A/N: Huge Chapter, just a warning. 

Harry had gone back to the castle in a drift, feeling quite exposed and left out. He had kissed Draco Malfoy of all people, after the idea got in his head, as did the liquor, that the blond had some type of feelings for him. Obviously, since Harry had gotten pushed off and almost literally left for dead, that had not been the case.

The next morning did not make him feel any better. Ignoring the pounding headache, he felt like the largest arse on all the planets that existed in this universe, and all the others. He'd finally had a good friendship with Malfoy, and in a single night he'd gone and mucked it up like he was destruction itself. Why had he listened to Harley? She barely knew either of them, and couldn't have imagined what it was that they'd been through together.

Harry didn't even like men!

It was obviously Draco's femininity that allowed him to fancy the bloke, for Harry couldn't see it any other way. If he hadn't been a complete tosser, Harry could have made a joke to Draco next time he saw him about his supposed femininity. Alas, it seemed they were both quite out of luck now.

Harry rubbed his eyes, and got up from his bed. It was a ruddy day, and he really did not feel like an adult in the slightest, so he hoped that no one would try and expect it of him. Really, though, this drama at his age! He was almost 40, things like this should not be relevant. He was an adult, and by Dumbledore he was going to act like one!

So, promptly, he sat down at his desk and composed an apology letter to Draco, explaining how he had been very drunk the past evening, and while that did not excuse his asinine behavior, it was heartfelt and completely unintentional. At least this would hopefully save his arse even just a little. It was just a shame he'd made Malfoy feel so uncomfortable that he'd had to leave.

He was a real piece of work.

Harry then promptly got dressed and went on a hunt for coffee. While tea was nice and didn't taste at all bitter, coffee was the only cure for hangovers he'd ever found worked for him. So, he found a cup in the Great Hall at the high table and then left almost as quickly as he'd came.

McGonagall didn't say anything as she watched him stride in then out, which was mighty generous of her, Harry thought. He wondered what she would think if she knew her Gryffindor Head of House had been so reckless the prior evening.

Of course, fate did so love to torture him.

Harry stepped into his office, and found one Draco Malfoy occupying it. How he even got in was beyond Harry, but Harry thought briefly to himself that he did not die and come back to life just so he could have adult drama like this.

"How'd you get in here?"

Draco shrugged, looking rather calm. Maybe he didn't even remember their little event? That would sure make sense, since it seemed that he was very much a light-weight drinker.

"I dunno, just sort of..." he flicked his wand, and Harry laughed, though he tried very hard to keep it to himself. There was ease, and he couldn't help but hope that nothing had stuck to Draco's memories.

"Is everything okay? Scorpious is doing really well," Harry offered, though he didn't want to pry an uncomfortable topic from the man's lips.

"Yeah, everything's quite well, actually. I... well, there's something from last night that I'm truly hoping is what happened. I don't want to suppose, because I can't imagine I would have just run off like I did, but I have reasons for that, if you're willing to confirm my story."

Harry had stopped breathing. So the coy bastard had remembered then? He tried very hard to keep from getting excited when Draco spoke because he wasn't angry, no, he sounded pleased if anything. Harry could get behind pleased.

"I... well, I might have... Merlin, I'm not a child: I kissed you," he felt himself state bluntly, horrified with the reaction he could receive. What if this had all been Malfoy's plan to out him on some false story of him actually being gay or what have you? What if he'd gotten Harley in on it too? Gods, there were so many bad case scenarios taking over his train of thought, he thought he might go mad.

Despite all of his anxieties, Draco smiled. It was a devious smile, but then it turned frantic.

"I'm sorry I left. Gods, what you must have thought of me. I... I tried to do the Gryffindor thing, and make sure our real first kiss was all noble and sober," Malfoy rambled, but it was useless due to the relief Harry felt.

The room around him seemed to gain quite a bit of length as he ran at Draco and crashed their lips together. It had taken him forever to reach him, and now he was attacking him like that was what would keep him alive. This time, however, the blond did not pull away. He grabbed back, hair and everything, kissing him just like he was being kissed, and it felt right. Harry was just a bit shorter than Draco, which was the most odd sensation. He was used to women, and womanly features, but a solid chest and reacting groin were new yet welcomed additives to the mix.

When they pulled away, Draco spoke first, "I wondered if all those tabloids were true, about the prowess of the Chosen One, and I have to say they underestimated you. Your wife was one lucky witch."

"I don't want to think about Ginny," Harry answered immediately, though brightly, "She's probably screaming at me right now from wherever she is."

Draco laughed, and the sound resonated in both of them, "That image is quite amusing."

"No, no image of her wrath is amusing if I'm to be snogging you."

A handsome grin, and Harry eased.

"So, have you been hiding your attraction to men all these years? Did Ginevra know?"

"I loved my wife," Harry said forcefully, knowing it was true, "I was attracted to her, and I will continue to be attracted to women... you're... a very feminine wizard, and I think that helps your case." So he got the jab in after all. It was the little things, really.

"There's nothing more I like to hear than that I'm special."

Of course Malfoy would find a way to turn it to his favor. The heat between them was undeniable, however, and Harry supposed that liking one bloke in his life wasn't going to ruin him. Ginny would want him to be happy, after all.

"Kiss me, prat."

And Draco listened, for once.

-

Draco and Harry dated all the way up until Christmas without anyone knowing besides their children. It made Scorpious deadly silent in Harry's class for a while, but they got over it eventually. Somehow, they avoided all the media and papers with their affair, and everything was really, really nice.

Harry and Draco got along very well as partners, and they were happy to report back to their match-making investment. Harley had sent back her thanks and a few new pictures of her improvements to her family's wand business.

When the holiday's came, however, Draco and Harry decided to do away with their private little bubble of bliss, and tell their friends. Things were going really well for the couple, and while their sons hadn't been an obstacle, they imagined that other Gryffindors and Slytherins weren't going to be so keen. Even if Scorpious had been invited for the holidays by Rose Granger-Weasley.

So, they were going to go, but as Harry's guests instead. The idea hadn't even been his, James had suggested it, saying that if the four of them were all going to be there, and they had been together all the time anyways, why not just go together? The boy had not been as surprised as Harry would have liked him to be when he told him that Draco and his father were now a thing. It was unsettling, in fact, how he'd shrugged and gone, "Good on ya, dad."

So, the Malfoy's had come early on Christmas morning to share the affair, and the elder men exchanged gifts as a couple.

It was nothing special, as being emotional and a heart-on-your-sleeve person wasn't an option for either wizard, but it was thoughtful, and to their kids it truly did seem to be the thought that counted.

"I'm a nervous wreck," Draco muttered, both he and Harry up in his bedroom bath to make sure they looked proper. Harry needn't much work, as he had no one to impress, but Draco had straightened his tie at least fifty times by then.

"You look wonderful, I doubt that anyone will care anyways. Molly will probably want you fed up, though, you're too thin, you know?"

Harry had his hand on his lover's shoulder, standing behind him as they looked into the mirror. He placed a swift kiss to a pale neck, then looked up, perched on his shoulder. They didn't have much of a height difference, but two inches was enough that his head in the bony crook was a slight challenge.

"Fuck, I think I'm less afraid of Voldemort."

"You'll be fine. We're adults, almost forty, I think you can handle a mushy set of old Weasley's."

"If you say so, Harry." Draco turned and then pulled Harry in by the arse, hand tight and lips soft.

It was a wonderful feeling, one that Harry couldn't seem to get used to. Every part of their body touched when they were like this, and the closeness was something he craved when there were days on end they couldn't see one-another. All these days in a row of being together was shock to both their systems.

"I wish I had real family to introduce you to," Harry mumbled almost nonsensically.

"I'm glad I don't. My parents are probably rolling in their graves."

Harry chuckled, "Well, we better be off. I don't want Rose throwing a fit."

"My son is lost to her, isn't he?" At this, Draco's hands went through his hair and tossed all of his hard work away, which Harry was much endeared to.

They traveled through the bedroom, then into the hall, and Harry said briefly, "He's as lost as I am."

They found James and Scorpious in an intense game of chess, and spell-bound by the interaction, they let the boys finish. James was only a few moves away from winning, so luckily enough they didn't have to wait too long, and soon stood bundled up outside of the Weasley doorstep.

Harry knocked as James jumped about excitedly, trying to get anything out of Scorpious as he eagerly looked for Rose. He'd told them that he was bringing someone, but not who, and while his silence had been disliked, everyone would soon understand why he had not immediately jumped to tell them who was his plus one.

"Hey..." It was Ron who'd answered the door, and Draco tensed, Harry could feel it from miles away, "I see you took Rose's invite to heart."

"Not quite-" Harry jumped in, "This isn't serendipitous."

"What do you mean?" Ron muttered uselessly, looking at them as they stood in the cold, then came to a realization, but not about Draco, "Come in, sorry."

They shuffled in, and everyone went silent at seeing the stoic and tall Draco nearly attached to Harry's hip.

"Is this your date, Harry dear?" Molly wondered, a darling little grandchild from some length of the family laughing happily on her lap.

"Yes," he said forcefully, and it sounded as though he was trying to convince himself. He wasn't, in fact, he was very sure that he would one day make Draco a permanent part of his family.

"Scorp!" yelled Rose over the silence, and it seemed to trigger everyone back to their conversations as she ran forward and engulfed the small blond boy into a hug.

Harry watched as the two interacted, for he'd never seen Scorpious so excited in the entirety of the time he'd seen the boy. He let Rose drag him into the festivities, and Draco looked at Harry, only Ron in their presence now.

"Was that really all?"

"I reckon. I don't think they really care much."

"I care," Ron muttered, looking quite the bit in shock, "I knew my Rosie was having Malfoy-pox, but I didn't think you were, too, mate."

Harry looked over at Malfoy and attempted to apologize with his eyes.

"So," Hermione came from nowhere and glared Ron into submission, looking at the two of them quizzically, "How long have you been dating?"

"Three months," Harry told her, grabbing Draco's hand as he felt worried magic flare from his partner.

The rustling and chattering was still going on, but the four who stood at the entryway were a bit of a ways away, seeing as they'd just gotten past the threshold.

"Brilliant," she said with a smile, "I think you needed this Harry, I was starting to worry that you'd never find anyone-"

Harry laughed to interrupt, "Gee, 'Mione, I don't think I care to hear this."

"We're glad you're happy," she mended, nudging Ron who agreed under duress.

They were left alone for but a moment, and Harry looked over to Draco who seemed to be petrified in his spot.

"I thought I was going to get cursed out..."

"I really like this alternative better," Harry replied, nudging into Draco's side, and placing a quick kiss to his neck.

"So do I..."

-

A year... one whole year had gone by since Harry had kissed Draco for the first time, and there was nothing he had regretted more.

After they'd gone public, especially with their friends, things had been better. There was more freedom, and dates in the wizarding world. Harry had lavished Draco, and he had reciprocated. While the backlash from the media was not pretty, their boys had been fine, and so had they, so it hadn't mattered.

In fact, they embraced the bad media, as Harry used it to teach students about how sometimes defending yourself against others isn't always involved with the Dark Arts, and Draco was almost in demand for business deals, most people being nosy as to what was going on with him and the Chosen One.

So, they moved on, and summer came. Summer brought many problems which neither party had anticipated.

Draco was far less busy during the summer as everyone wanted to take vacations and holidays while the weather was warm and the sun actually shone for a few moments during the day. Harry did not work during the summer, and since his curriculum had been updated and overhauled just the summer before, he was equally as free.

This brought the problem of wanting to live together. The choice ended up being much easier than they planned, and Malfoy Manor was no longer home to anyone. Since the Potter house was full of love, and always had been, Draco's want to be there was immense. So, as a transition for poor Scorpious who did not so much appreciate the upheaval, the Malfoy's moved in temporarily for the summer. Like a trial period.

James got on very well with Scorpious, and the two were like brothers before they could say Quidditch.

Harry and Draco did just as well, spending time with their sons, and having friends over frequently. The Slytherins ended up accompanying them as much as the Gryffindor lot did, and the mesh was good for all of them as they all were simply called friends. Being adults, and having lives was a challenge to have everyone there at the same time, but it was wonderful nonetheless.

Harry's birthday came and went, and then the start of August was where the problems truly began.

The media seemed fine for a while, as their shock was definitely at the forefront of their articles, but it was obvious that one day it would wear off. Unfortunately, August brought the salacious articles on how Draco had used Death-Eater tricks to woo Harry, how he'd put a permanent confundus charm on him, was using a constant dose of love potions, or something along the likes. They were awful, really, and the worst part about it was how it affected Draco.

Harry was fine, he'd had the media printing things about him since he was born, most likely, and there was nothing new in the torrid rumors. Even the kids took it with a grain of salt, Scorpious too enthralled by Rose to care, and James practicing constantly for Quidditch try-outs that year. He hadn't tried out quite yet since Harry had forbade either of them getting on the broom. It was him coming home to Draco watching the boys swoosh around outside that he decided he was being irrational.

But Ginny's accident had nothing to do with the paper that Harry had brought home late August, ready to toss it into the fire. It hit the kitchen table, first, however, and Harry couldn't get to it fast enough before Draco came down and saw it.

"What's the verdict today?"

Harry sighed heavily, hating to see the look of defeat on the blond's face. He had never been one to give in on a fight, especially when it came to fights with words. They were his to toy with, not the blasted reporters who seemed to tear apart the brick resolve Draco had.

"Why don't you just burn it?" Harry wondered, leaning worriedly over the kitchen counter as he peaked into the backyard to see the boys enjoying the day.

Draco shook his head, settling into a chair as he glossed over the words, each one making him smile less and less... not that he hadn't already been frowning. Harry simply hated to see him so unhappy.

He was just about ready to fall on his knees and start coaxing the paper from his hands when he saw moving photos drop dead on the table.

"I know it's bad, but-"

"No, Harry, you can't make me feel better about this! Today's theory has to be the worst of them all, don't you think? I'd bet Merlin's beard none of them would say that to my face!" He yelled, standing up and glancing towards the boys who seemed not to notice their dads.

Harry supposed being accused of offering him money to be with him was not exactly how Draco cared to be perceived. No one wanted to look like that, especially Harry who loved Draco so hard, and had fallen even harder. The poor bloke was getting his name dragged through the dirt.

"They think you sunk so low as to do that..." Draco whispered faintly over Scorp's laughing.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused as to why any of it mattered.

"I mean, that they're dragging your name straight through the mud. Harry, they're not happy with me having you."

Walking over in large strides, Harry caught Draco's head from falling further and kissed him briefly, though it was not remotely returned.

"I don't care, Draco. Merlin, if I did do you think I'd have let you stay here? That I'd have loved you?"

Icy grey's looked at Harry cautiously, "You don't see it, do you? They're not going to stop, and people are always going to believe them... even over you and the boys... No one will ever take our word against the papers. I can't do that to you."

"You're not leaving, so don't even suggest it," Harry told him flatly, almost clutching Draco's jaw. If he squeezed any harder he'd leave bruises, but he wasn't letting go.

"I'm going to make my own decisions Harry, and this is the best one. I've been wondering for some time when I would have to do it... I just wish-"

"I don't care!" Harry almost yelled, feeling aggressive as he stepped back from Draco, the man's head finally falling to his chest in shame, "We are adults, for Christ's sake, Draco, if I go down with you then so be it!"

"No," he muttered in response, shaking his head again and walking over to the door leading out back, heading out and calling Scorpious in.

James ran in after the ushering of bodies and silencing of questions, leaning on the door frame as he looked at Harry quizzically, "What's going on, dad?"

"They're leaving," Harry said with a twitch of anger flashing before sadness overtook him, "He's leaving me."

Harry couldn't stand. He collapsed into a kitchen chair almost knocking it over, and James rushed after him, attempting to calm the elder Potter.

"Dad? Hey, it's gonna be okay... I don't understand, really, but it'll be fine because everything always ends up being that way, right?" James wondered, patting Harry's back as he breathed in deeply, hearing Scorpious faintly pounding Draco with questions. It was hard when your own dad's chest was convulsing and tears were flowing again.

Harry had only felt like this one other time, and that was Ginny had taken her fall and was unable to be saved. His eyes burned, and not even the presence of his son was calming him. James really shouldn't be seeing him like this, but there was nothing he could do to move or even attempt to stop Draco.

They didn't even say goodbye.

-

When Harry and James went back to Hogwarts, they were assaulted by Rose after the Sorting Feast.

"Why won't Scorp talk to me?" She'd pleaded, a lip pouted and her second-year robes pristine as usual.

"His dad and I split up, darling. I'm sure he'll turn around eventually, though."

The boy had been avoiding his eye, however, and Harry was still sure he wouldn't ignore poor Rose forever.

"I hope so, we have you last block on our time-table."

"Well, at least it's not me," James said, chiming into the conversation with a grin.

"I'll see you then, I suppose."

"Okay, Uncle Harry."

The conversation certainly didn't help Harry feel better, but it gave him hope that he'd get to see and talk to Scorp, which came true the very next day. Harry had let the kids go early, but kept Scorpious back in hopes to talk to him and give him a hug.

Apparently, the boy was not shy about his missing him because when the class was gone, he sprinted up the room and landed in Harry's embrace.

"I missed you, Harry."

"I missed you, too, kiddo. How was your last month of summer?'

"Awful," the boy said, pulling away and looking at Harry with a sour face, "Dad was so boring, and the Manor was just as boring. I missed you and James, and your silly sweaters, and really good cooking."

Harry managed a smile.

"How's your dad, then?" He asked the boy politely, furrowing his brows and preparing for the worst.

"He misses you, and he never wanted to do anything except try and be funny, but he isn't funny Harry."

He felt like there was a compliment somewhere hidden there, but Scorp wasn't going to put his dad down too far, now was he?

"I know he isn't, but he's very charming and sarcastic, though I doubt you care about those things."

Scorpious shook his blond head and huffed, "Can I go back to yours this summer, Harry? Can we both come back?"

Harry's heart ached for the boy. He'd missed him a lot, as James and Scorpious had become like sons to both Harry and Draco respectively, and that's a hard bond to simply tear apart. he didn't understand why Draco would do that to himself over some stupid headlines. Well, he understood, but he certainly wasn't going to ever like it.

"I will try my best if you think it will work. Do you think you can help me out, though?"

An idea had struck Harry, and he knew exactly how he was going to get his partner back as he stared at an innocent Scorpious, awaiting an answer.

"So will you help me, Scorp? I could really use it!"

"Yes!"

-

Harry knew the plan, and for a twelve year old, Scorpious' part was very concrete and set just right. They were watching as Draco entered Hogsmeade, and looked around for James to meet him there. Scorpious had sent a letter saying that James had missed him and wanted to see him, and while it was true, Harry was who he was going to be meeting that night.

When Draco walked pass the alley Harry was hiding himself in, he reached out and grabbed him, expecting the wand in his face when he'd gotten it.

"Harry?" The blond said breathlessly, looking horrified still.

"Yeah." It was all he could come up with.

Draco looked down to Harry's hand clenched around his bicep and raised his right arm, "Let me go?"

"Sure," Harry mumbled, hoping that he wouldn't run or just disapperate on the spot.

"What are you doing? I thought abduction was below you."

Gods, the laugh he wanted to let loose, and the equivalent smile was exactly why he wanted this wizard back.

"I want you back, you prat. I don't want to be alone anymore, I miss you and I miss Scorp. James misses you both! I... I wanted to bloody marry you, and you just left because of some stupid headlines," Harry admonished in frustration. He backed up and ran a hand through his hair, not daring to look at the man who made him so angry and happy all at once. Being this close to him again was amazing, but it wasn't enough.

Draco didn't say anything, honestly if Harry couldn't see his pants and Italian shoes, then he would have been sure the man just left.

"Dammit, why won't you say anything?" Harry nearly yelled as he turned back to Draco and felt his chest start to burn from the restraint he was using. It had been sadness the whole time he was gone, but now it seemed that the anger he'd hidden from James and even himself was finding its way out.

Draco dug around in his pocket for something, looking quite pitiful as he did so, seeming frantic when he went to check the other one. Eventually he landed up at his suit pocket and seemed relieved to find whatever it was he clasped onto and brought out in a fist.

"Do you hate me?"

"Bloody hell, what do you think?"

Draco's brows knitted, then immediately softened into pity. Honestly, Harry would have taken anything besides the sodding pity.

"I think... well, I think I want you to marry me."

A ring was thrust between them, about midway so as the blond's arm wasn't fully extended, but Harry was also within reaching distance of the sparkling silver.

There was determination on Draco's face as he looked at the ring, obviously avoiding eye contact with Harry. He didn't know what to do.

Harry thought of a million reasons why he should say no because they'd been apart for a month, and were fighting, and there was so much anger... well, there had been, but he couldn't find it anymore.

"You're joking?"

"No," Draco almost interrupted, "Not joking."

"Right," Harry said cautiously, attempting to catch grey eyes. "So do I get Malfoy or do you want Potter?"

Looking up quickly, Harry was surprised Draco didn't whack his head clean against the brick.

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes," he affirmed, and was no sooner put into a bone-crushing hug of pure and utter joy.

-

The wedding was a very private affair in late December, and as private as it was, everyone seemed to be there. It was beautiful, and soon after, the tabloids seemed to stop caring. Of course, it was Harry who'd done a little persuading, but be that as it may, the two were a very happy couple of Potter's.

And they were very happy, as adults it was easy to simply co-exist, and their boys loved them both undoubtedly.

When fourth year came around for Scorpious, and seventh for James, it was a very bittersweet time for them all.

James was going to go study in America once he was done with Hogwarts, and so the Potter's were saying good-bye to him when summer came. But beyond that, it was starting to get to Scorpious that he wasn't a Potter himself.

He was the lone Malfoy of the group, and while Draco had originally not opted to get the boy's name changed once the marriage had happened so their line could continue, he was realizing what it was doing to him.

As he broached being a true teenager, it was obvious that he was starting to fancy Rose, and also becoming more emotional, per say. Harry had gotten the brunt of the conversation when he was in class one day.

He had his hand raised, and Harry happily chose the boy, "Mr. Malfoy!"

Scorpious glared, but answered the question anyways, however odd he sounded.

Again, the same thing later in class, but this time it truly upset him.

"Why aren't I a Potter, dad?"

While he didn't do it much, Scorpious had called Harry dad since he'd married his father, and having the question posed to him so rudely during a lecture was unacceptable. He was taken too off-guard to answer him properly by assigning him a detention.

"This really isn't the time, Scorp..."

"Dad just says he wants to carry on the Malfoy line, but I hate being a Malfoy! I wanna be like you and James... and like dad."

Harry briefly looked at the curious and out-of-place faces of the rest of the fourth years and wondered briefly why everyone couldn't be like Rose and pretend they weren't currently paying attention. In all honesty, he didn't really know what to say to the boy, it had never occurred to him to make Scorp legally his in name and guardianship. He already considered him his son, and the legality never stopped them from acting like family.

"I'm sorry, Scorp, but we'll have to talk about this another time."

The boy nodded, but Harry could tell it wasn't done and over with.

Unfortunately, that meant being ignored by Scorpious the rest of the day.

Once he and Draco had married, Harry had gone back to apparating home every evening and letting the boys be boys at the school. That evening was no different, but he did return to their house with a heavy heart.

"Hullo," Draco greeted him, at the kitchen bar, reading the paper, "How was your day?"

Harry dropped his bag of papers and quizzes to grade onto their dining room table then shuffled over and sat next to Draco on a tall stool.

"Not good."

Finally taking his eyes off the paper, the blonde crinkling his eyes to look at Harry. He definitely needed glasses at this point, but he'd try and let Molly tell him that next time. Harry did not feel like sleeping on the couch that night.

"That's rare, is everything alright? You want a cuppa?"

Harry grinned, "No tea, thanks. But... it was your son, actually."

"Which one?" Draco joked.

"Your actual son... which brings me to his point, actually. He's upset he isn't a Potter, apparently."

Harry took out his wand from its place and set it on the counter, stretching as he went.

"I'm sorry," a warm hand went on his knee, "I thought he'd understood when I told him I wanted the Malfoy line to continue."

"It's not just that, though," Harry said ruefully, "He doesn't want to even be a Malfoy anymore, he wants to be a Potter, and I think he means more than just in name, even if he doesn't realize it."

Reading Draco's first reaction was easy, but to the other parts he seemed unaware.

"James never had the worry about me being his legal parent, did he?"

"No, but I think it really matters to Scorp."

A solemn look over took his husband's face, and Harry saw the age in the few creases, and wondered where time had been going. Had they looked this old when they'd gotten married?

"Bollocks... I don't know what to do. I want to have Malfoy grandchildren, me being a Potter didn't matter... I just don't know what to do."

Harry agreed. He didn't want to ruin it for Draco, and as much as he'd love taking over half of legal guardianship from Draco to finally mold their little family completely into one conglomerate, it wasn't his decision.

Taking the wizard's hand, Harry kissed it and then tugged, getting Draco to chuckle as he stood up and they embraced. Their whole bodies pressed together, and the feeling never seemed to lose its novelty for Harry. He loved this man with everything in him, and was definitely not letting him on a broom ever.

"You don't have to decide anytime soon," Harry mumbled into a warm shoulder, the cool December air biting too hard for his liking.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

-

The Potter's and one Malfoy sat around the Christmas tree at the holidays and began exchanging presents for the year. There were plenty to go around, as was normal, but there were two rather large gifts in flat boxes that were identical for the two children. Of course, James wasn't entirely a child anymore, but Harry wouldn't ever see him as anything other than the son he'd raised almost entirely by himself.

"Wait, Scorp," Draco said suddenly, holding down the boy's arm as he reached for a random present, "I want you to open the one from Harry first."

James looked confused as Scorpious reached for one of the large, flat boxes, his eyes then going to Harry as if asking permission to open his.

"You too, James."

They both had their boxes in hand when Draco grabbed Harry's hand, the blonde's warm wedding band threaded against Harry's fingers.

"Open them," Draco commanded.

James seemed unimpressed as he lifted the lid off the giant box, the sheets rested inside soon coming out to be read without his glasses, and Scorpious looking rather confused he left the papers in the box, the lid cast off.

"What are they?" He wondered, going back to read them, his eyes drinking in the information.

"Adoption papers. James' are a little different because we aren't changing his name, but same difference, really," Harry replied, grinning widely at the boy who, himself, was smiling brilliantly.

"Really? I'm a Potter now?"

"As good as they come."

Harry was engulfed in a hug before he could get another word out, and he hugged the boy back, glad to have made him so happy. He looked at his husband and smiled as James stood up and gave Draco a hug, saying thank you, even if he was his own adult already.

It hadn't taken much time for Draco to decide he could let the Malfoy line die out, and really, what was so wrong with a few more Potters? Harry had been very happy to hear it, and with a very high-up friend in the Ministry, their papers took no time at all to get sorted out.

So, now both Harry and Draco had full custody over Scorpious and James, and they were a true and honest family. Neither of them could have wanted anything else, and another year would come and go for the beloved family of Potter's. 

The End