An afternoon in the Granger-Weasley household

“Harry!” Draco’s tone implies that it’s not the first time he’s said it. “I’m not worried about the Weasel. I just don’t think this is a good idea. They have children. I don’t - I’m not good with children.”

“You’re great with Teddy,” Harry points out. “He loves you.”

As does every other child they know; they’re attracted to Draco’s shiny hair, Harry thinks. Or maybe it’s his eyes, and the way he laughs. His lips. His shoulders, the very kissable nape of his neck, his legs. His kindness, the gentleness of him in the morning. The way he likes for Harry to wrap himself around him at night, holding on tightly. His breath taking arse-

Those are the reasons Harry’s attracted to him. Right.