Draco Malfoy, the former Death Eater, former playboy, still billionaire (in galleons, kindly noted), philanthropist, philanthropist, and husband of the worldwide famous Savior, Golden Boy (it is Middle Aged Man now), the Boy (again, Middle Aged Man) who lived for an uncountable time, is having a great peaceful life. Thank you very much.
He and Harry had quite a history, they hated each other's guts for more than 8 years at school, ignored each other for the next following 15 years (secretly obsessing over each other through media, according to very trustable sources), and all had wives and children, surrounded by friends and families (and money).
Both thought they had everyone’s dream life, till one day, Draco felt strangely lonely, and Harry barely could catch his breath within the crowded families and both could not pour their hearts out to anyone, even their wives. So they got divorced, Draco at the age of 38 and Harry a year sooner than him. Not that they were not happy, their wives were perfect, but ‘perfect’ did not work, so perfect that it wasn’t right, they were not truly themselves. It turned out that it was the same for Astoria and Ginny, they were not perfect, of course, but they tried to be, for their perfect husbands. They all gave out a breath of relief once the papers were done. Draco threw himself into as many activities as he could find, parties, sports, and ceremonies, he was into working all day, meeting people, and traveling everywhere. Harry found himself a quiet place to stay, planting trees, and having a black dog named Snuffle. And yet, Draco was still alone every night and Harry could not see his peace anywhere.
Life went on, till one day, both woke up naked in Harry's old Gryffindor bed the morning after Hogwarts Reunion, tangling with each other, and just had the best night of their lives. Only Merlin knows their faces when they know their son's also had their best nights here.
It was a roller coaster when it came to Harry and Draco. Denying, dueling, arguing, fucking, drinking, sleeping, many cups of tea and coffee, dinner, and more fucking, arguing, worrying over each other, laughing, sneering, then more dueling, pining, fucking, and of course, lots and lots of kissing.
All wrapped in a span of six months and they moved in together, to Draco's penthouse, in one of his properties in the middle of London. ("Why not?" said Harry when Ron was concerned about their speedy get-together. "We are not young anymore, there may be not much time left for us." Which, Ron rolled his eyes, knowing with such powerful magic, both Harry and Draco could be healthy and wealthy for the next 200 years). The penthouse, which Harry never thought of, thinking too fancy for him, suited them both. It was an open air place, quiet and they can take off on their brooms anytime. Harry moved his garden up there and brought along his dog. Draco hated both the garden and the dog at first, but now, his regular place is in the garden, enjoying the sun, drinking tea, reading papers, and playing with the dog's hair. Snuffle absolutely adored Draco, the dog liked the shine bright things, which Draco had with his hair, and of course his cat vibe. Harry still felt the soreness to this day when it is clear that Draco is his favorite dad.
The press, the Daily Prophet, of course, had been driven crazy. The couple made a whole year of news. The press tracked every move, and followed every lead but still caught only glimpses when the couple were at public events. That was why they made any theories they could think of, and there were even rumors about how they were the ones behind a fiction writing competition (Hermione and Pansy won, they share the prize of 4000 Gallon and a trip to Egypt). The paper’s sales broke the record that year, and even six months after Harry and Draco moved in together, their story still had everyone's attention. A lot of tears had been shed by the ladies and guys. Two of their best looking men, best dilfs, best celebrities snogging and still cannot detach from each other. And after three years, the whole community had all agreed that they were made for each other, still fighting over the smallest things, but never skipped dinners together, never missed a kiss in the morning and before bed, and never stop finding each other in any events, and never stopped glowing when they have each other.
And what about 8 years of rivalry, you may ask? Nah, young obsession went wrong, that's all.
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Back to our Malfoy, at the age of 42, the old blond had a successful and beautiful life. He was sipping his favorite tea, reading Kafka, and enjoying the sunlight with the regular breath of a sleeping Snuffle. A perfect Sunday afternoon for him. Harry was still at the DMLE, working with some of his former colleagues, to update the new spells for his DADA class, who knew what they had done to improve the skill of sneaking in and out? Draco should think about dinner soon, some pasta, Harry loved it, and what Draco needed was a matching wine.
Head still lingering on the pasta, he did not notice Snuffle woke up and started marching to the door, Harry was home. Harry, as happy as he ever could be, stormed into the garden with the manner making Draco doubt his choice of partner every time, face with a beaming smile, arms opened wide, and hugged Draco immediately.
As every time, Draco gave him a light kiss, sometimes on his lips, sometimes on the cheek, that day Draco liked Harry’s chin so much, so he kissed it twice.
“You cannot believe what I have found on Tik Tok.” Harry smiled, rubbing his chin into Draco’s silky hair, earning a sharp look from him.
“Tik Tok? You still watch that trashy app?”
“Oh, I know you love that trashy app, I saw you laugh till you fall out of bed at a video the other day.” Harry still smiled, he loved this Draco, so adorable that he needed to rub his hair again.
“I was not, definitely not me. What you saw on that Tik Tik thing?”
Oh, the classic changing subject Malfoy, how could he be this cute? “Yes, that Tik Tik, needs us to move to a more comfortable place.”
“Why?” Confused, but still, Draco let Harry take him to the bedroom. All curtains and doors were closed with a switch of his hand, the light started shimmering from below. Harry took Draco to the bed and started kissing him. Draco put his hands around Harry’s neck, and the music slowly started. Draco didn't know what kind of Tik Tok Harry saw, but he would never refuse his lovely Harry’s kisses.
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“What in Merlin’s tits was that?” Draco, hours later, laying lazily in bed, forgot completely about the pasta and wine, fully exhausted. “Where was your kiss me once kiss me twice?“
“You love it, don’t you?” Harry laid right next to him, one hand still moving up and down Draco’s back.
“It was absolutely ridiculous. Where the hell did you get that?” A little purr followed as Harry’s hand climbed to his hair, Draco would never admit that he enjoys all of it.
“I told you, Tik Tok.” Harry smiled, “You love songs and stuff, we have been only making love in the slow music, so I think it will be a good idea. Besides, I caught the rhythm well, didn’t I?”
“But what give you the idea of that song? I mean, we had a great song for the start, I thought about a new song with your slow, passionate, lovely sex, and then… and then.. that started. I almost turned off.”
“And then I turned you on just right after, right?” Still smiling, Harry put his lips on Draco’s cheek and slowly traced down to his neck.
“I… um… not… yeah, but still, the song…”
“Is perfect.” Harry finished the sentence and seals it with a kiss on Draco's lips.
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“The song was an absolute boom.'' James, Harry’s oldest son, told everyone with a bright smile. It was a small dinner in the Weasleys. Draco still could not believe that he would be here, his face was as pale as his son's, Scorpius, who was sitting across the table. Yes, the Malfoys were here, with the full pack of Weasleys, young and old, not once, but many times. They even invited Astoria, she smiled happily with her newly wedded wife, Ginny. There was even a new Weasley since the last time he was here, Fred and his husband’s little girl. How they could manage to add up family members at that speed needed a team of Unspeakable to figure it out.
James worked as a music producer. He worked mostly in the Muggle’s world, had some songs reach the top chart, and lived freely on his licensing money. He loved Tik Tok and had been a Tiktoker for a year, just posting some daily stuff and some random songs he played when bored. He hid his face so not many people knew who he was. And one of the songs just hit it, everywhere when scrolling TikTok.
“Isn’t it just two or three days ago?” Harry asked, Draco suddenly felt his stomach go up and down. He hit Harry’s leg under the table.
Harry held his hand firmly and let go, still tangling the fingers together. Draco immediately understood that it was a yes. Damn his lovely dickhead, he was making love when his own son’s song blasted all over. At this fucking age. And not only one.
“I love it, Draco loves it, too, right?”
That evil bastard!
“Um… yes, it… had great rhythm.’’ Oh, fuck it.
“The credit is not all mine, though. I just mixed some tapes and added some more things. It was so random.”
“What’s the song, again, honey?” Mrs, Weasley asked. And James started his story over again.
Harry looked at Draco with a sly smile and received the pinch he deserved. And then the music started, George and Albus insisted on replaying.
And under the table, both Harry and Draco felt their prick half hard.
"Anyway, have you heard Sam Smith's newest song?" Lily asked, she loved the singer.
"Oh yeah, Unholy, right? It's viral on Tik Tok."
"Should we try this, too?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, not helping at all. He knew that Draco heard the song and he also knew that Draco was thinking about the same thing he did when heard it. Harry was correct, Draco's cheeks reddened, and Harry kissed it, knowing that his Draco agreed.
"You know what, we should have a playlist."