. You promised me coffee.”

Harry froze. The voice was painfully familiar, and yet he had never heard it sound so… fond?

He lifted his head and blinked. Even without his glasses, he could tell that it was definitely Malfoy lying next to him, his fine blond hair falling into his eyes as he looked back at Harry with a small smile on his face. Maybe he was dreaming. Or he was still stuck at the bottom of the basement and Malfoy was dreaming. Or both.

“Er,” Harry said. Then, “Where are my glasses?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t get that drunk last night. They’re on the bedside table, as usual.”

Harry sat up quickly and had to bite back a shriek. Malfoy was right, there his glasses were, resting neatly on a bedside table. Which was at the side of a bed, which he was very much in. With Malfoy. Naked. Oh, so very naked. Harry could feel the long length of Malfoy’s leg where it was nestled between his own, could feel cool air against his sweaty skin where it had been pressed against Malfoy’s chest. Harry reached over to snag his glasses— maybe everything would make sense once he could see properly—and winced as a twinge made itself known from his thigh to his lower back.

And then he froze, again, because oh good God, that wasn’t an ache from falling down some stairs, that was…that was from something else entirely.

“What the fuck,” Harry said, and shoved his glasses onto his face. He nearly crawled out of his skin when he felt an arm snake around his waist and Malfoy pulled him back down onto the pillows with a chuckle.

“Was I too rough with you last night?” He practically purred into Harry’s ear, his breath on Harry’s neck making him shiver. “In my defence, you were begging for it.”

Malfoy’s teeth nipped Harry’s earlobe, and Harry clamped his lips against a high pitched shriek. The noise turned into a surprised moan as he felt Malfoy’s hand slide down his stomach anding far too close to where Harry was very definitely still naked.

“Mal-”

“Daddy! Papa!”

Harry didn’t know whether to scream in shock or sigh in relief as Malfoy pulled away his hand and sat up next to him. Harry searched the room wildly for the source of the new— and extremely high—voice, and the next second he had a tiny knee connecting with his bollocks and an armful of something very small with grabby little hands and wild long dark hair.

“What the f-”

He was cut off again by Malfoy slamming his hand against Harry’s mouth, before reaching out to drag the small squirming bundle onto his own lap. “Lissa, don’t climb on your daddy so early in the morning, you know he’s a grumpy git when he first wakes up.”

The little girl—at least, that’s what Harry thought she was—squealed in delight as Malfoy tipped her backwards and began tickling her stomach.

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Lissa, you promised you wouldn’t disturb them,” came another familiar voice from the doorway, this one tinged with frustration. Harry looked up and stared at Ginny as she beckoned to the little girl. “I’m so sorry, w

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