𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐔𝐋

Part 1

They'd both just sent their sons to Hogwarts that morning and they'd shared that glance that meant so much between them.

Their every meeting after the final battle seemed to be all about these meaningful glances that no one ever saw.

The first time had been at the trials of the Malfoys. Harry had been there to testify on behalf of Narcissa and Draco, but he'd only ever made eye-contact with the latter. It was almost like seeing the man for the first time. The blonde wasn't as guarded as he had been when they were in Hogwarts together, and it was then that Harry realised just how amazing Draco's eyes really were.

The second time came as they met at Madam Malkin's when they both had their sons fitted for new robes. It had been released to the press years ago that James had been born. Albus-Severus followed, overshadowing the birth of Draco's son, Scorpius, who'd arrived a week later. Even though there was something burning in them to compare their sons as they stood side-by-side on the stools as they were measured and fitted, both men found it extremely difficult to look away from each other.

The third time happened when they found themselves alone on a Muggle train. Seventeen years after the final battle, Lucius Malfoy finally passed away and both Harry (as the sole inheritor of the Black fortuned) and Draco (who was cut from Lucius' will, making Narcissa the sole benefactor or Lucius' fortune, whose fortune had been passed to Harry with her own passing two years before) were called on for a meeting. It was just by random luck that they both took the train.

For Harry, it was because he liked to distant himself from the magical world now that they revered him. Becoming the Head of the Aurors eight years ago had placed him as the youngest ever Head of any department within the Ministry of Magic and the public lapped it up. The sudden increase in his Gringotts' vault wasn't helping at all, either.

And for Draco, it was something he'd never really done before. Now that he wasn't the heir to the Malfoy fortune, he found himself indulging in the life he'd looked down at. He was finding that Muggle transportation was entertaining, even if the taxis in London seemed suicidal.

When Harry had looked up to see the long haired blonde, though, he nearly fell off his chair. He hadn't seen his peer in three years and those three years had been good to him. Had you asked anyone in Hogwarts who the most attractive student was, they'd have said Draco Malfoy, hands down, and Harry was one who'd admit it. But now, he seemed to glow almost radiantly as he sat alone on the other side of the carriage. He looked relieved, almost like he was free, and it was then that Harry realised how much of a burden Lucius really was on his son. Draco was never one to slouch, but without the extra pressure on his shoulders, he just seemed to ooze confidence and freedom in a way that was so beautiful and sexy to Harry that he had to grind the palm of his hand into his crotch to get his body back under control.

The effort was hopeless, though, as Draco looked up and their eyes met. His clear grey eyes instantly bore deeply into Harry's being, leaving him naked to the cunning wizard. The blonde coolly lowered the paper he was reading and made his way over to Harry, causing him more discomfort when he saw what he was wearing.

Bloody hell; he's in Muggle jeans...

Draco's fine hands grabbed onto the poles as he walked through the moving train. He was as graceful as ever, Harry noticed; not stumbling in the slightest.

Harry then realised where his own hand was and removed it as if it was icy cold to him, just because Draco sat down opposite him.

"Good morning, Potter," he smirked as he sat back and crossed one leg over the other.

"Morning, Malfoy," Harry responded casually, though he felt his throat was far too tight for the words to get out. "My condolences for your father."

"Thank you."

Draco didn't seem bothered that his father was gone at all.

Harry nodded his head, wordlessly accepting Draco's thanks, only to be interrupted.

"I was thanking you for your testimony at our trial. Mother and I never got to thank you for it. As for my father, you and I are both glad he's gone and that the psychotic fucker suffered every second of these long years."

Harry couldn't disagree, so he offered a kind smile instead. "How's like been for you?"

And so the fell into an easy conversation about their jobs and this children, and they continued it on the way back after the inheritance issue was sorted out. When they parted, it happened with a 'casual' shake of the hands (Harry felt the electricity jolt to his nether regions and the look on Draco's face insinuated the same for the Slytherin).

That night, Harry didn't let Ginny touch him, fearing he'd lose that jolt and he couldn't wipe the grin off his face when the first of many dirty letters arrived at midnight.

They didn't see each other again until they saw their sons off. They'd spent years sending each other deliciously salacious letters, so when their eyes found each other again, Harry didn't even need the other man's touch to feel the electricity. They'd decided long ago that they'd at least try something when they saw each other, which was what that head-nod was all about.

Are you ready for me?

Harry's response was an eager confirmation.

After their little moment, Harry had a loving, fatherly chat with his children.

Scorpius, however, turned to Draco and bluntly asked, "Are you at least going to get him some flowers after that intense eye-sex?"

A smirk crossed Draco's features and he very nearly threw his son towards the train, excited for what was to come next.