A/N: Hi! So I missed you guys tons and I thought I'd write you a teeny bonus chapter with our boys. It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it!

Draco and Harry leapt to their feet and screamed along with the crowd as the chasers for the Tornadoes rocketed down the pitch, dodging the Cannons' chasers and a well-aimed bludger. Draco could see Potter out of the corner of his eye, jumping up and down like a fool, his beer slopping out of the plastic cup as he screamed at the top of his idiot lungs, "COME ON, RON! BLOCK IT!"

The noise level rose as the players neared the hoops with a collective "ooooooooOOOOOOOHHHH-AAAAH!" from the fans as the play culminated in a spectacular save by Weasley, who at some point since they left school decided that he could actually play Quidditch well. Draco gave in and cheered for Weaselbee. The Cannons weren't playing against his favorite team, the Falcons; he may as well cheer for someone he knew. Struck by sudden inspiration, and spurred on by several alcoholic beverages, Draco punched Potter in the arm to get his attention.

"The fuck?" Harry turned, still grinning as he rubbed his arm and downed the remnants of his spilled beer.

"Are you ready, Potter?"

"Ready for what?" He yelled back over the screams of the crowd.

Draco smirked and thrust his wand in the air. Large golden letters spilled out, large enough that the entire home-team side of the stadium could read the words. Potter laughed and began singing with him immediately; there was apparently a large number of former classmates in attendance because by the second line the song was very audible.

WEASLEY IS OUR KING!
HE NEVER LEAVES A SINGLE RING!
THAT'S WHY THE CANNONS ALL SING;
WEASLEY IS OUR KING!

WEASLEY IS OUR KING!
WEASLEY IS OUR KING!
WEASLEY CAN SAVE ANYTHING;
WEASLEY IS OUR KING!

Draco lost his breath laughing as the crowd picked up the simple melody and sang it every time Weasley made even a decent save for the rest of the game. On their way out of the stadium he elbowed Potter, and hoarsely instructed "Don't tell him I started that song. Wait- do tell. That'll make up for my making the twatty version in school."

Potter laughed, "Yeah, starting it at a pro game and having the entire crowd pick it up… definitely balances your previous twattiness."

"Twattiness? That's not a word, you prat."

"It is now."

"Whatever. Are we waiting for Weasley then?" Draco asked, pondering their options up and down the street. He wasn't ready to go home yet.

"Nah… coach said they couldn't go out tonight, they've got another game tomorrow."

"What do you want to do then, it's only half nine." Potter shrugged and the two men allowed themselves to be swept along with the crowd while they decided. "Let's find something to eat." Potter nodded in agreement and they began scanning the storefronts for somewhere that looked good as the crowd thinned as wizards steadily Disapparated to other locations.

Draco's attention was suddenly captured by a blond in front of them who was wearing what had to be the shortest shorts that Draco had ever seen. She had to have some of the longest legs he'd ever seen as well. He elbowed Potter and nodded his head at the woman. Potter's eyebrows rose to his hairline as he watched the sway of the woman's hips as they walked along. "Bloody hell."

Draco laughed and shoved him through a doorway into a pub. "You'd better quit looking or your wife will know you checked out another woman.

"Shite, you're right." Potter laughed as they slid into an available booth and picked up menus. "I'd better drink til I forget then."

"Sounds good to me." They were quiet for a couple moments as they each decided what to eat.

"I wonder if our wives are worried what we're getting up to." Potter asked with a chuckle.

"I dunno… as long as we don't get arrested it can't be much worse than last time…"

"Not looking for another tattoo then, Malfoy?" Harry asked with a laugh after the waitress had taken their orders.

"I dunno…" He trailed a finger down the black bird on his forearm. "I saw a bloke with his whole arm done," He gestured from his shoulder to his wrist. "It was wicked."

"Wouldn't Hermione have your head on a pike for that?"

"Nah… she likes it." He smirked... he was pretty sure she had a secret thing for tattoos.

Potter stared at him a moment then looked around for the waitress with a wicked gleam in his eye. "We're going to need more beer."

::Two hours later::

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" breath "huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…." Draco grit his teeth against the sound and feel of the needle rapidly puncturing the skin of his left arm.

"Oh, come on Malfoy. You didn't whinge near this much last time."

"Really? This fucking hurts!" He peered down at the lurid green ink and grinned. "It's going to be wicked though." Potter settled into the seat at the station next to where Draco was sitting, obviously enjoying his pain. "Are you going to puss out again or are you going to get that phoenix that you stared at for an hour?"

Harry scratched his chin. "Well, it'd be really late if I waited for my turn… I don't want to listen to you bitch about being tired."

"Danny's got time, had one cancel." The man working on Draco's arm spoke up with a smirk.

"Oh-ho! Let's get Danny then!" Draco said, laughing at Potter's uncertain expression. "Unless you're scared, Potter?" Harry didn't answer. "I always said he wasn't as tough as me. Here I am on the second one and he's never grown a pair big enough to get the first one done!" He said in an aside to the artist who chuckled. "His wife would skin him alive anyway… keeps his bollocks in her handbag that one."

"Fuck you, Malfoy. Which one's Danny?" Draco felt a surge of victory as Potter got up and marched up to the counter, obviously asking for Danny.

The tattoo artist, Mikey, straightened up and watched Harry walk away while he reached for more ink. "He's not really giving in to peer pressure is he? Cause that's a pretty lame reason to get a tat."

"Nah, he wants it. He's just go to work himself up to it. He stared at that same poster when we were here when I got the thunderbird." Draco vaguely remembered that from the last excursion. "And I have to harass him. That's just what we do."

"Gotcha, you're those guys." Mikey smiled as he concentrated on the details of Draco's new art.

"Yeah." Draco craned his neck while trying to hold his shoulder still. "This is gonna be brilliant." He was very excited about this one… he was much closer to sober this time around. Didn't take much though really.

"Yeah, the scales'll be ace." Draco decided to leave Mikey alone so he could concentrate and watched in amusement as Potter and Danny pointed and gestured at the poster featuring several versions of phoenixes and then to Potter's right shoulder blade. It was amazing that even though muggles didn't think they were real they managed to draw them very well. There must be a wizard in this shop…

Draco's was nearly halfway done by the time Potter's got started. "Oh, shit. This does hurt." Draco laughed when Potter hissed out a breath. "It hurts like a son of a bitch."

"Quit your whinging, Potter." Draco threw his word back at him.

Potter glared. "Well you're lucky that you've put on a stone or two the last few years, that would have looked ridiculous on those twigs you used to call arms."

Draco gasped in outrage. Granted Potter had a point. Once life had settled down Draco had started to go the fat and happy route… but managed to curb it before he got mushy. He was still lean, but he definitely wasn't as thin as he'd been when he was younger. "Whatever, I know you like looking at me without a shirt on." Potter blanched. "I'm surprised you're so open about it though."

"In your dreams, Malfoy."

"Nightmares more like."

"Even the outline looks awesome." Potter muttered, craning his neck and completely ignoring Draco.

"You know what doesn't look awesome?" Potter turned back to him with an eyebrow raised. "The sight of you trying to look at your own back." Potter glared and faced forward again. "Going to try to lick your elbow now?" Draco asked then laughed out loud when Harry flipped him the two-finger salute.

It took another two hours to finish Harry's tattoo and then another half hour for a couple celebratory shots before they managed to make it back to the Malfoy house. The wives were having a girls' night and all the kids were at one of their grandparents' houses.

"Shit, I told Ginny I'd be home hours ago." Harry looked anxiously at his watch as they came up the front walk. "I'm coming home drunk with a tattoo. Oh shit this was a horrible idea. I'm so blaming you. Shit."

Draco chuckled. "They knew we'd be late, chill out." Despite his brave words they hesitated before opening the door.

"Tell my kids I love them?" Harry asked, only slightly joking as he followed Draco through the door.

The sound of feminine giggles met their ears and that was a hopeful sound. Perhaps they'd had too much wine to realize how late their husbands were…

The sounds of greeting were cut off abruptly when the women got good looks at the men. Ginny and Hermione both were frozen, staring. He glanced down at himself and then over to Potter. Oh.

Draco was down to his undershirt, with the left sleeve rolled up to his shoulder to avoid brushing the tender skin of his new tattoo. Potter was also down to his undershirt with visible plastic stuff poking out of the back of the collar.

"Harry James Potter…" Ginny started and was interrupted by Hermione shouting at Draco.

"AGAIN?"

Draco decided to jump in with both feet, he was mostly sober… okay, partially sober, this time so it was better than before. He'd actually done this one on purpose. "Hermione, love! Come look at it, it's sweet."

She narrowed her eyes, apparently surprised at his clear speech. He turned so she could see his upper arm and bicep where the new tattoo was proudly residing. "Oh." She came closer and studied it. "Wow. It actually looks like scales!" She giggled and set her mostly empty wineglass down.

"I know, right? Dude did an awesome job." He smirked at Potter as Hermione traced her finger across it. He was very happy with it, if he did say so himself. It looked like he'd brushed against something and a layer of dry skin peeled to reveal vibrant green snake skin beneath. The artistry was impressive.

"Ginny! You look beautiful, did you cut your hair?" Potter asked and Draco and Hermione both stifled smiles as they turned to watch Harry's attempts at diversionary tactics. "I love you?"

Suddenly Ginny giggle and surprised everyone. "Please tell me it's a hippogriff."

A/N: On a side note: I started a new story! Yay! It's focusing on Sirius, whom I love, and his relationship with Harry. In a godfather/godson way... the stories where they're together gross me out... he's like his dad for crying out loud! Anyways, the premise of the story is simple: what would've happened if Sirius had gone to Dumbledore and professed his innocence when he broke out of Azkaban instead of being all stalkery. Seems like a much better idea to me.

I'm debating with my sister on who to pair Sirius with as the story progresses. She insists I make up an entirely new character and forbids him being with Rosmerta or Remus, which I tossed out as ideas. I might just let him stay single and flirt with whomever he pleases. Opinions/suggestions?

Can you tell I missed you guys? I'm just rambling on…