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And Again ::Sequel to Face Down::	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Look at that it's only been 8 years since I last updated this story. But, I knew I'd pick it back up eventually. I would like to apologize for the long wait, but my mental health has not been in a good place. It just seems like the older I get, the worse my anxiety gets.

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, so glad you and your family could join us.” Kingsley Shacklebolt, the current Minister of Magic, shook Draco’s hand as he greeted him. He then seemed to realize that someone was missing from the group. “Where is Harry?”

“Unfortunately, Harry couldn’t make it tonight.” Draco then gave him a brief explanation of the situation. “I pretty much know what Harry was going to say, so we figured I’d apologize for his absence and make his speech for him”

Kingsley smiled supportively. “Of course, that is completely understandable. Now, who are these beautiful young ladies and the… gentleman behind you?”

“These are our daughters, Emma and Lily.” Each girl curtsied as her names was said. “And this sulking teenager is our son, Scorpius. We also have another little boy, Elliot, who’s at home with Harry.”

“You have a lovely family. You’re both incredibly lucky.”

At that moment, a woman with purple hair walked up to the group.

“Tonks, what did I tell you about your hair?” The minister said before she could say a word.

With an exasperated sigh, the woman’s hair suddenly turned brown. “You’re no fun.” She turned toward Draco and the kids. “Wotcher.” She cheerily greeted them.

Emma and Lily were looking up at her in awe. “Wow!” They exclaimed together.

“Can you do that again?!” Lily nearly shouted while Emma nodded in agreement.

“Girls,” Draco waited for them to look at him. “What do you say?” He asked with a raised brow.

Both blonde girls gasped and immediately turned to look back up at Tonks. “Please?” They begged with clasped hands and puppy dog eyes.

Tonks smiled brightly down at them. “I would love to, but my boss here has asked me not to.” She pointed a thumb a Shacklebolt.

Lily and Emma turned their twin, pleading looks on him instead.

With a defeated sigh, the minister replied, “Alright, Tonks, I suppose they’ll need some sort of entertainment. This is one of our top aurors, by the way, Nymphadora Tonks.” He formally introduced her. “But she prefers to be called just Tonks.”

“Can you make your hair orange?” Emma asked a second later. After a moment, orange replaced brown and both girls clapped enthusiastically.

Scorpius, however, was less than impressed. There was a boy at school who was a metamorphmagus and the novelty had quickly worn off. If he couldn’t do it, why should he care?

“Can you make it longer, like, ten feet long?” One of the twins asked.

It took a minute, but eventually, Tonks had ten feet of hair sprouting from her head, half of which was pooled on the floor.

“Cool.”

Before the show could continue, Minister Shacklebolt spoke up. “Why don’t the three of you go have a seat somewhere while we talk?”

Each twin took a hold of one of Tonks’ hands and nearly dragged her toward the dining area. “What other stuff can you do?” One of them asked as they retreated.

“And what am I supposed to do?” Scorpius asked, sullen as ever.

Draco turned toward his son with a slight glare. “Go mingle. Just don’t insult or annoy anyone, difficult as that may be for you.”

The teen rolled his eyes at his father’s slightly vague suggestion. “Whatever.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stomped off.

After a few passes around the room, Scorpius had found no one he knew or anyone he would be interested in talking to. Bored, he decided to sit at a table until dinner was served.

On his way to the table his sisters and Tonks were occupying, the boy bumped into a man hard enough to cause him to stumble. Scorpius only paused long enough to keep his own balance but didn’t bother apologizing, thinking the other person wouldn’t stop him if he got away quickly.

However, Scorpius hadn’t gone a single step when a hand grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him backward. “Insolent, little… Potter?” The sneer in the man’s voice was enough to tell the teen he’d disturbed the wrong person.

Scorpius looked up at the man who still had a hold of him and was surprised by what he saw. He was older, much older, with long blonde hair and had a refined look about him. What surprised the brunette was how familiar he seemed, he just couldn’t place him.

The man appeared just as surprised as he was. “No… not Potter, but you’re certainly his spawn.” The man jeered as he roughly released Scorpius’ collar. “And I’d wager the Weasley girl’s your mother.”

“What’d you do that for?” Scorpius whined, completely ignoring what the man had said, and touched the front of his neck where his shirt had chafed a bit.

“I do hope that was a rhetorical question.”

Blue eyes rolled in their sockets and the teen replied, “Well, too bad for you.” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a twitch of the man’s gloved left hand and noticed a decorative cane topped with a snake head tightly clutched in it. His eyes widened minutely and he had a feeling the blonde had wanted to hit him with it.

“That is why I stopped you. You clearly need a lesson in manners, not that I would expect anything more from Potter’s child.”

“Stop talking about my dad like that!” Scorpius seethed.

The man smirked at him. “Just as hotheaded as well, I see.”

Scorpius angrily crossed his arms. “Good, my dad’s a great person. I’d rather be like him than like your snobby ass.” The man scowled at him and his right hand grabbed the top of his cane.

In his peripheral vision, the teen boy noticed the snake head slide slightly away from the rest. He glanced down for half a second and saw what was clearly a concealed wand. Naturally, he reached for his own. Before the situation escalated any further though, the man cleared his throat and slid the cane back together. He transferred it to his right hand to help avoid the temptation of drawing it again.

As the two males continued to stare each other down, the room steadily grew quieter. Neither seemed to have noticed the commotion they were causing and the attention they were drawing.

“Scorpius.” A voice suddenly called from the quieting crowd. “Scorpius, what is going on over here?”

“Nothing.” The teen replied, crossing his arms as he did so.

Draco reached his son’s side. “Don’t tell me not-” The blonde man was cut off by the sudden realization of the person his son’s altercation was with. “Lucius.” He seethed.

“Draco!” The older man exclaimed with more than a little surprise in his voice. “This rude child belongs to you? I was sure he was a Potter; he even insinuated as much.”

With a sneer, the younger Malfoy said, “The contents of my family are none of your business.”

“He was saying bad things about Dad.” The boy interjected.

Looking between his son and the man who sired him (for he refused to refer to him as ‘father’), Draco replied, “I’m not surprised. He never liked Harry.”

“Who is ‘he’, anyway?”

Lucius chuckled darkly. “What a pity. The boy doesn’t even know his own grandfather, a high-standing member of society.”

Scorpius looked at his own father incredulously. “I’m related to this asshole?” This statement earned him a soft smack to the back of his head. “Sorry.” He muttered sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, yes. This is Lucius Malfoy, a formerly high-standing member of society.” Draco answered his son’s crass question. “He was in prison for 15 years.”

The eldest of the three smirked. “I still managed to acquire an invitation to this little get-together.”

“Your point being?” Scorpius scoffed. “It’s not like it was hard. A few galleons and a reservation are pretty easy to come by.”

“Insolent brat.” The Malfoy patriarch spat.

A dark brow was raised. “Just like my dad.” Scorpius stated rather than asked, a half smile on his lips.

“Yes, and about that,” He turned toward Draco, “I’ve only heard mention of fathers, plural, nothing about a mother. Care to explain?”

Draco stared Lucius down. “Not that it’s any of your business-”

“None of my business?” Lucius interrupted. “This is my lineage and my legacy.”

“Do you want an answer or not? Because I’m not sticking around for this selfish behavior of yours.” Draco replied forebodingly.

“Fine.”

The younger man continued, “I’ve been happily married for 15 years and Scorpius here is the oldest of our four, going on five, children.”

“Married to whom, exactly?” Lucius asked, obviously noticing the lack of an answer to this burning question.

Before the younger blonde could replied, Scorpius chirped, “Harry Potter.”

“What?” The older man fumed. “How in, Merlin’s name, did that happen? How?”

“Now that is really none of your business.” Draco replied quickly. Even Scorpius didn’t know the real story behind how Harry and Draco got together. He turned to his son. “It’s almost time for me to speak. Let’s go sit down now.”

The Potter-Malfoys retreated only to be followed by Lucius.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, exasperated, when they reached the table the girls were occupying.

Lucius pulled out an empty chair and gracefully took a seat. “I was hoping we could talk and catch up. You are my son, Draco. I still love and care about you, even if your choice in partners is questionable.”

“Who are you?” Lily suddenly asked before Draco could speak again.

A shockingly soft smile graced Lucius’ lips. “I’m Draco’s father.”

“Oh! You have a daddy, papa?” The little girl asked.

“Yes.” The younger blonde man replied through a forced smile.

Lily turned to her twin and loudly exclaimed, “He’s pretty.”

“No!” Emma replied. “He’s old!”

Lucius snorted. “And these girls belong to you, Draco?” He asked with a raised brow. Though it was obvious as the girls had inherited the Malfoy white-blonde hair.

“They do.” Draco replied. “This is Lily and Emma. Emma, Lily, this is your grandfather.” He reluctantly introduced them.

Before another word could be spoken, the conversation was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing.

Draco pulled a flipped phone from his pocket and saw the call was from his husband. He flipped the device open. “Hello? Harry?” He called. The only response he received was garbled and full of static. He hung up with a scowl. “I hate these things.” He murmured out loud. “Scorpius, take this thing outside and call your dad back to find out what he wants.”

The teen took the phone and did as he was told.

Almost immediately as Scorpius departed, Kingsley Shacklebolt took the empty stage and began speaking into a magical microphone mounted on a podium. He spoke for a few minutes about the hardships the war had placed on the community and how so much had changed since then.

After a few minutes, he announced, “We were supposed to have Harry Potter speak to us tonight, but, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, he is unable to attend this evening. So instead, please join me in welcoming his husband to the stage, Draco Potter-Malfoy.”

Applause sounded throughout the room as the blonde man stood and made his way to the stage. The clapping died down as the man reached the podium, but before a single word could pass through his lips, a loud shout of, “papa!” filled the room. He searched for a few seconds before he spotted his son hastily making his way toward the stage looking frazzled and frightened.

The dark-haired boy mounted the stage and dragged his father away from the microphone.

“Scorpius, what’s wrong?” Draco asked, clearly worried.

Nearly in tears, the teen replied, “I don-don’t know. I called dad back but I couldn’t really understand him. He was crying though and said something about someone named Ron and… and again. I think dad’s in trouble.”

Draco’s heart sank into his stomach as his son spoke the words he had secretly been terrified of hearing one day. He knew Weasley was out of Azkaban, but he never truly expected the redhead to try something against them. The man then stepped back to the podium and quickly announced his departure to the room.

“Come on.” He grabbed his son’s hand and pulled him to the table his daughters, Tonks, and Lucius were still seated at. Behind them, the minister had retaken the stage and was addressing the crowd once more.

“I have to go. Something’s wrong with Harry.” Draco hastily told the table.

“Daddy?!” The blonde girls chorused.

“What is it, Draco?” The oldest occupant of the table asked.

The man in question dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t say, but…” He trailed off and looked at the man he once called ‘father’. “I don’t trust you.” He suddenly stated, “but I need you to watch my children while I apparate home.”

Lucius stood from the table and laid a hand on his only son’s shoulder. “Of course, Draco.”

The younger blonde man turned to his own son as he reached into his pocket. “Scorpius, I know you’ve only driven the car around the block before, but I want you to drive your sisters and Lucius to the house. Be. Extremely. Careful.” He handed the keys over the teen.

With a swish of his robe, Draco turned and ran from the room to apparate to his husband.
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