I know y'all wanted a part 2 of the previous chapter but I won't do one because it was meant to be an open/ambiguous ending. Anyways, enjoy!
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"You're dating Draco Malfoy?!" James looked at him with the utmost betrayal. "Why-" he sighed. "Harry, I have no qualms about your sexuality, you know that but there are lots of other guys that you can date. Why that brat?" Harry lowered his gaze and he shifted from foot to foot. Lily watched them from the kitchen with an understanding expression. Remus just frowned from the couch while Sirius eyed Harry calculatingly.
"He made me feel normal, Dad," Harry answered weakly. "He doesn't worship me like any other people. He doesn't take my shit and he's the only one that won't hesitate to put me back in place. Every other guys or girl, they only want me because of my fame. Because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco..." he trailed off, blushing. "He makes me feel like I'm just Harry. He loves me even when I'm not that smart. He loves me even when I dress ridiculously. He loves me even when I'm emotionally unstable sometimes."
"Oh Harry," James breathed out, pulling him into a tight hug. "I never knew you felt that way, son." Harry hugged him back with a small smile. "It's okay, Dad. I'm getting better. Draco..." he hesitated.
"Draco is special to me. He's one of my best friends too."
"Then bring him for dinner tonight," Lily winked. "I want to see my future son-in-law." Harry sputtered as he pulled away, looking at his mother with wide eyes. "S-Son- Mom, that's like... in 4 hours!" he squeaked.
"Well, what your mother says, goes, Harry," Sirius smirked. James and Remus snickered at the same time. "Chop chop, kiddo." Harry groaned and ran off to tell Draco via Floo.
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"Hello, Mr and Mrs Potter. Hello, Professor Lupin and Mr Black," Draco greeted them with a shy polite smile. "I brought a gift," he handed them over to Lily. "It's a Bordeaux wine."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to bring us anything you know. You're a guest," he said but Draco just smiled teasingly at him. "Exactly. I'm a guest visiting. I should bring a gift. It's called mannerism, Mr Black. I'm sure you and Mr Potter would know."
Harry snickered when Lily grimaced while looking at him. "You have more manners than they do, dear," she smirked and Draco's smile turned to a smirk to match hers. "Mother sends you her regards," he softened. "She said it would be a pleasure to meet you again and have you over for tea sometimes at the Manor," he added. Lily smiled gently at him and pecked his cheek. "I would love to, my dear. I'll owl Cissy tomorrow."
"Now come, let's sit," she ushered everyone to the kitchen. "I hope you'd like it. I cooked some French cuisine because Harry told me you love the food." Draco's expression turned surprised and he looked at a bashful looking Harry. "You remembered? I thought you weren't... listening to what I said." The Potter heir turned bright red. "I was... a little distracted with your enthusiasm. Your mother was the one who told me about it."
"You looked so excited and bright. I just remembered staring at you, trying to memorise every one of your expressions," he fiddled with his thumb. Draco chuckled and leaned close to peck his cheek. Harry turned into a brighter shade of red when his family looked at him with matching grins. "You're such a dork, Potter."
"But I'm your dork."
"That you are," Draco said fondly.
Dinner was filled with pleasant conversations between them and soon enough, James had to admit that he rather like the young Malfoy. He could see that he was good for his son.
