his worries already when he spotted another boy, clearly another first year, who also had an owl. Teddy went straight up to him and started asking him all about his owl and the other boy lit up with excitement. Draco smiled as he watched their exchange and the two boys scrambled into the nearest carriage together. Draco focused on Teddy and keeping his breathing even as he tried to keep his anxiety at bay.

Teddy’s face reappeared in the train window just at the train doors closed and Draco took in a shaky breath as his eyes welled up with tears. “A Malfoy never cries, and especially not in public.” His father’s voice echoed in his mind.

‘Stop that.’ Harry hissed behind his smile as he waved at Teddy. Draco frowned for a split second before he realised he was fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like a maniac. He stood stock still immediately and Harry shot him a strange look.

‘Sorry.’ Draco mumbled. “Malfoy’s don’t mumble!” His father’s voice came again. ‘Shut up Father!’ Draco whispered.

‘Christ, Draco. Will you get your act together? This is important.’ Harry said, turning to Draco. Draco looked at him and came right out with it; they were running out of time.

‘Harry, I know I’ve been an absolute shit, but I need you to help me here, for Teddy’s sake, please.’ He begged him. Harry’s expression softened, and he nodded. He reached out and grabbed Draco’s shaking hand, holding it tightly in his own and suddenly Draco felt like he could breathe again.

‘Thank you.’ He whispered. Teddy was grinning and waving frantically, and Draco managed to wave him off with a smile that was marginally less forced than he thought it would be. He focused on the feel of Harry’s hand in his own and at the very last second, Harry pulled Draco against his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.

All in all, it wasn’t the perfect send-off Draco had hoped for, but it was a fair amount better than he expected and as Teddy’s smiling little face disappeared into the distance, Draco held onto Harry with every fibre of his being.

Even after the train disappeared, Harry kept holding onto Draco. Draco wanted desperately to say something, but he didn’t want to break the spell and remind Harry that he hated Draco. He knew he’d been an arse and he didn’t deserve for Harry to be even fake nice to him, but he was selfish, and he wanted it.

‘I can’t believe he’s gone to Hogwarts.’ Harry said disbelievingly.

‘I know.’ Draco croaked hoarsely.

‘What was all that?’ Harry asked him. He loosened his grip on Draco’s waist and Draco’s heart dropped, but he didn’t pull away fully.

‘Harry, look, there’s a lot I need to tell you and it’s been a long timeing. I just don’t think I can do this today. With Ted going away and the fight we had and everything else I’ve got going on, it’s just too much right now. If you can just stop hating me long enough to let me get used to Teddy going, I promise I’ll tell you everything.’ He was rambling terribly, but he was finally done keeping secrets and finally done lying and Harry really did deserve to know the truth about it all, from beginning to end.

‘I can respect that, Draco.’ Harry said gently and Draco nearly fell apart. ‘For the record, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could make me hate you.’ It didn’t seem to matter what happened, Harry always had the capacity for iveness.

For once in who knew how long, Harry and Draco departed from King’s Cross Station as awkward and tentative friends. It was more than Draco could ask for, and far more than he deserved, but his grief at saying goodbye to his little wolf until Christmas was dulled just a little bit by the hope that he was finally about to be a mature adult and confront his relationship with his ex-husband.

‘We’re going out.’ Pansy said later that night when Draco’s mood hadn’t lifted all day.

‘Why?’ Draco said. He was curled up on the sofa hugging a cushion against his chest.

‘Because you’re absolutely miserable and I’m sick of looking at your stupid face.’ She said bluntly.

‘I see.’ Draco sighed. ‘And where exactly are you planning on taking me?’ He asked, although he wasn’t going to agree to go anyway.

‘Out. To a club. You need it.’

Draco rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t need to get laid, Pansy.’ He moaned, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

‘Yes, you do. Have you even slept with anyone since Harry?’

Draco shot her a death glare.

‘Of course I have Pansy, you utter tit.’ He said angrily. There had been a string of one- night stands in the earliest months of his divorce which he’d somehow managed to hide from everyone he knew. It had been fun at first, lowering his inhibitions and etting about everything for a while. Thepany staved off the loneliness and helped him relieve tension. After a while though, he woke up feeling even emptier than he had before. He never brought anyone to his own flat; it was much easier to sneak out of someone else’s bed in the early hours of the morning.

He really didn’t feel like going to all that effort today.

e on, Draco. You need to do something, and I didn’t take an expensive international portkey just to sit here and watch you mope like a child even younger than Teddy.’ She told him firmly. Sometimes Draco really hated Pansy, but he had to give the woman credit, she was always strangely motivating.

‘You know what? Fuck it. Let’s go.’ He said decisively.

And that is how Draco found himself in a muggle nightclub on a Thursday night.

The music was terrible and far too loud, and Draco had a buzzing in his ears that made it difficult to concentrate so he kept downing shots of Tequila until the lights blurred and he couldn’t tell his arse from his elbow. He’d lost Pansy who knows how long ago but he didn’t much care because he was having a great time. At least, he thought he was.

He was dancing with a faceless man who was supposed to be incredibly beautiful, but Draco couldn’t really see his face properly anymore. He had amazing dark hair, was wearing the tightest jeans Draco had ever seen—which left very little to the imagination—and smelled like heaven and Draco would be damned if he didn’t go home with this guy.

The man, Draco had already otten his name, was leaving an indecent amount of lovebites all over his neck and collar and whilst Draco had always found it horrifically tacky, he secretly revelled in the idea of showing up to work tomorrow and parading his marked skin in front of Harry. A sober Draco would’ve felt like a pathetic little worm for thinking such manipulative things, but drunk Draco had no such qualms. He pulled the stranger close to him and didn’t object when he felt his hands groping at his arse. If getting laid was what Pansy wanted him to do, then that’s exactly what he would do.

He could feel sweat trickling down his neck and for a moment he wished he was in a wizard club, so he could cast a cooling charm. Then he realised he was so smashed that even if he could get his wand out—Draco snorted aloud at that—he wouldn’t be in any state to cast a charm effectively.

e back to mine.’ The man whispered in his ear. Draco grinned despite the fact he couldn’t even see where he was going. He nodded, and the man dragged him off the dancefloor and out of the club. Draco couldn’t remember how he got from the club to the man’s house and he could’ve sworn he’d been outside the club one minute and a blink later he wasn’t.

They stumbled to the man’s room, dropping items of clothing throughout the house as they went, and Draco found he really didn’t give a shit about much else anymore. Why had he gone out in the first place? He really couldn’t remember. All he knew was that this stranger knew all the right things to say and all the right things to do, as if he could read Draco’s mind and it was absolutely thrilling. As they tumbled into bed together, Draco didn’t have a care in the world.

Draco stirred groggily the next morning. His head felt like a heard of Hippogriffs had trampled straight through it and he knew he was in deep shit. There was a warm weight pressed against his back and an arm slung over his waist. After every one-night stand Draco had ever had, he’d never woken up quite like this. Yes, there was often an arm slung over his waist, but it was lifeless and haphazard. This one held him tightly to the body behind him and he could feel a hand splayed over his stomach. Yes, he often woke up tangled with the person whose attention he’d caught the night before, but it was always half turned away from him. This body was pressed hard against his back, like it was desperately trying to cocoon him. He could feel hot, even breaths coasting across the side of his neck and his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Whoever this stranger was, they held him like he really mattered.

He couldn’t remember a thing from the night before. He’d been at a muggle club. Ok, he’d never slept with a muggle before, so it couldn’t have been a one night stand repeated. He’d gone out with Pansy. That meant that he’d probably gone to a club he’d never been to either. He’d been to a muggle club before but been too afraid to sleep with a muggle in case in his drunken haze he slipped up and used some form of magic. He couldn’t figure out what was bugging him about the whole thing.

He turned over as slowly and carefully as he could possibly do so, not knowing if his bed partner was a heavy or light sleeper. Normally, he’d have gotten straight out of bed, collected his things and gone, without a second look. This was different; he was hurting from saying his goodbyes the day before, and he’d be so alone when he left that he just wanted to soak in this feeling, even if it was fake affection. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight he saw.

Because, as Draco turned over, the sleeping face of his ex-husband was on the pillow, right next to his. It had been so long since Draco had been lucky enough to witness this that he couldn’t even be angry. The air was knocked out of his lungs as he took in the sight before him.

Harry’s skin was a light shade of gold. It wasn’t dark, not at all, butpared to Draco’s own porcelain skin, Harry always looked so warm. He was still sporting that designer stubble Draco was beginning to love on him, and had the circumstances been different, nothing would’ve stopped Draco from nipping and biting his way along Harry’s sharp, cut-from-marble jawline.

Draco’s eyes roamed across Harry’s open and sleeping face. He ran a finger lightly down his strong, straight nose and across his smooth cheek. Draco’s heart swelled with both gratitude and sadness. He thought about all the times he’d woken up to this and never appreciated it, how grateful he was that he’d get one more chance to do it now. But there was also a sadness, that this would be the last time.

He ran a hand through Harry’s hair and marvelled at how soft it always was despite looking coarse and messy all the time. He’d always loved playing with Harry’s hair when they’d been together,

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