Harry Potter had been invited for dinner by none other than Draco Malfoy. Ginny had whole-heartedly disapproved, especially because of the way her husband's face lit up.

"Come on, Gin! I really want to go!", he whined.

Ginny, as usual, could never deny Harry anything.

"Fine.", she sighed. "You can go, but you have to take Al with you."

The man nodded his agreement, and went to fetch his son.

"Hello, Potter."

"Malfoy."

The greetings were formal, cold even, but the smiles were genuine.

"Come on in."

Draco ushered Harry and Albus into his living room.

"This is my son, Albus.", Harry said, ruffling his son's hair.

Albus glared at his father, attempted to smooth down his messy hair, and failed miserably. Draco laughed, and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy. You know, you're father used to be the same way about his hair."

Albus shook his hand, and smiled. "Pleasure to meet you."

"He just turned ten this summer.

Draco grinned. "My son's about that age, actually..." The blond turned and called, "Scorp, come downstairs! There's some people I'd like you to meet!"

Albus Potter watched as a boy around his age came down. The boy cocked his head, allowing his blond hair to spread across a pale neck. His silver eyes gazed at them, intently, and he crinkled his nose in confusion. Albus' breath caught. Cute.

Scorpius Malfoy had expected the son of Harry Potter to be powerful; to be intriguing. But he definitely didn't expect Albus Potter to have bottle-green eyes that practically shined. Or lips that looked really kissable. He hadn't expected him to look so... Hot.

Scorpius was suddenly extremely shy.

"Hello, I-i'm Scorpius Malfoy." He put out a hand. "And you are?"

Harry was startled to see his very shy ten-year-old take Scorpius' hand and...smirk?

"Potter, Al Potter. Very nice to meet you."

Scorpius blushed, and looked down. "Nice to meet you, too."

Draco watched in shock as Albus took his son's chin, and lightly forced it up so their eyes met.

"Don't do that.", Albus whined, still holding his chin.

Scorpius lightly gasped, as the brunette began tracing shapes on his cheek.

"D-do what? You mean look down?"

Albus nodded, desperately.

"Why?"

"I like it when you look at me."

Draco cleared his throat.

The boys separated, blushing.

Harry and Draco shared an amused look.

"Why don't we have dinner tomorrow instead?"

Scorpius bit his lip. "Actually, Father-"

"Perfect."

"But, Dad-!", Albus tried.

Harry gabbed his son's hand, and Appaperated.

A/N: Hey! Please Review. I except criticism, not flame.