A few years later
Scorpius was attending his fourth year at Hogwarts on September the first. Meanwhile, over the holidays, he had to watch his dad be romantic to another man. He had started to feel jealous and angry about Potter living with them and his dad and him going out, for many purposes; Draco hardly payed attemtion to his son or showed he loved and cared to him anymore, and it was as if he had just replaced their mother with Harry.
And because him and Albus Longbottom were dating, until he found Albus cheating on him which lead him to feel bitter towards the feeling of love itself.
The two other men didn't need to know that, no, not yet and hopefully not ever.
"Honey, get the jam, please." He heard his dad call in the kitchen, and turned around to look.
"Aren't I already sweet enough?" Harry joked, causing Draco's son to roll his eyes.
"Clearly not." He snapped.
They both raised their eyebrows at him.
"Scorpius-" He tried warning but was rudely interupted-
"You aren't my mother! Or father!" He hissed, "So stop acting like one. Do me that favour, yeah?"
"Harry, I-"
"It's okay. He's right." Potter mumbled, "What do you want on your toast, Scorpius?"
He was polite when speaking to the fourteen year old. It wasn't his child. He knew that. He just thought that he was becoming like a father to the boy, but was clearly wrong.
Malfoy simply ignored him.
"Scorps? I asked you a question-"
"Then find an answer."
Draco frowned.
"Scorpius Malfoy, go wait in your bedroom. I need to talk to you about you speaking back-"
"What a fun time!" He grumbled sarcastically, "As great as that sounds, father, I have somebody to meet in a few hours."
He stood up, about to leave when-
"Scorpius, you are going nowhere! Get up in your room! I'm the dad!"
"And where's my mum, dad?! Six feet under, isn't she? Didn't stop you from getting a new boyfriend!"
The blond child left, stomping up to his room and slamming the door.
"Harry, I'm sorry. He just really loves his mum, and I guess I was being selfish-"
"It's alright, Draco." He smiled, playfully rolling his eyes but just by looking at him, it was clear to see he was on the verge of tears, "He has a point. I am not his parent. Perhaps I should stop acting like one."
"Babe, we've been dating for like six years now. I thought he was used to you doing that-"
"I have no right to do it, Draco. I am not his parent." He repeated, "I'm just going to go out, yeah? I'll be back soon."
"No, Harry, please-"
"He doesn't like me! And he wont. I wouldn't have liked another man being with my dad if my mother had died and I'd gotten a proper chance to meet them both. Let it go, Draco. I'll be fine. Let me just-"
"Not right now, Potter. You need to stay with me-"
"I can see why he's so upset!" He sighed, rubbing his temples, "I think I know why, anyway. Everytime he tries to have a father and son talk, you bring me into it. You have to be around me constantly. I love that, don't get me wrong, but he's probably feeling left out. You're all he had after his mother passed and I bet he feels as if he doesn't even have you anymore."
The blond frowned and hugged the other man.
"I know, I try to make things good for him but it's hard. I miss him being around all the time. I miss making memories with him without him feeling the need to judge me. I hate how I'm a bad father to him, but I want him to see."
"See what?"
"Why I love you. I want him to love you for all the reasons I do, except in a father-to-son way. I still love his mum and respect her, but I've fallen in love with you. You make me happy now. He just doesn't understand-"
"He's a child, Draco. A fucking fourteen year old would understand. He does. But when was the last time you took him to his mothers grave? When was the last time you told him stories about you and his mum? When was the last time you kissed your child and told him that you loved him? You already know this, Mal, but by the time you reach teenage years, the worst thing to stress about isn't the monster under your bed anymore. It's your own head. Just please ask your son whether he's okay! Check on him. Make sure he always comes before me, okay? Make sure he's physically and mentally alright, ask him if anything is troubling him. Have a fatherly conversation with him. Before I stepped in and ruined your lives and home, you were his best friend. He probably feels so lonely. I would go myself if I was his father."
"But you're not. You seem to want to get it through my head. If you don't want to be his father, then you don't have to be. If you don't want to be classed as my lover, then fine. Hell, this is what I get for trying to show the man I love that I care aswell as my son. I love that child with all of my heart, and I'd trade this whole fucking house just to make sure he has a meal infront of him everyday! You walked into my life and supported us. I fell in love with you, and you saw how devastated I was when he left for Hogwarts, Potter! But you became my best friend. You kept me alive! And now he's back, I'm thrilled just like every year, but I will not tolerate such disrespect in my household! He's a teenager, he should know to respect his parents!"
"Do you have any idea what he's probably going through, alone, at that big ass school? Maybe he needs a man to speak to, but clearly that male isn't me. He's a teenager. He's going to have mood swings. Stop being so harsh on him, Mal."
"Harsh?! I'm not harsh!"
"Calm down. I'm sorry for sounding rude to you, but you know your son needs you. I'm sick of pretending as if I belong here. He doesn't want me here. No, I'm not leaving and I will continue to love and support you both, even if I don't recieve the same back. Just go and speak to him."
He frowned.
"When will you be back?"
"Not long. I'm just going to visit the old graveyard."
"You do it everyday. What do you do there?" He questioned.
"Tell your passed wife how you and Scorpius are getting on, and tell my parents, Sirius and Remus how I'm getting on, too."
"Wait- you visit Astoria's grave?"
"Of course I do. She likes roses, right? White and red? Because I'm afraid I've been piling some up for her beside her grave." He began to bite his nails nervously.
"Aw, no, she loves them, dear. Thank you." He grinned, taking away the othes hand.
"It's alright. You should see her grave. I made it all so pretty! I was planning to take Scorpius there tomorrow but it seems as though he really wouldn't want that-"
"I'll talk to him. I'm sure he'll love the idea of seeing his mother."
"He wouldn't, not with me tagging along."
"After he sees what you went through and done to it, he'll love you."
"I hope so. Go talk to him, then. He's probably rotting up there waiting."
~
Scorpius gasped at those words, before gracefully, and quite quickly, making his way back into his room as if he hadn't heard the whole conversation. Perhaps Mr Potter wasn't too bad afterall.
All he can remember is growing up around his mother, and then meeting this man and watching his father fall in love. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him cheerful to see his dad happy. Harry was also used for Scorpius and Draco to have someone who would buy them whatever and cuddle them and watch scary movies with them both and, well, introduce them to muggle stuff.
As Draco entered, he stopped him.
"Can you tell Harry to wait up?"
Confused, he called down the stairs-
"Baby, wait! Scorpius wants you!"
"Alright," they heard back, "I'll be making tea."
"Anyway, we have to talk-"
"I heard it all, dad. I know you try to be amazing for me and I know... I know Mr Potter does, too. But you need to understand, what with school work, getting homework done, making sure to not get expelled, my recent breakup and trying to make friends aswell as see you and Harry and make sure you're both alive, puts me under a lot of stress."
"I understand. I was fourteen, too. But try to relax- Wait, what breakup?"
"B-breakup? Me and the school, of course-"
"Have you been having relationships behind my back?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Fine. I dated this guy, what's his face, Albus Longbottom? He cheated on me. There. Coming clean, finally." He breathed a sigh of relief.
"He did what?! To my son?! Longbottom? I'll hex him-"
"He's a fourteen year old, dad. Please don't. You'll probably end up in Azkaban."
"How long were you dating?" He asked softly.
"Since second year. Two years and then I caught him cheating on me with that Lovegood girl. Turns out he had been seeing her for a year," His voice was emotionless, face blank and fingertips numb, "See? You see why I hate love? Why it never lasts forever? People begin to hate you for all the things they loved you for... he loved my confidence when we got together... When we broke up, he said it had begun to irritate him and he needed an escape. Well, don't blame him. Who could love me?"
"No, Scorpius. I love you. Me and Harry absoloutely adore you! He clearly wasn't the right one. Love... Love can last forever. Usually people just fall in love with the theories of love. I believed that it didn't last. I believed it was a load of crap, falling in love with someone and letting them destory you. But I met your mother. She made me so happy that I forgot about my old heartbreak. All that mattered then was me and her," He chuckled weakly at the memory, "But when she passed... Hell, the tears wouldn't stop. She destroyed me. I felt all the bad in life come knocking me backwards, and again, I stopped believing in love, although I had felt it myself. But, you know what kept me going?" He stared down at his son, who had a few tears dripping down his cheeks but obviously denied the approval of full on crying infront of his father, "You. The little blessing she left for me. I traded a lot of things to keep you healthy. Days when I couldn't afford to buy two meals, I'd buy one large one and watch you eat it. Seeing your happiness is all I needed. When you had no blanket at night in the freezing cold, I'd wrap you up in the warmest and only blanket we had, just to make sure you didn't catch a cold. Funny little life, we had.
"But then I met Harry. Oh, he was such a good man. He brought you food, spoiled you... All the things I could never do. He was more of a father to you than I ever was. That's why I cherish him now. He looked after my life source. He looked after you and loved you. Which is why he's always so upset to see you grow up, just like I am. He's upset to see you talk so badly about him, because he only talks highly of you. He made me believe in love again. I know it's hard to accept, and I do still respect and love your mother, but when she died, I felt dead too. But when Potter came, he managed to cheer me up like only you had a way of doing. This is why I love him. He puts up with my moods and yelling; he has done since we were little and at Hogwarts ourselves, despite our fights and duels. We just happened to fall in love this time, and I know it's probably disgusting to watch your dad kiss somebody who isn't your other parent, but I just want you to know that you shouldn't give up on love. Somebody will come along and love all the little things about you. They'll love everything. It is a scary thought, though, isn't it? Your significant other stopping themselves from loving you because they realise all the flaws we hold; the insecurities that they've always covered up as beautiful in the past. It's terrifying. But Scorpius, being confident is nothing to be ashamed of. And that Albus longarse-"
"Bottom." He corrected, wiping his tears and supressing a small laugh.
"Bottom, sorry, is just playing himself. Who on earth would want to lose somebody as precious as you? Not me. I went to school with somebody called Neville Longbottom. Softie, really. Harmless and seemed careful and loving. He was always a nervous wreck though, mainly because the teachers picked on him a lot... As did myself, unfortunately, and I regret it. So Albus Longbottom can't be too good. Next time you see him, just look at him in disgust and say: 'You look like you need me back already. Has the world been too tough on you? Some of us can take it,' and then leave."
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Draco smiled as his boy hugged him, crying, "I love you too."
"You don't understand. You've always made sure I had what I needed and I thank you for that."
"Hey, I'll always do that for you. You kept me alive. Do me one favour and apologise to him, please, Scorps. He loves you too, and I'm not forcing you to love him back. Please just respect him after what he's done for us, my little fluffy."
"But I already love him. He took care of you for me. Don't tell him I cried, please. Fourteen and crying, oh no." He laughed hoarsely.
"He's great at comforting. Much better than me. I'm in my late thirties and still cry, but he doesn't care. You know why? Because he does too. And we both comfort each other. Find yourself a love like that, son, and you've hit the gold. And if anything ever troubles you like that again, come find us. Potter can cuddle you whilst I find out who's parents to screw over."
Scorpius burst into laughter, cuddling his dad.
"Alright, son. I love you. Promise me you'll owl a lot more often when you're back at fourth year and try to relax a little? Stressing too much for your little self isn't good."
"Promise, dad."
They pinky promised and Draco let a tear slip.
"Good boy." He patted his back and kissed his cheek, "I think Harry will be waiting."
"Can I clear my face first?"
"Take all the time you need. He won't mind if you've been crying, and if you ever feel like crying and I'm at work, just tell Harry. He'd be home and he'll get you ice cream and everything. He's a good man like that."
Scorpius nodded, deciding it was getting late and that he was better off leaving his face as it was. He walked downstairs with red, puffy eyes and Potter gasped.
"Scorpius, are you alright? Do you need some food or anything? Why are you crying? I hear the cookies and cream ice cream I brought for you is really tasty, so if you need it-"
"I'm fine, dad. Just a little emotional-"
He was cut off by loud sobs. He looked up in shock as the black haired man and his original father began crying.
"Dad? He called me dad! Take a picture, Draco!" The man called. There was a flash and Scorpius had to blink a few times to regain his precious sight.
"Erm, guys?"
"Sorry, as you were saying? I tend to get a bit excited at times." He blushed.
The blond teenager laughed, shook his head and wrapped his arms around the older mans waist, where he could reach.
"It's alright. I was just talking to father about things. Can we go see mother, now, dad?"
The two fathers both exchanged glances.
"That's confusing. Who's which dad?" Draco asked his son.
"I'll call you father, and Harry dad."
"That makes sense. Let's go, then, little one."
~
On the way there, (they walked, it wasn't far), Scorpius explained the whole conversation to his new 'dad', who cried so much he had to take his glasses off and wipe away stray tears incase he walked into something.
"He really did all of that for me when I was little?"
"I told you. He loves you and would walk through hell to know that you're alive. And that Abus Longbutt can go screw himself."
They looked like a proper father and son as the teenager began to laugh.
"I don't want to leave to go back to Hogwarts and see Albus."
"You need education," He stated gently, "And it will be hard to see his face around. But you can always owl us, and Mcgonagall is a badass when you need her to be, so if he does anything just tell her or Hagrid. Hagrid can knock someone clean out by accident and feel guilty about it, so try not to make him cry. Anyway, when you're around Albus, act like it doesn't affect you to see him. Make sure you look good around him, not hard to do considering you take after your father."
A giggle came from the boy, making Potter smile and carry on.
"But whatever happens, dont take him back. Ignore him. Anything he gave you, burn or give away. You don't need that kind of negativity."
"Thank you, Harry." He mumbled.
"No problem-"
"Y-you did this?!" They arrived at the graveyard and the boy was crouching before his mothers grave, gasping in awe at the pretty flowers that lay around the grave. There were notes taped to the grave, each with one word on.
Pretty♡
Amazing☆
Loved♡
Missed☆
Mother♡
Caring☆
Wife♡
"I thought you'd like it. Wait, do you? I wanted the notes to remind her how amazing she was." He bit his nails nervously. Scorpius gently pulled the others mans hand away from his mouth.
"I think it's beautiful. Thank you. Has father saw it, yet?"
"No. I want to show him soon, but I wanted you to see first."
"It's perfect. Can I have a moment alone, with her, please, dad?"
"Yeah. I've got to go visit my parents, godfather and pratical uncle anyway so I'll be just over there. Call me if you need me."
He left and bowed down infront of the four familiar graves he'd saw way too many times to keep track of.
"He's accepted me. Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's son. The love of my life's child calls me dad, and I'm truly honoured."