Sex Before Love (Drarry)

Chapter 1

Standing on the 9 3/4 platform, Draco Malfoy ran his silver gaze over all of the parents anxiously waiting to pick up their children. His eyes stopped on one particular person. Harry Potter. Every year before this, and at the drop-off this year, he had been with that Weasley woman, the Quidditch player, but this time, he stood alone, looking down at his hands and shuffling his feet. He still looked extremely shaggable.

Now that he had no jealous wife waiting to yell at him, he debated whether he should go over and say hello. Astoria, his beautiful wife and mother of Scorpio, had divorced him only the week before, giving him full custody of Scorpio- "I never wanted the kid!"- because of one small reason.

Well, no, not so small, actually. As beautiful, wonderful, and kind- except for when she was screaming at him that she never wanted their son- as his wife was, he didn't love her. He had, at one time, but soon those feelings slowly dissipated as other feelings drew closer to the surface. Feelings for his school nemesis. Harry Potter. As he realized his feelings, his marriage slowly fell into shambles, with Scorpio caught in the middle. She had called for a divorce the second he confessed to her about his sexuality.

He made his decision, and stalked over to Harry. He had never been able to call him that. Always "Potter." He had never wanted to until now. When Harry rejected his offer of friendship, it had killed him, not to mention publicly humiliated him, and in front of Weasley, too! Weasley should be the one embarrassed, he had always been stomping around in those hand-me-down robes. He was glad that he had found it in himself to smile when Harry looked over at him. It was almost worth the rejection to see the blush pass over the eleven-year-old's face. So bloody cute. 

"H-Harry?" Draco asked, ready for the snort and sarcastic retort that was sure to come.

Instead, he was surprised when all he got was an exasperated sigh, and a "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Where's that Weasley woman?" He saw Harry visibly wince as he called her "Weasley woman," and immediately regretted it.

"She's off with her friends." he said, a hint of sarcasm leaking into his voice.

"She couldn't make time to come pick her son up?"

"Apparently 'shopping for a new broomstick' with a male 'friend' takes precedence over that."

From the emphasis on "male," Draco was able to guess what "stick" he was talking about.

"She's cheating on you?"

"No!" Harry's face flushed in embarrassment. "Well, yeah, I think so."

"Why don't you confront her?"

"Because- Because I'm scared of losing my wife, and how that will affect my kids. I mean, I still have those bloody nightma-" 

He cut off immediately, but the damage was already done.

"You're still getting the nightmares?" Draco asked, his voice heavy with concern. "How bad are they?"

"R-Really bad," Harry admitted. "For the past few weeks, Ginny's been sleeping in another room."

Draco could see how much it hurt to admit it, and mentally winced. "Don't worry, I'm sure you guys will turn out fine." he said, hoping that that would help.

Harry smiled weakly and nodded unconvincingly. Draco mentally slapped himself.

"Anyway," he said, hurriedly changing the subject. "I need a drinking partner later. Are you up for it?"

"Why do you need a drinking partner- and why me?" Harry asked confusedly. 

"My wife recently divorced me, and my former drinking partner eloped to America with my housekeeper. So, are you up for it?" 

Sighing, Harry nodded. "What else is there to do? I'll leave the kids with Ginny and tell her I'm going out. What time? And wait, Draco, did you call me Harry?"

Blushing, Draco looked down. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? He prided himself on having a haughty confidence, but once he was in front of Harry, it all disappeared. "Does right after you drop off the kids work?" 

"Yeah, sure. That'll be around five. Do you have a mobile phone?"

"Yes." Draco hurriedly took out his phone, glad for once that Pansy had bothered him until he bought one. Ignoring the slightly homophobic texts and missed calls from his ex-wife, he typed in Harry's number as he spoke the numbers.

Hearing the train whistle, he thanked Harry, and rushed back to where he was before, to wait nervously for his son. He still had to break the news about the divorce to Scorpio, and was worried about how he would take it.

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Harry's POV

"Dad, will you stop pacing?" James asked, watching his dad wear footprints in the floor, back and forth, back and forth. 

"But, but,"

"But nothing, you're making me dizzy."

Harry slowed down, until he came to a complete stop and plopped down into the armchair. "I'm worried about when your mother's getting back!" 

That was only partially true. He was mostly worried because Draco hadn't texted him yet. It was 5:45! And also because Ginny hadn't returned yet, and he needed her to look after the kids. 

His phone buzzed, and he hurriedly pulled it out of his pocket. One text from Hot Blonde, the screen said, and Harry's face broke into a smile at the contact name. He usually didn't like guys, but when Harry saw that it was Draco Malfoy talking to him after so many years, hair just as slicked back as ever, he was reminded of those butterflies that he had felt when he was a first year. 

Hogwarts Inn at 6? The text said.

Smiling, Harry sent an "ok," and started getting ready for his... date? Get-together? He would have to specify with Draco about what exactly it was, but for now, the feelings of excitement about reconnecting with his former nemesis (who had grown into a SERIOUS hottie) overpowered any nervous feelings.