The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the British countryside in shades of gold and crimson. Harry and Draco stood together on the terrace of their charming villa, a quaint stone structure adorned with climbing roses and ivy. The evening air was filled with laughter and the sounds of their friends mingling in the garden below, celebrating a momentous occasion: their impending journey into fatherhood.
"Are you ready for this?" Draco asked, a hint of nerves lacing his voice, though he was trying to maintain an air of calm. He cradled a glass of sparkling water, nursing it slowly while watching Harry bounce with excitement.
Harry beamed, his emerald eyes sparkling. "Ready? I've been ready for years! We're finally going to meet Scorpius! I can't believe it!" He waved a glass of firewhisky in the air like a trophy, capturing the attention of their friends.
"Cheers to Harry being a dad!" Ron shouted from across the garden, raising his drink high. Laughter erupted as their friends echoed the sentiment, lifting their glasses in solidarity.
Harry took another generous swig of his firewhisky, oblivious to Draco's caution. He was caught up in the joy of the moment, moving from friend to friend, recounting tales of his and Draco's journey through the adoption process, all while insisting he was going to be the best dad ever.
"Draco!" Harry called, returning to his husband with unsteady feet. "Did I tell you that I'm going to be a dad?" He leaned in, planting a heated kiss on Draco's lips, the kind that made Draco's heart race even after all these years.
"Yes, love, you have mentioned it once or twice," Draco chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. He loved seeing Harry so exuberant, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of concern for how quickly his husband was drinking.
As the night wore on, Harry's celebratory spirit only grew stronger, fueled by the firewhisky and the collective joy surrounding them. Draco continued to sip his water, feeling blissfully intoxicated by happiness rather than alcohol. The thought of finally having a family, sharing his life with Harry, and welcoming Scorpius into their home filled him with warmth.
Eventually, the festivities wound down, and Harry was far from sober. He stumbled slightly as he approached Draco, wrapping his arms around him. "Draco, my beautiful husband!" he proclaimed, slurring slightly as he peppered kisses across Draco's cheeks and neck.
"Time to go home, I think," Draco replied, trying to keep Harry steady as they bid farewell to their friends. The moment they stepped outside, however, Harry tripped over his own feet, causing Draco to laugh and nearly lose his grip.
Once they made it inside their villa, Harry leaned against the wall, attempting to catch his breath. "I'll just... wait here for a second," he declared, looking a bit green.
Draco shook his head, amused but also a little exasperated. "Come on, Potter, up we go," he said, guiding Harry toward the stairs. The journey was not easy; Harry wobbled and laughed, occasionally breaking into song about how he was going to be the best dad ever.
"Right, the best dad, with the best husband!" he said, throwing his arms around Draco's neck and kissing him sloppily.
"Focus, Harry. Let's get you to bed," Draco said, half-laughing, half-sighing. The struggle was real as he half-carried Harry up the stairs, the weight of his husband's joy proving difficult yet oddly heartwarming.
Finally, they made it to the bedroom. Draco wrestled Harry out of his clothes, dodging the erratic movements of his drunken partner. Harry was laughing so hard he could barely hold still, which only made the process more comical.
"Honestly, you're ridiculous," Draco said, shaking his head with a smile as he got Harry into bed, fluffing the pillows behind him. He tucked the covers around Harry, who looked like a mess of limbs and laughter.
"Who are you?" Harry suddenly shouted, his eyes wide as he squinted at Draco. "What are you doing in my house, Malfoy?"
Draco's laughter erupted, ringing through the quiet of the night. "It's me, Harry! Your husband! You're in our house!" He leaned closer, the warmth of their life together flooding back as he explained their journey, how they had married a few years after the war, and how they were now about to welcome Scorpius into their family.
Harry's confusion slowly turned to realization, and then pure joy washed over his features. "I married my school crush!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he grabbed Draco's hand. "And we're having a son! Scorpius!"
"Yes, we are. And I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but you," Draco replied, smiling broadly.
"I can't believe this is happening," Harry murmured, his voice softening. "We're going to be a family."
"Together, we'll be the best family," Draco promised, leaning down to kiss Harry softly, feeling the warmth of their love wash over them, binding them even tighter as they prepared for their new adventure.
"Now, let's sleep," Draco said, knowing they had much to prepare in the coming days. As Harry's eyes fluttered, he squeezed Draco's hand tightly, comforted by the fact that he was right where he belonged.
In the embrace of their newfound love and the excitement of what was to come, both men drifted off, dreaming of the laughter and joy their son would bring into their lives.
