"Hey Jamesie! Could you come up here a minute?" Draco heard his exlover yell down the stairs.

"Dad!" the boy whined. "We talked about this."

"You're absolutely right, James Lucius," he said as they neared the door, "but there is someone I would like for you to meet properly."

As they stepped into the room, the boy looked up and rolled his eyes before turning back to his green eyed father.

"I already met, Mr. Black, dad. Remember, when he came to the door?" He tried to reach in his tiptoes to feel Harry's forehead as if enough years of hanging with his aunt Hermione meant he knew what all the tells of a sick man were.

"Yes, but that's just his stage name. Like for show." James nodded, but narrowed his eyes at the famous blonde. "His real name is Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"My middle name is Lucius too! Well my first one anyway. See, I have two in the middle," explained the boy excitedly.

"Yeah, Jamesie, we know."

"That's pretty cool Mr. Bla- I mean, Malfoy," the boy said calming down and nodding with a blush on his cheeks.

"Remember when we talked about you being born from me instead of a regular mum?" The boy nodded. "Well you want to know something even cooler?" asked Harry quietly, squatting so he was on his son's level, looking up at Draco more than usual.

"Wha-?" The boy asked looking between the two men excited yet again.

"Draco here, is your other dad."

The boy's eyes got incredibly wide before he attached himself to his newfound father. He looked up at him happy but skeptical.

"Is that true, sir?"

Draco nodded numbly before getting on his knees and wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. How could Harry think he didn't want this? A family with him. In this little house. In this little neighborhood. In this muggle town. Harry smiled at them both, one of his goofy, lopsided, wet smiles with tears in his eyes and one making its way down his cheek.

Draco remembered that face. It was the exact one Harry had made when he left.

"That's what you were trying to tell me," he whispered, but Harry heard him and nodded.

"It's fine. You deserve your job. I'm glad you were finally able to make it big."

Draco shook his head and pulled away from his son- their son- before kissing the boy's cheek and then smiling at him.

"JL," said the man with a wink. "Would you mind heading back down stairs so I can talk to your dad for a bit?"

"Yeah, sure dad!" James ran out of the room with a scream of: DL Black is my dad!

Both men were standing again. The blonde had his arms crossed and was staring holes into the side of a very embarrassed Harry.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Draco, I tried. You were upset. Understandably so, we had been planning that trip for ages. Then I called and you wouldn't answer your wand..." He shook his head. "It's over now. He really wanted to come to your concert and Teddy wanted to get that shirt signed for him. It's no big deal. Nothing has to change."

"Harry, everything is different now! I have a kid. We have a kid
A living breathing kid and you weren't even going to tell me."

"He's eight, Draco. I thought it would be a little late to expect us to play happy family. We're fine. When the weekend is over he'll be back in school and you'll be back on tour. You can call if you want, but it's too late to think I'm going to just pick up our life here, because you don't like it." The messy haired man was still shorter, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to stand up to the pale blonde man.

The blonde in question broke down. He looked at the ground then back up at Harry in a way that the other man knew was an alert for not knowing how to deal with vulnerability. He shook his head.

"I don't want- I'm not saying-" He shook his head again then took a deep breath before starting again. "I'm not saying I want you to pick up your lives here. I'm saying I want to be a part of them. I came here tonight, because I wanted to apologize and see if I could work things out with you. If we could at least be friends..."

Draco shook his head but continued speaking.

"Then he opened the door and he looked just like- well now that I think about it- a perfect mix of us, but all I saw was you. I knew he was yours from the moment I laid eyes on him. I just didn't expect him to be mine as well."

Harry shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

"What are you trying to say, Draco?"

"I'm saying I've always wanted a family with you, Harry. I just didn't know I had one. I thought we were going to move to the states and get married and adopt. I didn't think I was strong enough to help you produce a natural wizarding-child. Do you know how rare that is? How powerful the parents have to be?"

"I read through the pamphlets enough times, thanks."

"I just want-"

"You want to be a part of James' life. I get that and it's okay. That's fine, but you have a job that you love. I know you love it. Millions of fans. You don't have time right now to help raise a child..."

"That's not all I want and you know it." Draco stood straight up again. Vulnerable or not, he was angry now which meant he was going on offense.

"I know it isn't, but I'm not on the table. We're not," the ravenette said motioning between the two of them.

"Harry-" The blonde was bristling more and more with every word.

"I just don't think we should. We're not the same people we were before. We shouldn't just force this."

"I want this."

"Draco you don't know what you want. I caught you off guard or you feel guilty for leaving before...I don't know, but you don't want this. You want to be a famous musician and I want that for you. You're good at it. You're a bloody role model. You were able to move on," Harry said motioning to the series of tattoo designs the blonde had wrapping around his red, faded dark mark. "That would have never happened before. I'm glad that you're okay..."

"Were you ever going to- I mean, if I had never shown up here, would you have ever told me about him- about James?"

Harry moved to walk out of the door.

"Draco, you should go."

"Answer me, Potter."

"No. I wasn't going to tell you. I didn't want you to feel guilty for something that was my fault." When he was done speaking the man left the blonde in shock before going downstairs and saying goodnight to all the guests as they headed to their own homes.

Draco went downstairs to see that everyone else had gone home and Harry and the boys were loudly discussing how exciting the night had been in the kitchen. The pale man placed his hand on the door, but before he could get out there was a small voice behind him.

"Are you leaving already, Dad?"

His eyes grew for a moment before he turned around and took in James, still wearing the outfit he had bought for him even though his hair had reverted to an even messier state of Potter-ness.

"Yeah, bud, I have some other things to do. Just wanted to come and celebrate with you."

"Really?"

"Of course." He got down on eye level with his son before running a hand through the boy's familiar hair. "I'll be back tomorrow. I promise, okay?" The boy nodded and he smiled back. "Happy birthday, James Lucius. I love you."

"I love you too," James said excitedly with Harry's signature lopsided grin.

"Let your father know for me, yeah?" Draco ruffled the boy's hair fondly once more before kissing him on the forehead then turning and walking out of the house. He was down the street at an apparation point before he could think better of it.

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the idea was eating at me for ages
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