A/N: Last chapter! :D

Draco and Harry jerked awake because of the sudden excited stomping in the rooms above them coupled with laughter. Draco groaned in dismay and rolled onto his stomach so he could burrow his head under the pillow while Harry sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes before searching for the time. He then groaned like Draco did when he noticed it was only six in the morning. "Why is this happening?" he bemoaned while flopping back into bed and curling into Draco.

In the meantime, Scorpius and Teddy had raced to their respective bathrooms to clean their faces, shower, and do their business, which took all of fifteen minutes. Then they raced back out, meeting at the corridor to drip water all over the place. "One, two, three. GO!" Teddy yelled. The two of them ran into their rooms and slammed the door shut.

Harry plugged his fingers into his ears and Draco whined to no avail.

Scorpius struggled to get his shirt on the right way around just as Teddy fell on his side trying to get unstuck from his dratted pants. Scorpius rooted through his entire closet trying to find a matching pair of socks while Teddy had to try three times before his tie came out straight. Less than four minutes later, the two of them skidded out of their rooms and attempted to look nonchalant while brushing their clothes down and patting at their wet hair.

Teddy scrutinized Scorpius' plain grey tee, jeans, and black socks as Scorpius looked over Teddy's button-down shirt, thin black tie and grey trousers. In unison they gave their nods of approval.

"WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!"

Harry and Draco squeezed their eyes shut in an effort to keep sleeping just to spite the boys.

Teddy and Scorpius arrived in front of Draco and Harry's bedroom, frowning in disapproval at the closed door. Scorpius knocked a few times.

"Go away."

"Time to wake up," Scorpius answered back.

"No, it's not."

"Decent in there?" Teddy called out.

"No."

The boys glanced at each other. Did they want to risk it?

That day, they did.

Harry jumped and sat upright when the door burst open. Draco simply pulled the sheets up over his head, not the least bit surprised. "What do you want?" Harry asked pitifully. "Please let us sleep… It's the least you could do."

Scorpius jumped into bed between the men, pushing Harry out of the way so he could hug Draco tight. Teddy was attempting to get Harry off of bed at the same time despite protests. Scorpius sifted through all the bedclothes to finally get to his father. "Wake up," he whispered. "It's time to wake up now."

Draco wrapped his arm over Scorpius' waist and pulled him close, hiding his face against his son's chest. "No," he murmured.

"But I've got to go," Scorpius whispered.

"I'll miss you more than anything ever."

"I'll try really hard to be sad, Father."

"Don't be a brat."

Scorpius laughed. "It's time to wake up now, okay?" he said. "Time to get whoa!" He was yanked backwards and twisted around so he ended up on top of Harry. "What?" he grumbled.

"I'll miss you too," Harry said.

"Well, I'll miss Daddy more than I'll miss you," Scorpius snubbed before sticking out his tongue.

"Aw… That's mean."

After a lot of coaxing and whining, pushing and shoving, poking and prodding, the boys got the men to get out of bed and into the bathroom. Then they went downstairs to start making something to eat before their long train journey. Scorpius was so excited that he could hardly stand still, not even when Teddy bopped him on the head and made him spread butter over warm toast. He hopped from one foot to the other excitedly. Hogwarts. It was going to be wonderful.

"Teddy?" he said.

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to be a Gryffindor, aren't I?"

Teddy glanced at Scorpius while hiding a smile quite well. "With me?" he mumbled as he cut up some fruits.

"With you and Vicky and Lucy. With all of you. Just like Harry."

"We'll see."

"Because I know all Malfoys are supposed to be Slytherins," Scorpius continued importantly. "But I think I'd made a great Gryffindor."

"And I think you'd make an even greater Slytherin," Teddy remarked.

The boy seemed skeptical. "Won't you mind if I'm not in your house?" he asked.

"Why should I mind?" Teddy chuckled. "You already know how I feel about houses. I think it's a waste of time and a tradition that is much too ancient. I don't see why the Headmistress wouldn't just do away with the whole thing."

Scorpius didn't say anything. He knew how Teddy got when he was on a roll. He didn't want to let his cousin get on that roll. He quietly spread butter and kept hopping from one foot to the other.

Teddy glanced at Scorpius again, this time not bothering to hide his smile. The kid really did know how to read situations. "Shall I let you in on a secret?" he finally conspired.

Scorpius froze and looked up at Teddy with wide eyes. "I like secrets," he whispered, reaching up on his tiptoes and lending an ear.

Teddy stooped down and murmured, "Harry was almost put into Slytherin."

Scorpius gasped theatrically. "What?" He couldn't believe it. "He was what?"

"It's true." Teddy nodded. "He told me when I first started school. He said that the Sorting Hat really wanted him to be a Slytherin. But he said, 'No. I want to be a Gryffindor.' And the hat said okay. See? Even the hat doesn't always know the answer. It'll let you choose."

"Oh…" Scorpius was dumbfounded. This changed everything. "Then I just have to tell the hat that I want to be a Gryffindor, right?" he figured. "Hmm."

"It's worth a shot," Teddy agreed. "But I think you are much too smart and cautious to be a Gryffindor. You'll take one good look at all of us and say, 'You're all so stupid and you'll get yourself killed one day if you don't look both ways once in a while.' Gryffindors can be very stupid, Scorpius. Like Harry."

Scorpius snickered. "Yeah. Harry's pretty stupid sometimes," he muttered.

"To be a Slytherin you need to be the best at getting your way. You need to know who's your friend and who isn't. You need to figure out the easiest way through tasks. And even if you don't talk, you need to listen very carefully. When I think of Slytherins, I always think of someone like you, Scorp. You're a perfect little snake."

"Hey!"

Teddy laughed as he wrapped an arm around Scorpius' shoulder and pulled him close. "No matter what house you're in, we'll hang out. Promise?" he asked.

"Whatever," Scorpius harrumphed despite giving Teddy a quick squeeze. "You aren't allowed to call me a snake anymore."

"Yet another name to add to my list," Teddy sighed.

"Besides," Scorpius continued, "You're always hanging out with Vicky."

"I'm not."

"I bet she's so tired of you hanging around her."

"She's not."

"I bet she's too nice to say anything."

"She would never."

"I bet you like her a lot, huh?"

"So what if I do?"

"So nothing," Scorpius smiled impishly.

Teddy grumbled this and that under his breath.

Harry strolled in with a hand hiding his yawn and his eyes squeezed shut against it. "Gosh, you two already started?" he garbled, hugging Scorpius with one arm and pressing a kiss against his forehead. "You sure must be excited."

"With good reason," Scorpius piped in.

"Good reason indeed," Harry chuckled as he started to make a pot of tea for everyone. "Man, it's going to suck with you two gone."

"We know," the boys said in unison. Teddy shoved a bowl of fruits into Harry's hands firmly, tilting his head down as he did so to look at his godfather in a pointed manner. Harry winked back and smiled. He knew Teddy was telling him not to miss them too much. He'd try, but it'd be hard for the first couple weeks.

He accepted a plate of buttered toast from Scorpius as well. "How's Snow doing?" he asked.

"She's nervous," Scorpius murmured. "But she'll be okay when she gets to Hogwarts. She just doesn't like excitement." He had received an owl on his tenth birthday and it had soon become his most prized possession. Being in charge of a life was both daunting and incredible to him. He took exceptionally good care of his bird. But that meant that Snow was a rather spoilt owl. "And she'll make lots of friends too, so she should be alright. I'm sure she will be."

Harry nodded to reassure Scorpius.

An hour later, they were walking down the station platforms amongst Muggles who tried not to stare at the strange rattling luggage in the trolleys.

"Are you sure I've got everything, Teddy?" Scorpius asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, Scorpius," Teddy replied for the umpteenth time.

"Father, are you sure?"

"Yes, Scorpius," Draco sighed as he pushed the cart.

"Harry-"

"Yes, Scorpius. I'm sure," Harry smiled down at that boy and arched a brow. "If you did forget anything, I'll just owl it to you, okay? Don't worry."

Scorpius worried his lip and nodded. "I'm nervous."

"Understandably."

They had gotten there so early that they were one of the first to walk through the barrier onto Platform 9 ¾. Scorpius, who had been guided along by his father, stopped short to gawk at the enormous red train engine he saw before his eyes. "The Hogwarts Express," he breathed in disbelief.

"Come on." Draco tugged Scorpius along the platform that was a bit hazy and rather empty for the moment. Teddy was quick to snag a bench by placing his caged and hooting owl atop it. Harry looked around in nostalgia. He missed those days all too often. He glanced back at the Malfoys who were straggling because the little one had a million and one questions to ask about everything he saw. It was just past eight and the rush would begin any minute now.

"Harry," Teddy said to catch his godfather's attention.

"Hmm?"

"Hey."

He tilted his head in puzzlement as he smiled. "Hi," he hesitated. "What's up?"

Teddy took a breath to keep his nerves about him. "I just… That is… Um…" He paused to take another breath. He rarely stumbled around Harry. "I'm glad, you know."

"Glad you're almost done with Hogwarts?"

"Oh, don't make me say it," Teddy complained as he crossed his arms against his chest defensively.

Harry laughed in disbelief. "I-um… What are you glad for, Ted?"

"For you two. Sheesh."

"Ah," Harry understood. "Right. Us two. Mhm."

"I know I've never been big fans of this business," Teddy hurried to say. "But I think you two are alright, you know? In my books and all."

"I'm glad to hear you say it… Finally…"

Teddy frowned at Harry's patronizing smile. Was it his fault that he didn't like the idea of sharing Harry with other people? Harry was his favorite person in the whole world. What right did the Malfoys have staking their claim on him? It just wasn't fair and he had made sure to make life miserable for the two for over four years now, every time he was back for holidays.

No more of that.

Now he was a mature adult. He could deal with this.

"Godda-" Draco caught himself by snapping his teeth shut angrily when he found himself facing the door that had been slammed in his face. He spun around on his heel and glared at Harry as he stormed through the corridor, muttering, "I can't handle him right now."

Harry was torn between chasing after Draco and knocking on the door to Teddy's room. He chose the latter a moment later, but only after stomping his feet in exasperation. "Teddy. Open up? Please? What's wrong?" he called through the door.

Teddy wrenched the door open. "I don't want him in my house!" he raged loudly. "Why is he always in my house? Make him leave! Now!"

Harry was still not used to working with a volatile fourteen-year-old boy. "We've talked about this so many times," he tried to reason.

Fourteen-year-old boys don't listen to reason.

"No!" Teddy snapped. "You've talked at me all those times. You've never listened! You're not listening to me!"

"He asked you to wash the bloody dishes, Teddy Lupin! And if he asked you to do the dishes, you will do the dishes!" Harry burst out as his frustration got the better of him.

Teddy's face screwed up and he looked like he was about to cry. He slammed the door shut in Harry's face before he could make a scene. Harry groaned in dismay and hung his head. What was he doing wrong?

"STOP BEING MEAN TO TEDDY!" Scorpius screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly scaring Harry out of his skin.

"Are you thinking about that time?" Teddy asked suspiciously while narrowing his eyes.

Harry quickly wiped his faint smile off his face and said, "Nope. What time?"

The young man knew he'd never live that time of his life down. He didn't press on, however. "Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm glad he makes you happy," he grumbled.

"And I'm glad to hear you say that," Harry assured his godson. "Really."

The Weasleys arrived ten minutes later. It was Lucy's first day as well. Percy and Audrey fretted over their daughter while Rose and Hugo skipped over to say hi to Scorpius and pet Snow. Victoire sidled towards Teddy who tried to look nonchalant. Ron and Hermione greeted Harry and Draco with warm smiles. The platform was soon filled with loud yelling and laughs as friends met eagerly and parents rattled out last minute details to their children.

"Rose threatened to run away last night," Hermione said tiredly.

"Again?"

"Oh yes. This time she was going to run off to Hogwarts. In a suitcase."

"I see," Harry snickered.

Meanwhile Teddy was scuffing the ground with his shoe as Victoire studied her nails ardently. Scorpius moved a few steps away, taking the little Weasley kids with him, so they could have their privacy.

"So," Victoire started.

"Hmm."

"Did you…"

"I… um… No."

She nodded twice. "That's alright." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "I… told Mum."

Teddy grimaced as he instinctively looked over to Fleur and Bill, only to find them staring at him intently. He quickly whipped his eyes down to the ground. "A-and?" he stuttered.

"And nothing," Victoire smiled. She brushed her hand over his. "Did you have a good summer?"

"I-um…" He fiddled with his tie for a moment before plucking up the courage and pressing a fleeting kiss on her lips. She smiled brightly afterwards as he stumbled over his words.

Scorpius returned his attention to Hugo's excited story once he had seen Teddy's flustered kiss. He had been right after all! He loved being right. It wasn't often that he saw Teddy lose his suave ways. He always did when he was around Victoire, though. Not that Scorpius could blame him. Victoire was the prettiest girl ever.

"And Scorpius?"

"What is it?" he asked Rose.

"Next year, we'll go together, won't we?" the girl asked shyly.

"Of course we will," Scorpius grinned. "We'll hang out all the time when you come to Hogwarts."

"Me too!" Hugo interjected. "With me too!"

"And with you too," Scorpius laughed. "I'll miss you guys. You need to write to me, okay?"

"Okay," the children agreed in unison.

Before they knew it, it was time to board. Harry helped Scorpius with his bags and trunk, settling him down in one of the empty compartments with Lucy who was already being helped by Bill. "Excited?" he asked needlessly.

"Yeah!" the kids cheered.

"Remember to eat at least some vegetables, okay?" Harry said, cocking a head at Scorpius.

"I'll try."

"And write every week?"

"Mhm."

Harry leaned forward and hugged Scorpius tight. "I love you so much. I'll miss you so much. Make sure you have loads of fun for me," he murmured.

"And you make sure you have loads of fun at school too," Scorpius told Harry. "You'll have to write all about it. Okay?"

"Sounds like a plan."

The train was filling up quick as Bill and Harry hopped off. Draco stood by the window, leaning against the ledge to talk to his son.

"Father?" Scorpius added, moving up closer to the window and beckoning for Draco to do the same.

"What else?" Draco asked as he wrapped his fingers over his son's and squeezed him once for good luck.

"Make sure Harry isn't too sad when we're gone, okay?" the boy whispered. "He likes to pretend he's okay."

"And you pretend to be eleven years old," Draco retorted with a derisive snort. "Sometimes I wonder about you."

"When I come back, I'm going to be awesome like Harry," Scorpius boasted. "Just you wait, Dad."

"I'll be waiting."

"I love you."

"Love you too. Write to me as soon as you get there?"

"I will."

Meanwhile, Teddy had pushed his luggage onto the train and was getting on himself.

"Hey, Teddy."

"What?" He turned to look down at Harry.

"Careful when you open your trunk."

The boy frowned. "Huh? Why?" He tried to remember if he had accidentally put something breakable at the top.

Harry winked instead of answering.

Teddy's eyes glazed over and his cheeks grew red. "Wh-what?" he stammered, his words muffled by the train whistle. He clutched the handles on either side of the hatch with pale fists and leaned towards the platform. "What did you say, Harry?" he rushed. The train jolted forward without warning, causing him to jerk and tighten his grip.

Harry shrugged. "I wasn't using it."

"Merlin," Teddy exhaled as he leapt out of the train and threw himself at Harry. "Thank you," he whispered hurriedly. "I love you so much. Oh my goodness! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I know, I know," Harry chuckled as he tried to push his godson away. "Get back on the train, you lunatic. Don't get in trouble."

"I know. I won't," Teddy promised after letting go of Harry, walking backwards as the train pulled out of the station. "I won't get into trouble, okay? I swear. Thanks, Harry. You're the best. I love you!" He hopped onto the train and waved furiously while grinning like a maniac.

"What was that all about?" Draco asked incredulously. He kept an eye on Scorpius' tiny hand waving out the window. He had a feeling his son would have a better time at Hogwarts than he ever did.

"Nothing," Harry murmured, pushing down the lump in his throat as he waved goodbye. He knew he was being sentimental, but he always felt this way when Teddy left. And now Scorpius was off as well, about to get into loads of trouble with his cousin and learn fascinating magic. He just wished it didn't have to be for five months at a time.

"Another year," Bill said.

A few minutes later, he and Draco had finished saying goodbye to the Weasleys and were walking back down King's Cross station to go home. Draco noticed that Harry wiped his eyes discreetly at least three times and he stifled his frustrated mutter. Sometimes Potter's emotions got the best of him and, unfortunately, most of those emotions came out in public.

Harry wallowed in his memories and sighs all the way home. It got even worse when he got home, in fact. He opened the door and realized that all he heard was silence. He paused in the foyer for a second. From now on, when he got finished school, Scorpius wouldn't be walking home with him. They wouldn't be doing homework together in the study. They wouldn't be reading in the drawing room. They wouldn't be making dinner for Draco. He wouldn't get to hug the boy goodnight. He had forgotten what it felt like to walk into an empty house. This was what he had felt since Teddy started school. He had just forgotten the feeling when Scorpius came along. Now it stung more than ever.

He jerked out of his musings as he was spun around, causing him to lose his balance and bump into Draco. He was too stunned to say anything.

"I'm still here, Potter," Draco whispered before he kissed Harry deeply. "And, for the first time ever," he added while guiding Harry backwards through the hall, "we've got the house to ourselves."

"Y-you've got work."

"I took a half day, remember?"

"Uh…"

"It's not half day yet." Draco pushed Harry into the living room. "And since I've got some time to spare…"

"Oh no," Harry breathed as he was shoved onto the couch. He barely had time to brace himself. "Oof," he grunted when Draco practically fell atop him, pinning him to the cushions. "Dra-mph!" He was kissed into silence. He didn't struggle, however. He simply gave up and slid his arms around Draco's waist, smiling in defeat. Malfoy sure knew how to cheer him up.

"We can do whatever we want. Right?"

"Mhm," Harry nodded. "Whatever we want."

"So don't look like it's the end of the world," Draco mumbled while kissing Harry's neck. "Because it's not."

"I know that."

"They'll be back before you know it."

"Mhm."

"Until then we'll do this."

"Draco…"

"What?"

Harry reached up and pressed his hand against Draco's cheek. "I really do love you. So much," he murmured.

Draco blinked once and then his mouth went slack and he paled. "Oh shit," he swore in dismay before rolling off of Harry to flop down onto the couch. "Shit, shit, shit! Stori's going to kill me!"

Harry stared up at the ceiling, thrown by the sudden change in topic. "Um… What? Why?" he asked.

"Because I was supposed to take a bloody photograph or something like that. Damn it!"

"Oh!" Harry gasped. "Why didn't you tell me? Shit!"

Draco rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. He had forgotten all about that amidst the rushing and excitement.

"Hey, maybe Percy got a picture of Lucy and Scorp. Audrey had her camera with her, remember?" Harry rushed.

"You've got to save me, Potter," Draco blurted out. "You've just got to."

"I'll ask, I'll ask."

"Damn it, she's so unreasonable!"

"She's the unreasonable one for wanting a picture of her son? Sure, Draco," Harry drawled.

Draco exhaled loudly and threw his arm over his eyes. "Potter," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just like to say your name when I'm pissed off."

"That's mean. You're mean."

"Am I now?" he smirked.

"You are." Harry hovered a hand over Draco's hip. "And what was that about a half-day?"

"Yeah… What was that all about?" Draco chuckled. He slipped his fingers between Harry's. "I love you too, hmm?"

"Oh?"

He rolled over top of Harry without warning, pinning him against the couch once again. Harry smiled at him while turning his nose up smugly. "So tell me," Draco said as he slid his thumb over Harry's cheek. "Why was Teddy so damned pleased with you? Huh?"

Harry turned his head to press a kiss on Draco's hand. "I… might have given him the Invisibility Cloak," he murmured.

Draco stilled his hand in shock. "What?" he exclaimed. "I never got to try it!"

"Maybe he'll share."

"Potter! That's not fair! You know he won't."

"He'll share with Scorp and Scorp will share with you. No big deal."

"That's favoritism," Draco scowled. "I resent that."

"On my part or his?" Harry teased.

"He's learnt it from you! You two are practically the same person."

"Good. Teddy is like me and Scorpius is like you. One small happy family." Harry winked at Draco. "And you really aren't doing much considering that speech about how the children aren't home and all."

"You keep ruining the mood," Draco tsked. "Stop talking."

"Alright."

"In fact, just lie there and do nothing."

"If you say so," Harry grinned.

"Good," Draco groused under his breath. "At least you've started listening to me now."

"You have trained me well, Mr. Malfoy."

"Ugh. Just… shut up, Potter. You're disgusting."

An hour later…

Harry rested his head on his curled arm as he watched Draco, who sat on the edge of the couch, pull on a shirt. He clicked his tongue in a disgruntled fashion the whole time too to show how he felt about Draco's weekend working schedule. Draco finally acknowledged Harry's wordless complaints by glancing at him with an arched brow.

Harry sighed loudly and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist. "Don't go," he said. "I want you to stay."

"Ah, of course. I'll just call up work and let them know that Harry Potter wishes me to stay home today," Draco drawled.

"They'd let you."

He scratched his chin in thought. "Yeah. They probably would," he seceded.

Harry smiled to himself and hid his face against Draco's side so he wouldn't see that smile and get mad. "I could get used to you, Malfoy," he mumbled.

"Good to know." Draco wove his fingers through Harry's hair absently. "What do you want to make for dinner? Need me to get anything?"

"Nah. I'll grab stuff if I need to. You just hurry off to work and hurry back."

Draco laughed. "We've got five months," he reminded Harry.

"That's a long honeymoon, huh?"

Draco traced the shell of Harry's ear and mouthed 'honeymoon' to himself before grinning. He couldn't have heard wrong. "Did you just say 'honeymoon'?" he wanted to make sure.

Harry pursed his lips. "No," he mumbled. "That would have been embarrassing."

"Very embarrassing."

"So I didn't say it."

Draco moved his hand under Harry's chin and made him look up. "Feel like marrying me?" he smirked.

"You wish," Harry scoffed.

"It'd be simple," Draco continued, leaning into Harry and making him lie down on the couch again. His hand was splayed on Harry's chest, holding him still. "Feel like it now?"

"Never."

"Five years with me is plenty."

"Plenty," Harry echoed.

"What's five more, huh?"

"Hmm," Harry chuckled as he arched up to kiss Draco. "Go to work. See if I care," he whispered.

"You won't care?"

"Nope."

"You know… sometimes I love you so much it literally hurts."

Harry scowled at Draco's falsely placating smile and proceeded to kick him off the sofa. "I said go away," he huffed. He curled up on the cushions, taking up all the room and pulled the thin sheet up to his shoulder. "I'm going to take a nap." He closed his eyes purposefully.

Draco shook his head in amusement as he shuffled out of there to have a quick shower before work. He wasn't just teasing Harry. Sometimes it really did hurt. Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw Harry sleeping soundly next to him, his chest ached and his stomach churned. Sometimes, when Harry pressed up close to him just right, his head pounded and he would become breathless. Potter would be the death of him, he just knew it. He couldn't help thinking that he had somehow tricked Potter; that he had used Scorpius to somehow trick Potter.

He was feeling a bit insecure now that the young boy was gone. Now Harry won't be sharing his time, he'd be spending all his extra time with Draco instead of Scorpius. What could that lead to? What if he didn't like Draco afterwards? What if…

Draco shook his head as he got into the shower. He was starting to sound like Astoria.

"What's going to happen when Scorpius goes to Hogwarts?" she argued heatedly. "What's going to happen to both of you? What? You'll realize that all you have in common is Scorpius and then what?"

"That's not all we have in common," he muttered under his breath.

"He's taken by how you are with Scorp, that's all. He hates your guts, Draco! He always has and always will. You two are just… too different. And when it's just the two of you, it won't work. When there's no one else between you, it won't work." She pressed her cold hand against his. "You'll get hurt, Draco. And if you hurt Scorpius, I'll…" She stopped herself.

"Harry isn't like you…"

"You don't know that."

"I do know that. Even if I don't know anything else, I know this. I know that if something goes wrong, he'll work to fix it. He won't hurt Scorpius. He couldn't. If anything, we'll just end up hurting him. Okay?"

"Why are you making this hard for yourself?"

"I… I don't know."

So he just had to work at it with Harry. That's all. It would be easy work and everything would be fine. He'd show Astoria. He'd show everyone. Even if he had tricked Harry into loving him, he could keep on tricking him. It would be easy work.

When he came downstairs again, he could hear sizzling sounds in the kitchen and smell hard spices that made his nose tingle. Harry was cooking lunch. He was doing up his tie when he walked into the kitchen.

Harry glanced up at him with a faint smile that faded quite quickly as his eyes widened. Draco paused and frowned in confusion. Harry snapped his head forward and glared at the saucepan diligently. "Um…" Draco mumbled as he inspected himself. Nothing seemed amiss. He looked at the back of Harry's head again. Understanding dawned on him just a second later when he caught the man's bright red ears.

He had a thing for suits.

Harry kept stirring the onions in the pan, forcing himself not to look back again. This was rather mortifying, this weakness of his. The worst part was that Draco wore a suit nearly every single day for work. How was that fair?

He jumped in fright when arms snaked around his waist. He felt Draco's breath against his neck. "I-I'm cooking, Draco," Harry mumbled.

"I see that," Draco said. "And what are you blushing for?"

"I'm not."

"You are. See?" He brushed his fingers against Harry's cheek.

"Don't make fun of me."

Draco sighed loudly as he hugged Harry close. "I won't," he replied. He titled his head down and kissed Harry's neck. "I won't make fun of you. But… did you just get hard?"

Harry spun around, using his elbow to try and catch Draco's ribs. But Draco was faster. His fingers wrapped around Harry's wrist, yanking his arm away. Harry gasped in pain as he ended up standing chest-to-chest with Draco, his hands restrained behind his back, making him arch up to lessen the discomfort. "Let me go, Malfoy," he hissed.

"Why?" Draco asked before stealing a kiss. "The kids aren't home. I can do whatever I want." He twisted Harry's arm, causing him to go up on his toes reflexively. "I can look good if I want. And you can stare at me for as long as you'd like to."

"Stop trying to prove your point," Harry scowled.

"What point?" Draco murmured as he loosened his hold on Harry. "It's our honeymoon, isn't it?"

Harry's eyes flitted across Draco's face. He didn't know what was happening anymore. "That's-I-Wh-what?" he stammered, turning bright red again.

"It's the first time we've been alone."

"So?"

"So…" Draco nuzzled Harry. "Stare at me as much as you want, okay? I don't mind."

"Draco," Harry groaned. "Don't say things like that."

"I mean it."

"It's embarrassing."

"I know."

"You're stupid."

"I know… Your food's burning."

Harry swore as he spun around and grabbed his wand off the counter to put the fire out. He was turned around again and kissed passionately by Draco who made his back arch and lose his breath. Harry staggered back in a daze as soon as he was let go. What was happening?

"Got to go," Draco winked. "See you in a bit, Potter."

"I-I um… I-Y-yeah," he stammered. "Bye." He stared at the swinging door for a beat. Then he whipped around and dropped his head in his hands, scrunching his eyes shut. "Damn it, Malfoy…" He allowed himself to smile in mortification behind his palms. "You're so stupid."

Fin

A/N: And that's that! Wow! Thank you for being awesome and hanging in there with me through this story! Your reviews really do push me along. I'm so glad you enjoyed the story :D You guys are the reason I write, after all!