forgotten. - a drarry fanfiction

Chapter 1

"Draco, darling," a kind voice whispered into Draco's ear, air tickling him awake.

He groaned in protest as the harsh light flooded his peacefully dark vision.

"It's morning love," a kiss was planted on his lips. "Wake up."

Draco opened his eyes, adjusting to the light quickly. He smiled as his lover, who was bent over his face, chest exposed, a goofy smile triumphing over his lips.

"Harry, what time is it?"

"Like 7. Now it's time to get up. I'll make up some breakfast."

Draco's arms snaked around Harry's waist, pulling their naked chests flush against one another.

"Too early. Why don't we just snog until I'm fully awake?" he suggested, blond eyebrows like worms wiggling against his forehead.

"I would never turn down a good snog," Harry agreed, pushing their lips together in one common movement.

They did this for a while. Harry on top of Draco, hands exploring open skin, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Then their door shot open to reveal a disheveled 10 year old in the doorway.

"GROSS!" The boy screeched, slamming the door closed once again.

The two men burst into laughter, Harry scrambling off of his husband.

"Scorp! Come back!" Harry pleaded through episodes of giggling.

"Are you guys done sucking face in there?" Scorpius questioned from the other side of the wood.

"All done!" Draco yelled back.

"For now," his husband added quietly.

The blond sent him a wink as the door slowly peaked open, an eye shown through the small crack, checking if the coast was clear. The door slid all the way open a few seconds later.

Scorpius looked just like Draco. Blond hair, pale skin, all the way down to the way he stood, like he owned the place. But when he smiled, he was the spitting image of Harry Potter. Smile lopsided and confident. He laughed like Harry, too. And flew like Harry, and talked like Harry, and joked like Harry. His personality was totally Potter, cosmetically, he was totally Malfoy.

"I was just going to ask if papa was going to make breakfast. I'm hungry. "

Draco glanced at Harry (papa), before looking back at his son.

"I can. What would you like?" The raven haired boy asked the younger.

"Pancakes," he stated matter-of-factly, as if that was the stupidest question Harry had ever asked.

"I'll be on my way then. Pancakes are the only mission on my mind," Harry said while walking out of the bedroom. But not before planting a quick kiss on Scorpius's blond locks.

Draco turned to fish for a shirt in his drawers.

"Daddy?" the young boy questioned, finding the foot of the bed to sit on.

"Yes, son?"

"When do I get to be a wizard?"

Draco quickly pulled a random shirt over his head, not sure if it was his or Harry's, before sitting down next to his child.

"You already are a wizard, Scorp," he tried to explain. "You will go to Hogwarts when you are 11 to learn more about magic. There you'll get to learn how to use your magic, how to control it."

"But I don't want to leave you and papa!" he pleaded. "Can't you guys just teach me yourselves?"

The older blond wrapped his arm around the younger's shoulder.

"It'll be good. Some of my best memories were made at that school. Plus think of all the friends you'll make! There's Rose and Hugo, of course, and we can't forget Teddy. Plus so many new people you can meet. Hogwarts is where I met your Papa," he tried to comfort his now teary-eyed son.

"I know," he sniffled. "B-but I just don't want to leave." His head cuddled into closer to his father.

"It'll be okay, Scorp. You get to visit us all the time. It'll be okay. Merlin knows neither Papa nor myself would make a very good teacher. But the ones there are brilliant. It's the best place to grow up. And you will always know how much Papa and I love you, right? We love you so much Scorpius James Potter. So, so much. We can write everyday."

They sat for a while in silence, before the two boys detached from one another, standing up off the bed, both smiling.

"Now, what do you say we go get some pancakes?"

Scorpius's smile grew immensely.

"Race you?" He asked, mischievous hue overtaking his normally sweet features. How Slytherin of him.

"You're on," Draco said with the same tone, his son running off before he could even say 'go!'

They sprinted out of the room down the stairs, Scorpius just ahead of his dad, barely making it to the kitchen before Draco.

"I win! I win!" He celebrated to himself.

Draco laughed at his son's little dance.

"What did I tell you two about running around the house?" Harry's serious voice interrupted the laughing and celebrations.

The two blond boys stood straight up facing the shirtless, dark haired chef.

They quieted down and stood innocently, sending puppy dog eyes to Harry, looking nearly identical in Harry's words.

"Sorry Papa, won't happen again," Scorpius lied. They all knew it would.

"Yeah, sorry love, but it totally will happen again," Draco added.

Harry's features softened as he fell into a soft laughter, flipping the golden pancake in front of him.

Scorpius immediately went to the short stack of already cooked cakes, piling three smaller ones onto his plate, and toppling the toppings all over. Draco crossed to the other side of the counter, standing behind his husband and wrapping his arms around his naked waist.

He placed a secret kiss on a purple bruise on the shorter's neck.

Harry groaned quietly.

"Dray. I'm trying to cook, here."

"I'm supposed to kiss the chef, mind you," the blond reasoned.

"I guess we do have enough pancakes here already." Harry responded, flipping the now cooked pancake on the top of the stack.

He turned in his husbands arm, kissing him softly, but not for too long as they were visible to their son.

As they pulled away, Draco said, "Okay. Now pancakes," with the biggest smile on his face.

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I've had this written for a while. I guess I'm finally posting it. Let me know what you think in the comments. <3 you