Fics like The Alcove

Harry sodding Potter is staring at him like he’s a Hippogriff on the loose, because of course he is. This is the life he lives now. Chaos at every turn. Nemeses with fantastic arses lurking behind every counter. He finally wrangles Scorpius into his lap, glancing away so he doesn’t have to look at Harry Potter’s stupidly handsome face or his sluttily open collar or the chest hair peeking out at the very top. Draco knows his cheeks are beet red. “Potter. Yes, it appears we need some assistance. I can help clean it up. And then we’ll go.” “Er, it’s alright.” Potter looks around the empty cafe and casts a Mending spell with a small, deft flick of his fingers. Draco can’t help but watch that. He’s only a man, and a weak one at that. Potter’s hands look strong, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows. And gods help Draco, he’s staring now. Scorpius is crying, but quieter, his little hands bunched up in Draco’s shirt, and Draco automatically gathers him closer, holding him tight. He can feel Scorpius wiping his snotty nose on his jumper. ~~ In which Draco grows up hiding and finds out he doesn't want to do that anymore. And he doesn't want his son to hide, either.

Fics like The Alcove

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