing him. He can see her eyes soften as they take him in. She gives him a small smile as she sits up. She says, “You….you look just like your father.”

Al was the exact replica of Harry; same messy black hair and striking green eyes. The only thing he didn’t inherit from him was his horrible eye sight. Ginny stands up and moves towards Albus. She says, “Albus….oh my sweet baby boy.”

Albus looks at her with so much hate in his eyes. Albus runs to Draco and wraps around him; Scorpius does the same to Harry.

Al speaks to Ginny, “I am not your baby boy. I don’t even know you!” His voice is hard. Harry can feel Scorpius shaking in anger. He runs his finger through his hair, trying to calm him down.

Ginny doesn’t move towards Al but she reaches her hand out. She says, “Al….Albus I am your mother. I….I love you so much son.”

Albus clings to Draco tighter as he throws her a glare. He says, “I am not your son. I don’t have a mom; I have my brothers, Papa, and dad. I don’t know you and I don’t want to!” With that he turns his face into Draco’s stomach and his little shoulders shake. Harry turns to Ginny and he can see the pain ripple through her.

He says, “You need to leave Ginny. Albus has made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. Go now before I have to remove you myself.”

She looks at Albus a little longer but then a sob escapes her and she is rushing to the Floo. They stand there for a moment. The tension in the room is palpable. Harry looks over at Draco who is speaking to Albus, trying to calm him down.

He feels Scorpius squeeze his arms tighter. Harry sighs, “Are you alright Scorp?” He shakes his head, “I hate her. She is trying to take you away from Papa.” His voice shakes and Harry hears Albus growl. Harry gives a small smile, “No one can take me from Papa. Ginny….she isn’t in the right place. I am sorry you both had to see that.”

Albus locks eyes with Harry and he can see how much anger he holds in them. He says, “Dad……I don’t want her here again. I……I don’t need or want to see her. Please…keep her away from me.”

Harry simply nods. Even though he is much too big, Harry bends down and picks up Scorpius. His son clings to him and Harry walks to Al. He places a hand on his head.

“Whatever you say Al. She won’t come near you.”

Albus curls his hand against Harry’s and says, “And I don’t want her near you. Stay away from her dad.” Draco growls, “I second that. Bloody bint, how dare she kiss you? I have half a mind to go to the Burrow and spell away her damn hair.”

Harry can see the anger and jealousy in his husbands face. He puts Scorp down and says to both boys, “Why don’t you guys go help Grammy and make sure she is alright. I need to talk to Papa.” Both of them nod and run off to the kitchen. Draco crosses his arms and lets out a huff. Harry goes to embrace him but Draco steps back. Harry frowns, “Love, I’m sorry. I….I didn’t know she was going to kiss me.”

Draco doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t look at him. Harry steps closer but again, he steps back. Hurt flashes over him. Harry says, “Draco…..please….talk to me.”

Draco shakes his head and disappears. Harry flinches at the noise of his disapparation. Panic laces his heart and he quickly runs to their room. The door is unlocked and he can see Draco sitting on the bed; head in his hands.

Harry slowly makes his way to him.

After a few tense moment Draco asks, “Harry….do….do you ever miss her?” Shock hits him square in the chest. He kneels in front of him and takes both of his hands. “Draco, why would you even think that? Of course I bloody don’t miss her. She is the last person I want to see right now! Baby….please don’t ever think I want to be with Ginny Weasley. I……I am yours in this world and the next. I love you Draco…please don’t ever doubt that.”

He can hear him release a shaky breath and he squeeze’s Harry’s hands. Finally he says, “I know……I’m being stupid it’s just….watching her kiss you….it reminded me that she had you first….she gave you Al and James…..I…..she was your first love.”

His voice is so small that it pulls at Harry’s heart strings. He presses a kiss to his forehead and wraps him in a hug. He speaks into Draco’s hair as he says, “Yes she was my first love……and she gave me the greatest gift ever. But Draco…you’ve given me so much. You are the only person I want to love for the rest of my life. You’ve given me Scorpius and you give me peace of mind. I found a man that loves me and all the baggage I carry. And that include my kids.”

Draco scoffs but wraps his arms around Harry. He says, “Don’t talk about my children that way.” Harry chuckles and holds him tighter.

Draco whispers, “I love you so much Harry…..I didn’t think I would be able to find this. Someone who could accept me and Scorpius. Someone who would know and understand my past and still love me.” Draco pulls back and locks his gaze with Harry.

Draco continues, “You’re my world and I don’t know what I would do without you. You keep saying I am the love of your life, but you’re mine as well. I don’t want to remember a time when I didn’t love you.” Harry stares at his husband speechless for a second. While Draco was very affectionate physically, he was hardly ever this transparent with his words.

Harry can feel his heart pick up speed. Without saying anything he brings his lips to Draco’s. He opens up to Harry and he caresses the inside of his husband’s mouth with loving strokes. Draco’s hands grip Harry’s nape as he licks and sucks on his mouth. They kiss for a few minutes; Draco grinding lightly against Harry.

Harry flicks he wrist and the door closes and locks softly. Draco pulls back, panting lightly. His eyes are glazed over as he says, “Baby, we don’t have time. Molly and the boys…..” Harry latches on to his neck; nibbling and licking the soft skin there. Draco  mewls at a particularly hard suck. With another flick of his wrist, Harry puts up a silencing charm and a small Confundus Charm. Draco moans loud and thrusts into Harry harder.

He pants out, “Fuck, you know what it does to me when you show off like that.” Harry smirks but doesn’t respond. Instead he fumbles with Draco’s pants. The buttons get stuck and he growls in annoyance.

He yanks with two hands and rips the trousers as if they were paper.

Draco surprises him by moaning instead of yelling at him. “Harry…….Oh Merlin, why are you so bloody strong?” Draco’s cock twitches at the show of force his husband is showing. Harry trails his lips up to Draco’s ear, “I am going to fuck you standing up, Draco. I am going to wrap those sexy legs around my waist and shove my cock up your ass while I hold you. I will fuck you until you can’t walk.”   

He throws his head back as Harry’s words cause his nipples to harden instantly. Fuck, Harry had such a dirty mouth on him.

Harry is still kneeling while Draco is sitting on the bed. Without hesitation, Harry tosses Draco until he lands on his stomach with his legs still hanging off the bed. He lets out a small sound at the impact. He quickly removes his torn trousers and pants; leaving Draco naked from the waist down.

Taking his hands, Harry grabs those plump globes and parts the cheeks. His mouth waters at the sight of Draco’s twitching pink hole. He doesn’t dwindle; Harry wraps his lips around the rim and gives a hearty suck.

Draco almost screams as he feels Harry eat him out. Harry alternates between hard sucks, heavy licks, and tongue penetration. Fuck, he loves how Draco tastes. He could eat him out for hours and still not be satisfied.

Draco can’t stop his voice from coming out. He curses, moans, screams Harry’s name; but his husband doesn’t stop.

Draco moves his hand back and grabs him by the hair. He tries pulling him away from his throbbing rim.

He almost sobs, “Harry….love please….please I need your cock…….fuck me baby, I need you!” His voice comes out whiney but he doesn’t care.

He can feel Harry smirk and pull back. He says, “Oh, I will. But first you’re going to come on my tongue. I want to feel your hole spasm along my mouth.” He dives back in and shows no mercy. Draco pants and shouts until his throat cramps up; his body coils as he feels the wisps of orgasm surrounding him. His hips move along Harry’s face as he rides him, while he continues to swirl and poke his tongue into that tight pink hole.

Harry begins to stroke Draco’s cock from behind and that does it. Draco throws his head back and almost howls as his orgasm rips through him. His entire body slumps and shakes in aftershock. But he doesn’t get to lounge in the afterglow of that mind blowing climax.

No, instead his lax body is picked up and Harry gives no warning as he slams into him. Draco cries out his name as his dick twitches again, a dribble of come escaping. Harry keeps his hands under his thighs, keeping him open as he continues to ram into his swollen asshole. Draco tosses his head on Harry’s shoulder; one arm wrapping around his husbands neck, the other latching on to a hip.

Harry’s lips tickle his ear as he says, “You’re so tight like this, love. Merlin, open your eyes Draco. Look in the mirror and see how you swallow my cock.”

Draco does as he is told and whines at the image he sees. The full length mirror gives him the perfect view as Harry fucks him. He can see the way his rim stretches to take in the thickness that is all Harry. His nails dig into his lover’s hip as he watches his cock fatten up and another spurt of come leak from the tip.

Harry keeps talking, “Look at your tip, baby. Fuck I want to suck all that come and swallow it. Such a shame it’s going to waste, but I wouldn’t give your ass up for the world right now.” He adjusts his hips and on the next thrust it rams into Draco’s prostate. The blonde lets out a blood curdling scream in pleasure as Harry begins to abuse that spot. Draco is pretty sure he is panting out Harry’s name like a bloody prayer but he can’t stop.

His thighs are quivering and his throat is raw as his love possesses every inch of him. He throws his head back, as his toes curl, and with one last final thrust from Harry, Draco comes all over himself; completely untouched. Harry stills after two more thrusts and then he is exploding inside of Draco.

Harry’s thighs burn in the most delicious way as Draco clenches around him; making Harry release a happy pained noise. After catching his breath, he slowly lowers a trembling Draco to the bed. He plops like a doll which causes Harry to chuckle.

But then he moans as he pulls out and watches his seed leak from Draco’s abused ass. The rim is puffy and red; and the sight makes his cock give a feeble attempt at hardening. He has the urge to plug his hole. He wants Draco to walk around with his come in him while they eat dinner. Wants the satisfaction of knowing that Draco is carrying him inside.

He does just that. He summons one of their favorite butt plugs. Draco lets out a surprised yelp when Harry slowly works it into him.

“Harry, what are you doing?” He gives his behind a loving kiss and caress once the plug is snug. He gives a final nip and pulls back. He says, “I want my come to stay inside you. And then when everyone is asleep, I plan on bringing you back here and making love to you until the sun comes up.”

Draco lets out a tired chuckle, “You kinky bastard. You are going to be the death of me! How am I meant to have dinner with our family with your spunk up my ass?”

Harry arranges them on the bed so Draco is tucked under his chin. He kisses his forehead and responds, “If it makes you feel any better I will probably need to cast a concealment spell on my prick because I will be hard the entire time thinking about it.”  

Draco gives a happy whine and peppers Harry’s neck with tiny kisses. Bringing down the silencing spell, both men hear happy squeals coming from the kitchen. Draco gives a sigh and Harry cards his fingers through his hair.

After a few moments of silence, Harry says, “I don’t ever want you to think she will take me from you Draco. You are my home and my family is the most important thing to me. I will never walk away from this…..never walk away from you.”

Draco nods against his chest and snuggles closer. He knows Harry is right. This man has never given him any reason to doubt. “I love you Harry. And if that bloody bitch ever kisses you again, I will wind up in Azkaban for murder.”

Harry chuckles, “I love you, my dragon.” That night Harry send the boys to Hermione’s and shows Draco just how much he loves him. In the morning Draco was walking around with a heavy limp.

Two weeks later and they are walking through the door, Harry lugging in Jamie’s trunk while all three boys run upstairs. Scorpius had missed his older brother something fierce; out of him and Al, Scorp was having the hardest time with James going to Hogwarts.

He cried when they had gone to drop him off at the beginning of the school year.

Al had taken his brother in a hug and said, “Don’t worry Scorp, next year we will all be going together.”

Harry had always been amazed at how much his kids loved each other. He had heard stories of siblings drifting apart once they got older. He thought Jamie would want to get away from his younger brothers. It had caused worry in Harry’s heart. But he had been worried for nothing.

When they had gone to pick up his eldest, Scorp bouncing on his toes to catch sight of Jamie, Harry had been delighted to see James run over to them and slam into both Scorpius and Albus.

Now Harry levitates the trunk to Jamie’s room, noticing that the boys seem to be in Al and Scorp’s room right now.

Christmas is only a few days away and Harry is a bit nervous about Draco’s gift. He hadn’t talked to his husband about it, and while Harry knows it is something they need….well he isn’t sure if Draco would agree.

He heads back to the kitchen where he finds Draco making lunch for the boys. Harry walks up behind him and rests his chin on his shoulder. Draco says, “Albus wants to go see the Christmas lights in Diagon Alley tonight. Would you like to come along?”

Harry frowns, “I would love to go, but I promised Bill I would stop by the cottage to look over some documents on the property he is going to be using.” Draco chuckles, “That’s what you get for investing in him. Tell me, are you going to drop gallons on the entire Weasley clan?”

Harry pecks his neck and says, “It’s not my fault that they have an amazing sense for business. And it’s not the whole family. Just George and Bill.”

Draco finishes with the sandwiches he is making and turns in Harry’s arms. Draco runs his fingers along Harry’s lip and quirks a brow. “Did you or did you not help Charlie open up a new magical creature sanctuary at the beginning of the year?”

Harry gives him a sheepish smile, “To be fair all I did was loan him money which he already paid me back. Bill and George are the only ones with whom I am an actual investor.”

Draco shakes his head, “Speaking of Charlie….have you talked to him?”

Harry sighs and drops his head on Draco’s shoulder. He says, “No, and he hasn’t sent anything after that original one. I…..I don’t think the boys will see him this Christmas.” Harry almost whimpers at the thought. A few days after Ginny had broken into his home, Harry had received a howler from Charlie. Apparently Ginny had gone to Romania that night; crying and distraught over the fact that Al wanted nothing to do with her and that Harry was stealing her family away.

Charlie had said some nasty things that cut Harry more than he would care to admit. That night he had curled up in bed and refused to get up. He was man enough to admit he had shed a few tears at Charlie’s hateful tone.

Draco had been beside himself; he wanted to hurt Charlie for causing Harry more pain in the never ending Saga that was Ginny Weasley. But he also knew he needed to comfort Harry.

He let him wallow in self-pity for about 14 hours. After that he had made the boys get him out of bed and together they had gone out of the house. It took a few hours but soon Harry was all smiles and happy laughs.   

Harry hadn’t responded to the letter but he knew Draco had. He had told Charlie that he had no right to criticize Harry for the decisions he was making. He told him how much his words had cut Harry. And he didn’t hesitate to add that until he apologized, he was not welcome in their home or allowed to see the boys. Harry didn’t want him to say that but Draco made a good point. “If he is going to be talking shit about you and hating you, he has no business around our kids. He is being a complete ass to you and he shouldn’t be rewarded by being allowed to see them. He is in his right to side and protect his sister, but he doesn’t need to be nasty. Charlie made his bed, now he will lay in it.”

He had been firm and nothing Harry said was going to change his mind. They were Draco’s kids too, and if he said no, then that’s what it would be.

Charlie hadn’t been happy about it. Ron told them Charlie had tried to Floo into the Potter-Malfoy household but found himself blocked from it; he also said on his last visit he tried to apparate in but couldn’t get in. Harry told Ron how he and Draco had changed the wards after Charlie’s letter. It had been painful to tell the rest of the Weasley clan what happened. And he can see how much it had hurt Arthur and Molly, but they weren’t changing their mind.

Draco sighs and wraps his arms around Harry. He says, “They are stubborn, the lot of them, but Charlie will come around. I don’t know when, but he will. And the boys understand, no matter how much they dislike it. They don’t like the fact that he hurt you, love. And I won’t forgive him until he apologizes to you.”

He gives him a kiss on his temple and Harry melts into him. “I love you Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry. Are you heading to Bill’s now?” Harry pouts and nods, making the other man laugh. Draco levitates the food and begins to walk to the boys’ rooms. He says, “Sure leave me to deal with three growing boys all alone while you go have fun with Bill.”

Harry laughs and follows as he says, “I think Ron is going over too, so we’ll have a few beers. You know make a day of it.”

Harry yelps when he feels a stinging hex on his thigh. Draco says, “Oi you bloody prat, you are not meant to be on vacation. This is work and you will come home to make us dinner while we watch the lights.”

Harry says bye to the boys, all too busy playing a new muggle game James learned at school. Draco walks Harry to the Floo, giving him a kiss goodbye and saying, “But seriously if you finish early come meet up at Diagon. Al loves sitting on your shoulders when he gets tired.”

Harry nods and gives him one final peck before disappearing into the flames.

It’s the day of Christmas and Harry has been feeling antsy. All three boys have been going to Hermione’s a lot. And while this isn’t out of the norm, they’ve been staying over more often than not. Draco seems perplexed too. He had told Harry, “I don’t mind them being over at their house, but we only have James until the second week of January. I feel like we haven’t seen him.” Harry couldn’t help but agree.

He had told them once they couldn’t go but he had been shocked when all three of them had burst into tears. He had been so flustered he had sent them over anyway. It wasn’t until they had been gone for a few hours that Harry realized he caved. He and Draco had taken advantage of the solitude to spend time together. They had gone out on dates, snuggled in the living room to watch muggle films, and had sex all over the house. It had been wonderful but Harry was missing his kids.

So now he finds himself in a silent house on Christmas Day. Yesterday he and Draco had gone over to the Manor to spend the day with Narcissa. The boys had gone as well but they went straight to Hermione’s after lunch, saying they needed her help with something. Draco had scolded them, saying that this day belonged to their Mami. But Narcissa had simply laughed and said it was fine. She was coming over Christmas day anyway; something that had shocked Draco.

“But mother you normally spend the day at Father’s grave.” She had given him a small smile and said, “I…..I think it’s time for me to move on my dear. You’re father has been gone for many years now and I know he wouldn’t want me to spend the day at his grave. I…..I recently reconnected with my sister, Andromeda and that….that was something I desperately needed. And it made me realize it’s time I spend the day with my family.”

Draco had been surprised to hear that, but was so happy that she would be there. Harry was relieved to hear that as well. He always hated the fact that Narcissa would spend Christmas alone. He remembers one of the first fights he had with Draco was about how he left his mother alone on Christmas. It had been nasty. One that had left Draco in tears and Harry feeling like a scum and begging him for forgiveness after three days of the silent treatment. 

So currently Draco was with his mother, helping to bring over a breakfast fest the house elves had created. Draco and Harry had offered to do Christmas at the Manor but Narcissa insisted it be done at Godric’s Hollow. Andromeda was also going to be joining them. Harry hadn’t seen her in a few years. He had stayed in contact with her after the war, but she had moved away to the states. Claiming how hard it was to be here without her daughter and husband. They wrote each other on occasion but it was rare. She knew Harry had gotten married to Draco but she hadn’t come to the wedding. She had wished him all the happiness in the world but she didn’t know if Narcissa would be alright with seeing her.

But now it seemed that she would be moving back….and she would be staying at the manor.

The Weasley’s would be over in the evening to do dinner there. Hermione and Ron would be joining them for breakfast and then heading over to the Burrow for lunch. Ron had told Harry that Charlie and Ginny would be there; Hermione hadn’t wanted to go but she didn’t want to keep Ron from his family. While she was not as hostile with Ginny anymore, things were not okay. There was still a tension there that Harry didn’t think would ever go away. And now with Charlie, well Hermione didn’t have the best poker face.

But she endures it for her husband and kid’s sake.

 Harry startles when he hears the Floo roar to life. Soon he finds his kitchen flooded with food; Draco smacking his hand away from the assorted fruit platter. “Wait until everyone is here. Merlin Harry you are worse than the boys with their gifts.”

Harry grins and kisses him, “Merry Christmas love.”

Narcissa and Andromeda walk in, and then Harry is embracing them both. He is so excited to see Andromeda and they spend an hour completely immersed in conversation. Soon the Weasley-Granger clan waltz in and Christmas morning is bright and loud. Harry takes everything in and can’t help the swell of love and affection he feels.

After they all have their bellies full, Ron groaning and unbuckling his pants, they make their way to the living room. The tree is flooded with gifts and they begin.

They are coming up on the last bit of gifts, the only ones remaining are for the Weasley’s coming over for dinner. Harry is fidgeting in his seat; his eyes darting to the small gift hanging on the tree like a bauble. Draco had showered him with gifts, nothing new there. He had gifted him a lovely pair of gold encrusted cuff links, a new red and gold quill set that Harry had been eyeing for the last few months, a brand new snitch with his initials on it, a beautiful green cashmere sweeter with a pair of dark blue trousers, and two tickets to the Quidditch match against the Falcons and Harpies; apparently it was going to be a whole VIP experience, just the two of them, whatever that means. He also shocked Harry by saying he booked them an all-inclusive trip at some wizarding wine country thing that they would be leaving for once James heads to school. Hermione had grinned when she said part of her gift to them was taking Al and Scorp for their weeklong trip. Draco said it was to be a second honeymoon for them    

Harry was angry at himself because he had only gotten Draco a new pair of dress robes he had been asking for, and an engraved potions cauldron made of the most expensive material; along with some rare potion ingredients. Yes he had one more gift, but Harry still felt lacking. Hermione had looked over at Harry when she saw Draco’s pile. She knew how much Harry loved to spoil his husband and would sometimes go a little overboard when it came to gifts.

Harry was always more sentimental when it came to gift giving; so the fact that it was simply those three materialistic gifts was perplexing to her.

Draco grins, “Looks like that is everything. Who wants to go outside and play with Dad’s new snitch?” The children all crow in excitement while Ron mumbles, “I think I’ll sit this one out. I’ll be gossiping with the ladies because I can’t move.”

Harry says, “Wait, before we go I have one more gift for Draco.” All eyes turn to him and Draco lifts a brow, “What is it, love? There’s nothing left.”

 Harry goes and plucks the tiny box hanging from the tree. He walks to Draco and places it in his hand. He says, “Merry Christmas, Draco. I…..I hope you like it.”

Draco gives him a perplexed look and opens the box. Inside is a silver key; Draco pulls it out and sees Potter-Malfoy engraved on it. He looks back at Harry and asks, “A key? What is this for?”

He looks over to see his mother grinning and hears a gasp come from Hermione. He can hear Ron ask, “What?” Draco can see his husband’s fingers twitching; his eyes not meeting his, he is nervous. Harry clears his throat, “I….I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and……while I know we all love Godric’s Hollow….I think we need more space…and a place that…that we…belongs to just us……and I know we’ve joked about moving some place with more land…well I….you see…”

Draco’s eyes widen, “Harry…..what did you do?” He can see the other man gulp and take a deep breath. Harry doesn’t stutter, “I built us a house. I’m sorry I didn’t take your input, and once we move and there is anything you want to change you can. I want you to decorate and pick out whatever furniture you want, I haven’t touched the inside.  Narcissa was gracious enough to give us a few acres in Wiltshire where our new home sits. We are closer to the lake; it’s a six bedroom home, with your very own library and office. I had a Quidditch pitch built and a garden pla-mmmph!”

Draco throws himself at Harry and kisses him like he needs him to breath. Harry brings his arms around him and kisses him back. After a few minutes and the kids shouting out Ewe, they pull back. Draco’s eyes are still wide as he says, “A house….you got me a house for Christmas……a house that…that’s closer…..we’re moving……”

His words trail off and Harry gives him a soft smile. He cups his cheek and says, “We are moving closer to your mother, because I don’t like how far you are from her. I know you want to see her more and she loves having us around. I am taking you home, my love. I wanted a place that you and I made together.”

Draco can feel his eyes getting wet. How was this man so bloody generous? He whispers out, “But…but this is our home. You are my home.”

Harry places a soft kiss to his lips, “I am not getting rid of Godric’s Hollow. It’s still ours, and we can come back here whenever we want. But I want a place where we and the kids built from scratch. A place where the memories are just us.”

And Draco can read between the lines. ‘I want a place where she wasn’t. I want a place where it is simply us.’

Draco peppers his face with kisses and repeats I love you over and over again. It’s Deja vu from his proposal all over again.

He tells him, “How are you so damn thoughtful? I swear I can never outshine you when it comes to gifts. I gave you garbage compared to yours.” Harry pinches his side, “Oi don’t insult my gifts. You’ve gone above and beyond. I won’t have you bad mouthing my husband.”

Draco grins and plasters himself to Harry.

Albus asks, “We’re getting a house? Closer to Mami?” His excitement shines through. Narcissa nods, “That’s right. We are going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

All three boys squeal in delight and run over to their Mami to cover her in kisses and hugs. Narcissa’s cheeks bloom pink but the happiness in her eyes is evident. Draco’s heart squeezes in joy. Ron grins, “Congrats mate. I can’t wait to see it!”

Hermione nods, “Harry I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Harry smiles but doesn’t let go of Draco, his husband refusing to untangle from him.

Harry says, “The only one I told was Narcissa because I wanted to move close to the Manor. She refused to let me look at any of the surrounding homes.”

Narcissa pulls back from James who has her in a tight hug. She says, “Our lands go on for miles. I had plenty to spare, and I know how much Draco loves Wiltshire. I told Harry the best thing to do was to build on our land. It all belongs to Draco anyway; once I am gone it is his.”

Before Harry can say anything James moves from Narcissa and says, “Actually….I have something for Papa.” He looks at Al who nods and stands next to James, “Me too!” Next Scorp goes to stand with them, “And I have something for Dad.”

Draco and Harry look at them confused. Hermione’s grin is blinding and it makes Harry nervous.

She says, “You two sit down.” Harry looks around the room as he does. All the adults’ eyes are shining and he swears he sees Ron sniffle.

Harry asks, “What’s going on?”

He and Draco sit on the couch, holding each other’s hands. James and Al stand in front of Draco, while Scorp stands in front of Harry. He hadn’t noticed but the three boys have a thin envelope clutched in their hands.

Draco lifts a brow, “What is that?” James looks nervous as he says, “Papa, Al and I love you so much. You’re the best Papa we could have ever asked for and you make our Dad so happy. So we made you this.” Albus grins and from his pocket pulls out a small book. Scorpius looks at Harry and says, “Daddy, I love you very much. You made my Papa smile when I thought he couldn’t anymore and you gave me love I didn’t think I would get from anyone but Papa. So I made you this.”

He hands Harry a book similar to Draco’s. Harry feels a lump in his throat at Scorpius’ words. He can tell Draco feels the same.

The book is tiny but then James pulls out his wand and expands both of them. Draco gasps, “James Potter, how did you learn an engorgement charm already?” James grins, “Auntie ‘Mione of course.”

Both men open their books. Inside are pictures. In Draco’s it is filled with Draco, Albus and James. Albus says, “You are our Papa and you will forever be ours.”

Harry can feel his eyes sting as he looks at his. It’s filled with him and Scorpius. He didn’t realize how many pictures they had together. Scorp says, “You will forever be my daddy.”

Harry and Draco get to the last page and they have the same picture. It was the day Harry had proposed. Draco had someone from the staff take a picture as they were waiting for their food. He had his hand resting on Harry showing off his beautiful ring, Harry had his arms wrapped around him while the boys clung to their legs. They all had the same goofy and loving smile. At the bottom of the picture it has the date it was taken and the name Potter-Malfoy’s written in beautiful calligraphy. At the same time the three boys say, “Touch the name.”

They do as they’re told. Harry can no longer hold back the tears as the words appear.

Draco lets out a chocked sob as he reads his.

Harry’s reads: Make me yours forever, would you please adopt me?

Draco’s reads: Never leave us, would you please adopt us?

Both Draco and Harry look up to see James, Al, and Scorp holding those envelopes. Harry knows that inside he will find adoption papers.

The papers that will officially mark Scorpius as his son, as a Potter; that will make James and Albus an official Malfoy. Harry grabs Scorpius and crushes him to his chest.

“Of course, of course, of course,” Harry’s voice is rough as he cries into Scorpius’ hair. Draco has James and Albus in his lap, he is crying and repeating, “My boys, my babies…..yes…yes….you’re mine, I love you.”  

There are no dry eyes left in the entire room.

Hugo and Rosie look a bit confused but they seem to understand that no one is sad. Ron has his face in Hermione’s neck but Harry can hear his sniffles. Through his tears he says, “Ron, you big sap.”

Hermione giggles through her tears. Harry, still clutching his son, asks, “It was you, wasn’t it? You helped them set this up.” Scorpius hugs his neck tighter; he can feel his tears against his neck.

Hermione nods, “James came to me one day asking about how he could legally become Draco’s. Goodness Harry don’t you think you could have given him a better explanation?” Her tone is so fond that it doesn’t sound like she is actually scolding him. 

She keeps talking, “It was Albus’ idea to do this as a Christmas gift. He said when he and Scorp went to school he wanted all of them to have the same last name. So I got started on all the paperwork. And the adoption process is fairly simple in the wizarding world. This way you don’t need to ask permission from anyone for anything.” She doesn’t say Ginny’s name but it is implied.

Harry looks over to see James and Albus trying to calm Draco down. His husband is still crying and clutching on to the boys of dear life. Harry smiles and scoots closer. He brings one arm to wrap around Draco. He says, “They aren’t going anywhere, love. No one can ever take them away from you.”

Draco lets out a content sigh and nods. The family of five cries a little more, gives each other hugs and kisses and then they sign the papers.

Two days later Harry and Draco officially change the boys’ names. They are now all officially Potter-Malfoy’s.

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The light shines and Draco groans. Harry must have forgotten to close the drapes last night. Draco pulls the covers over his head. He reaches a hand out. Intending to drag his husband closer to him; but frowns when his hand hits cool sheets. Draco opens his eyes to see Harry’s side of the bed empty. He blinks a couple of times before his mind fully wakes up.

He calls out for Harry but he doesn’t get a response. Where is that man?

He casts a quick tempus and sees that it’s only 7 AM. It’s Saturday so he does not need to go to the Ministry today. As far as he knew Harry had no plans today either.

Draco finally gets up and gets ready for the day. He and Harry talked about going to see a movie at the muggle cinema this evening. Maybe he could talk Harry into going to Neville’s plant shop. He would love to add a few more to his garden.

He makes his way to the kitchen but still no signs of Harry. After making his cup of tea he is thinking of sending his Patronus when he hears the Floo in the living room. He walks over to see Harry dusting himself off. He is in a pair of worn jeans and his favorite green sweater. His hair is still standing up like he just rolled out of bed and rushed out. He is rubbing his left eye and yawning.

Draco smiles at the adorable picture he makes. He summons the extra cup he made and walks to him. Harry looks up and smiles. Draco gives him a soft kiss and hands him his tea. “Good morning, love. Where did you get off to so early?”

Harry chases his lips for another kiss and then takes a sip. He sighs and then sits on the couch, “Good morning. I was summoned to Hogwarts by a bloody owl that flew in at 5:30 this morning.”

Draco lifts a brow as he sits next to Harry. He says, “What in Merlin’s name could Minerva want? The boys have been out of Hogwarts for 10 years.”

Harry sighs and tilts his head back, “I know, it was shocking when that blasted bird kept banging on the window. You sleep like the dead Draco. I don’t know how that insistent noise didn’t wake you.” Draco chuckles, “We’ve been married for years Harry. You should know this by now. Anyway what did she want?” Harry turns to look at Draco; an excited twinkle makes his luscious green eyes dance.

Harry says, “Minerva was in an uproar because two of her professors resigned last night. It seems like they had argued with her over their contract; stating they were owed a raise because they have been there for two years.”

Draco lifts a brow, “Is that actually true?” Harry shakes his head, “Apparently not. It seems like they might have tried to tamper with the paperwork to change what it said.”

Draco scoffs, “They tried to pull one over on Headmistress McGonagall with something as stupid as an altered contract?”

Harry lets out a snort, “And then some. She honestly had been looking for a reason to get rid of them both. But she has been so busy she could never look into it more. She gave me the details but I won’t bore you with that.”

Draco snuggles into Harry and he drops his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. He sips his tea and then asks Harry, “So what did she want to speak with you? And why couldn’t it have waited until later or even Monday. She knows you don’t work.”

Harry pinches his arm, “Oi, I work you prat. How else could I afford you?” Draco slaps him on the stomach, “That is still up for debate. And working a few hours a week at the shop does not count.” Harry laughs, “I’ll have you know George has me doing all the paperwork for that second shop in Hogsmeade.” Draco rolls his eyes, “Get back to your explanation as to why I had to wake up without my husband and could not partake in some lazy morning sex.”

 Harry kisses his forehead and continues, “Right, so anyway they resigned on her right then and there. As you know the school year is only a couple of months away. She was actually panicking because her Potions and DADA teacher quit.” Harry looks at Draco as he waits.

Draco is still looking at him confused, but after a few moments his eyes widen.

Harry keeps going, “She wanted to know if you had ever finished with your potions mastery. I informed her you finished about six years ago but weren’t having any luck in finding a job. And that you had kind of put it on the back burner because work had been getting busy. Then she asked how I would feel teaching until she could find someone to take over DADA.”

Draco’s mouth widens as Harry grins at him.

Harry strokes his cheek, “Tell me love, how do you feel about becoming the new Potions professor at Hogwarts while I fill in as a temporary professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

Draco can’t help the massive grin that splits his face. “Are you serious Harry? She wants me to be the Potions professor?” Harry moves in to give him a tender kiss. Draco can’t help smiling into it.

Harry pulls back and says, “She really does, Draco. She would have summoned us both but she remembers what a horrible morning person you are. So she figured she would just wake me up at that ungodly hour because I would kick up less of a fuss and it wouldn’t take me as long to function. What do you say?”

They both sent an owl; informing Minerva that they both accepted the position.

Harry had informed her he would be addressed as Professor Malfoy while Draco would be addressed as Professor Potter. They couldn’t wait to see what kind of chaos that would cause. They could almost see Minerva rolling her eyes when she sent her response but they knew she was delighted in having both Harry and Draco joining Hogwarts.

Draco and Harry are cooking when Draco says, “You know she will more than likely not look for anyone to replace you. You’ve pretty much just accepted a permanent position just like I did.”

Harry scoffs, “She said that she would look during the school year. She just couldn’t think of anyone on such short notice. And apparently she had been meaning to ask you. She just wanted the other idiot out of the way first.”

Draco rolls his eyes, “Harry she knows how good of a teacher you were in fifth year. Imagine what you could do with the right tools at your disposal. Don’t be dense Harry. She only told you that so she could get you in her clutches.”

Harry doesn’t believe him until after he is already teaching.

It’s coming closer to the holidays when he confronts her.

He hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed teaching until now. He and Draco had hit a few bumps in the beginning. They were both the youngest professors there and the students had been a little star struck when they first met Harry. Even though the war was over 20 years ago, his name still held a lot of weight in the wizarding world.

But things were slowly smoothing out. He could tell how much Draco enjoyed it as well. Though he complained about his students, he absolutely adored them.

And the kids were finally calling them by the right names. It took some time, but eventually everyone was aware that Harry would only answer to Professor Malfoy, and Draco to Professor Potter. Hermione and Ron had about bust a blood vessel by laughing so hard when they had visited them.

Harry was grading papers when his office door opens. He looks up and grins at Minerva. He says, “Headmistress, what a nice surprise.” She smiles at him and sits across from him, “Please Harry, you know I don’t like it when you call me that. It makes me feel so old.”

Harry nods, “Very well Minerva. What brings you here?”

“I wanted to see how you’re settling in. You’ve taken to teaching rather beautifully. Surprising, coming from a former student who was hardly ever in class.” Harry chuckles, “To be fair I was rather distracted during my school time. But I didn’t think I would enjoy it this much. I know I lead the teaching with Dumbledore’s Army but that was with people my own age. I thought it would be difficult for me to teach children.”

Minerva smiles, “You are also a father Harry. You learned a lot raising those three boys.”

“But I had Draco for that. Now that is a man I didn’t think would be able to teach children.” Minerva laughs, “I can agree to that. I think he likes that the children are a little frightened of him.” Harry nods his head in agreement.

He says, “So to answer your question, I am settling in well. Teaching feels comfortable and I can say I enjoy having a purpose again. Ever since I had quit the Auror’s I never had a steady career. I think I would go crazy at home by myself with Draco here and the kids out of the house. It will be interesting to see what I do next year.”

Harry keeps a close eye on her as he finishes his sentence. Draco had been saying that he hadn’t heard a peep from McGonagall about finding a replacement for Harry. He had claimed she wasn’t even looking.

Minerva gives him a knowing look, “Come now Professor Malfoy. Did you really think I would let you go after securing such an amazing Defense teacher? The students would have my head if I replaced you.” Harry lifts a brow at her, “I thought I was to be a temporary solution. You said you would be looking for someone else. Maybe someone more suitable.”

For the first time ever, he sees her roll her eyes at him. His mouth drops a little.

She scoffs, “Really Harry? Someone more suitable then you? The man who has had every Unforgivable Curse thrown at him and survived, who has fought and defeated dark wizards since he was a baby? Who was taught by Albus Dumbledore himself? Harry I love you dearly but I must agree with your husband when he says you are quite dense.”

Harry can feel his cheeks burn as he blushes at her words. Praise still made him extremely uncomfortable.

He mumbles, “You said it was only for this year.”

She gives him a fond smile, “You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Harry pouts and crosses his arms like a child. She sighs, “Harry Potter-Malfoy, we would be honored to have you as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in a permanent position. Would you please accept?”

He gives her a mock glare. Already knowing he is going to say yes.

He says, “You tricked me.”

She grins, “Severus would be proud with how cunning I can be.” Harry smiles, “That he would. Very well Minerva. I am yours as long as you will have me.” And with that he gets up and hugs her. She stiffens up for a moment but soon returns his embrace. His office door opens again and he looks up to see Draco. His husband smiles and says, “So did she finally tell you she isn’t looking? Was I right?”

Harry gives a put out sigh, “Yes, dear. You were right. I don’t know why I even argue with you.” They part and Minerva laughs. She says, “I shouldn’t be surprised that you figured it out right away Professor Potter.” Draco grins, “I told him that same day you spoke to him.”

Minerva stays a bit longer; her and Draco discussing plans for the winter hols, while Harry grades. A couple of hours later she says, “Well gentlemen I have a busy day tomorrow so I will see myself out. It’s late and I know you both have an early day. Back to your rooms and I will see you tomorrow.”

She waltzes out of the room and Draco chuckles. “Does she realize she still treats us like students sometimes?” He helps Harry tidy up his office and then both head out. Harry takes his hand and says, “I don’t think that will ever change love. But it is late, and we need to make sure everything is ready for this weekend. Al and Jamie will be home in the morning on Thursday and Scorpius has informed me that he will get there around noon on Friday.”

They make their way to their own personal cottage located outside of the building. Minerva had said they would have their own private home outside of the school. She knew how much Harry and Draco valued their privacy. She said it was a gift seeing as she spurred this on them at the last moment. She had also made sure to include a Floo connection to their cottage; knowing that they would both be going home on the weekends.

They’re getting ready for bed. Draco says, “I can’t wait to see them. It’s been so long.” Harry nods, “I know, working here has really dampened the number of times we can go watch Jamie’s games.”

Draco sighs, “It really does. But we’re both going to his match against the Cannons right?” Harry chuckles, “And miss seeing Ron cringe when James catches the snitch? Watching him be torn over cheering for his Godson or his loyalty to the Cannons? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Draco chuckles, “I still remember his heart broken expression when James signed on with Puddlemere United. Or when he made the ongoing bet that every time the Cannons lose to Puddlemere he has to wear their merchandise for a week.” Harry can’t even feel bad for Ron; he made the mistake of taking that beat with Draco. Jamie was one of the best Seekers of his generation. Draco hadn’t been surprised. He told Harry, “He is your son. Of course he is going to be a bloody brilliant Seeker.”

They snuggle into bed and Harry asks, “How long has it been since we’ve seen them?” Draco lays his chin on Harry’s head as he pressed a kiss to Draco’s chest.

He says, “We haven’t seen James since September during the last game we went to. Their season has been busy so far. And Albus we haven’t seen since July; he has been so busy finishing up his potions mastery,” Harry sighs, “I hate that they moved to France, but I am so bloody proud of them.” Draco nods, “Hermione feels the same way, but that was the best place to get their business started.”

Harry agrees, “I know. Who would have thought Al would be so amazing at potions.” Draco snorts, “While Scorpius was absolutely horrid at it. If it wasn’t for Albus I think he would have failed that class.” Harry nibbles on his chest, “Hey don’t talk about my brilliant boy like that. He was sorted into Ravenclaw for his brains.”

Draco runs his finger through Harry’s hair, “That he was. I didn’t think we would have an assorted bunch. Scorp a Ravenclaw, Al a Slytherin, and James a Gryffindor through and through.”

Harry chuckles, “Our kids are pretty amazing, aren’t they?” Draco nods his head. They stay silent for a few moments before Draco says, “I’m worried about Scorpius. Do you think he is okay? We haven’t seen him since August.”

Harry snuggles into Draco some more. He says, “But we talk to him the most love. I worry about him too, but you know he is fine. Scorpius is an amazing Curse-breaker and super cautious. And you know Bill would never let anything happen to him.”

Bill had left Gringotts and ventured out on his own. Business was booming for them right now, so Scorpius was very busy.

Harry continues, “And you know he is very high in demand. Scorpius is the best Bill has on his team.” Draco sighs, “I know, I just miss my babies.”

“I know, so do I. But the three of them promised to be home for at least three weeks this time.”

Draco hums happily, “That they did. Although I wonder how James managed to score that. I doubt Oliver Wood is happy about his top Seeker being away for that long.”

Harry shrugs, “All I know is James said he wasn’t leaving our side. Besides the cannons game, I know he has a few more here in England. James made sure our box is set because he wants us there at every game. But he hasn’t said anything about the games outside of England.”

Draco sighs, “I know they have another Seeker….but my Jamie is the best. I doubt they would let him take time off with the World Cup looming so close.”

“Well that is in his hands. He is a grown man who apparently knows what he is doing.”

Draco doesn’t say anything as he plays with Harry’s hair. The lay there in silence; enjoying the warmth from each other.  It’s a few minutes later when Draco finally speaks up.

“Sometimes I can’t believe this is my life.” Harry looks up at him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Draco looks at his husband and his chest tightens with a happiness so strong it threatens to overwhelm him. He relishes in how, even after so many years, he keeps falling in love with Harry as if it were the first time.

He brings his lips to Harry’s forehead. He gives him a peck but doesn’t remove them as he speaks. “I did so many bad things Harry. I bullied people, I took the mark, I almost killed Dumbledore, I let Death Eaters into the school; I fought on the wrong side of the war. And what I regret the most is making an enemy out of you. I almost lost the love of my life to my pride.”

Harry feels his chest tighten at his words. He wonders where he would be right now if James hadn’t convinced him to go to the park that wonderful morning.

Draco continues, “I’ve made a million mistakes, and yet somehow, Merlin blessed me with the man of my dreams. He brought you to me, and gave me a family that I only ever dreamed of. When Astoria died, I thought it was only me and Scorpius against the world. I was petrified that my son would be judged because of his last name. Instead we found the most wonderful man in the world to love us both. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.”

Harry can feel his throat clogging up. It is rare for Draco to express his feelings so much. Harry presses kisses to his neck; the emotion in his throat almost spilling out.

Harry says, “I love you Draco. You are my forever and always. There isn’t a day were I don’t thank Merlin for leading Scorpius to that park; for bringing you back into my life. Honestly I don’t ever want to remember my life before you.”

Draco places a finger on Harry’s chin and tilts his head up. Their lips meet in a tender kiss. Even after years of being together, Draco’s kisses light Harry on fire.

They pull back and Draco says, “I love you so much Harry.”

“I love you, my dragon. Forever and always.”

Draco presses his lips to his and whispers against it, “Forever and always my love.”