A/N: Well, I've finally returned. I actually wrote this last chapter immediately after updating my profile page to announce me being on a semi-hiatus - words just don't seem to flow as they used to. I'm not a big fan of this last drabble, as it's my first time at slash. I tried to write it openmindely, to give anyone an original opinion of it.

Their fathers stiffen when in the presence of the other.

Their friends advise them to stay away from each other; it'd only be a living Hell if a Potter and a Malfoy got along.

But the love they feel for the other is passionate and fiery. Their insides burn red hot even when someone mentions the other's name.

He's the spitting image of Harry Potter.

He's the spitting image of Draco Malfoy.

Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy love each other, and want to spread their mutual feelings to their dads, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor. They want peace and love in the world.

It's the least they can do.