True Feelings

Part 4: Hot Malfoys

"Albus are you ever going to come out of your room," Harry said to his son threw a closed door. Albus didn't respond and Harry went downstairs into the livingroom.

"Any luck?" James was watching a show that Harry had never seen on the large T.V. they owned.

"No, he didn't respond at all. All I was doing was joking around. God, you'd think he'd know by now." James laughed and got a glare from his father. James stopped laughing and got up to grab a pop from the fridge and threw one to his father.

"Maybe he was just scared and wasn't ready to come out yet." James said and opened his coke at the same time as his father and looked back at the T.V.

"Well I wouldn't of cared if he was gay or not, I mean Malfoys are pretty hot." Not realizing what he was saying Harry continues to talk as his son spits out the pop he just had. "I mean Draco, damn isn't he fine."

"Dad!" James looks up to his dad after hearing information from him for the very first time. At that moment Harry realizes what he just said to his son.

"Shit!" Harry stares back at his son and they just stand there in an awkward silence for a couple minutes until Albus come down stairs.

"Whats going on, why is it so quit?" Albus looks from his father to his brother and back to his father.

"Albus did you know that dad was..." Harry rushes over to James and places his hand in front of his mouth to stop him from speaking.

"Dad was what?" Albus looks at his father and brother very confused.

"Nothing Albus." Harry gave a weak smile and gave James a warning glare before removing his hand from his son's mouth. Albus looked at his father wondering whether to press further or not. "So you've decided to come down from your room," Harry says trying to change to conversation.

"Well I'm hungry because I didn't have breakfast." Albus walks to the kitchen to make a sandwich and a phone starts to ring as he finishes. It was his father's phone and the number was unknown. Albus decided that he should just answer it even though it was his father's phone.

"Hello."

"Hi, is this Harry Potter." Albus heard a somewhat familiar voice talk through the phone.

"No, but this is his son. Who is this?"

"This is Draco Malfoy, may I speak to your father." Albus drops the phone and his sandwich onto that floor. "Hello, you there? Hello?" Draco keeps talking into the phone after hearing a loud thud. Harry walks into the kitchen and sees his phone on the floor and looks up at his son.

"What happened?" Albus runs back to his room to get away from his father once again. Harry picks up his phone and speaks into it.

"Hello."

"Hello, are you Harry Potter?"

"Yes and who's this?" Harry doesn't recognize the voice belongs to his crush since Hogwarts.

"This is Draco, Draco Malfoy," Draco says in a playful tone. Harry just stares at his wall in horry. "Hello, Harry? You Still there."

"Yeah. were you just talking to my son?" Harry asks as he throws the sandwich that was on the floor away.

"Yah, he answered the phone, and then I heard a thud and that's really all."

"Oh god." Harry says as he puts his palm to his forehead.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, but how did you get my number."

"Got it from your friend Weasly."

"Why would he give my number to you."

"Because I told him I wanted it."

"And he just gave it to you."

"Yah"

"Anyway why'd you call."

"Because I wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner at some point so we can 'talk' some more." An evil smile forms on Harry's face as a plan forms in his mind.

"Sure, but is ok if I bring my two sons and you have your son there."

"That's fine, but why? I had some other plans in mind."

"Trust me this will be just as fun."

"Ok, so see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Harry hangs up and chuckles at his own thoughts.