Mine {Drarry}

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The next morning, Draco almost ran into the wall on his way to get Scorpius' letter. Sure it had only been a day. Maybe less, but he rarely let Scorpius too far out of his sight. He refused to allow his son to get hurt because people didn't like him.

He finally let the owl in with minimal effort and untied Scorp's letter. As he read it he smiled but he couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face.

He noticed Scorpius' quick fix of Harry's name and bit back a sob. Of course he had seen Harry on the platform. It was one of the reasons he parted from Scorpius to hide out in the bathroom. He knew Harry would spot his son and try to help him in case anything went wrong. There was definitely something to be said about Potter's unwavering need to save people. He continued reading and rolled his eyes. There was something entirely different to be said about his need to love them as well. Draco knew Potter cared about Scorpius before, but to hear (or read in this case he supposed) that Pott-Harry still cared? It made him feel worse about pushing the love of his life away.

He stood abruptly at the thought before pulling out his wand and summoning what he would need to write a response to his son.

Scorp,

I'm glad you're happy. And I'm even happier that you were able to break the Malfoy chain and do something you value more than almost anything: learn. I wish you the best of luck at school. You don't have to write everyday, but I would like frequent updates on how you're getting along. Tell all of your teachers I say hello and if you see Mr. Potter-
and
It was Draco's turn to make an effort. He scratched through the title as if he knew it would hurt Harry to be referred to as such and continued.

- if you see your Papa-

He scratched it out again. He just wasn't going to mention it. Something he remembered about picking at old wounds and whatnot.

Don't forget that I love you Scorpius.

- D. Malfoy

He calmly called over Scorp's owl and gave it a few pats on the back. He gave it a few owl treats before he sent it back with his own letter. He was about to start on breakfast when the floo lit up. He had long since stop using his muggle phone. The only people who talked to him were his parents, Blaise and Pansy. He had been sure he had hidden himself from any and everyone else.

He walked towards his fireplace and looked around for any sign that someone was going to call him, a misplaced letter or something. When he found nothing he approached the fireplace uneasily before spelling the floo open then gripping his wand tightly as he waited to see who would come out. He almost fainted when that mop of black hair stumbled through. When Harry had finally found his stability he seemed to know exactly where Draco's eyes were because the next second he was swimming in those pools of mercury he missed so much.

Before Draco could shut himself down a tear fell from his eye and Harry had engulfed him in a hug before standing slightly on his toes and capturing the blonde's mouth in a kiss. The kiss felt as though the world only consisted of them. It was fluid and soft, but rough in all the ways they needed it to be. Harry's calloused hands held Draco by the waist as tightly as he could get away with. Draco's slim fingers were locked into the raven locks pulling Harry so much closer. They kissed as though they wanted to devour the other just to keep them forever.

"If you ever do that to me again-" Harry started with his eyes closed still breathing against Draco's mouth.

"I'm so sorry," Draco breathed back before pulling Harry in for another kiss. When they're mouths were properly bruised and swollen Harry gave him a chaste kiss before moving back.