All My Life ~ Drarry Fanfiction

Chapter Five

Months passed by, the Hogsmeade trip was around the corner. Harry idly wondered whether he should go, too. Neville was always anxious to go to his wife, check up on her as much as he can, now that she's pregnant. Harry was certain he'd use this trip to take care of her and keep her company.

Meanwhile, Albus and Scorpius were already huddled together, brainstorming ideas to bring their parents together. Albus was trying to convince Scorpius to bring his dad with him to Hogsmeade. Scorpius didn't exactly jump at the idea.

'You know how he is, Albus. Plus, he'd find it weird if I just asked him to join me just this once!'

'He's your dad, Scorpius! How weird can it get? It's hard for me, too! I'm not James or Teddy, he'll find it suspicious, too. But mostly happy. So will your dad.'

Scorpius still wasn't sold, 'And what if he asks about you? He'll expect you to keep me company and would excuse himself.'

Albus frowned, thinking hard. 'You tell Draco that I have some notes to go through with Dad and that I'll meet you in Hogsmeade. Ask him to keep you company till then, for a walk or something.'

'You're not gonna give up on this, are you?' sighed Scorpius heavily, looking convinced.

'Even if I did, you wouldn't. You just don't know that yet.'

Scorpius did know. His dad wouldn't admit it, but being on decent terms with Harry has drastically improved his life. Even in ways he either didn't want or meant to. He was just more cautious than Albus, who was ready to jump at the next shiny idea. But he left it at that.

As left the Slytherin common room and walked down the Great Hall, he could almost feel the judgement poring out of other students. A Slytherin Potter and his best friend, the Death Eater's son. He was obviously used to it by now, and Albus more so. He knew it was stupid to let them get inside his head, believe their stupid rumors. But that didn't stop him from being insecure.

Albus knew Scorpius would never be impervious to these rumors, whatever act he puts on. He slung his hand over his shoulder pulling him closer, an open sign of support. Scorpius smiled.

They soon stood near the staircase and parted ways, one to the Defense Against Dark Arts class, the other to Potions.

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Draco was wrapping up the ingredients that remained from the last potion. He skillfully covered them in animal hide using four precise steps he learned from his Godfather and stored them in his cupboard.

Scorpius stood outside the door, nervous. It wasn't just because of fear of failing. His dad just generally made him nervous, even though he hadn't really done anything to warrant such anxiety.

He knocked twice on the door and stood patiently. He heard a faint, 'Come in.' and opened the door. He stepped in lightly and closed the door.

Draco was surprised to see his son standing near the door and broke out in a smile. 'Hello, Scorpius. Want to help me put away these ingredients?'

He smiled back and nodded, relived he'd have a few minutes before doing the actual talking. He lived for moments like these, when they were both in a relatively good mood, doing what they liked the best. Scorpius soon summoned all his courage and tentatively looked at his father.

'Hogsmeade trip is coming up soon.'

Draco looked at his son, puzzled.
'I know. You'll be going with Albus, right?'

'Actually, he said he has a few things to do before leaving for the trip. Something about going through his DADA notes with Harry. So, I was wondering whether you'd go with me, for a walk before we meet Albus on the way.'

Draco too, much like Harry, was thinking of not going to the trip. And then he looked at his son, his silver eyes, much like his, filled with hope. Draco felt a rush of warmth inside and grinned. 'Of course, Scorpius. We'll leave together.'

On the other side of the castle, Albus felt equally lucky. His father had positively beamed at the suggestion and agreed immediately.

The Slytherin duo slept soundly that night, with huge grins etched on their faces, filled to brim with excitement.

***

The week soon passed and the day soon rolled by. Neville, being the Debuty Headmaster, was leading students - except for Albus and Scorpius - through the front gate, forming queues with Argus Filch, who stood way back with a handful of detectors.

Just so they don't bump into each other sooner than planned, Albus decided to walk with Harry through the scenic route around the lake while Scorpius and Draco wandered around the shops, looking at various trinkets and other commodities.

Soon half an hour was up, Albus and Scorpius steered their father towards the Three Broomsticks, neither of them knowing what was in store for them.

Albus saw his best friend and he called out his name. Scorpius grinned and hurried over, his father walking leisurely, not far behind.

'Hello, Scorpius', greeted Harry while Scorpius beamed at him, 'Hello, Malfoy.'

'Potter. Albus.' nodded Draco, tilting his head in recognition. Harry snorted. 'The way you greet people, Malfoy, they'd think you were an aristocrat straight out of the 80s'

Draco smirked, 'But I am an aristocrat, although not straight out of the 80s. I have much better style.' Harry rolled his eyes, smiling. He looked around him and saw that Albus and Scorpius had already vanished to Merlin knows where.

'Fancy a drink, Potter?' asked Draco, already moving towards a table situated in a much secluded spot. By the time he reached the table, Draco had already pulled out a chair for him to sit. The gesture was oddly sweet, and Harry found himself slightly pink in the face, his mind going overdrive.

'Look at you, Harry, blushing like a schoolgirl on her first date. And yet you have doubts on who you are, and most importantly, who you like.' his subconscious sneered.

'Shut up!' muttered Harry lightly, not knowing he had spoken out. Draco arched a perfect eyebrow at Harry, making him flustered.

'Nothing. I didn't mean you. Voice in my head...'

'The Chosen One finally going daft, is he? Is this about your epic secret heartache that no one knows about?' asked an amused Draco, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Draco had not been unmindful about the way Harry blushed when Draco pulled his chair out for him. The sight was so cute, he nearly cooed. And then Draco remembered about Harry's current affair, and that was enough to put out his mood.

Five minutes alone with Draco and Harry had already rolled his eyes twice. How was he to to spend an entire evening with such an insufferable git?

'But you don't really mind, do you? As long he is your insufferable git?' said a smug voice in his head.

No. No he didn't.

Merlin's polka dot underpants, what is he getting himself into?

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A/N:

Happy Friday my favourite Drarries!
It's been too long since another Drarry moment, don't you think?
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