"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

Draco read the words, but couldn't believe them. "Fuck me standing. They actually did it."

Pansy's perfectly tweezed eyebrows rose high enough to touch her fringe. She took the invitation from Draco's hand and deposited it back into her pocket. "Don't tell me you didn't know about this."

"I... Scorpius might have mentioned it in passing, but I thought... hell, I thought it was a phase! It's not the first time he's gone off and sworn his undying love. The boy's had more relationships in the last five years than I've had in my entire life!"

"Draco, your son is getting married!"

"No, he's not." Draco shook his head wildly, snatching the invitation from Pansy's pocket. "He's just... not. Trust me."

Before Pansy had a chance to say another word he Apparated away.

~~~

Draco tugged off his gloves and shoved the invitation under Potter's nose. "What exactly is this, Potter?"

Potter looked at it for a moment before lifting his eyes. "What do you think it is, Malfoy?" Potter stared at him with those ridiculously wide eyes as if he were the one being obtuse.

"You can't... you don't approve of this, surely?"

"They've been planning it for months." The prat had the nerve to laugh before he stopped suddenly, his eyes going even wider. "You didn't know? Scorpius didn't—" He cocked his head to one side before his lips thinned into a line as though he were trying not to laugh. "You really didn't know, did you?"

"Of course I didn't know, you simple-minded oaf."

Potter leaned back in his oversized Ministry chair, with his hands linked behind his head, looking ridiculously smug. Draco wanted to hex him. "What do you plan to do about it?" he asked instead.

"I plan to go to the wedding, have a bit too much wine, and dance like no one's watching."

"Potter! I'm being serious!"

"I am too." He laughed again. The arrogant arse. "They're getting married, Draco. Not committing suicide."

"Same thing. You know that." Draco was unsure how to make it any clearer. This was the beginning of the end. "Besides, marriage is for heterosexual breeders, and the last I checked there will be no breeding between the two of them, so what's the point?"

"Er... maybe because they love each other?"

"One has nothing to do with the other. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"

"Because you don't want the cow giving milk to anyone else?"

"Oh, please. Marriage won't stop that." Draco gave him a rather pointed look. "You know that, too."

Harry rubbed his temples as though he were getting a headache. "You're still a self-centred bastard, aren't you?"

"Why would you think otherwise? Now how do you plan to fix this? Because it's entirely your fault."

"My fault? How exactly is this my fault?"

"You introduced them." Draco crossed his arms over his chest and glared. The rude prat hadn't even asked him to sit.

"They met when they were eleven, Draco. Why would you think—"

"Yes, but they hated each other then. You're the one who sent them out on that ridiculous Niffler chase of a stakeout and that's where this—" Draco waved his arms wildly trying to express what he couldn't explain, "—started."

"They're Auror partners. That's what Auror partners do. And whatever this—" Potter waved his arms in a ridiculous motion that was nothing like what Draco had done, "—is that you're talking about, would have happened regardless of whether they got stuck in an abandoned warehouse for two days or not. They're in love, Draco. They're happy. And quite honestly, I think they're perfect for each other."

Draco sighed. Clearly, he would have to fight this battle alone.

~~~

Draco sat at his desk trying to pretend he had no idea what day it was. He'd tried every trick he could think of to curtail Scorpius' horrendous error in judgement, but it had all failed. He'd even stooped as far as attempting to appeal to Weasley's hatred for all things Malfoy, but apparently Scorpius had Imperioed him, because he'd echoed Potter's opinions. The man still obviously couldn’t think for himself.

"Dad, you're coming, aren't you?"

Scorpius looked down at him with those trusting grey eyes and Draco wanted to hex him. "I don't think that I will," he answered instead.

Scorpius had the nerve to grin. "You're not still angry with me, are you?"

"Of course not. Why on earth would I be angry?" Draco scowled and took another sip of whatever hideous alcohol he'd grabbed when the bourbon had gone dry. "It's not as though you went out of your way to ensure I didn't know you were getting married until two weeks before the wedding."

"I thought I'd save you the... frustration of planning such a grand event, remember?"

Draco rolled his eyes. Stupid, stubborn, arrogant brat. "You're making a horrible mistake."

Scorpius grinned and held out his tie. He'd never learnt to tie the damn things. Draco took it and stood, feeling a bit wobbly on his feet. "It's not too late to change your mind, you know."

"I'm not changing my mind, Dad. I've never been more certain of anything. You'll be there, right?"

"No," Draco answered as he tied his son's tie.

Scorpius chuckled. "I'll see you at seven. Don't be late. And do not make a scene."

Draco rolled his eyes again and watched his son Floo away with a ridiculous smile on his face.

~~~

Thankfully, Scorpius had the good sense to stock the bar with Draco's favourite bourbon. He may have had to watch his son throw his life away, but at least he hadn't had to do it sober.

"Scorpius sent me over to keep you from falling off your stool."

Draco turned to give Potter what he hoped was a scornful look. It was hard to be sure since his entire face seemed to be a bit numb for some odd reason. He looked out onto the dance floor where Potter had just been doing the perfect imitation of the giant squid in a typhoon. "A bit of advice, if I may, Potter. There really are people watching."

The prat laughed. "You know, I think I've finally sorted out why you're so unhappy about—" Potter flailed his hands again, looking even more ridiculous than he had the last time, "—this."

"Oh, please do tell, wise and magnificent one." Draco took another large gulp of drink, hoping Potter was actually a figment of his drunken imagination.

"Come here," he said, practically dragging Draco from his comfortable stool. "I'll show you."

"Unhand me, you uncouth beast." Draco considered hexing the man, but it seemed a difficult task since his balance currently required all of his attention. He tried to pull away, but his hands seemed to tighten around Potter's luxuriously soft dress robe instead. Perhaps he'd had a bit too much to drink.

"Shut up and stop wiggling." Potter manhandled him across the room and into what appeared to be a coat closet.

"What the hell—?" Draco fully intended to finish his sentence as soon as Potter's lips gave him the chance, but somehow he forgot what he was going to say and just whimpered instead. Fuck, he was never drinking bourbon again, because clearly it had poisoned him. There was no other explanation for the rush of heat that engulfed his body.

When Potter's lips finally left his, a warm hand took their place. Draco tried to complain, but he wasn't entirely sure what he was protesting. Instead, he glared.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." Potter enunciated every syllable. Obviously, he'd had a bit too much to drink as well.

He waved his wand and the wall next to them shimmered and seemed to disappear. On the other side, Scorpius leaned against the door in a state of undress, being thoroughly mauled by none other than Albus Potter. "Take a good look, Draco," Potter whispered into his ear, his voice sounding oddly throaty. Draco had no intention of watching his son do... anything, and tried to voice it, but Potter's hand tightened against his mouth. "Remind you of anyone?"

Draco tried to answer, "No!" but it just came out as a muffled groan. Thankfully, the wall went back to normal before Draco had to witness anything more than groping.

"You can't stand to see your son with Al because it reminds you of something you think you can never have."

The insinuation made Draco's blood boil. He opened his mouth and bit.

"Fuck," Harry growled and pulled his hand away. Draco smirked.

"There's nothing I can't have," Draco hissed, pushing away from the wall so quickly it made his head spin. He wasn't sure how he ended up pressing Potter against the wall or how his tongue ended up in Potter's mouth or how Potter's hands ended up tearing at Draco's robes making buttons cascade in all directions. Fuck, the poison in the bourbon must have been potent because Draco felt like his skin was on fire.

"God, Draco. Fuck, I want... wanted for so long... please."

Draco stumbled when Potter pushed him away. He was about to criticize the prat for his deplorable behaviour, but the sound of Potter's knees hitting the ground with a dull thud made him forget. He caught himself with his hands against the wall while Potter's fingers fumbled with his belt for an eternity. When Potter's lips finally wrapped around his cock, surrounding it in slippery heat, he thought for once in his life Potter was making perfect sense. "Yes, fuck, yes." Bloodyfuckinghell, but Potter could suck cock.

Draco tried to balance himself, spreading his legs as much as he could with his trousers halfway down his thighs. He threaded his fingers through the mass of black Potter liked to call hair and held on tightly, but just as Draco felt the heat of his impending orgasm sweep through his body the bloody tease stopped. Draco looked down to curse him to nine levels of hell, but the words evaporated on his lips. Potter had somehow lost his glasses, and the bright green eyes looking up at him burned like fire.

"I want you to fuck me," Potter said, his voice deep and scratchy.

Draco felt a growl start in his chest and roar up his throat like a speeding train. His fingers tightened in Potter's hair and he tugged. Potter took the hint and scrambled to his feet, kissing Draco more thoroughly than he could ever remember being kissed by anyone. He heard the clang of a belt buckle hitting the floor and immediately felt the silky smooth skin of Harry's cock against his hip. Potter nudged him away, his wand in his hand. Draco couldn't help but tense at the sight. He'd been on the wrong end of that wand before, and he'd never forgotten it.

"Shh," Potter whispered, the tenderness in his voice so foreign to Draco he didn't know how to respond. Potter raised his wand and waved it at one of the coat racks. Without even a whispered word, it transformed into a dark mahogany desk, not unlike the ones Draco remembered from Hogwarts.

"Show off."

Potter smiled. His eyes, still dark and fiery, held a hint of amusement. "This one's much more impressive," he said as he waved his wand again. Nothing happened, and Draco almost opened his mouth to mock him for it, but then Harry moved to the broad desk and leaned over, propping his elbows on the desk as he looked back over his shoulder. "Any day now would be good."

Potter's arse was in the air, begging to be fucked, and Draco decided the taunting could wait until later. He took two steps to the desk and spread Potter's cheeks open, surprised to see his gaping hole slick and inviting. Potter had turned away, his forehead resting on the desk atop his folded hands. Draco pushed Potter's robe away from his back, running his hands up the smooth skin. Somehow, it didn't feel right.

"No," Draco said, his voice shaky. He tugged on one of Potter's thighs and flipped him over. If he was going to fuck Harry Potter in a coat closet, he was damn well going to make sure Potter knew it was him. Draco thought he'd be annoyed, but instead, Potter's lips turned up into a glorious smile. He scooted closer, his arse perfectly positioned on the edge of the desk, and Draco wondered just how often he'd done this. Obviously enough to know exactly what he was doing. The thought made Draco's chest tighten. He moved forward, his cock resting against Potter's arse, and draped himself over Potter to steal another kiss. It was awkward, but Potter's arms wrapped around him and Potter whimpered against his lips, and arched upward, rubbing his cock against Draco's stomach, leaving a slick trail.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?"

Draco wasn't sure what caused it, but Potter's hands clenched tightly around his robes and he bucked up almost frantically. "Now, you fucking tease before you make me come all over you."

It was a good enough answer. Draco positioned his cock at Harry's hole and pressed in, and fuck, it had been a very long time since Draco had worried about coming too soon. He tried to think of something appropriately horrifying, but Potter was looking up at him with such openness and trust that he couldn't think of anything else.

"Move," Potter whispered, his eyes fixed on Draco as if he couldn't look away.

Potter's legs were slippery against his hands and Draco's shirttail kept getting in the way, but every deep thrust elicited a different sound from Potter's lips. He tried to catalogue them all in his mind so he could replay them later in his fantasies.

"Fuck, Draco." Potter reached up and fisted Draco's shirt, hauling him down for a messy, undignified kiss. Draco had expected it to throw off his rhythm and ruin everything, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, and his orgasm ripped through him almost unexpectedly. He lay draped over Potter for what seemed like forever, his cock softening in Potter's arse, Potter's come sticky on his stomach, arms and legs in awkward positions as though he'd just fallen from his broom. He didn't want to move, so he didn't. He closed his eyes and buried his face into the crook of Potter's neck, pretending he had nowhere else to be.

~~~

"There you are." Draco turned towards Scorpius' voice, still feeling a bit dazed. "We were looking for you two so we could say goodbye before we left. Where were you?"

Draco turned on his stool and looked at Potter, who was, predictably, blushing like a schoolgirl. Draco grinned. "I was in the market for a cow. I might have found one worthy of purchase."

Potter burst out laughing.

Scorpius and Al exchanged confused looks.

"Okay, then. No more bourbon for you," Scorpius said in that reprimanding tone he always used when Draco was being especially foolish. "Harry, you wouldn't mind seeing that he gets home all right, would you?"

Potter smiled, his eyes sparkling with something that almost stole Draco's breath.

"No problem, Scorp," he said as he met Draco's eyes. "It would be my pleasure."

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