Standard Disclaimer: Characters not mine.

I wrote this in about thirty minutes so it's complete junk for fun. I hope you enjoy. =)

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"What is he thinking? This is completely ludicrous! That boy!"

Harry's brow twitched but he managed to keep his eyes from rolling at the ranting Malfoy patriarch. Instead, he merely sighed and pushed his glasses up to rub at the bridge of his nose, before saying, "Lucius, shut it, all right? Albus and Scorpius are intelligent young men. I'm sure they're fully aware of what they're doing and are capable of handling any situation they come across."

With a tsk, Lucius whipped around to face the Auror with surprising speed for a man of his age.

"This is all because of that rebellious brat of yours!" he hissed, eyeing Harry with disgust. "I should have seen this coming, with him hanging around my grandson!"

"Father, relax. You are making a scene and that is certainly more distasteful than Scorpius's friendship with the Potter boy," Draco murmured, finally breaking from his state of shock to take part in the exchange. He sent one last worried glance that the Floo board, which displayed the boys' destination as both unknown and untraceable, and then, after clearing his throat, fell into the usual sneering facade. "Scorpius just graduated. Taking a little time to act like a teenager before settling into Ministry politics will be good for him, make him better-rounded and adjusted."

Lucius had regained his composure, having noticed the gawking of others on the Floo platform, but still growled quietly, "Scorpius has spent plenty of time acting like a teenager at Hogwarts, Draco. This escapade could ruin his career."

Harry snorted and both Malfoys sent him quick glares.

"Don't be absurd. It will make him more relatable," Draco said with a haughty sniff, ignoring Lucius's annoyed scowl and brushing imaginary creases out of his finely made robes. Then, with a half-bitter smirk, he added, "Being widely seen with the son of Boy Hero here will be to our advantage, of course."

"Glad my son can be of use to you," Harry interjected, giving Draco a forced and quite fake smile and receiving an identical one in return.

"And how long do you think is adequate for Scorpius to be all alone with the son of the Boy Hero, hm?" Lucius said through clenched teeth, disregarding Harry's interruption entirely. "One, two months? How about a year, Draco?"

"Oh please, Father, they're not eloped lovers!" Draco snapped. He folded his arms over his chest and glared sternly at Lucius, fingers of one hand tapping impatiently on the opposite arm. "Scorpius is hardly going to turn up pregnant on our doorstep in a few months, for Merlin's sake!"

Harry had to turn away to keep them from seeing his grin.

"Please, just return to the Manor and tell Mother and Astoria that I will handle all of this," Draco continued, grabbing the back of Harry's robes before he could make an escape. "Potter and I will discuss a plan of action on how to handle our sons."

Lucius clearly wanted to rant and rave some more, and his chest heaved as though he were about to, even in front of the crowded platform, but at the height of the tension he simply glowered vehemently one last time at Harry and then stomped off with a swirl of his robes. Harry and Draco quietly watched him go, both relieved at his exit, and didn't face each other until Lucius was officially through a fireplace.

Harry sighed and supposed he should start the show, not really wanting to "discuss a plan of action" with Draco. He wasn't sure what Albus was thinking, but boys were boys (well, young men, anyway). He himself had certainly got into a lot of trouble at ages much younger than Albus and Scorpius were at now. Harry had only met the Malfoy kid a handful of times, but he and Albus got on well enough, so surely they would be okay together. Wherever they were.

"Well, Malfoy," he started. "I don't know what you want to talk about, but—"

"They've eloped."

"…What?"

Draco huffed in exasperation and glared at nothing in particular. "They've eloped. They're lovers, I've known about it since their fifth year, and Scorpius told me that they were running off together but I didn't honestly believe him."

Harry gaped at him. "Wha… lovers? Huh? Wait… what?" he sputtered and tried to wrap his mind around what the unexpected topic, waving his hands in front of him frantically as though it would help get his thoughts across to Draco. "They—that is, you—what… you knew?"

"Scorpius tells me everything," Draco replied, sounding all the much like a proud parent. Then he scowled and gave Harry a threatening look. "But I swear on every Malfoy ancestor, Potter, I will hunt your son to the ends of the earth if Scorpius comes back with a magic-induced pregnancy!"

Harry could only stare in shock.

And then he just started laughing.