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”, wait until Scorpius’s breathing became deep and regular, and then cast Silencing Charms to sneak out of the room. I can’t think of a name if you’re talking about quick fucks.”“How about the Latin word for ‘fuck’? ”Draco turned to her and with a strange sort of sad smile, replied, “To love is to burn.” December 2010 The following Christmas Eve, Harry Potter sat in the Granger-Weasleys’ living room. “I set a Vigilia Infans, so we’ll know if any of them wake up,” she said, reaching up to wrap one arm around Harry’s shoulders. “We’re in the other room.”They joined Ron and Hermione; Ginny flopped down on the sofa next to Ron. James wouldn’t stop talking about Fantasy Quidditch and how he’s going to play against ‘Mr Malfoy.’” Ginny pronounced “Mr Malfoy” as if it was extremely funny.
“You really are impossible to be around when you’re boastful. They had cast a Silencing Charm at the tent, and were reveling in the feeling of holiday cheer, eggnog, and the pride of having gotten five children to sleep in a tent.“You going to be alright tomorrow, mate? “She didn’t really ask that last one, but the others! The guy from the first date probably would’ve taken down data about my sexual performance and then compared me to the population at large when we were through.”Hermione laughed, covering her face with her hand. Harry hopped up and ran out of the room and around the corner to the Floo. “And you think that a Muggle dating service is the answer. ”Harry laughed, tension seeping out of his shoulders. My kids are more into magical creatures and Quidditch. ”“No,” Draco answered, sipping his whiskey.“Have you ever seen a movie? The wood cabinet that faced the sofa opened to reveal a large flat-screen television. Scorpius and I love Mary Poppins.”Harry stared at Draco for a moment, then shook his head, laughing. He sat next to Harry, close enough so their knees were touching. “One of the actors in this is a wizard,” Harry said conspiratorially. “Ten galleons I guess within five seconds of their first appearance.”A wide smile overtook Harry’s face. Mc Gonagall and Harry both knew that Teddy just wanted a connection to his parents and an excuse to ask Harry questions. “So are the other kids understanding about your parents? ”Teddy’s eyes rose from the parchment; his face grimaced. Oh yeah—she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.” Merlin, but Draco had been an arse. Teddy stared at him, wide-eyed, his hair slowly turning to brown over the course of the lecture.“So,” Harry said finally, “any questions? Beer is proletarian swill.”“Okay.” Pansy clicked again. ”“Salazar and Merlin,” Pansy murmured, “you are impossible.”“I told you I wasn’t going to cooperate with this,” Draco said with a smirk, turning in his chair. “And I told you that I’m tired of listening to you whinge and complain,” Pansy snapped. Better yet, you need a long-term partner who can absorb some of your nonsense so it doesn’t all get thrown at me.”Draco arched an eyebrow. Draco spelled open the DVD player and Levitated the disc in. July 2011 Teddy looked up from his parchment at Harry’s kitchen table. He had arranged with Headmistress Mc Gonagall to work on a History of Magic project about the war over the summer term. He remembered a pointy blond child saying, “Didn’t mummy ever tell you it is rude to eavesdrop? He set the knife carefully in the sink before he summoned all of his Gryffindorish nerve and stumbled through an accurate, thorough, yet utterly clumsy answer. It didn’t strike him as a reason to accept the inferior Muggle matchmaking service. Draco would wake up at in the morning to a small blond head peering over the side of his bed. Draco would press his nose into the fine blond hair and hope to get a few more minutes of sleep. Did you match him again after he rejected the swotty old man? Pansy looked like she was trying to conceal a smile. “Oh, Salazar.”Draco didn’t respond, his hands clasped on his lap.“And now you’ve invited him over to your place for a drink after the sprogs are asleep? “Yes, I couldn’t possibly understand,” she sneered. He jumped a bit as he felt the Charm dissolve the excess cortisol in his system. She was so sure that Potter would be interested in Draco, but he knew better. Harry looked like he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in…in years, really. Draco’s eyes dropped to Harry’s grey trousers, which fit beautifully and threatened to distract Draco, dammit, then snapped his eyes back to Harry’s face. Damn it all, he thought, he couldn’t manage two seconds with Harry without forgetting his determination to be friends-and-no-more.“Er, how’s Scorpius? He looked so awkward, standing there in front of the Floo, unsure what to do with his arms. He would eventually relent and get Scorpius dressed and down to the Manor’s dining room, where the house-elves would serve breakfast. ”“I’ll have you know,” Draco said, “that many people enjoy older men.”Pansy didn’t deign to answer that, only raised an eyebrow.“Yes,” Draco sighed, “he went on another date, with a woman, earlier this week.”“And did you hand-choose her, or did you trust your actual, proven Charms? Draco’s eyes widened as the full implications of what he’d said set in. Draco was Slytherin to the core and expert at self-protection. “He’s good,” Draco said, indicating the sofa in an attempt to relieve the tension, and Harry took a seat.