At precisely eight o'clock that evening, Draco opened the door to his home. He carefully hung his coat on the coat tree, briefly watching it as it stood back upright and cradled the coat lovingly. He then set his briefcase down on the padded bench to wait for him to retrieve it later and went in search of his husband. He opened the door to the sitting room and was arrested by the sight.
Snape sat on the settee, his brow furrowed in concentration as he looked over what appeared to be several rolls of parchment. But the surprising part was that his free hand was running its fingers through dark hair. Harry was asleep, lying on his side, his head in Snape's lap. Malfoy training was the only thing that kept Draco from blinking in surprise.
"Well, if this isn't the picture of domesticity," he drawled instead. Snape's eyes looked up as Draco came further into the room and looked down at the undisturbed form of his husband. "I am sure that this is some delusion my mind has created in place of the horror of you murdering each other that I must, in reality, be seeing."
"That was very dramatic of you," Snape said calmly, his eyes returning to his paper. "Not to mention long winded."
"You must admit seeing you pet him like a cat is a bit... disconcerting," Draco drawled. Snape made no response and instead carried on with his reading. Draco shook his head and began walking back out of the room. "I shall leave you in your domestic bliss while I try to wash the stink of many an idiot from me."
Snape merely grunted a response and Draco left with a smirk on his face.
The sitting room was quite for only ten minutes longer before the softly glowing fire roared to life, casting a greenish hue about the room.
"It is usually customary to ask permission before flooing through, isn't it, Lucius?" Snape asked as the elegant blond straightened and brushed the infinitesimal dust from his overcoat.
"Not when it is your own property," Lucius bit back. Harry stirred to life at the cold voice, green eyes blinking open.
"Ah, then you do wake at some point during the day, then?" Lucius drawled nastily.
Harry glared and rose to his elbow. "I was just resting," he answered.
"Yes, very tiring it is to be cuckolding my son, I imagine."
"Lucius, it would be wise to think before speaking in this matter," Snape said quietly. Harry glared harder and struggled to sit up, his enlarged abdomen making it a Herculean task.
"Heavy with my son's child and yet you have the nerve to sleep with other men?" Lucius growled and sneered. Harry succeeded in righting himself, with Snape's inconspicuous help, and heaved himself to his feet to face his father-in-law.
"I was taking a nap! That is hardly sleeping with other men! And yes, it is quite heavy to be lugging this weight around. Why don't you try it sometime," Harry snarled.
"Lucius, is there a reason for you to be here at this time?" Snape interjected as he gracefully rose as well. "As it is obvious this isn't a pleasant social call."
"This is my property, I may visit it as often and at anytime I wish," the elder Malfoy said haughtily.
"Gods, will you stop rubbing it in our faces!" Harry growled. "Yes, yes, your house. We know!"
"Really?" Lucius drawled. "Then I would assume that you would show some respect while residing in it. Comport yourself as the spouse of a Malfoy. Not like a street trollop lying about in other men's laps."
"I was not acting like that! I was taking a nap in my own home!" Lucius opened his mouth and Harry made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. "Alright! Your home! Merlin, you are a bastard!"
