"Where are you going? oh, let me guess: to the Potters," Draco Malfoy teased his son as Scorpious was about to run through the floo. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Like 12 hours?" he said from behind the Daily Prophet.

"Ha, Ha, hilarious, dad."

"I know, I know, staying away from your boyfriend all night while you sleep is too hard," the older Malfoy joked.

Scorpius froze. It was now or never.

"Dad, there is something I need to tell you. That thing you said, it is actually true."

Draco lifted his eyes from the newspaper, comprehension dawning on him.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, Scorp, I thought I was teasing. So is it true? Albus is your boyfriend? As in, you two are together-together?"

Scorpius nodded, heart hammering in his chest.

Draco stood up and went to hug his son.

"You know I love you, right? And I just want you to be happy. Even if it is…"

"Being gay?"

"I was gonna say with a Potter," he deadpanned, faking a shudder.

"Dad! You know the Potters are genuinely good people, right?"

"I know, I know. Old habits die hard."

"I thought you and Mr. Potter were friends now."

"Friends is a heavy word," Draco said, messing his son's hair, though it was not far from the truth.

The friendship and now relationship between their two sons had brought the former enemies to a truce that evolved into friendly animosity. Also, Ginny Potter had almost adopted Scorpius and, by extension Draco. They were both invited to Grimmauld Place for Christmas, and Draco was always front row for Ginny's games. The two of them had formed an independent and firm friendship that had allowed the two Malfoys to have a feminine presence in their lives.

"Alright, go, your boyfriend is waiting for you," the dad said, kissing his son goodbye.

Scorpius bounced out of the kitchen floo at Grimmauld place and threw his arms around Albus, kissing him full on the mouth, vibrating with excitement. When he pulled back, Al was looking at him with wide, terrified eyes. And then it hit him: he was ecstatic about Draco accepting both his sexuality and his relationship, so he forgot that Al had not told his parents yet. They both turn slowly to look at Ginny Potter, who was calmly sipping her coffee and smirking.

"Well, that explains a lot," she said.

"Explains what?" asked her husband, who just walked into the kitchen.

"Your son is gay," she answered.

"Which one?" asked Harry, pouring some coffee for himself.

"The one with the pretty blonde boyfriend," she said, gesturing toward the two teens that were frozen by the floo.

"Oh, hi, Scorpius. I didn't notice you were there. So you two, eh?"

The boys nodded, still unsure of what to say.

"Well, I think it is wonderful," said Ginny. "I've liked you since the day I met you, Scorp, and I know you will treat my son well. And if you don't, I will hex off that pretty blonde hair of yours, and you will spend the rest of your life looking like a very pale quaffle," she finished before sipping her coffee again.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Potter, I will be good, I promise, thank you, thank you so much," Scorpius said before turning to hug and kiss his boyfriend again.

The young Slytherins waved goodbye and went upstairs. Ginny followed them with her gaze, tilting her head in a curious look.

"What?" asked her husband.

"Scorpius looks like just Draco did at that age, doesn't he? Except for the sneer, of course."

"I guess," Harry answered, confused.

"And Al looks just like you, but without the glasses."

Harry was not sure he liked where this was going.

"Ok. So?"

"So watching them kiss gave me a pretty clear visual," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"A visual of what? Me and Malfoy? Making out? Are you crazy? Who would want to see that?" he retorted, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"I would want to see it," Ginny said with a malicious smile.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ginny."

"What? You are hot, Malfoy is definitely hot, I bet half of the witches in Britain would want to be in the middle of that sandwich."

"You are insane," Harry said, chuckling and kissing her forehead before taking his coffee to the drawing room.

That night, things got heated on the Potter marital bed. The couple was engaged in a vigorous lovemaking session when Ginny suddenly stopped in the middle of riding her husband.

"Harry? What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," answered her husband, moving his hips up to encourage her to continue. She did, but then it happened again.

"Why do you keep looking behind me?" she asked, following his gaze.

"What? No, I'm not doing anything," he answered, obviously flustered.

Ginny switched her pace from a hard ride to a slow rocking motion. She took Harry's hands and brought them to her breasts. He massaged, pinching the nipples slightly.

"I think there is something on your mind," she probed. "Something naughty."

"I don't know what you mean," he said, pulling her in for a kiss.

She obliged but reached discreetly for her wand.

"Legilimens," she said suddenly.

"Protego!" he shouted.

She put the wand back on the nightstand, unfazed.

"That was uncalled for," Harry said, half angry, half horny.

She bit her lip in a naughty smile.

"I saw what you want."

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times. Then he reached to grab the back of her hair hard and rolled them over to pin her under him.

"That was fucking rude, Gin. My thoughts are private."

"Your thoughts included me. Being fucked like a wanton whore," she challenged.

Harry thrust inside her hard, pulling her hair again, then kissing her deeply.

"It's what you want, isn't it?" he growled in her ear. "To be impaled between Malfoy and me?"

"It was your fantasy," she dared, playing with her clit. She was so close. Her husband pounded her like an animal, kissing, nibbling, biting, lost in the haze of the scene in his mind. When he felt her clench around him, he came harder than he had done in years.

Harry rolled to the side, trying to catch his breath.

"I'll talk to him," he said, reaching for her hand.

Ginny brought the hand to her lips.

"I think we should both talk to him. After the kids go back to Hogwarts."