It was only when he and Harry properly entered the house and could hear the telly running that Draco realised exactly what situation they found themselves in. Draco had been so focused on Harry and what was going to happen that he hadn’t even considered that the two men who were hosting him could potentially be home.
Hearing the telly on, Draco realised that there was no way that they weren’t home and he couldn’t help the disappointment that took hold of his stomach.
“In here, kiddo,” Sirius replied from the living room, leaving the two guys to find their way to them rather than the other way around.

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Harry stole a quick glance at Draco, trying to read the expression on his face while not letting disappointment show on his own. Really, Harry should have known.
He dropped his gaze, looking down as he kicked off his boots, the movement making him a little dizzy, so much anticipation building within him without any viable outlet.
“Hey,” he repeated, a bit more steadfastly, heading for the living room and stalling at the doorway.
There, Remus and Sirius were comfortably on the couch, Remus craning his neck to look at Harry overtop the back of it, a tired smile on his lips that made Harry’s stomach turn, feeling like his fathers had probably only been half an hour or so from calling it a night. “Hi, love. Is it the both of you?”

As Draco entered the living room a little behind Harry, he felt so incredibly foolish for having allowed himself to be caught up in Harry like that. He should have known that going back to Grimmauld would lead them to this situation and yet he couldn’t help feel disappointed by the entire thing.
“It’s both of us,” Draco confirmed as the two older men got into view, immediately feeling the guilt and shame rake through him, though he knew that neither Sirius nor Remus were really in a place to shame him for his attraction to men.
“You guys have fun?” Sirius asked from his lying position on the couch, craning his neck to get a look at them.

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Trying to find an answer to that question, Harry looked over at Draco, not even knowing where to begin; his mind remained muddled with the sensation of being kissed, unable to find the words himself.
As it turned out, he didn’t need to say anything.
“What happened to your hand?” Remus interjected, sitting up a little straighter, even if that meant shoving Sirius a bit aside.
Harry, who hadn’t realised he had been worrying his hands, looked down at it with a slight surprise, his mind entirely elsewhere. Even in the dim light of the living room, the bruise looked considerably worse in here than it had outside.
“I, uh,” he floundered, voice a little lost, unable to conjure a lie on the spot. “- punched someone.”

“He defended me,” Draco was quick to break in, unsure how Sirius and Remus were going to react to the news of their son punching someone. He knew that it was his fault after all, so while Harry had been the one to do the punching, he felt that he had to take the fall for it.
“I broke up with Peter earlier today and he wasn’t entirely willing to accept that,” he added, his head spinning slightly from just how much had happened since Sirius and Remus left for work earlier.
Harry saying that he had punched someone was what made Sirius sit up properly as well, finding that Draco’s explanation did offer some insight into why his godson would punch someone, however it didn’t exactly paint the whole picture.
“What happened?” He asked, not accusatory but more than anything worried.

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“Oh, Harry,” Remus fussed below his breath that verged on exasperation, suddenly confronted with the fact that Sirius had, in fact, also had a part in raising Harry.
Gesturing him over with an outreached hand over top of the sofa back, Harry stepped closer, gingerly offering it to him.
“We’d been drinking,” Harry answered softly, halfway to an apology. He looked at his own hand in Remus’, making his stomach flip at the overlaid memory of Draco’s hand on his, some off hours earlier. “He was saying some pretty nasty things.”
“And you?” Remus added, attention finding Draco, the news that he had broken up with his partner settling in with a delay. “Are you okay?”

Having Remus’ attention suddenly turned on himself made Draco want to shrink down and disappear, once again back to feeling like he had caused an awful lot of fuss for no real reason.
“I’m fine,” he said, feeling embarrassed about the entire thing, but trying not to just disappear into himself. After all, all of the three men in front of him had done so much for him already and they deserved to know.
“I found out Peter leaked the photos to the press,” he said, looking down at his feel, and trying to become very small. “So I broke up with him and was quite a mess when Harry came here, so he took me out.”
It was all a lot of information for Sirius to take in in such a short amount of time, and he was trying to make sense of all of it. More than anything though, he was so immensely proud of Harry that he could barely stand it; feeling proud that they had managed to raise such a wonderful young man.
“Sounds like a rough night for the both of ya.”

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The gravity of Peter’s offence dawned upon Remus’ expression, before it once again closed off, knowing by Draco’s sheepish demeanour that now wasn’t the time to linger too much on the details. Instead, he offered a solemn little nod, having every intent on revisiting the subject in the morning.
“I’m sorry to hear that, yeah,” he concurred. Still looking at Draco, Remus gestured towards Harry’s hand. “Have you had a chance to look this over already?”
“Yeah,” Harry answered on Draco’s behalf, stealing a glance in his direction. “He has. I’m alright, it just looks awful.”
It felt like there was so much in the room, between everything that had been cut short between Harry and Draco, and the questions so visible on his fathers’ faces. Unable to find another way through it, and still a little too intoxicated, Harry couldn’t help a dazed little smile. “Peter looks worse.”
“Harry,” Remus warned immediately, but the tension had left his jaw, a reluctant smile pulling at his lips. “Dear lord.”

Sirius couldn’t stop himself from laughing at that, knowing Harry well enough to know that he would never retort to violence unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. He knew that Remus’ reaction was probably more correct, however he also couldn’t deny that he likely would have done the exact same thing.
“You two must be exhausted,” he said instead, trying to become some level of parental figure again.
Everything was far too much for Draco to take in, finding that Remus and Sirius were both too sweet and kind for what the situation called for; unable to deal with any more unusual happenings today.
“Yeah, I think I’ll grab a smoke and head to bed,” he said, his head spinning from the remaining booze in his system and the whiplash of going directly from snogging Harry to standing face to face with his parents.

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Harry’s attention immediately returned to Draco at that, having not expected to get another moment alone with him tonight, perhaps besides a hushed few words upstairs.
“I’ll join you,” Harry said, though the infliction of his voice made it sound almost like a question.
There was a real chance Draco just wanted some time alone, but Harry worried they’d go to bed wrong-footed if they didn’t at least have a chance to talk.
“Alright,” Remus said, letting go of Harry’s hand. “Lock the doors behind you, will you?”

Draco’s head was spinning from the whiplash of it all, unsure he would actually be able to face Harry alone again after all of this, but he also knew that it was probably a good idea.
“Yeah, we will,” he said in a soft voice, as he made his way to the terrace door. Exhaustion was slowly overtaking him, feeling like he had lived a full week in just this day, and yet he knew that it wasn’t over yet.

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