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“DAD! SAVE ME!” Max yelled as he ran frantically around the apartment.

Alec was hot on his tail with a grumpy look on his face. “MAX MICHAEL LIGHTWOOD-BANE, COME HERE RIGHT NOW AND PUT ON YOUR SHOES!”

Magnus had stepped out of his study into chaos. “EVERYONE CALM DOWN!”

He yelled, hoping that that would get their attention.

It did.

“Now the everyone is calm,” Magnus continued, “will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

“Father wants to take me to GET MY HAIR CUT!” The 6 year old replied, as if a hair cut was the most horrible thing that could possibly happen.

“And if we don’t go now we’ll be late!” Alec said, frustration clear in his voice.

“NEVER!” yelled Max, “I like my hair like this!” He turned his back and ran into his room and slammed the door behind.

Alec groaned, “What am I going to do now? The hairdresser is expecting us in 15 minutes!”

Magnus put his hand on Alec’s shoulder, “Let me try.”

He walked into Max’s room where he was met by several little blue spark explosions.

Magnus smiled to himself. Though Max was only 6 years old, his magic was very advanced which was probably an advantage for having a warlock as a father. From the moment Max was old enough to understand and pay attention to something for more than a couple minutes, Magnus had wasted no time before beginning to teach him how to control his magic to avoid unwanted accidents from uncontrolled magic. With a wave of his hand, all the sparks disappeared, earning a ‘hey’ from the little boy sitting on the bed.

“Hey blueberry,” Magnus said, “wanna tell me why you don’t want to go with your father to get your hair cut?”

“It’s my hair…” He grumbled, not looking at Magnus.

“I’m aware of that,” Magnus said lightly, “but that’s not a reason why you don’t want to cut it.”

Max shook his head.

“Come on blueberry, you can tell me.” No answer.

“Tell you what, if your reason makes sense you don’t have to get your hair cut.”

The boy seemed to consider it a little, then nodded. “I watched Tangled with Aunt Izzy and Uncle Simon last week,” he started softly, “and when Rapunzel got a hair cut, she…she lost her magic. I don’t want to lose my magic Daddy!”

Magnus knew it was highly inappropriate, but he couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh sweetie, you won’t lose your magic if you cut your hair!”

Max looked at him with his large puppy dog eyes, “How do you know?”

“When you were just a baby, your father and I cut your hair to keep it healthy. Your grandmother still has a lock of hair from your first hair cut but you still have magic don’t you? ”

Max nodded slowly before smiling widely, “I still have magic! I can get a hair cut!”

There were little blue spark explosions erupting near them.

The Malec feels 

This is my personal headcanon for Scorbus and Drarry

Scorpius and Albus met at Quidditch summer campwhen they were nine years old

Neither one particularly liked Quidditch- Alattended so he could spend time with James, Scorpius attended because Lucy Parkinsonmade fun of how nervous he was on his broom, and he wanted to get better tospite her

They both stayed on the sidelines duringtryouts- Al was daydreaming, Scorpius was drawing in the sand with a twig 

Al was fascinated by the serious little frown onScorpius’ face as he concentrated on his task. Al decided he had to know what this ethereal boy wasthinking, so he went over and introduced himself

Scorpius took one look at this wild haired, mudcovered boy with torn jeans and a wide smile and knew that they would befriends

They clicked instantly; despite both beingrelatively quiet, they could never stop talking to each other

At one point, their discussion got so intense that Al almost fell off his broom

James gave Al A Talking To later aboutresponsible flying

On the last day of camp, they vowed to write toeach other until they could attend Hogwarts together

And they did

Their letters were so long that the owlscarrying them often needed a day or so to recover from exhaustion 

When they finally set off for Hogwarts, Scorpiusfound Al crying in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express

Scorpius held Al’s hand and reassured him thatnot all Slytherins were bad 

In fact, his Grandmum was a hero who helpedstop the war

Al felt better, and when he was sorted intoSlytherin, Scorpius greeted him at the Slytherin table with a warm hug beforethey sat down together

They were never apart, and always sought physicalcomfort from each other

They usually slept curled up together, holdinghands

Al taught Scorpius Parseltongue, and they wouldhiss to each other in the corner of the Slytherin Common Room 

The summer before their second year, theymissed each other so much that their dads finally agreed to a playdate 

Harry and Draco spent it scowling suspiciouslyat each other, but no wands were drawn, so it was considered a success 

Harry and Draco saw each other several moretimes that summer, and their bitterness and distrust gradually thawed into a slightlystilted friendship

Scorpius and Al grew even closer as they gotolder. They often spent afternoons outside by the lake; Scorpius lay on hisstomach and drew Al, frustrated that he could never adequately capture Al’s beautyon paper, while Al stared up at the sky dreamily, planning all the adventuresthey’d have when they finally left Hogwarts

Their fourth year, Scorpius and Al initially didn’tunderstand why the other boys snickered when they climbed out of bed together in the morning

When they realized, they couldn’t stop blushingand sneaking looks at each other, wondering 

It wasn’t until fifth year that they actuallykissed- Scorpius was ranting about their Arithmany exam, and how preposterousit was that he didn’t get full marks for number nine, because he cited fivedifferent sources and carefully verified each of them beforehand, doesn’tVector realize that, and his cheekswere flushed bright pink and his was standing so close to Al that Al couldn’thelp leaning in and sealing their lips together 

Scorpius gasped, dropped his books, and then twinedhis fingers through Al’s hair, holding him close as he deepened the kiss withunrestrained eagerness

After forgetting their Silencing Charms a fewtimes, the other boys no longer laughed at them for sleeping in the same bed. Theystarted receiving looks of awe instead

They decided to tell their dads that they weredating in person

They knew Harry and Draco were friendly now

After Harry’s (amicable) divorce, he had startedspending more time with Draco

Draco, with his vicious wit and brilliant mindand hands that danced through the air as he talked

Draco, who he couldn’t stop thinking about

Draco, who had stopped being Malfoy a long timeago 

And at a Ministry event, when Harry saw Dracowalking towards him wearing dress robes that hugged his body like a second skinand a razor sharp smirk, Harry knew what he had to do

Harry grabbed Draco’s hand, tugged him into adarkened alcove, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him senseless

Draco didn’t mind

In fact, Draco Apparated them to his manor,shoved Harry onto his bed, and fucked him so hard the wall was permanentlydented from where the headboard smacked against it

No charms could ever completely fix it

Draco was rather proud of this. Harry too

That summer, when their sons announced they weredating, Harry choked on his wine and Draco grumbled, “Figures.” 

After Harry awkwardly babbled about theimportance of family for about ten minutes, Scorpius winked at Al and toldHarry, “We know you’re together too. It’s fine, we don’t mind.”

Together, they navigated what these newrelationships meant for their families 

Scorpius and Al were happy for their dads,although they were glad they didn’t need to wait twenty years to find eachother

Harry and Draco looked at Scorpius and Al andsaw what could have been. Although they both regretted the years lost, theywere also grateful that their sons never needed to endure what they did

Ginny got along famously with Scorpius. Shehung one of his paintings of Al up in her office at the Prophet. The paintingnever failed to make her smile, because she could see the love and tendernessScorpius felt for her son in every brushstroke

Nobody gave Scorpius and Al a hard time exceptfor Lily, who liked to tease them by calling Scorpius “brother.” James thoughtthis was hilarious

Al and Scorpius weren’t really bothered bythis. Their relationship was the one thing neither of them ever doubted

And no one could deny that Al and Scorpiuslooked at each other like they could find all of the answers to life’squestions in each other’s eyes 

It was the same way Harry and Draco looked ateach other

I got this idea from a prompt/headcanon but i can’t remember what it exactly was but yeah, this happened. I’m actually really happy with the result.

“Why the hell does it reek of Potter’s cologne in here, it smells awful.” Draco Malfoy complained loudly as he entered Potions late.

Both Slytherins and Gryffindors fell completely silent, and for some reason his godfather, Professor Snape, looked vaguely embarrassed. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the Golden Trio. Granger looked as though her eyes could pop out of their sockets any moment, the Weasel looked slightly green and Potter looked completely dumbfounded.

“What?” Draco asked with a challenging tone, not understanding why everyone was looking at him as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. Surely he wasn’t the only one smelling that stench of cinnamon with a hint of caramel, and okay, so what if Potter’s cologne actually smelled good? It’s not like he’d admit that out loud.

Then, Draco turned to look at his friends. Pansy looked utterly horrified, Greg and Vince looked mildly surprised and Blaise, the git, looked smug.

“Draco, so nice of you to finally join us.” Snape said. It sounded very much forced, even more so than usual, although Draco doubted anyone had picked up on that. “Miss Granger, would you care to enlighten Mr Malfoy as to what exactly we are brewing today?”

Granger looked downright shocked when Snape willingly called on her. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out before answering. “We’re brewing Amortentia, Professor. The most powerful love potion known to man.”

Draco felt what little colour his face had drain away as his heart dropped. No.

“And what can you tell us about the scent of it?” Draco spotted a wicked glint in Snape’s black eyes. “Mr. Potter? Surely you’d remember, as I told you five minutes ago.”

Potter’s face slowly turned red. “It uh- it reminds a person of the things or people they find most attractive, even when they don’t realize that’s what … or, who … they’re attracted to.”

“Correct.” Snape said, and after a moment of hesitation he reluctantly added, “Five points to Gryffindor.”

Both the houses started murmuring in disbelief, and even Draco himself had trouble believing that Snape just gave the Gryffindor House points. This had to be the first time it happened in … well, ever.

“Wait, does this mean Malfoy’s in love with Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked rather obnoxiously. Draco felt heat crawling up his neck. He quickly narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy in an attempt to shut him up and drive the idea out of his mind. But things like that never really worked on him.

“Malfoy’s gay!” Dean Thomas exclaimed, a slight gleam of joy in his eyes. “Shay, we’re not the only ones.”

The last thing Draco needed right now was a pair of obnoxious Gryffindorks welcoming him into some sort of gay club, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in that moment.

He turned and ran.

-

Draco Malfoy was alone, sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, viciously glaring at the view of the lake. He felt awfully embarrassed about the Potions fiasco, and really wished he’d kept his mouth shut. What’d compelled him to say those words walking into a Potions classroom late, for Merlin’s sake. It was Potions; the smell had obviously come from what they were brewing, and not from Potter. He silently cursed himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known.

Draco had the urge to slap himself. He’d completely ruined his image. People would never take him serious again. The rumour he was attracted to blokes, more specifically, Potter, had probably already spread itself through the school, if not further. Yes, his father would definitely hear about this, but not in the way Draco used to flaunt it around in his previous years. Lucius would be livid. His only heir, in love with The Boy Who Lived.

Draco laughed in spite of himself. Once again, Potter had managed to mess with his life, and this time it wasn’t even actually his fault. He could already see the Daily Prophet headlines: ‘Malfoy Heir smells The Chosen One in Amortentia’. Well, it wasn’t a lie, but he’d rather it be something personal instead of a publicly known fact. And he wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘on good terms’ with Potter, so now his already low chances were about as low as they could possibly get. Wonderful.

“Everyone’s fine with it, you know.” A voice, Potter’s voice, suddenly rang out from behind him. Draco jumped. He’d been too caught up in his own misery to notice anyone sneaking in. Or notice that the sun had begun to set, for that matter. Merlin knows how long Potter had been standing there. And why the bloody hell wasn’t he yelling at him? Surely Potter would at least be uncomfortable with the idea he had his rival of 5 years lusting after him. Apparently not, seeing as he, not so graciously, went to sit next to Draco. They both looked at the lake for a while, completely silent, before Potter added to his previous statement, “Although I imagined a declaration of love from you would be slightly more classy.”

Draco’s head snapped to the side to look at Potter, who hadn’t moved his eyes from the view. Was he hearing this correctly? He had to make sure. “Potter, did you just say you imagined me declaring my love to you?”

Draco swore he saw Potter blush when the Gryffindor looked down at his lap, smiling slightly. Then he looked back to the lake. “You know what I smelled in the Amortentia?”

Draco’s mouth went dry. This would be the moment when Potter tells him he doesn’t feel the same and that he should bugger off, he was sure.

“Treacle tart, a broomstick handle … and you.” Potter turned his face to look at him with those last words. Draco froze out of shock, his mind already trying to find ways to wrap itself around as to what exactly just happened and why. There’s no way Potter actually meant that. He was messing with his head; it was the only logical explanation.

“Potter, I know you hate me but believe it or not, I have feelings, and it’s pretty sodding low of you to play with them like that.” Draco spat venomously, immediately becoming defensive. Potter liking him back sounded too good to be true, and in Draco’s experience, when that was the case, it often was.

Potter looked at him confused, even slightly hurt. “I’m not- What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re up to. It’s probably Weasel’s idea of a joke. Wouldn’t surprise me with those twingers for brothers. In fact, I - mmphh.” Draco was cut off mid-rant by a hand gently turning his head to the right and a set of lips being pressed to his own. Draco’s eyes flew wide open, only to confirm that it was indeed Potter who was kissing him. And then Potter started moving his lips and Draco was gone.

The amount of emotion put into that one kiss was overwhelming, and there was really no way Potter was this good of an actor. Draco finally closed his eyes as well and kissed back. His heart was racing, and his mind couldn’t completely keep up.

“I …” Draco started when they finally broke their kiss, but Potter - no, Harry, actually - was already speaking.

“Draco, I’m not joking. I promise.” The look in Harry’s eyes was sincere, and it left Draco speechless.

“You … I- You’re- You’re not …” Draco struggled to get out, his mind still working to catch up with him.

Harry softly laughed. “Glad you realized that.”

This had to be a dream. Why? Because not only had Harry kissed him, he’d declared his love right back. And good things like that just didn’t happen to Draco in real life. Then again, it had felt real. There was only one way to find out.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the first, was heated and frantic. Oh yeah, definitely real.

Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pushing him down as the Gryffindor crawled on top of him. Draco’s back hit the floor slightly harder than was comfortable, but honestly, Draco didn’t care. Not when he had Harry Potter nipping at his bottom lip in the hope he got the hint to open his mouth for a snog. Draco, of course, denied Harry this pleasure. As a result, Harry moved on to the pale skin of Draco’s neck.

Draco was rather inexperienced when it came to things like this, he had to admit. Kissing? Sure, he’d been kissed by both girls and boys. But only ever on the mouth and never anywhere else. Neck was new territory to him, and he honest to Merlin did not expect the extreme sensitivity of the skin there.

Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry slightly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. He unintentionally made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. Why on Earth was he only finding out about this now?

Harry moved onto a patch of skin near his collarbone, revealing a blotchy, red mark, and did the same thing as before. Draco’s fingers tangled themselves in the unruly mess that was Harry’s hair.

“Harry.” He whispered desperately, causing the Gryffindor to look up, a devious grin on his face. “Harry, kiss me, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Harry swiftly reconnected their lips, and this time Draco did part his lips for a snog. In fact, he was the one to initiate it. Harry was, very obviously, pleasantly surprised.

“Hey Draco?” Harry asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah?” Draco’s heart was racing. Part of his mind was still convinced that, any minute now, he would wake up in his bed and discover this all had been a dream. Oh, how unbelievably furious he’d be if that was the case. However, most of his mind told him that this was, in fact, real.

“We should head down to dinner.” Harry suggested.

Draco frowned. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes, I’m hungry. Now get up.” Harry stood up and then helped him to his feet as well. Draco straightened out his robes, before doing the same for Harry. He softly pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before taking his hand and walking downstairs to the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry back before he could open the doors separating them from the rest of the students.

“Harry, wait.” Harry turned to look at Draco, slightly concerned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Draco gave him an insecure look. “What if people make fun of us?”

Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes. “They won’t. They accepted Dean and Seamus, remember? Why would they treat us any different?”

“Well, for one, I’ve insulted you and your friends more times than you and I can respectively count. Two, you in return have also explicitly expressed your hatred towards me more than just a few times. Three, the Weasel and Granger. No doubt they’d despise the idea of you hanging around me at all.” He ranted, but Harry only grinned.

“Draco, it was actually Ron who convinced me to, and I quote, ‘go get the little Snake that you’ve been obsessing over since First Year, because I’m sick and tired of you looking like a lovesick puppy.’ Hermione, apparently, agreed.” Harry explained. Draco’s mouth fell open.

“Seriously?” - Harry nodded - “Granger and Weasel convinced you?” Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s friends were fine with him dating the son of a Death Eater?

“Otherwise I’d be stuck with feelings I’d be too chicken to act upon. And Ron especially was getting sick of me sulking because you just wouldn’t notice me, or so I thought.”

“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be stupidly brave?”

“I also have a sense of self-preservation, Draco.” Harry told him. “The Sorting Hat even wanted to put me in Slytherin first.”

Draco gave Harry an incredulous look and playfully pushed him. “Okay, now you’re messing with me, Potter.”

“I’m not, honest!” Harry laughed. Then he held out his hand for Draco to take again. “Shall we go?”

Draco took a deep breath and then laced his fingers through Harry’s. “We shall.”

With that, Harry pushed open the door of the Great Hall. The second they walked in, the entire school fell silent. Draco froze up, fearing the worst. No doubt people would hate him for taking their Golden Boy away from them. Harry noticed and gave Draco’s hand a reassuring squeeze. That simple action caused Draco to relax immediately.

Suddenly a voice Draco recognized as Blaise’s sounded through the completely silent room, “Took you long enough …”

And with that the silence transformed into a deafening roar of cheering, clapping and whistling. Draco felt a smile creep onto his face, and his cheeks were probably very red. He glanced at Harry, who was openly grinning. Draco felt genuinely happy in that moment.

He looked over at the staff table, and to his greatest shock, Snape had a small, proud smile on his face and McGonagall had a similar expression. He even spotted a few professors slipping each other a few Galleons. Draco laughed slightly at that. His own professors had seen this coming way before he himself did. Wow. Talk about being oblivious.

“Draco?” Harry asked him with a sly smirk. “Tonight, Astronomy Tower at 2?”