#CGT Writing Meme

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Scarlet Blood

Scarlet, Mystery, and Soulmates for @scarlet47​ I hope you like it!

Draco looked at the article, trying to withhold a smirk. The Daily Prophet would somehow make the situation about Harry. As they always did. It wasn’t a surprise that the Aurors had nothing, but it was nice to hear.

The sound of approaching footsteps had Draco looking up as he crumpled the newspaper and dropped it on the ground. The glare of the sun made it hard to see the man well, but Draco knew it was Wizengamot member Dirk Creek.

As Dirk came closer, the smile that was barely visible thinned before turning into a frown when he caught sight of Draco.

“You’re not Billy.”

“No,” Draco drawled, smirk finally coming forward. “I’m not.”

“Did he send you? He’s not usually absent for our exchanges.”

Draco waved his hand, playing it off as a noncommittal gesture when it really was placing an invisible wall behind Dirk.

“And remind me what your weekly exchanges are about?” Draco feigned ignorance as he took a step closer, his magic swirling inside him, changing his appearance. His nails elongated, canines poking through the smirk, iris’ left silver to become purple as the pupil and sclera went black.

Dirk tried to step back but he made contact with Draco’s magic and froze in place.

“W—who are you? Where’s Billy?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about Billy,” Draco said, head tilted and smirk widening showcasing his fangs completely. “He’s here with you.”

A glance over Draco’s shoulder showed a body lying on the ground covered in a thin layer of blood, mouth frozen in a silent scream and eyes wide open.

Dirk let out several whimpers at the sight before closing his eyes. “You’re that killer, aren’t you?”

“Killer is a harsh word,” Draco pursed his lips. “I like to see it as karma myself.”

When nothing was said, Draco tsked before placing a sharp nail along Dirk’s cheek, nicking the skin.

“You’re not going to ask? Plead for your life? Lie and claim innocence?”

Dirk remained silent, head shaking and hands trembling.

“What a pity,” whispered Draco. “That makes it so boring for me.”

His nail went deeper, blood running down his hand. The sight always left him feeling enraptured.

“I suppose it just means you’re self-aware,” Draco hummed, eyes narrowing. “I stumbled across Billy a few weeks ago and thought he was just a shady back-alley dealer. That is until you showed up.”

Another whimper had him rolling his eyes. The good stuff hadn’t even started yet, and Dirk was already getting scared.

“Imagine my surprise to find out that a member of the Wizengamot was funding an illegal potion ring targeted at minors.”

“It’s not—”

Draco’s nails raked deep as they slid, leaving a deep gash of scratches behind as Dirk let out a scream.

“Don’t lie to me,” Draco warned, voice barely above a growl. “I thought to myself, ‘why would anyone want to fund that?’ but then I remembered this year is an election year. And just wouldn’t you know it, you’re up for the Chief Warlock position on the Wizengamot.”

Dirk tried to push Draco away, but the attempt was weak against his advanced strength.

“What’s the main selling point of your campaign again?” Draco drummed his free hand against his face. “Oh! That’s right, it’s to lower the crime rate of the youth.”

A shiver went through dirk as he opened his eyes and took in Draco’s face.

“How cunning of you,” Draco reluctantly admitted. “You fund an illegal potion ring, and should you win the election, you de-fund it and the crime rate decreases.”

Dirk opened his mouth to speak but a glare from Draco was enough to silence him.

“I would be impressed if it weren’t for the lives of the minors you put at risk. You wanted to win by any means necessary and deemed their lives a mere casualty.”

“I didn’t think—”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Draco said. “You knew exactly what you were doing and who it would hurt. You just didn’t give a damn.”

“That’s not—”

“I don’t care what you have to say.” Draco leaned closer, licking a stripe of blood off of Dirk’s face. It certainly wasn’t up to his taste; the blood was just as foul as Dirk.

“You called me a killer earlier,” Draco continued with a frown. “You will die, so the statement isn’t a lie.”

A loud whimper had Draco snorting. “I may kill for the fun of it, but I choose those who deserve it.”

“By whose standards?”

Draco parted his lips and let his fangs nick his lips, blood dripping from the tips of his teeth.

“Mine.”

Morally, if Draco had been someone else the crimes wouldn’t equal death, but he had no morals and didn’t care. The papers tended to say he was a vigilante but that wasn’t exactly true. Most vigilantes wanted justice, to see someone pay, to see them in jail.

That wasn’t enough for Draco.

He waited until Dirk opened his mouth before he sank his teeth into Dirk’s neck and drank. The thud of the body hitting the ground was almost as satisfying as the kill itself.

After placing the bodies how he wanted, Draco added the finishing touches so it would be recognized as his work and took one last look around the alley.

All that remained was silence and scarlet.

The perfect scenery.

——————

Harry had just placed the newspaper on the table when the chime of the Floo went off. He didn’t have to look to know who it was. No one else ever came to his flat unannounced.

Arms wrapped around his stomach where his soulmate mark was, the buzz of the magic that came with their combined presence shook the table and rattled the dishes.

“Thought you were going to the store,” Harry said, a hint of a smile in his voice as he gestured toward the Daily Prophet, the headline blinking obnoxiously.

Scarlet Killer Strikes Double

“I did,” Draco murmured, mouth pressed against Harry’s neck. “Had an errand to run beforehand.”

“An errand huh?” Harry turned around in Draco’s hold until they were face to face. He rubbed his thumb against the fangs that were barely peeking through Draco’s lips.

The sting of his finger being punctured had him sucking in a sharp breath, eyes going hazy when Draco sucked on his thumb.

“It’s unfair how good you taste,” Draco said, eyes looking up, purple bleeding back to silver. “It’s my favourite. You’re my favourite.”

Harry grinned at the whiny tone. “You going to suck me dry like your victims?”

“Yeah,” Draco said as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s thumb. “Just not of your blood.”

Harry rolled his eyes before smacking Draco’s shoulder. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

He could tell that Draco wanted to argue, but Harry leaned forward and kissed him softly.

“Just answer me this,” Harry began, pecking him after each word. “Did they deserve it?”

The wicked smirk on Draco’s face should have been revolting, but it wasn’t. It should have disgusted him but all it did was make him shiver with want.

“Always.”

Harry leaned forward and placed open-mouthed kisses along Draco’s neck before stopping at the mark that changed his life.

A soulmate mark in the shape of a snitch sat on Draco’s collarbone, matching the one on Harry’s stomach, linking them together—Scarlet Killer and all.

Forever.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Dangerous Heart

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Harry could hear the shouting and the sound of feet thundering after him. He couldn’t go home, that would lead them right to his only safe-haven. He could go to the Dursleys, that would serve them right, but that would mean actually seeing his ‘family’ and nothing was worth that kind of torture.

“Potter!”

Harry winced as he looked over his shoulder. He couldn’t see them, but the yelling was loud enough that bystanders were looking at him in alarm. He never should have given them his real surname.

“Hey!” The whisper yell almost had him tripping over his feet. “You can hide here.”

Harry looked up to see someone, the face was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. The man was standing at the entry to a boarded-up storefront that hadn’t been used in years.

Indecision was strong but the sound of feet coming closer made up his mind.

“Okay.”

One foot closer to the guy and the polite smile on his face changed into a smirk and alarm bells went off in Harry’s mind.

A flash of a memory had him stilling briefly.

‘I heard you have liquid G.’

‘Depends on who told you.’

Shit.

An outstretched hand had Harry jumping backwards into an older woman who began yelling at him immediately. He tried to apologize but his mind was too distracted to do it justice. He knew that guy.

“Looks like you ripped off the wrong person,” The man jeered, eyes glancing toward where the yelling of his name was still coming from.

Harry was smart, he knew that, but he never could get rid of the ability to make things worse.

“How’s the cough?” Harry taunted, grinning when the guy’s hands clenched. It had been so easy to pass off cough syrup as liquid ecstasy when the other person had no clue what they were looking for.

“Why you—”

Harry didn’t stick around to witness the man’s anger or words, he jumped over a bin and kept running. The delay hadn’t worked to his advantage, as he looked over his shoulder, he could see the gang of guys still chasing him.

Fuck.

What was he supposed to do now?

Harry tried to throw them off by taking random turns but ended up hitting an alley.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry swore, his breathing increasing in tempo to match the sound of running he could hear.

He needed to leave, needed to get out of there and he needed somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one wanted to hurt him, somewhere where he could relax.

Harry needed somewhere.

When his hands started to shake, Harry didn’t think much of it, his whole body was shaking, and it was probably from the adrenaline. But as he looked down at his hands, he jumped in shock.

Yellow light.

Yellow light was surrounding his hands and he wasn’t sure what it was. Oh, logically his mind understood. The years of dreams, flashing lights, whispered Latin words and Uncle Vernon’s insistence that magic was a figment of his imagination and nothing more all led up to this.

Magic wasn’t real.

The Dursley’s said so.

But…

What else could it be? The light grew brighter, much too bright to look at. He closed his eyes as his hands came up to block it all out.

Wind blew his hair in a whoosh of cycling air that felt far too stifling to be real. It had to all be a dream, right? It wouldn’t have been the first time. When he looked back down at his hands and saw no more yellow, he thought he had been right. It was just a dream.

Except it wasn’t.

Harry looked up and his breath left him in a sharp exhale. The yellow magic had transferred to the space in front of him. Only it wasn’t just an orb of bright light, it was a portal.

A portal to another world.

There were shapes on the other side of the portal, but he couldn’t tell what they were. Low murmurs of a conversation were audible, and his curiosity had him taking a few steps closer.

“Where did you come from?” Harry asked, fingers trailing above the portal but not touching. It was a stupid question, but he had been hoping there was even a sliver of a chance that he hadn’t done that. Because if he had done that, then Uncle Vernon lied.

That would mean Magic was real, that he possessed it.

The sound of running grew louder, and Harry knew it was only a matter of seconds before they caught up to him. He could turn around and run a different direction and hope to wrangle free somehow.

Or.

He could go through the portal.

His curiosity grew too high to control and led to the very reckless realization that he wanted to see what was on the other side.

With a deep breath and no common sense whatsoever, Harry ran straight into the portal and didn’t look back.

—————

Harry wasn’t sure what he expected but skidding into another person and knocking them both over wasn’t it.

“Ow.”

The voice was soft in a way Harry didn’t hear too often. He looked down into angry silver eyes and his breath caught. Whoever he had knocked over was stunning. Pretty eyes, delicate hands, a sharp jaw and a pointed nose.

“You are so pretty.”

A lone arched brow preceded a small quirk of plump lips. “I know.”

Confidence. Harry liked that in a man.

“Just who might you be wizard?”

“Harry, I was—wait, wizard?” Harry asked, lips pursed in a frown.

“Do you prefer a different term? Warlock perhaps?”

“No—” Harry’s frown deepened. “I think you’re mistaken. I’m not a wizard or a warlock. I’m just human.”

That got him two arched brows as a response.

“You are the one mistaken, Harry.” There was a pause as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You have so much power to you. I can feel it, taste it even. It’s overwhelming.”

Harry wanted to laugh but there was no joke. Clearly, the man thought he was telling the truth.

“And you? Who are you?”

“My name is Draco, I am no wizard, but I do possess enough power to put up a good fight, and I own this Kingdom.”

Kingdom? Before Harry could look around, someone else spoke, causing him to startle.

“Do get off the floor, won’t you?” It was drawled in a condescending tone, one that Harry didn’t care for.

Harry was embarrassed to realize that he was still on top of Draco. He rushed to stand, offering a hand to help.

“Courteous,” Draco murmured, taking Harry’s offer. “A kind wizard, rare breed you are.”

Wizard. Harry still wasn’t sure what to think. The portal meant something. He knew he had done that, there was no arguing that away. But wizard??

“Never met any handsome kings before,” Harry returned, smiling at the light dusting of pink on Draco’s cheeks.

“Dangerous,” Draco whispered, eyes roaming Harry’s face. “My heart is weak to such charms.”

Flirting. Harry was used to flirting, it got him what he wanted in his line of business. Easy to rip people off when he played up his innocence and flirted enough to empty people’s pockets.

But he wasn’t used to flirting like this.

“There are more important things to attend to.”

Harry turned to look at the person who spoke and was surprised to see how similar the man looked to Draco. Definitely a familial resemblance.

“Not now father,” Draco said, eyes still on Harry. “Can I keep him?”

“No.”

“Keep me?” Harry asked, his lips twitching. “Shouldn’t that be something you ask me?”

“Oh,” Draco breathed, eyes blinking rapidly. “Is that how it’s done where you come from?”

Before Harry could say yes, Draco’s father spoke again.

“There is no time for such foolishness, we have to decide your next move. Your position will decide who we side with in the war.”

“War?” Harry asked, eyes looking around in alarm. His attention focused on a large round table showcasing a map filled with many different coloured pins.

Draco placed a hand on Harry’s back and guided him toward the map.

“This is my Kingdom,” Draco pointed toward the middle of the map, the only area free of pins. Serpent Landing. “All neighbouring lands are in war.”

“But you aren’t?”

“Petty disputes have never interested me,” shrugged Draco. “I’ve not sided with either, but I feel that won’t last much longer. I’m being pressured to choose.”

Harry looked down at the map as Draco continued to speak.

“Lion Valley is in need of potions for their troops, while Raven Hill is seeking rations,” Draco said with a huff. “Both offer a hefty payment in return should I side with them. Choosing one will make me enemies of the other, and I am loath to do so.”

“Why choose then?” Harry asked. “Send the potions to Lion Valley and the rations to Raven Hill. Both sides will think you are their ally when in reality you play both sides.”

Draco’s mouth parted on a small noise, eyes looking between the two lands on the map.

“Oh, I like him,” Draco’s father said before extending a hand. “Lucius Malfoy, a reluctant adviser to the arrogant King.”

“My arrogance was taught father,” Draco said with sparkling eyes. “I learned from the best.”

Lucius rolled eyes before pulling out a few pieces of paper and began to write what looked like a letter.

Draco picked up a sword from a display and sheathed it before turning to Harry. “I would show you my home, but I find that to be tedious. Would you like to go on an adventure with me instead?”

An adventure? Harry looked over his shoulder where the portal was still visible. Enough time had passed that he was sure he’d be fine to return home. But…

“Should a King go on adventures?” Harry teased. “Such an important position after all.”

“Thank you,” Lucius said, hands in the air. “My son, however, doesn’t listen to reason.”

Draco scowled at his father before turning to Harry, his face softening a margin. “Who if not a King? Exploration calls to me.”

When the portal began to flicker, Harry knew it wasn’t time but his own desires that caused the portal to weaken.

“Who am I to argue then?” Harry said, an arm held out as he ignored the dying portal and smiled at Draco.

“The trouble we can get into,” Draco whispered, there was an excitement to his voice that had Harry’s smile widening. “A King and a Wizard.”

“Lord help us all,” Lucius mumbled to the now empty room.

There was no doubt in his mind that Draco would keep Harry.

“Lord help us.”

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@abstractundefined​ I had to look up what Sword and Sorcery was lmaoo and I think if I continued the story it would make more sense how it fit the genre but oh well shsks. I do hope you liked it!

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Alpha of Mine

Green, Fluff, Alpha for @rieraclaelin (A/b/o)

“A relationship like that can’t be healthy.”

“It never is.”

“Why can’t they just find someone to fit their designation?”

“It’s Potter and Malfoy, when have they ever done what they were supposed to?”

“Still… an Alpha and an Alpha don’t belong together.”

—————

What others saw never concerned Harry, no one ever understood him anyway.

At least until Draco.

“Potter, if you don’t get off me right now, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Harry grinned, using more strength to keep Draco’s wrists pinned to the grass, the green meshing well with his blond hair. “Growl at me? It’s not like you can do anything about it.”

The lone arched brow should have been a warning, but Harry had been too distracted by how pretty Draco looked restrained.

Draco arched his back and that distracted Harry too, until a knee made contact with his stomach, leaving him gasping as his hold on Draco weakened.

Their positions were reversed, and Harry found himself flat on his back staring up at Draco who had an obnoxious smirk on his face and green specks in his hair—it took a minute to realize it was loose grass.

“Hey, love.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Don’t ‘love’ me, you cheat.”

“All’s fair in war.”

“You forgot love in the saying.”

“No, I didn’t.” The smirk widened, and that was enough for Harry. He tried to wrestle out of Draco’s grip, but it was useless.

“I win,” Draco continued, tone cocky as his eyebrows waggled.

“What?” Harry argued. “No, you didn’t! It’s a tie. We both got each other in the end.”

“Ahh,” Draco said slowly. “But you see, I was last, which means mine counts more.”

“You’re full of it. That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Says the one restrained.”

Harry huffed, the exhale sounding far more frustrated than he really was. It was fun, being with Draco. They challenged each other in everything they did, whether it was fun and games or being a better person.

Alphas aren’t supposed to be with other Alphas.

But when did Harry ever give a fuck what anyone else thought?

“Are you ready to admit it?” Draco taunted, eyes bright and smirk melting into something softer.

As Harry stared up at Draco, he couldn’t help but think that society was flawed. How could being with Draco be wrong when every instinct inside of him wanted to hold on tight and never let go?

“Yeah,” whispered Harry, eyes tracing over Draco’s face, wishing he could touch. “Alpha.”

Draco’s eyes closed as the soft smile grew wider, as it did every time Harry called him Alpha.

“I won the bet,” said Draco when his eyes opened, and all Harry could see was the vulnerability of love. “I get to mate you first.”

It had seemed so important to be first when they started the challenge, but all Harry wanted was to be mated to Draco. It didn’t matter if he went last, that just meant he’d mate Draco already marked up.

“Let’s go home.”

Draco let Harry go before helping him stand up. “Alright, Alpha of mine.”

It was said with a bit of a tease. Draco was the one who loved being called that, and rarely said it back.

“We could apparate.”

“No,” Draco sneered. “I don’t trust you not to move. Let’s Floo.”

“I hate travelling by Floo.”

“Tough luck.”

“Draco,” Harry growled as they passed a group of wizards staring at them.

“We could always duel for it.”

That wasn’t a bad idea.

“You’re on.”

—————

“There they go again.”

“Fighting out in the open, it’s barbaric.”

“Scandalous if you ask me.”

“Why must they continue their depravity?”

—————

Harry walked hand and hand with Draco as little whispers carried over. He didn’t care what society deemed proper, didn’t care that others thought he should be with someone else, didn’t care what anyone said. Harry wanted Draco, loved him even. And nothing would change that. Especially their designation, Alpha or not.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Teacher’s Benefits

The sunlight shining through the window cast a gorgeous yellow hue to Draco’s skin, made him look sun-kissed, made Harry want to trail over every spot that shone under the sun and mark it as his own.

“What are you waiting for?” Draco huffed with a petulant purse of his lips. “You’re the one that barged in here.”

Yes, yes, he did. Harry’s eyes were still on Draco’s skin, but he knew they didn’t have much time. He had stopped by during Draco’s break from one on one parent Professor meetings.  

“I couldn’t help myself,” whispered Harry as he finally got his mouth on Draco’s body, lips pressed firmly against Draco’s neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“Harry.” The tone was equally as sensual as it was guilty.

He shook his head, not needing an apology—teaching was Draco’s job and it didn’t always match up to his own.

“I swear every time I see you; your beauty grows exponentially.”

“Harry.” This time it was filled with an embarrassed pride that matched a light dusting of pink on Draco’s cheeks.

All of Draco’s clothes had been removed except for a dark green shawl wrapped around his shoulders. The contrast between the colour and Draco’s skin was stark and it had Harry enchanted.

“You better touch me more,” Draco warned, his voice promising something if Harry didn’t follow through.

Harry grinned as his hands roamed Draco’s body, his mouth following shortly after, pressing open-mouthed kisses against Draco’s skin.

Draco wasn’t always vocal, and when he was, it was with small noises; noises that made Harry weak.

The more pressure Harry used with his mouth, the breathier Draco’s voice became as it melded into breathy gasps and sweet-sounding sighs.

A glance toward the clock had Harry’s mouth moving quicker. There wasn’t enough time for them to do all the things he had been imagining while Draco was busy with work.

“I want to do so much to you,” murmured Harry, tongue coming out to play as he trailed down Draco’s stomach.

“Do it.” It would have been a command, but it was too breathless to hold any weight to it.

“When you come home, we can.”

The affronted look Draco gave him had Harry snorting, which made the look intensify.

“Then why are you teasing me? I don’t want to wait.”

“So demanding, love.”

Draco narrowed his eyes and if Harry wasn’t careful, there would be nothing waiting for him later, that Harry knew.

Harry gestured for Draco to sit on the desk before he grabbed Draco’s legs and wrapped them around his waist as he stood up to his full height. He made sure to look into the eyes he loved so much before he ground down, pushing their cocks together.

“Oh.”

It was barely audible, just a breathless exhale, but Harry treasured it.

As Harry continued to grind, Draco pushed up with each thrust adding the pressure that they both needed.

“Yes,” Harry panted, not able to be as quiet, never could actually. “I’ve missed you,” he couldn’t help but say again

There was a softness to Draco’s face, one that wasn’t usually there. “I know.”

A startled laugh left Harry as his grip on Draco’s legs tightened and he quickened the pace.

As nice as it was thrusting against each other, Harry needed more, needed something to push him over the edge.

Draco briefly traced Harry’s face with his fingers as his lips quirked upward before the same hand reached down to wrap around both of their cocks.

“Draco.” Yes, that’s what he wanted. “Tighter.”

The barely-there smile turned into a smirk and fuck that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

“You like that Harry?” It was almost a taunt, but that just turned him on even more. “You like when I touch you?”

“You know I do.”

“Show me,” Draco arched his brows. “Show me how much you like it, how much you ache for my hands on you. Show me.”

When Draco’s grip tightened, Harry’s mouth parted and way too many noises escaped. Loud groans, soft moans, grunts that were growled out, repeats of Draco’s name and several streams of, ‘fuck’.

Draco’s eyes closed on a particularly loud groan of Harry’s and the sight had his dick throbbing.

“Harry, I’m close,” Draco warned, hand moving at a rapid pace, making hit harder for Harry to breathe normally.

“Yes, I need it,” Harry said. “I want you to come on us, want to feel it against me.”

“Fuck.”

Harry took pride in the expletive; it was said with a rare breathy moan and his cock twitched. Harry glanced up to see Draco’s attention on his hand, watched the way a bitten lip preceded a twist of a hand and then a small grunt was the only warning before the head of Harry’s cock was covered in Draco’s come.

The slide of their bodies still moving and the visual of the mess on their cocks was enough to push Harry over the edge, following in Draco’s style with his mouth parted, no sound coming out, but his lips did mouth Draco’s name.

When Draco flopped back on the desk, exhaustion present and eyes closed tightly, Harry regretted their position as he could only lean against Draco, his legs too wobbly to stand up straight.

“I needed that,” Harry said, breath a touch shy of panting.

“I can tell,” Draco smirked, eyes bright in the way he teased. “Barged into Hogwarts wanting to shag me.”

“Have you seen you?” Harry asked, tone incredulous. “Anyone married to you would do the same.”

Draco glanced at the clock, a small smile on his face before he shoved Harry away. “As much as I loved that, and you, I have hours left of boring meetings with parents.”

“What’s that have to do with me?”

“Unless you want them to see you like this? Naked, sated and too sweaty for your own good.”

Because that is what he needed, the Daily Prophet would just love to hear about that.

“No, thanks.”

“Then go.”

Harry huffed before he ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, grinning at the glare he got in return. “You only want me for my body.”

Draco arched a brow as he summoned his clothes. “Anyone married to you would do the same.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he too put on his clothes. “Just for that, I’m not cooking dinner for you.”

Draco laughed, his nose scrunching up, eyes as bright as his smile, still matching the yellow shining through.

There was beauty in everything, but nothing as strong as the beauty to Draco who was a pain in the arse, his husband, a pain in the arse, his light to the monotony of life, a pain in the arse, but more importantly…

His everything.    

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A knock on the door had Draco groaning. Part of him wanted to remain silent and let whoever was there think no one was in, but the responsible part figured it was another parent who showed up late to the one on one meetings for their kids.

“Come in.” Even though he didn’t want them to, even though he could barely keep his eyes open.

When the door opened just a crack and he caught sight of a ridiculous grin that had never faded over the years, Draco felt his whole body relax.

“What are you doing here?” Draco asked, a lone brow arching at the way Harry still hadn’t entered.

“I’m here for the meetings.”

“Oh yeah?” Draco tried not to smile but it was hard with how infectious Harry’s bright demeanour was.

Harry’s lips were twitching and that was never a good sign.

“I’ve got a list of complaints for you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, suspicion rising the more Harry’s smile became cheeky. “Do tell.”

“There’s a student of yours that has made some very strong arguments against you.”

That made no sense. Why would Harry know about something like that before he would? Had Hogwarts contacted Harry?

“What are you on about?”

There was definitely rustling going on behind the door that Draco couldn’t see, and it made the whole conversation that much weirder.

“I’ve brought him along since he demanded to talk to you.”

“That’s now how—”

When the door pushed open, Draco’s confusion evaporated as he grinned, hands outstretched.

“Daddy!”

Babbling and nonsense made up most of Scorpius’ vocabulary, but it was one of his favourite things to hear.

Harry handed him Scorpius before sitting down across from them, same goofy grin still on his face.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “You tell him, Scorp. Tell him what we talked about.”

“Hi baby,” Draco whispered, placing a kiss to Scorpius’ head. When Scorpius tilted his head up and tried to kiss him back, it ended up being slobber against Draco’s cheek, but it was enough to make him melt completely.

“No,” Harry dramatically yelled. “That’s giving in to the enemy. This was not the plan, Scorpius.”

Scorpius giggled and that was Draco’s favourite thing to hear. When Harry tried to repeat the plan to Scorpius, Draco watched the two of them, one talking in babbles and the other in exaggerated fake anger.

Teaching had been an unexpected wish that took so many years to get to. He loved what he did, loved getting to teach the next generation. But nothing equalled this, nothing came close to being with his family.

“Let’s go home.”

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Yellow, Smut, Teacher for @ive-been-found