A/N: Nothing really happens. Trying to figure out what to do with this story. Figured you guys wouldn't complain about another chapter. Or would you? Ideas? More of the kids? More of the couple? More Hogwarts? More Weasleys? Here are a few snippets, just for my little snookums. Kisses!

Harry didn't know that it would only take a little over a year before he and Draco became those guys.

In public, they would appear nothing more than friends. They would chat mildly and smile no more than usual. The children would always be hanging around the men, not too rowdy and never too mellow. Sure, there would be the odd hand holding and almost kisses. And that was it. Nothing spectacular, but nothing short of elegant.

With family, the two were more relaxed. They would almost always be together, fingers tangled and shoulder-to-shoulder. The kids would be running rampant around them, always excited to be around grandparents and cousins. There would be soft whispers and quiet chuckles between the men. There would be plenty of jokes in the room, lighthearted. They were so comfortable with each other, almost always anticipating the other's movements.

And at home, in the privacy of their bedroom, they would murmur adoring words. It was the one place they were allowed to show the physicality of their relationship. The kisses would be lingering and breathless. The touches would be sure and heated. Tangled in their sheets and waking up holding each other as close as ever, they would start their days with faint smiles.

Those guys. The perfect couple.

It had started off as a wonderful dream…

But, as with everything else in Harry's life, it was quick to turn into a nightmare.

The sinking feeling in his stomach was the first indication, but Harry had merely waved it off as happy butterflies. But the sensation slowly spread into the rest of his body. And he was falling. The worst part was that there was no end. He would keep falling.

And his grip on Ginny's hand would loosen, leaving him screaming in terror. Her frightened face stared down at him as they moved farther and farther away in the darkness. It was never Ginny's adult face that looked at him. It was her eleven-year-old teary eyes. It was the same horrorstruck expression she had when she had woken up in the chamber.

But this time there was nothing Harry could do. All he could do was fall. He shrieked until his throat was raw. But Ginny never said a word. She would fall up and he would fall down until all he could see was a faint speck off into the distance.

Then there was a bone-crunching thud. Not his. Ginny's.

It would rob Harry's breath and his scream.

After that came the torrent of voices and visions. Rapid successions of death and suffering. Harry would always remain untouched, which hurt him more than ever. Why would everyone else have to suffer while he merely watched? He would fall through the abyss, seeing images that would cause him to start screaming again, this time out of anger and guilt. He wished he could just wrench his heart out and throw it away so he would stop hurting so.

And he would just keep falling and falling…

"WAKE UP!" Draco shouted.

Harry jerked and then fell limp into Draco's arms. Safe in Draco's arms. Draco would catch him…

Draco was sitting cross-legged in bed with Harry splayed across his lap. He hugged Harry close, trying to slow the shaking and pattering pulse.

Harry didn't have the energy to move. He didn't really want to. Draco felt amazing. He could feel Draco's hair against his neck, embracing him and never letting go of him. He could fall asleep like this. He smiled in exhaustion.

"Scared me," Draco whispered.

"I was scared too," Harry whispered back. "Thank you."

"Think of happy things now," Draco hummed. "Lots of happy things, okay?"

"Like you," Harry sighed. "I'll think of you."

"Hey," Draco pulled away from Harry. "Give me a kiss?"

"Mhm," Harry leaned up and pressed a trembling kiss to Draco's lips. "Love you."

"Go to sleep, alright?"


"Daddy," James sobbed. "I can't do it."

Harry was at his wit's end too, ready to snap at the next thing that vexed him.

The two were seated on the dining table with books spread out over the table. James was having a rather tough time understanding the arithmetic problem set in front of him and Harry was having a rather tough time finding the patience to explain it to the crying child.

"It's not that difficult, James," Harry said emphatically. "If you would just concentrate f-"

"I don't want to," James interrupted, sniveling over his page. "I don't want to do this. I hate this!"

"Shall I show you how it's done, then?" Harry offered, his hand itching to snatch the pencil out of James' hand.

"No," James cried, throwing his pencil across the room.

"James Sirius Potter!" Harry admonished under gritted teeth. "You are not allowed to throw a tantrum every time you don't understand something!"

With a choked sound, James staggered out of his chair and ran away.

Harry exhaled in exasperation, dropping his head on the table. Why did every lesson with James end up this way?

James threw himself onto his bed and sobbed away, hugging his pillow close to him. "Stupid idiot," he gasped out. He knew he shouldn't be crying. He knew that he was being unreasonable. But he didn't know what else to do. He didn't know how to solve the problem and the only other option was to cry about it. Maybe if he cried enough, the problem would go away and never bother him again. He sniffed back his tears and closed his eyes. Everything would just go away.

The bed dipped and James tensed up. "I c-can't do it. I j-jus-just can't," he said shakily, knowing he was in for a lecture. Every time he threw a tantrum, Harry would come upstairs and talk quietly to him about how it was okay to get frustrated but it was never okay to cry about it. He had learned to abhor that talk. It just made him cry that much harder. It made him feel so inadequate. "I don't w-want to do this," he wept.

"Don't cry," Scorpius said hesitantly.

"Oh, God," James sobbed. This was so much worse than a lecture. "Go away."

Scorpius pressed a hand to James' shoulder, trying to turn him around. James shrugged him off, shifting closer to the wall. "Please?" Scorpius asked.

James took a deep breath and said, "I don't want you in my room. Go."

Scorpius scooted forward, now trying harder than ever to turn James around. "What's wrong? Why are you sa-"

"I said go away," James interrupted thickly.

"But you haven't t-"

"GET OUT!" James screamed, whipping around and pushing Scorpius.

The young boy toppled off the edge of the bed and disappeared from view with a thud. James gasped in horror, curling up in a defensive ball and covering his ears for the impending cries for help. He clenched his eyes shut, more tears welling up inside him and his chest hurting so much from the sobs he was holding in. Everything was going wrong. Now he was going to get in more trouble and he just wanted to melt into the wall he was pressed against.

"Ow," Scorpius said, blinking up at the ceiling. He had landed flat on his back, slowly recovering from the shock. He didn't really know what had happened. One second he was talking with James and now he was on the floor.

"Ow," James heard.

That set him in motion.

He scrambled out of bed, nearly stepping on Scorpius in the process. "Oh, no," he moaned, kneeling down beside his brother. "I told you to go away, didn't I?" he cried, wrapping an arm under Scorpius' neck and around his shoulders, pulling him upright.

"I'm okay… I think…" Scorpius said, sitting up. "What happened?"

"Nothing," James shook his head, hugging Scorpius for a quick moment. "Now go play with Al and Lily, okay?" He tried to push Scorpius towards the door gently.

"Will you stop crying?" Scorpius asked, staying put.

"No," James sniffed, pursing his lips as more whimpers threatened to come out. "I'm going to c-cry some mo-more."

Scorpius slumped in defeat. That wasn't why he was here. He watched James pull his knees to his chest and hide his face against them. He patted James's back like his dad often did for him when he was upset. "Want to hear something silly?" he asked James.


"I feel like crying too," Scorpius confessed.

James let out a soft chuckle amidst his sobs. He picked his head up, blinking at Scorpius with bloodshot eyes. "You're so nice," he murmured, ruffling Scorpius' hair. "I'll stop crying real soon, okay? Don't worry about me. You can check up on me in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes." Scorpius glanced at the clock on James' wall. "Okay. I'll back in ten minutes!" He got up onto his feet and sprinted out the room, slamming the door shut.

James smiled while wiping away his tears. Scorpius was so strange…

"He says he'll stop crying in ten minutes!" Scorpius announced importantly to the men standing outside the room. "So I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't bother him." He glared at them before running off to find Albus and tell him all about what had happened.

"I'm such a bad father," Harry mumbled, sulking against Draco's hug.

"You just need more patience," Draco smiled, rubbing soothing lines over Harry's back. "He's such a smart boy. All you need to do is explain things to him the right way."

"Ginny's the one who usually does this. I'm… I just watched. It looked so easy," Harry murmured. "Guess it's not."

"Guess it's not," Draco echoed. "I'll help you next time."

"If there ever is a next time."

The soft trill of the alarm woke Harry up much too early. He groaned in dismay, hiding his face against Lily's hair. "No," he grumbled, hugging his daughter close. His back ached and he had a kink in his arm that was shooting throbbing pain into his shoulder. Altogether, it was bloody awful way to wake up.

"Shut it off," Draco and James whined.

The family was sprawled on the floor, having fallen asleep after the movie. Pillows and blankets were strewn across the rug, as were legs and arms. Harry finally opened his eyes, a hint of sunlight hitting his eyes. It was time for work already. "I don't want to go," he sighed, pressing a kiss to Lily's hair. She was blissfully unaware of all the commotion, as was Scorpius and Albus.

Draco rolled over and curved against Harry, snuggling against his husband. "So don't," he whispered. "We'll hide you away and you can stay here all day long."

"Hmm," Harry smiled, turning his head to the side. Draco complied, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's lips. "I wish, Malfoy."

Draco pouted as he sat up and stretched out his spine. "But do you seriously have to go at seven it the bloody morning. Just start at nine. We'll have a decent sleep then, won't we?"

"I should just live to work around your schedule, shouldn't I, your majesty?" Harry bowed reverentially.

"You should," Draco said glibly while tucking the children in. "Oh, and don't you think for a moment that you're leaving without having breakfast," he scowled.

"Wouldn't dare," Harry said with a playful wink before jogging up the stairs.

"And then, and then, and then the elephants stomp around in the water, spraying water everywhere. See?" Lily said excitedly, pointing to the picture in the book.

"I do see," Draco smiled. "There's even a baby elephant there, huh?"

"He's my favorite," Lily gushed, pressing her fingers against the picture of the miniature elephant prancing about. "Because he's so little. Like me!"

"Just like you," Draco laughed, knocking heads with Lily endearingly.

Albus sighed finally, frustrated by the elephant in the room that everyone was sidling past. "What's wrong with Dad?" he asked, looking at Draco with a no-nonsense gaze. Scorpius and James froze at the loud question, flicking their eyes at each other and then at Draco.

"He's not feeling too good today," Draco said with an apologetic shrug. "So we'll let him sleep, okay?"

"He was fine at breakfast," Albus argued. He got up to his feet. "I'm going to go see him."

"He needs to sleep, Albus," Draco said pointedly.

"Sit down," James muttered, pulling Albus back to the floor.

Harry had been fine at breakfast. But then Draco had found him staring down at a dishcloth for a good three minutes without so much as moving a muscle.

"Gosh, Potter, if you love it so much, why don't you marry it?" Draco had drawled.

Harry had jerked at that, swaying slightly before catching himself. Draco heard a short laugh but couldn't see his husband's face. "Sorry," Harry shook his head, hanging the cloth on the hook. "Ready to go?"

"Are you?" Draco had countered, turning Harry around.

"Mhm," Harry had smiled, wrapping his arms around Draco and hugging him close. "Mhm."

Then Draco had marched Harry upstairs and straight to their bedroom.

"Damn it," Harry had murmured, swiping at his eyes. "Sorry."

"Take your time," Draco had answered, giving Harry a soft kiss.

And for the past couple hours, he was trying to appease the kids in the playroom with books and games. Albus wasn't buying it. So he kept complaining and sulking until the door to the room opened and Harry's bright face peeked into the room after twenty more minutes. "Daddy!" Albus crowed, jumping to his feet and racing towards Harry. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"I'm fine now," Harry smiled, winking at Draco. "Thank you for asking, love."

"Aw!" Lily moaned. "We were just getting to the awesome parts."

"Well," Harry sighed in thought. "I guess we can't leave until you're done reading the awesome parts, right?"

"Yeah!" she said, her eyes wide in agreement.

"Sounds good," Draco laughed, holding out a hand for Harry to take.

Harry hobbled over with Albus still attached firmly to his legs. He sat down beside Lily and Draco, pulling Albus onto his lap as he got comfortable. Draco's fingers tangled with Harry's, holding on comfortingly. Lily was more or less ecstatic now that she had three audience members to read to.

The bedroom was filled with hot breaths and soft moans. Harry slid his hands over the sheets, trying to find a cooler spot to hold onto. Draco wouldn't let go of Harry's lips, bruising it with fervor. Growls filled with erotic tenor escaped Draco's throat, falling against Harry's tongue. Harry planted his feet against the mattress and arched his back, hips rising up obscenely. Draco trembled from the need to release, bunching Harry to him with a fierce exhale before letting him go.

Harry fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily and trying to wipe sweat off his neck. "I was so close," he panted.

"Me too," Draco groaned, crawling beside Harry.

"That was round four," Harry whispered, licking Draco's tangy skin.

"Wait, wait, wait," Draco said, pressing his hands against Harry's stomach to stop him from advancing. "I'm not like you, remember? I can't breathe."

"That's fine," Harry smiled, pushing Draco into bed and sliding over top of him. "That's perfectly fine."

"Shit," Draco whimpered as Harry slowly enveloped him in soft warmth.

"Ah," Harry winced, tangling his fingers in Draco's hair and wrenching it hard.

"Amazing," Draco moaned, his hands all over Harry's toned body. "I can't get enough of you."

"Everyone's teasing me," Harry said between heavy gasps. "They say you're the one who keeps me in shape."

"It's true," Draco laughed. "Never been in better shape."

"Oh, shut up," Harry grinned.

Draco bit his lips as Harry clenched around him. "Can't hold on," he breathed. "Can I?"

"Mhm," Harry nodded, quickening his pace. Their hips met in the middle. Harry rocked so he could feel the same sensation Draco was experiencing. "Oh God," he cried out, slamming the heel of his palm against Draco's chest.

"C-coming," Draco trembled.

"No, wait. Wait! Just… Shit-just… ah…" Harry's head fell back.


Harry froze while Draco whined in dismay. They blinked at each other for a second. Then Harry gingerly pulled away from Draco, nearly falling over from exhaustion. "Don't go," Draco pleaded with a thoroughly miserable look on his face.

"I'll be right back," Harry winked, casting a quick drying charm on himself after sliding on his boxers and fishing out his discarded robe. "Don't you dare finish without me, got it?"

"Harry," Draco pouted.

Harry tiptoed into the corridor so as not to unnecessarily wake up the sleeping children. He knocked on the door gently before opening it. He piqued a brow at Scorpius who was sitting up in bed and looking about as miserable as his father.

"I want Daddy," Scorpius sobbed.

"Shut up," Albus complained in his sleep, trailing off into gibberish as he turned around and buried himself in his blankets.

"What's wrong?" Harry whispered, moving to Scorpius' bed. "Bad dream?"

"Mhm," Scorpius sniffed, climbing onto Harry's lap. "I always have bad dreams. I'm such a baby…"

"I get bad dreams all the time," Harry murmured, hugging Scorpius close. "And when I get bad dreams, Daddy holds me tight like this and then everything's all better."

"Yeah," Scorpius nodded, brushing his tears against Harry's robe. "Hold me like that, okay?"

"Okay," Harry smiled.

"Don't go away, okay?"

"Where would I run off to?" Harry asked, scooting over to the headboard and leaning against the rumpled pillows. "Go to sleep now. Everything's alright."

Draco was done waiting after five minutes. He grumbled and swore as he dressed himself and shuffled over to the Scorpius and Albus' bedroom. "Of course," he sighed when he found Harry asleep with Scorpius cradled in his arms. "Bloody ponce." He flicked his wand at them, unfurling the blanket and tucking them in magically. Then he stomped off to bed, sexual frustration and adoring love growing inside him.

"Finished with the bookstore already?" Harry asked incredulously. Half of the family was at Diagon Alley, shopping for knick and knacks.

"Hmm," Draco shrugged, holding Scorpius in one hand and bags in the other. Albus was with Harry, happily chattering on and on about things Harry had soon given up on trying to understand. That boy could talk a mile a minute about the smallest thing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, mimicking Draco.

"That man was mean to Daddy," Scorpius interjected.

"Mean?" Albus exclaimed, having heard that one word as he was taking a deep breath. He planted his hands on his hips and refused to move. "Who was mean to you?" he scowled.

"No one," Draco rolled his eyes. "Let's move along. Preferably without making a scene."

"What happened?" Harry asked Draco quietly.

"Nothing special," Draco shrugged.

"Draco," Harry murmured, wrapping his fingers around Draco's wrist.

Draco gave him a stern glare as he pulled his hand away. He turned to Albus instead. "You wanted to see the brooms, right?"

"YEAH!" the boys squealed, running towards their favorite store.

Draco shuffled down the stairs, seeing a faint light from the cracks under the kitchen door. He yawned silently, rubbing his eyes. He had woken up to an empty bed. That was never a good sign. He cracked the door open.

Harry was sitting on the counter, absently swinging his legs in circles while licking his fingers clean. In his other hand was a bowl.

"Potter," Draco hissed.

Harry jumped and nearly upset the bowl as he stumbled off of the counter with an altogether guilty expression on his face.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing at two in the bloody morning?"

"I-um… I was… uh…" Harry stammered, clutching the bowl close to his chest. "S-sleepwalking."

"Oh really?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Mhm. Honest," Harry said with a quick nod. "You can go back to bed."

"In your dreams," Draco muttered, stomping over to Harry and hopping onto the counter. "Give me that." He snatched the bowl from Harry's hand and peered into it. "Pickled… peppers."

"Um," Harry scuffed the floor with his socked feet, staring at the tiles sheepishly.

Draco reached out with his leg and wrapped it around Harry's waist, pulling him closer to the counter. Harry twisted the hem of his shirt in his hands, not daring to look up at Draco.

"I didn't even know we had any pickled peppers," Draco murmured.

Harry shrugged.


Harry's eyes strayed towards the bowl.

Draco followed his gaze.

They reached for it at the same time but Draco was more aggressive, swatting Harry's hand away before it could grab the brine-soaked pickle. Harry was nearly pouting by then.

"What's so special about them?" Draco asked, picking it up by the stem and biting into the crunchy pepperoncini.

"Nothing," Harry sulked.

"Come on. Tell me," Draco coaxed. "I've never seen you have them before."

"I don't have it all the time," Harry said, flicking his eyes up at Draco.

"Oh…" Draco understood.

"They were her favorite," Harry said with a sad smile. "That's all." He shrugged again, pulling his eyes down so he could blink rapidly without Draco staring at him. It was his guilty pleasure, he supposed. He could almost imagine Ginny sitting next to him every time he took a bite of the salty pickle, cringing involuntarily at the taste even as the brine made him happy.

"It's my favorite too."

Harry looked up in surprise.

Draco cupped Harry's cheek, kissing him soundly. The salt ran between them, warming Harry. He wrapped an arm around Draco's neck, parting his mouth to allow his tongue access to the lips that tasted spicy. They sighed together, then smiled together. Draco broke the lip lock by planting a soft peck to the corner to Harry's mouth. "Then again," he murmured, "I don't really know anyone who doesn't like these."

"Oh, shut up," Harry chuckled, hugging Draco. "Thanks."

"Mhm," Draco smiled, hiding his face against the crook of Harry's neck. "So next time you feel like having these, bring them upstairs. I'll have them with you."

"I love you so much…"

"I know," Draco squeezed Harry tight. "Love you too."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Scorpius said, his scowl aimed at Albus. "Friends off!"

"You can't do that!" Albus exclaimed. "We're brothers!"

"Then I quit being your brother," Scorpius added. "I'll just be Lily's brother instead. Go away."

"He's my brother!" Lily squealed, hugging Scorpius. Scorpius responded with a fierce hug, then an arched brow aimed at Albus.

"I'm her brother too!" Albus said frantically. "You can't be her only brother!" He was losing this fight! This can't be!

"Watch me," Scorpius snubbed, turning his back to Albus. "Let's play, okay?" he told Lily.

"Yeah!" Lily nodded. It was a rare privilege to play with her brothers. This was so exciting! "What do you want to play? Hopscotch?"

"Sure," Scorpius nodded. "Albus is awful at it."

"I'm not," Albus mumbled, folding his arms to his chest.

"Let's go!" Lily bounced, dragging Scorpius out with her. There was a small porch in the backyard and the floor was covered with chalk flowers and hearts. The chalks were lined up neatly against the wall. "Which color do you want?" she asked.

"Purple," Scorpius said. And, of course, Albus was right behind them, dragging his feet and looking so very sad. Lily and Scorpius were on their knees, drawing out the hopscotch blocks while Albus watched from the backdoor.

"We'll make nine squares, okay?" Lily said importantly.

"Mhm," Scorpius nodded. "And you can only use your left foot."

"Oh, that's hard," Lily said, eyes lighting up at the challenge. "And you have to step on all numbers counting backwards."

"Yeah," Scorpius smiled, writing numbers into the blocks. "Shall I start?"

"Okay," Lily said, gesturing for Scorpius to start.

Albus pressed his nose to the glass, watching Scorpius and Lily play together. He saw Lily topple over and Scorpius catch her before she could smack against the ground. He saw them giggle as they tried to pass each other on number five without falling over their feet. He saw Scorpius studiously ignoring him.

He felt so bad. He couldn't bear to watch any longer. He ran out the mudroom and up the stairs to the playroom. He plopped down on the cushions in his nook and grabbed a book, furiously brushing away his tears before starting to read the words slowly. If Scorpius didn't want to be his brother, then he wouldn't want to be Scorpius' brother either. That was fine. He screwed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry.

It was nearly lunchtime and Harry hadn't seen Albus in a while. He watched Scorpius and Lily play out in the yard together, smiling at their antics as they showed off their somersaults and cartwheels. James was helping Draco with the clothes. And Albus was nowhere to be found. Harry walked upstairs and peeked into the playroom once again. Then he caught slight movement in the corner that he had overlooked when he had checked before.

"Al?" he said.

"Hmm?" Albus answered, stifling his sniff behind his hand.

Harry heard it. "Something wrong, buddy?" he asked, staying outside the room.

"No," Albus lied, quickly wiping his cheeks. Nothing was wrong.

"Time for lunch?"

"Yeah," Albus said, shaking his head to get rid of his stupid tears. "I'll be right down."

"Okay," Harry murmured. "Wash up."


It took nearly half an hour to get everyone ready. Albus dragged himself into the bustling room, keeping his eyes on his feet. Harry noticed, but thought it best to ignore the moping for a bit. James and Draco were too busy with their chat to even cast a glance at Albus.

"I beat you!" Lily squealed as she skidded into the dining room, panting.

"That's not fair," Scorpius exclaimed. "I tripped."

"And I beat you," Lily stuck her tongue out a Scorpius.

Scorpius huffed indignantly, stomping towards his seat. He plopped down and threw an arm around Albus. "Hi," he said brightly.

Albus leaned his head against Scorpius' shoulder. "I thought you didn't want to be my brother," he murmured.

Harry paused when he heard this, his lips trembling with a suppressed smile.

"I was just kidding, silly," Scorpius laughed. "You're the best, even if you're mean to me."

"Yeah?" Albus asked, tilting his head to look at Scorpius.

"Mhm. So tell me you're sorry," Scorpius urged.

"I'm sorry."

"There. Now it's all better," Scorpius smiled. "We'll play with Lily after lunch, okay?"

"Okay," Albus nodded eagerly.

Harry covered his soft chuckle with a cough as he watched Albus sit up straighter and grab his fork.

"Thanks for lunch," Harry said with a soft hum, brushing Draco's shirt straight. "It was nice."

"Hmm," Draco smiled, bending down and pressing his forehead to Harry's. "Yeah."

Draco had surprised Harry at work, accompanying him to lunch in the cafeteria downstairs. Harry loved surprises.

"I'll see you at home," Harry whispered, pressing a fleeting peck to Draco's lips.

Draco sighed, parting his mouth and deepening the kiss. Before they knew it, their arms were wound around each other, firm and unyielding. They were a perfect fit, after all. Harry was on his toes, held up by Draco's grip. He could never get enough of Draco's wonderful lips. He soon lost track of how much time was lost in that kiss. He refused to let go until he was thoroughly satisfied. He breathed out slowly, savoring the shift from urgent to sedate. They pulled apart after a dozen or so sweet nips. With giddy smiles, they gazed at each other, lost in their own worlds.

Suggestive whistles brought them back to reality.

Harry whipped around in shock to find himself facing his co-workers. "Shit," he breathed, eyes widening in horror.

"Not gonna introduce us, Harry?" Sheila asked sweetly, batting her lashes at Draco.

"Go away! Go the hell away!" Harry exclaimed while Draco shrugged sheepishly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well, you should have thought twice before having a make-out session here," Anne reasoned. "I mean, you were practically begging us to peek by doing it here."

"Oh my God," Harry groaned. "Leave me alone!"

"No," Sheila said. "Invite him in, Harry." The crowd parted, predatory smiles on their faces.

"He's not going anywhere near you damned voyeurs," Harry muttered, turning to Draco. "I'll see you at home, okay?"

"Mhm," Draco winked. "Bye."

"Gosh, you were right, Sheila," Bernie said in a loud and theatrical voice. "He really is the passive one."

"Oi!" Harry snapped. "Shut the hell up or I'm going to hex your tongue off!" He started waving his wand about threateningly, making everyone move back into the office. Draco merely chuckled, surprised to see this new face his husband was putting on.

"Alright?" Harry asked, falling into bed and hurriedly getting under the warm covers.

"Sure," Draco murmured, his back turned to Harry.

"Just five more days," Harry said comfortingly. "He'll be back soon."

"I know," Draco muttered. "Goodnight."

That was the end of that conversation. Harry stared at Draco's back, watching it move in a steady rhythm. Draco would get this way whenever Scorpius left to live with his mother. Astoria and Draco shared joint custody. So whenever she was free from work, she would get Scorpius. It was a hectic schedule, but it was the only way to work things out between everyone. Draco knew his behavior wasn't fair to anyone but he couldn't help moping about when Scorpius was away.

"I miss him too," Harry sighed, curling up so he could curve against Draco's body.

"I'm fine," Draco lied.


"Look, I know I'm being a baby about this," Draco interrupted heatedly. "Just let me be, alright?"

Harry pulled away quickly, knowing how volatile Draco could get if rubbed the wrong way. He inched away before settling down, keeping his eyes on Draco's back. He felt bad for Draco. Harry was used to having his kids go away on camping trips with the Weasleys or vacations with Luna. But, for Draco, a few weeks away from Scorpius was an eternity.

Draco felt guilt gnawing at him as soon as Harry's touch and warmth left him. He squeezed his eyes shut, mentally chiding himself. He needed to get a grip and stop being such a girl.

He flipped over, expecting to find himself staring at Harry's back. Instead, he was face-to-face with Harry's bright green eyes. "GAH!" he yelped, pushing back and nearly falling out of bed.

"Whoa," Harry grabbed onto Draco's shirt and pulled him forward. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," Draco stammered, scrambling towards Harry and hiding his blushing face. "Nothing."

"Hmm," Harry chuckled, wrapping Draco in a squeezing hug. "Sleep, okay?"

"Okay," Draco mumbled, letting Harry's breath and heartbeat lull him to sleep.

"Then what?" Draco asked.

"And then we'll get a beautiful place in the countryside and live there for the rest of our lives with our grandchildren," Harry finished with a satisfied smile. "Nice, right?"

"Boring, more like it," Draco muttered under his breath, earning a slap on the head.

"Fine. How would you do it?" Harry asked with a scowl.

"Well, for one thing, we won't be in England," Draco said importantly.


"We'll go somewhere amazing. Like Spain… Or Singapore. Why would you want to move to a stupid country estate?" Draco scoffed.

"For one thing, I'd like to know the language," Harry said, piquing a brow.

"Everybody knows English," Draco said dismissively. "And we won't let any of our grandchildren come over."

"Oh really?" Harry asked, now giving Draco all his attention.

"No way," Draco said with a firm shake of his head. "They can stay where they are and leave us be."

"And what do you propose we do? Swat flies in Spain?"

"Yes," Draco grinned. "We'll swat flies and live there for the rest of our lives by ourselves. Romantic, right?"

"Idiot," Harry laughed.