"Can you imagine if they saw me when I'm really pissed off? There was this blond Slytherin who seemed really good at pushing my buttons, but he could usually push back," he teased. He was pretty sure that his children would think that they were deranged and too violent or whatever.
Harry didn't even have to think about that one. "Not yet. I don't think that inviting more people would work well. Unless we do want to see me lose it like the good old days, then sure, join us," he said, because he just knew that they would say something to upset him and while normally he'd stay quiet if Draco were involved, he would speak up. "Even in my head, there's no way that would end well."
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, sliding closer to Draco until his arse was against Draco's thigh. He decided that it wasn't comfortable enough and straddled Draco's lap. "I'll let you know that we're very sober. We drank, I'm sober, they are sober. You need a lot more firewhiskey to get any of us drunk," he said, chuckling. "You're just a disaster with alcohol." Not that Harry was worrying about it, more interested in kissing his way down Draco's neck.