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I got a request on ig (_.inpizzawecrust._) for a wolfstar raising Harry and meeting Draco for the first time after they start dating. enjoy!

“Harry, why can’t I meet them?” Draco softly asked one night, his long fingers slowly threading through Harry’s black hair as his head was comfortably rested on Draco’s bare chest.

“Meet who?” Harry sleepily said into Draco’s chest. His eyes had already started to droop and he had stopped gently tracing over the scars on his boyfriend’s chest long ago. Just as his eyes were about to fully close, the blonde softly spoke.

“Your fathers.”

“My dad’s dead—”

“I know that,” Draco quickly cut him off, his hand continuing to card Harry’s hair as he continued. “I meant Sirius and Remus.”

Harry’s eyes shot open and his heart quickly began to race. Though they had been dating for just over a year, the thought of Harry introducing Draco Malfoy as his boyfriend to his Godfathers, the men who raised him, almost always caused a wave panic to wash over him. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be with Draco, he was proud to walk down a street with the blonde at his side. It was that he didn’t know how his Godfathers would feel about the situation. Draco’s pureblood upbringing was everything Sirius hated about himself. Draco’s father was one of the first people to demand ask that Remus be fired once he was outed as a werewolf. Neither of those facts even mentioned Draco being a former Death Eater, which had been something that took Harry’s friends almost a year to come around to.

“Why do you want to meet them?” Harry asked as he pushed himself up to properly meet Draco’s eyes.

“Because they’re your family?” Draco furrowed his brows. “Harry, it’s the thing you do when you date someone—”

“But you already know them—”

“As my cousin and my former professor!”

“I haven’t met your parents—”

“Fine, we’ll go to Azkaban tomorrow if you really insist,” Draco rolled his eyes with a smirk toying on his lips. He stared into Harry’s green eyes which only brought a rumbling to Harry’s chest. Those blue eyes had a habit of piercing Harry’s soul and he hated it. He hated how vulnerable he felt whenever Draco would scan his face. He hated how Draco always picked up on the small quirks Harry had that made it that much easier to identify what he felt. As the blue eyes softened and the smirk fell, his stomach sunk in anticipation of the upcoming conversation. Draco reached up and brought a hand to Harry’s face and gently stroked his cheek. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Harry let out a nervous sigh as he closed his eyes, but he knew it wouldn’t protect him.

“I-I’ve never brought anyone home to meet them.” He whispered. He wasn’t sure he believed it himself, but as he thought about it, he knew it was true. When he dated Ginny, they were kids and still at Hogwarts. His Godfathers were friends with the Weasley’s so it wasn’t entirely a big thing when Ginny met them as Harry’s parents. It was a simple, ‘Ginny’s my girlfriend’ one night when they were at Headquarters. In the midst of a war, neither of his Godfathers spent longer than a minute on the topic or really even gave it much thought. They broke up shortly after the war had ended, and just like they didn’t give much thought to the start of the relationship, Harry’s uncles/Godfathers/dynamic duo/parents didn’t give much thought to the end of the relationship. He casually dated after Ginny, but nothing was ever serious enough that Harry felt it were necessary to introduce his partners to his parents.

“You’re nearly 30 years old and you’ve never brought someone to meet your parents?” Draco softly repeated, not a hint of humor in his voice.

Harry opened his eyes at the sound of the voice and slowly shook his head, which only made Draco sigh. The blonde gently pulled the raven haired man back to his chest. Draco soothingly rubbed his back and brought his other hand through the black hair, trying to comfort Harry as best as he could.

“I’m sorry for prying. You don’t have to introduce me to them.” Draco whispered in his ear once the nervousness had subsided.

“But—”

“Darling, I’d never force you to do something you don’t want to do and that sentiment extends to meeting your parents.”

Harry closed his eyes and tightly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, who did the same and pressed a kiss to Harry’s head. As he drifted off to sleep, a warm feeling filled his entire body at the thought of being lucky to be with someone so supportive.

~*~

“Do you have work tomorrow?” Harry asked on a Saturday evening as he climbed into bed.

Draco quickly set aside his book and opened his arm to allow Harry to curl up at his side. He gently traced the scars on Draco’s chest, the ones he cursed on him almost 15 years ago, as Draco brought a hand through his hair just like they did every night.

“No, why?” Draco softly replied back.

“Sunday night dinner with the Lupin’s.” Harry yawned and tried to nuzzle himself into Draco’s chest, but the blonde had quickly sat up. Harry sat up as well and turned to face Draco, whose eyes were widened, and a frown quickly formed on Harry’s face. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“You want me to go?” Draco softly asked.

It had been a few months since they had the conversation, but Harry found himself thinking about the topic nearly every day. He couldn’t pinpoint what made that day different than all the others, but the thought of bringing Draco to the quaint cottage he grew up in was no longer as anxiety inducing as it once had been. He reached for his partner’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“I really do.” Harry nodded.

A smile played on Draco’s face as he quickly pulled Harry closer until their lips met. It was a fairly chaste kiss, which was quite the surprise, but as Draco pulled away and stared into his green eyes, Harry knew something was up. The blonde reached over and gently stroked Harry’s cheek, causing Harry’s entire face to heat up from the simple touch.

“I love you too.” Draco whispered.

~*~

The next day was anything but calm much to Harry’s dismay. Though he had been quite fond of the idea of Draco meeting his Godfathers the previous night, the closer it became to dinner, the more Harry wanted to vomit. In fact, the nervousness rolling around in his body had become so intense, he had to grip the doorframe of the living room just before they were about to Floo to the Lupin’s cottage.

He closed his eyes and tried to count backwards from ten to steady himself, but it was too late. The room had already started to spin as the fire inside his chest had grown and spread across his body. He gripped the doorframe harder as it became quite difficult to feel his feet on the floor. As the fire spread throughout his body, engulfing each and every limb, a gentle hand on his shoulder seemed to anchor him far better than the doorframe. He let go of the door and quickly fell into the body behind him, tightly wrapping his arms around the familiar waist. Harry pressed his ear against his lover’s chest and finally, his heartbeat had started to slow.

“I can stay home.” Draco softly whispered before planting a kiss on Harry’s head. “I’ll stay home with the cats, the study needs some cleaning anyway, and by the time you get back, there will be a warm bath drawn for you, alright?”

Harry sighed as he tightened his arms around Draco’s waist. As much as his chest hurt in anticipation of his parents meeting Draco, he didn’t want to let Draco down. He wanted to introduce the blonde to the two people who raised him, but his heart almost always sunk at the thought of never being able to introduce Draco to the woman who once had the same green eyes and sarcasm as Harry and the man whose raven hair and wide grin matched Harry’s. It pained him to think that he’d never be able to introduce Draco to James and Lily, but as he closed his eyes while Draco rubbed circles into his back, Harry’s mind wandered to the two that did raise him.

Though he had parts of Lily and James without ever realizing it, Harry had just as many parts of his Godfathers, Sirius and Remus, who did raise him. He shared the same excitement over music with Sirius and the thrill for learning new things with Remus. He found himself randomly tapping his fingers against random surfaces as though he played piano, despite never learning, simply because he grew up watching Sirius do the same thing for comfort. He would blast music in the kitchen and grin when Draco would come home, pulling the blonde in by the waist to plant a kiss on his lips before twirling the blonde around because that’s how Remus always greeted Sirius when he’d come home. Unlike both of his parents, he wasn’t squeamish around blood having been helping Sirius take care of Remus after full moons for as long as he could remember. He had a soft spot for bugs and always carried them outside because Remus always told Harry as a child that ‘All creatures have feelings. You wouldn’t squash a friend, so don’t squash the insects or creatures.’ Though he was mischievous like James and quick witted like Lily, Harry laughed like Sirius and he loved the world like Remus.

As he finally realized that the two could coexist, that he was still just as much James and Lily’s child as he was Sirius and Remus’, Harry shook his head in his partner’s chest.

“No. I want you to meet them.” Harry softly spoke as he pulled his head from Draco’s neck. “But let me go first and then you can show up in five minutes.”

The blonde nodded and wiped the tears from Harry’s cheeks before softly bringing their lips together. When they broke apart at last, they both quickly cast spells to rid the blotchiness from their faces before making their way to the fireplace. With a quick squeeze from Draco’s hand, Harry grabbed the Floo Powder and was gone before he could overthink the situation again.

He stepped out of the familiar fireplace and smiled at the living room. It was just as he remembered, pictures of the three of them littering the room as well as pictures from their days at Hogwarts. He closed his eyes and took in the smell of whatever Remus was cooking in the room over and began to chuckle to himself as he heard footsteps drawing nearer. He’d recognize those footsteps anywhere.

“Prongslet!”

He opened his eyes to see his Godfather with the long black hair stretching his arms wide out, a grin on his lips. Harry returned the grin and met the man in the middle of the room, embracing him at once.

“Missed you—” Harry whispered, which only made Sirius hug him tighter.

“Love! Harry says he missed me!” Sirius cried out.

The pulled away from other and Remus has already appeared and was leaning against the doorway, a smile firm on his lips.

“Well that could mean two things,” Remus said, “He either actually missed you, or he has something to tell us.”

Harry mentally cursed himself for saying such a thing when both of his Godfathers knew him so well. Remus immediately caught on and pulled Harry in for a quick hug.

“Well, it’s sorta both.” Harry rushed as he glance between the two men. “I missed both of you, I always do, but I also have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’ll react”

“Prongslet, calm down!” Sirius cut him off as he squeezed Harry’s shoulder. “You’re our child and nothing you could say or do would ever stop us from loving you.”

Harry took a deep breath and slowly began.

“I’m dating—”

But before he could finish, there was a flame ignited in the fireplace and when it quickly ceased, the tall blonde man emerged.

“Draco Malfoy,” Sirius unintentionally finished. He quickly turned back to Harry and raised his brows. A smirk pulled on his lips when Harry nodded and his grey eyes flicked to Remus’ brown ones. He turned back to Draco with a smile and extended his hand.

“Sirius, always a pleasure,” Draco nodded as shook Sirius’ hand and flashed a smile, though Harry knew it was a nervous one. He turned to Remus and extended his hand as well. “Professor Lupin.”

“I haven’t taught you in nearly 20 years,” Remus chuckled as he shook Draco’s hand. “And since you’re dating Harry, it’ll always be Remus.”

Draco nodded and before any awkwardness could fill the air, Sirius insisted they eat. As Remus continued to finish preparing the food, Draco offered to help, which made Harry snort—Draco could barely turn on the stove—but Remus insisted everything was nearly ready anyway. The conversation during dinner was light and filled with laughter as though this wasn’t the first time Draco had entered the cottage or had seen Sirius or Remus in nearly ten years. When they had finished, Draco insisted on cleaning up, which Remus and Sirius eventually gave in to. As Draco cleaned the dishes the muggle way as he hummed a tune and Sirius ran off to find embarrassing childhood pictures of Harry to show Draco, Remus and Harry sat at the table in content silence.

“They would’ve loved him.” Remus whispered as though he could read Harry’s mind. Harry’s head shot over and the weight that bore his shoulders finally lifted.

“You think so?” Harry softly spoke. He eyes turned back to Draco, who was carefully setting the dishes on the drying rack. He looked completely in his element as though he wasn’t at his boyfriend’s parents house for the first time. Harry watched as Draco turned around and the blonde immediately broke out in a grin as he dried off his hands.

“I know it.” Remus whispered, but Harry barely heard it as he felt his own lips pull into a wide smile as he stared at Draco from across the room.

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