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Harry sighed heavily, resting his head on his arm. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning, and he had a beautiful wife, and they had a beautiful home. It had been seven years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Harry had a beautiful life.
He groaned.
“Potter.”
Harry sat up quickly, dragging a hand over his face before turning to look at Draco. He was wearing worn jeans and a faded T-shirt, whereas Draco had on a black muggle suit with a light gray shirt underneath. Harry gulped as he took in the way the color made Draco’s silver eyes seem brighter than normal.
“What?” Draco asked, looking down at himself. “Have I messed up my front?”
Harry shook his head quickly. “No, no. Just… That gray matches your eyes.”
Draco paused and looked up at Harry. “Started drinking without me then?”
Shrugging, Harry turned back to the bar. “Not really. I’ve only had some orange juice.”
Draco chuckled. “Did this orange juice also have champagne?”
Harry grinned as Draco settled into the seat next to him. “And that, my dear, is why you’re the head auror at such a young age.”
“Harry,” Draco said lowering his voice. “I appreciate your over friendliness, but passersby might overhear and misconstrue your strange brand of kinship.”
Harry sighed. “Sorry…”
Draco turned to look at him fully. “Are you really?”
Harry gave a sly grin. “No, not really.”
Draco shook his head and called the bartender over so he could order a drink for himself and another for Harry.
“You have a perfect life, Potter,” Draco said finally. “Why are we meeting in a bar on a Tuesday before noon again?”
“You know me so well,” Harry said quietly. “I’m sure you have some educated guesses that I’d like to hear before I admit to anything.”
Draco scoffed. “Is it the kid thing?”
Harry looked down into his drink. “You’re too good at this.”
Draco shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “If you don’t want kids, you shouldn’t have kids.”
Harry nodded. “I know… But Ginny wants them so bad, Draco. And I know that the only reason she doesn’t have any now is because she loves me too much.”
“Being loved too much isn’t what I consider a hardship, Potter,” Draco murmured quietly.
Harry hesitated before he looked up at Draco’s emotionless face. “Astoria still says she doesn’t love you?”
Draco nodded. “I don’t need her love,” he said after a moment. “But I do need an heir.”
Harry sighed. “Go make one with Ginny.”
“We both know you don’t mean that,” Draco said, his voice soft.
“Yeah, okay,” Harry agreed.
They sat in silence for several minutes, the pub still mostly silent besides a couple of wizards on their lunch break.
“I don’t think I love her enough,” Harry said after a minute. “I love her, you know that right?”
Draco nodded his assent before Harry continued. “I just don’t love her enough to do something that I’m terrified of.”
“Fear isn’t a good reason to not become a parent,” Draco said wisely. “But it’s okay to not do it just because you don’t want to do it.”
Draco turned to Harry again, this time, his knees knocking Harry’s as he had to slot his long legs between them so that they could both face each other. “You know I don’t want kids, but if I don’t, then I’ll have no heir. I have the weight of my father’s displeasure to deal with… You’re free to do what you want, Potter.”
Harry leaned forward suddenly, his forehead pressing against Draco’s own. Draco could smell the alcohol on his breath, but he couldn’t help the slight tilt of his lips as they curled into a small smile.
Harry smiled at Draco after a moment. “You don’t have to make an heir… Lucius could do it.”
Draco opened his mouth but then closed it. He tilted his head slightly, still holding the weight of Harry’s own forehead against him.
“Trying to convince me to run away with you again?”
Harry huffed. “No…”
Draco pushed Harry away. “I don’t like when you’re already drunk before I get to you, you know that.”
Harry gave Draco a sad look. “I’m supposed to be happy, Draco. You’re supposed to be happy. We both have everything we could ask for and we’re not happy.”
Draco eyed Harry for several moments.
“You want me to tell father to sire a new heir?” He arched a perfect eyebrow at Harry. “You want me to go with you to file our divorces?”
Harry groaned. “Why do you always do that?”
“Because I’m realistic, Potter.”
“Be realistic in a nice way,” Harry said quietly. “Neither of us want the lives we have… We could just-,”
Draco stood then, his chair scraping the floor as he pushed himself to his feet.
“Don’t go,” Harry said quickly. “I won’t say it, I’m sorry.”
Eyeing him for several moments, Draco leaned forward, brushing a hand over Harry’s forehead, pushing his fringe out of his face only for it to fall back down.
“Neither of us are cowards, Harry. I have to go anyways,” Draco murmured. “Go home and get some sleep.”
Harry leaned forward into Draco’s touch. “You’re not mad at me?”
“No,” Draco said honestly. “But neither of us are cheaters. Our wives deserve more than that. You agree, I know you do.”
Harry swallowed, his eyes falling shut at Draco’s steady words.
“Say you agree, Harry,” Draco’s soft voice insisted.
“I agree,” Harry said quietly. He leaned away from Draco, turning back to the bar.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Draco murmered.
Harry nodded. After a moment, he looked over his shoulder just in time to see Draco walking out of the door.