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harry settles himself on the sofa, a mug of firewhisky gently steaming within easy reach as he gets himself good and irritated at the prophet’s latest attempt to speculate on al and scorpius’ lives at hogwarts when the floo whooshes to life and draco steps through. he’s gorgeously dishevelled as he shrugs off his jacket and tugs his tie loose, dusting soot and floo powder off his trousers.
“hello, love- sorry i’m late. our good old minister really puts the ‘shackle’ in shacklebolt, had me chained to my desk all bloody da- oh for merlin’s sake, harry, you’re not reading that awful tripe again, are you?”
harry scowls as draco sinks onto the sofa next to him. “i can’t help it! look at this bakwaas! skeeter won’t leave the boys alone since they’ve been back. i’ve half a mind to pay their so-called offices a visit.”
draco slings an arm around harry and tugs him close, voice stern as he says, “you will do no such thing. besides, you know hermione and molly and mcgonagall will have skeeter’s head well before you do.”
harry sighs. “i know al and scorp are okay, it’s just bloody annoying that they can’t have normal lives. you know what it was like, before.”
draco’s quiet for a moment before he says softly, “i know. everything else aside, the whole normal life thing sort of went out the window when you decided to take up with a death eater-”
“former death eater,” harry interrupts. “and it’s been years since we dated- we’re married, for heaven’s sake, you’d think the world would be bored of us by now!”
“bored? of the chosen one? as if.” draco smirks and harry can’t help but roll his eyes.
“you’re an idiot, i hope you know this.” harry says fondly, and fits himself more snugly into draco’s side. draco pulls the paper away from him, kissing harry’s temple as he murmurs, “an idiot you married- wonder what that makes y-” only to be interrupted by harry chuckling under his breath and turning to kiss him quiet.
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