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Surviving Friendships
Chapter Number/Total: 8/41
Chapter Title: Surviving Friendships
Words: 2832 Words
The blond hung the Cloak on a hook and removed his silver hand to set it with his things. Then Draco stepped into the hot shower, sighing as he did. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back into the spray and feeling the water coursing down his skin.
"I don't know if I will ever get used to the idea of you without both hands," came a male voice.
Draco used his right hand to push hair and water from his eyes and looked to where Theodore Nott leaned against the entrance of the shower. "Not something you need to worry about," he answered.
Theo's gaze very deliberately looked the naked blond over. "Almost accents how flawless the rest of you is, doesn't it?" he said, smiling.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his ex-lover. "What do you want?" he asked, reaching for the soap and beginning to wash himself as if Theo's gaze didn't register. His heart had sped up, though, and he had to work to keep his reaction off his face.
"Do you remember that time in this very shower?" Theo asked, smiling.
"I lost my hand, not my memory," Draco replied, trying not to look like he was hurrying.
"Oh, really?" Theo asked. "Because you fawning over Potter makes me wonder."
"He is my husband, Theo," Draco replied coolly.
"I heard what he did to you," Theo said. "They say he magically bound you and that you didn't have a choice."
"I have always had a choice," Draco answered, rinsing now.
"If he ordered you now," Theo asked, "would you have to obey him?"
"That's not the issue," Draco said, turning off the water.
"Our own prince a slave to that Gryffindor and you tell me that isn't an issue?" Theo said, a hint of anger in his voice now.
"Let it go, Theo," Draco said, using a towel to dry his hair and then wrapping it around his waist.
As Draco began to walk past Theo to get to his clothes, the other man stepped into his path. "Tell me you aren't attracted to me now," he said, voice low.
Draco swallowed and didn't look into the other man's eyes. "Get out of my way, Nott," he snapped.
Theo stepped even closer so that he had Draco nearly trapped between the door jamb and his body. "So it's Nott now, not Theo?" he smiled. "Trying to distance yourself?"
Draco sighed deeply and then raised his grey eyes to look into Theo's dark ones. "Theo," he whispered, "I am not doing this. That is the past."
"You haven't denied it, though," Theo pushed, raising a hand to cup Draco's chin. "You still want me."
"No," Draco said, voice catching as he did. "I find you attractive, yes. But I do not want this. Not now, not again."
Theo winced, frowning. "I don't believe you," he said. "I see the way you still look at me."
Draco silently Summoned his wand while the other man's attention was on his face. "Did you try to kill me, Theo?" he asked quietly.
The question surprised Nott, and Draco could see it in his face as he let go of the blond's chin. Theo wasn't meeting his eyes now. "No, no I didn't," he hissed.
"But you knew Blaise sent in our location, didn't you?" Draco asked, watching his old lover carefully.
Theo backed up then and he glanced nervously at the fact that Draco was holding his wand now. "He didn't mean for you to get hurt," Theo said. "He said that Potter was controlling you. That we needed to get you away from him."
"He did, did he?" Draco drawled, wand pointed directly at Nott. "And if Potter was killed?"
Theo was on the defensive now, swallowing thickly at the harder sound of Draco's voice. "Then you would be free again," Theo said.
"Well, as usual, Blaise was wrong," Draco answered. "I would have died."
Theo's eyes widened then. "Draco, I swear, I didn't know," he said.
"That is obvious," Draco said dismissively, and walked over to where his clothes were hanging. He set his wand down within easy reach and began to get dressed, essentially dismissing Theo with the action.
"Draco?" Theo asked.
"Yes?" the blond replied in a bored-sounding voice.
"Draco, look at me," Theo said, stepping closer again.
Draco had reattached his silver hand and was now pulling on his trousers. He stood and faced the other man once more.
Theo's eyes met his again. "I'm sorry," he said.
Draco's eyes widened. They didn't say "sorry" in Slytherin. One might admit to polite "apologies" but never "sorry." Draco swallowed hard.
"We were wrong," Theo continued. "We realised that soon enough, Pansy and I. Blaise didn't and he paid for it. But after that night, Pansy and I never supported that side again."
"I understand," Draco said, "and I am glad you didn't follow him. You would have died. Believe it or not, I am glad the two of you survived."
Theo's eyes looked suspiciously moist then. "Do you hate us now?" he asked, sounding more like he had when they had first met at eleven than Draco had heard in years.
Draco gave a sad smile. "No, Theo, I don't hate you," he said. "I couldn't hate you or Pansy. Hell, I'm not even sure I could hate Blaise. I know what it was like. Remember?"
Theo closed his eyes, releasing a shuddering sigh then.
Draco waited while Theo tried to pull himself together. Finally, Theo opened his eyes again, seeming calm but without the bravado of earlier.
"I would be your friend again, if that is possible," Draco said. "But it will never be more than that. Do you understand? I am in love with my husband. And he doesn't share. He will have a hard time even accepting you are not our enemy now."
Theo raised his chin a bit proudly. "I understand," he said calmly. He held his hand out then. "Friends?"
Draco smiled, flashing on the memory of the first day he and Theo had come to that agreement. They'd had a big argument in the common room. Theo had thought Draco was only a spoilt brat. He hadn't known the blond's magical ability or intelligence. They had ended up in a heated debate over the merits of Plato. It had sealed their friendship and set the grounds for later physical explorations. Draco took the man's hand now, the way he had taken the boy's hand then. "Yes, I would like that," he repeated the line from the past.
"Good," Theo said, smiling. He released Draco's hand, then turned and strode out of the locker room. Draco watched him go and found part of himself again that he thought he had lost in the war. He smiled too as he hurriedly got dressed to meet his husband.
***
Harry stood by and opened the door to the Potions classroom for Draco and Valen. He followed them in and saw that mostly everyone was already there. Harry'd had to feed the baby, and so it had made them a little later in coming.
He saw Slughorn sitting behind his desk, hands on his great belly, and when the man saw them entering, he jumped up eagerly. "Why, Harry and Draco," he said in a way that made it sound like Harry and Draco were very old, good friends. He made his way over to where they were beginning to set up Valen's things.
"Hello, Professor," Harry said, straightening up from situating Valen's toys in his playpen.
Draco frowned but nodded to the Professor. The man had ignored Draco during sixth year and now treated him like he had been one of his favourites?
"You know - and now might not be the best of times - but I've got some friends interested in speaking with you both," continued Slughorn, paying no attention to Draco's frown. They say you've been so awfully hard to get a hold of!"
"Yes, well that's intentional," said Harry. "We get dozens of letters every day. It got very old very fast."
Draco wasn't even sure why he had come to the Potions class, other than to help Harry. He didn't think that Slughorn had anything new to teach him.
"Ah, well, yes. I do get many letters myself," the professor said next. "I know how it can become overwhelming. Perhaps a chat after class?"
"Perhaps," said Harry, secretly hoping to be able to sneak off.
Slughorn smiled happily. "Good, good," he said, and then reached over to ruffle Valen's hair. "I'm sure he'll be a joy to have in class," he said as if he were entirely sure of it. "He already has the look of brilliance about him. Let the records show that I had him pegged when he discovers a potion to cure all sickness!" He chortled.
Valen burbled in response.
Draco hid his smile behind his hand and turned his attention to pulling out parchment, a quill, and ink.
Theo and Pansy were sitting nearby. Theo nodded to Draco and the blond responded in kind. Pansy was giving them both a strange look and then leaned over to whisper in Theo's ear.
Harry noticed, and didn't respond to the gesture outwardly. He just couldn't understand how Draco could ignore that Nott and Pansy had tried to kill him - both of them. Or at least known about it and not said a word. He sighed, rubbed their son's head fondly, and then took his seat next to Draco as Slughorn moved toward the front of the classroom again.
Theo shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk to Pansy about what she had asked him.
"Well," said Slughorn, turning to face the students. "I'm certainly happy to have you all back. Some of my very best students are in this year." He gave a little wink to the Gryffindor section, and seemed to be including Draco in this. "But I'm sure you've all heard enough about that." He smiled around the room, holding the flaps of his jacket. "Now, do you all remember a certain potion? One that I showed to you, but which you never made?"
Hermione raised her hand. "Felix Felicis?" she said.
Slughorn grinned. "Very good, Ms Granger. I did show you that one. But that's not the one I'm thinking of. Anyone else have a guess?"
Draco sighed but raised his hand.
"Ah, yes. Draco?" Slughorn asked.
"Amortentia," the blond answered.
"And that's the one," said Slughorn. "Very good, Mr Malfoy," he praised. "Amortentia. The most powerful Love Potion in the world, and what you will be tested on in your N.E.W.T.s. Can anyone tell me a distinctive property of this potion?"
Hermione raised her hand again and it went like that for several minutes as Slughorn asked questions about the potion, but then they were finally able to retrieve their ingredients from the student store cupboard and begin their work.
Harry covered Valen with another protective charm and then set about counting out his frozen Ashwinder eggs.
Draco focused on following the instructions. He was amused to be making the potion after all the research he had done on love magic when they were studying the room in the Department of Mysteries.
"It's hard to believe how this stuff smells when it's finished," said Lavender, whose face was screwed up as she cut open a flobberworm and squeezed out some of the mucus within.
Parvati nodded next to her. "Mine smelled like chocolate and fuchsia. Oh, and spice." She smiled at the memory.
"Mine smelled so much better than that," said Lavender. "Mine was like a sugar cookie and-"
"It smells different to every person," said Hermione. "So of course you would think yours smelled better."
Lavender and Parvati gave her small frowns, but Hermione didn't seem to notice as she focused on the ingredients before her.
Draco was adding the Ashwinder eggs and leaned over his husband to reach for the quill. He smirked. He knew what his smelled like. He would never have told anyone back then, but it smelled like Harry. Which was rather like fresh air and green grass. He looked at the man in question and almost messed up the potion because of the momentary distraction.
Harry flushed a little at his own memory. He liked the Quidditch smell and the treacle tart okay, but he also remembered the flowery smell that was Ginny's perfume. He was eager to get the potion finished to see if the smell had changed. It had to have changed, but he wanted to know.
Valen seemed to be getting pretty excited, jumping, squealing and wiggling his hands and feet.
The room was eventually filled with simmering potions and swirling mist and, all at once it seemed, Harry got a great whiff of treacle tart, a broomstick handle, and ... something like vanilla and cinnamon. He smiled and sighed a little. It was definitely Draco's smell. He wanted to lean over and smell the real thing, but couldn't, as he was stirring for the last step of the potion.
Draco was smiling at the dreamy look on Harry's face.
Harry turned his head to Draco as he continued stirring, not having any clue what his own face looked like. "It smells really good," he said with a smile that spread slowly across his lips.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "What does it smell like to you?" he asked.
"You, of course," Harry answered, still smiling. "And Quidditch, and my favourite dessert, but you're the best."
"I thought I was your favourite dessert," Draco teased. Their potion was done and appeared to be working.
Harry snorted. "You are rather delicious," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek and giving him a little lick that no one would've been able to see. "What do you smell?" he asked, grinning.
"Same thing I smelled the last time," Draco answered, smirking and reaching a hand under the table to caress his lover's thigh.
Harry's grin widened. "Did you smell me the last time?" he asked.
Draco flushed and nodded. "Told you, always you," he whispered.
"There's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about," Harry said softly as he began leaning in towards Draco. "I find it rather delightful."
"Except that it turns me on," Draco whispered.
"Nearly everything turns you on," Harry whispered back, knowing how hypocritical his statement was.
Draco smirked but didn't argue the point. Back in sixth year, he had actually considered a way to slip the potion to Harry but had decided against it.
Harry turned his head away from Draco when Valen let out a particularly loud yell. He laughed at the baby's excitement. "What do you think he smells?" he asked.
"If it is what he loves, then probably trouble," Draco laughed.
Harry laughed some more at that. "Yes. If anyone would smell trouble, it would be him."
***
Draco had enjoyed Potions class in spite of the fact that it reminded him of how much he missed his godfather. It somehow felt wrong to listen to the cheerful voice of Slughorn in place of Severus's stern one. He still had nightmares sometimes of that moment when the man had sacrificed his own life for Draco's. His thoughts were on the past as he held his husband's hand and carried his son with his silver one. The boy was growing bigger daily and he found the silver hand could take the stress of holding him better.
Harry, too, had enjoyed Potions class. He knew it was very sappy, but he'd liked brewing a Love Potion with Draco, and knowing that the potion had smelled like his husband. He turned his head and smiled at Draco and then caught sight of Valen, who was chewing and slobbering on his own little fingers. "He's been drooling so much lately," Harry mused, reaching over Draco as they walked to wipe at a drip at the corner of Valen's mouth.
"He chews on everything now," Draco said, getting used to having to clean his silver hand of said drool. "You want to take him for dinner tonight?" he asked.
Harry frowned inwardly. He had absolutely no idea why Draco sat with the Slytherins. It wasn't as if they were actual students anymore, and even then he wouldn't have had to sit with them, but Harry didn't say anything against it. "Sure, I'll take him," he answered.
Draco handed Valen to his husband when they reached the Great Hall, leaning in to kiss Harry as he did.
Harry kissed Draco back with Valen in his arms, smiling against his lips before heading over to join Ron, Hermione and the others at the Gryffindor table.
Draco straightened his robes and strode into the room, head held high and manner as haughty as it had ever been. He smiled as others moved aside to make room for him at the table beside Theo and across from Pansy again.
Chapter Title: Surviving Friendships
Words: 2832 Words
The blond hung the Cloak on a hook and removed his silver hand to set it with his things. Then Draco stepped into the hot shower, sighing as he did. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back into the spray and feeling the water coursing down his skin.
"I don't know if I will ever get used to the idea of you without both hands," came a male voice.
Draco used his right hand to push hair and water from his eyes and looked to where Theodore Nott leaned against the entrance of the shower. "Not something you need to worry about," he answered.
Theo's gaze very deliberately looked the naked blond over. "Almost accents how flawless the rest of you is, doesn't it?" he said, smiling.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his ex-lover. "What do you want?" he asked, reaching for the soap and beginning to wash himself as if Theo's gaze didn't register. His heart had sped up, though, and he had to work to keep his reaction off his face.
"Do you remember that time in this very shower?" Theo asked, smiling.
"I lost my hand, not my memory," Draco replied, trying not to look like he was hurrying.
"Oh, really?" Theo asked. "Because you fawning over Potter makes me wonder."
"He is my husband, Theo," Draco replied coolly.
"I heard what he did to you," Theo said. "They say he magically bound you and that you didn't have a choice."
"I have always had a choice," Draco answered, rinsing now.
"If he ordered you now," Theo asked, "would you have to obey him?"
"That's not the issue," Draco said, turning off the water.
"Our own prince a slave to that Gryffindor and you tell me that isn't an issue?" Theo said, a hint of anger in his voice now.
"Let it go, Theo," Draco said, using a towel to dry his hair and then wrapping it around his waist.
As Draco began to walk past Theo to get to his clothes, the other man stepped into his path. "Tell me you aren't attracted to me now," he said, voice low.
Draco swallowed and didn't look into the other man's eyes. "Get out of my way, Nott," he snapped.
Theo stepped even closer so that he had Draco nearly trapped between the door jamb and his body. "So it's Nott now, not Theo?" he smiled. "Trying to distance yourself?"
Draco sighed deeply and then raised his grey eyes to look into Theo's dark ones. "Theo," he whispered, "I am not doing this. That is the past."
"You haven't denied it, though," Theo pushed, raising a hand to cup Draco's chin. "You still want me."
"No," Draco said, voice catching as he did. "I find you attractive, yes. But I do not want this. Not now, not again."
Theo winced, frowning. "I don't believe you," he said. "I see the way you still look at me."
Draco silently Summoned his wand while the other man's attention was on his face. "Did you try to kill me, Theo?" he asked quietly.
The question surprised Nott, and Draco could see it in his face as he let go of the blond's chin. Theo wasn't meeting his eyes now. "No, no I didn't," he hissed.
"But you knew Blaise sent in our location, didn't you?" Draco asked, watching his old lover carefully.
Theo backed up then and he glanced nervously at the fact that Draco was holding his wand now. "He didn't mean for you to get hurt," Theo said. "He said that Potter was controlling you. That we needed to get you away from him."
"He did, did he?" Draco drawled, wand pointed directly at Nott. "And if Potter was killed?"
Theo was on the defensive now, swallowing thickly at the harder sound of Draco's voice. "Then you would be free again," Theo said.
"Well, as usual, Blaise was wrong," Draco answered. "I would have died."
Theo's eyes widened then. "Draco, I swear, I didn't know," he said.
"That is obvious," Draco said dismissively, and walked over to where his clothes were hanging. He set his wand down within easy reach and began to get dressed, essentially dismissing Theo with the action.
"Draco?" Theo asked.
"Yes?" the blond replied in a bored-sounding voice.
"Draco, look at me," Theo said, stepping closer again.
Draco had reattached his silver hand and was now pulling on his trousers. He stood and faced the other man once more.
Theo's eyes met his again. "I'm sorry," he said.
Draco's eyes widened. They didn't say "sorry" in Slytherin. One might admit to polite "apologies" but never "sorry." Draco swallowed hard.
"We were wrong," Theo continued. "We realised that soon enough, Pansy and I. Blaise didn't and he paid for it. But after that night, Pansy and I never supported that side again."
"I understand," Draco said, "and I am glad you didn't follow him. You would have died. Believe it or not, I am glad the two of you survived."
Theo's eyes looked suspiciously moist then. "Do you hate us now?" he asked, sounding more like he had when they had first met at eleven than Draco had heard in years.
Draco gave a sad smile. "No, Theo, I don't hate you," he said. "I couldn't hate you or Pansy. Hell, I'm not even sure I could hate Blaise. I know what it was like. Remember?"
Theo closed his eyes, releasing a shuddering sigh then.
Draco waited while Theo tried to pull himself together. Finally, Theo opened his eyes again, seeming calm but without the bravado of earlier.
"I would be your friend again, if that is possible," Draco said. "But it will never be more than that. Do you understand? I am in love with my husband. And he doesn't share. He will have a hard time even accepting you are not our enemy now."
Theo raised his chin a bit proudly. "I understand," he said calmly. He held his hand out then. "Friends?"
Draco smiled, flashing on the memory of the first day he and Theo had come to that agreement. They'd had a big argument in the common room. Theo had thought Draco was only a spoilt brat. He hadn't known the blond's magical ability or intelligence. They had ended up in a heated debate over the merits of Plato. It had sealed their friendship and set the grounds for later physical explorations. Draco took the man's hand now, the way he had taken the boy's hand then. "Yes, I would like that," he repeated the line from the past.
"Good," Theo said, smiling. He released Draco's hand, then turned and strode out of the locker room. Draco watched him go and found part of himself again that he thought he had lost in the war. He smiled too as he hurriedly got dressed to meet his husband.
***
Harry stood by and opened the door to the Potions classroom for Draco and Valen. He followed them in and saw that mostly everyone was already there. Harry'd had to feed the baby, and so it had made them a little later in coming.
He saw Slughorn sitting behind his desk, hands on his great belly, and when the man saw them entering, he jumped up eagerly. "Why, Harry and Draco," he said in a way that made it sound like Harry and Draco were very old, good friends. He made his way over to where they were beginning to set up Valen's things.
"Hello, Professor," Harry said, straightening up from situating Valen's toys in his playpen.
Draco frowned but nodded to the Professor. The man had ignored Draco during sixth year and now treated him like he had been one of his favourites?
"You know - and now might not be the best of times - but I've got some friends interested in speaking with you both," continued Slughorn, paying no attention to Draco's frown. They say you've been so awfully hard to get a hold of!"
"Yes, well that's intentional," said Harry. "We get dozens of letters every day. It got very old very fast."
Draco wasn't even sure why he had come to the Potions class, other than to help Harry. He didn't think that Slughorn had anything new to teach him.
"Ah, well, yes. I do get many letters myself," the professor said next. "I know how it can become overwhelming. Perhaps a chat after class?"
"Perhaps," said Harry, secretly hoping to be able to sneak off.
Slughorn smiled happily. "Good, good," he said, and then reached over to ruffle Valen's hair. "I'm sure he'll be a joy to have in class," he said as if he were entirely sure of it. "He already has the look of brilliance about him. Let the records show that I had him pegged when he discovers a potion to cure all sickness!" He chortled.
Valen burbled in response.
Draco hid his smile behind his hand and turned his attention to pulling out parchment, a quill, and ink.
Theo and Pansy were sitting nearby. Theo nodded to Draco and the blond responded in kind. Pansy was giving them both a strange look and then leaned over to whisper in Theo's ear.
Harry noticed, and didn't respond to the gesture outwardly. He just couldn't understand how Draco could ignore that Nott and Pansy had tried to kill him - both of them. Or at least known about it and not said a word. He sighed, rubbed their son's head fondly, and then took his seat next to Draco as Slughorn moved toward the front of the classroom again.
Theo shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk to Pansy about what she had asked him.
"Well," said Slughorn, turning to face the students. "I'm certainly happy to have you all back. Some of my very best students are in this year." He gave a little wink to the Gryffindor section, and seemed to be including Draco in this. "But I'm sure you've all heard enough about that." He smiled around the room, holding the flaps of his jacket. "Now, do you all remember a certain potion? One that I showed to you, but which you never made?"
Hermione raised her hand. "Felix Felicis?" she said.
Slughorn grinned. "Very good, Ms Granger. I did show you that one. But that's not the one I'm thinking of. Anyone else have a guess?"
Draco sighed but raised his hand.
"Ah, yes. Draco?" Slughorn asked.
"Amortentia," the blond answered.
"And that's the one," said Slughorn. "Very good, Mr Malfoy," he praised. "Amortentia. The most powerful Love Potion in the world, and what you will be tested on in your N.E.W.T.s. Can anyone tell me a distinctive property of this potion?"
Hermione raised her hand again and it went like that for several minutes as Slughorn asked questions about the potion, but then they were finally able to retrieve their ingredients from the student store cupboard and begin their work.
Harry covered Valen with another protective charm and then set about counting out his frozen Ashwinder eggs.
Draco focused on following the instructions. He was amused to be making the potion after all the research he had done on love magic when they were studying the room in the Department of Mysteries.
"It's hard to believe how this stuff smells when it's finished," said Lavender, whose face was screwed up as she cut open a flobberworm and squeezed out some of the mucus within.
Parvati nodded next to her. "Mine smelled like chocolate and fuchsia. Oh, and spice." She smiled at the memory.
"Mine smelled so much better than that," said Lavender. "Mine was like a sugar cookie and-"
"It smells different to every person," said Hermione. "So of course you would think yours smelled better."
Lavender and Parvati gave her small frowns, but Hermione didn't seem to notice as she focused on the ingredients before her.
Draco was adding the Ashwinder eggs and leaned over his husband to reach for the quill. He smirked. He knew what his smelled like. He would never have told anyone back then, but it smelled like Harry. Which was rather like fresh air and green grass. He looked at the man in question and almost messed up the potion because of the momentary distraction.
Harry flushed a little at his own memory. He liked the Quidditch smell and the treacle tart okay, but he also remembered the flowery smell that was Ginny's perfume. He was eager to get the potion finished to see if the smell had changed. It had to have changed, but he wanted to know.
Valen seemed to be getting pretty excited, jumping, squealing and wiggling his hands and feet.
The room was eventually filled with simmering potions and swirling mist and, all at once it seemed, Harry got a great whiff of treacle tart, a broomstick handle, and ... something like vanilla and cinnamon. He smiled and sighed a little. It was definitely Draco's smell. He wanted to lean over and smell the real thing, but couldn't, as he was stirring for the last step of the potion.
Draco was smiling at the dreamy look on Harry's face.
Harry turned his head to Draco as he continued stirring, not having any clue what his own face looked like. "It smells really good," he said with a smile that spread slowly across his lips.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "What does it smell like to you?" he asked.
"You, of course," Harry answered, still smiling. "And Quidditch, and my favourite dessert, but you're the best."
"I thought I was your favourite dessert," Draco teased. Their potion was done and appeared to be working.
Harry snorted. "You are rather delicious," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek and giving him a little lick that no one would've been able to see. "What do you smell?" he asked, grinning.
"Same thing I smelled the last time," Draco answered, smirking and reaching a hand under the table to caress his lover's thigh.
Harry's grin widened. "Did you smell me the last time?" he asked.
Draco flushed and nodded. "Told you, always you," he whispered.
"There's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about," Harry said softly as he began leaning in towards Draco. "I find it rather delightful."
"Except that it turns me on," Draco whispered.
"Nearly everything turns you on," Harry whispered back, knowing how hypocritical his statement was.
Draco smirked but didn't argue the point. Back in sixth year, he had actually considered a way to slip the potion to Harry but had decided against it.
Harry turned his head away from Draco when Valen let out a particularly loud yell. He laughed at the baby's excitement. "What do you think he smells?" he asked.
"If it is what he loves, then probably trouble," Draco laughed.
Harry laughed some more at that. "Yes. If anyone would smell trouble, it would be him."
***
Draco had enjoyed Potions class in spite of the fact that it reminded him of how much he missed his godfather. It somehow felt wrong to listen to the cheerful voice of Slughorn in place of Severus's stern one. He still had nightmares sometimes of that moment when the man had sacrificed his own life for Draco's. His thoughts were on the past as he held his husband's hand and carried his son with his silver one. The boy was growing bigger daily and he found the silver hand could take the stress of holding him better.
Harry, too, had enjoyed Potions class. He knew it was very sappy, but he'd liked brewing a Love Potion with Draco, and knowing that the potion had smelled like his husband. He turned his head and smiled at Draco and then caught sight of Valen, who was chewing and slobbering on his own little fingers. "He's been drooling so much lately," Harry mused, reaching over Draco as they walked to wipe at a drip at the corner of Valen's mouth.
"He chews on everything now," Draco said, getting used to having to clean his silver hand of said drool. "You want to take him for dinner tonight?" he asked.
Harry frowned inwardly. He had absolutely no idea why Draco sat with the Slytherins. It wasn't as if they were actual students anymore, and even then he wouldn't have had to sit with them, but Harry didn't say anything against it. "Sure, I'll take him," he answered.
Draco handed Valen to his husband when they reached the Great Hall, leaning in to kiss Harry as he did.
Harry kissed Draco back with Valen in his arms, smiling against his lips before heading over to join Ron, Hermione and the others at the Gryffindor table.
Draco straightened his robes and strode into the room, head held high and manner as haughty as it had ever been. He smiled as others moved aside to make room for him at the table beside Theo and across from Pansy again.