Scorpius is taking any opportunity to talk, and his mouth is moving a mile a minute.
His parents had passed around the twins before finally getting them to sleep and getting the Dursleys to follow them into the nursery to lay the girls down.
"You don't look like your Dads," Ava says boldly talking to Teddy. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me," he says. Scorpius snorts and he shoves him playfully. "My parents died in the war and Pops adopted me."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I was barely a year old." He shrugged, picking at his ear awkwardly.
"So is your hair really blue?"
"Uh, I guess?" he says more like a question.
"Hair isn't supposed to grow in blue," she says matter-of-factly, but nods thoughtfully nonetheless. Scorpius laughs again before they're all called downstairs.
They walk into a discussion between Draco and Vivian on the different cauldron types. He is explaining why it's best to have more than one kind even if the list only specifically calls for pewter while Harry and Dudley look on. The rounder man is shifting from foot to foot and looking around the room a bit uncomfortably.
"I uh- I didn't know you were such a big deal here. I had only called you brave because I remember you saving me..." he whispers. "But Viv says you fought a war. She says you-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Draco starts, "Potter saved the world, but could he stop bragging long enough to ask the elves to make dinner? That'd be a real talent."
Harry smiles self deprecatingly, but he agrees to talk to the elves all the same.
"Wouldn't it be quicker for you to just cook something," Dudley asks confused and Draco scoffs out a laugh.
"Potter can't cook."
"Well, sure he can. He used to cook for us all the time."
"He what?" Draco said with narrowed eyes.
"We didn't have takeout every night," Teddy admits as well and Harry turns to him playfully shocked.
"Can I trust no one?" Harry says dramatically.
"I was thinking the same thing," Draco says with his hands on his hips. "Potter, you can cook?"
"If you mean cook so far as in am I able to make a few select meals...then yes. If you mean cooking like what you and Molly do, then absolutely not."
"Of course not like what I do! Mother was trained by French chefs and I learned from her. I wouldn't expect you to know how to professionally prepare fine French cuisine, but bloody hell- and you've had me fooled this entire time." He took long strides over and wrapped Harry into a hug. "That was so Slytherin of you I could almost cry."
"I hate you. I hate you so much."
When the paler man finally let go of him, he placed a huge kiss on his cheek causing the blood to rush to Harry's cheeks.
"Am I missing something?" Dudley asked confused from beside them.
"Pa said he couldn't cook," Scorpius says. "So he never has to make dinner."
"Whoops," Vivian says through a laugh. "Then I apologize on my husband's account."
Harry smiles with a shrug because she's been so tense since they've been here and he's glad she is finally relaxing. He looks over to his husband who is staring at him with a sappy fondness and he decides he doesn't mind Draco knowing. It was about time anyway.
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Everyone is sitting at the table laughing and talking around mouthfuls of Harry's homemade curry when the floo starts ringing.
Teddy jumps up to answer it with a smile, thinking it was Elle, but when he comes back with a more somber expression Draco sees his face and pauses.
"Uh, Scorp...you have a visitor."
When Teddy moves away from the door of the closest sitting room, Nick is standing there looking guilty and nervous. He looks up and it's almost apparent that Teddy had sent a few stinging hexes at him when he had first come through.
"Professors, I'm sorry for- uh- barging in, but I'm not here for Scorpius. I was wondering if Nat and I could stay here for a while."
Draco is still looking at him when it dawns on him that those aren't stinging hex scars and that he also has bruises on his arm and whatever happened, Teddy was not a part of it. Harry is up before the blonde has even finished processing it.
"Where's your sister?" Draco asks from the table.
"Home."
"Where did you floo from?" Harry says trying to rein in his temper.
"Home." The boy is looking down and Harry is biting down on his tongue.
"Potter," Draco warns through gritted teeth, back at the table, where the air is so thick with Harry's magic, it's hard to breathe. "Calm down."
"I am calm."
"Oh, of course," Draco says sarcastically. "I can tell."
"Make yourself at home, Nick," Harry says before heading into the sitting room and dissppearing through the floo.
"Pipa," Draco said, calling a house elf. "Bring a couple more chairs and plates to the table. We have a larger party tonight."
It wasn't long before the table had extended a few more inches allowing extra seating for the ravenclaw siblings, though only one of them were there.
"Nick," Scorpius says, his eyes moving quickly between the boys blue ones. "A-are you alright?"
"Yeah," the older boy responds meekly, but he isn't looking at Scorpius anymore. he is staring at the table and plucking at the table cloth.
The sudden pull and pop of apparation has them all snapping their heads up only to see an angry Harry Potter, hair blown back from his scar, which always looked a bit brighter on his warm brown skin after he used magic as if it were connected right to his magic core. As if it were glowing. His glasses were skewed and his wand was gripped tightly in his hand as if he had to force himself to use it, force his magic to be controlled. His other arm was wrapped around Natalie who was crying and shivering and looked to be in awe, but was no more worse for wear than that.
Nick jumped from the table and ran to give his sister a hug.
"Potter," said Draco, trying not to openly ogle his own husband. He would have rushed over to see if he were okay, but the table was hiding his raging hard-on and showing that to ones' guests would be bad manners. "You could learn to use the door like normal people."
Harry's eyes, which had been somewhat glazed over cleared when he heard Draco's voice and he gave a self-deprecating smile. It was one of the reasons he loved the blonde. He had a way of knocking Harry back into being himself in a way no one else could.
"I'll try to remember that," the darker man responds before walking across the room and taking the seat next to his husband, neither of them taking notice of the Dursleys who looked a mix of scared and amazed.
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