Draco woke into darkness. He panicked for a second before his eyes adjusted and he realised he was in the bedroom in his flat. Had he fallen asleep here? He didn’t remember anything. He became dimly away of a warm weight pressed against his side and he looked down to find Teddy pressed against him. A familiar warmth bubbled in Draco’s chest at the sight. Teddy had never slept in the same bed as he or Harry, but Draco had watched him sleep many times over the years.

Teddy’s presence only made him more confused however. Draco always had Teddy on the weekends, since he lived with Harry, but Draco didn’t remember bringing him home or remember them going to bed. Draco glanced around for any evidence of what might have happened, trying his best not to jostle Teddy.

The clock on Draco’s bedside table read 4:12 am. That explained the darkness. There was a note on the table he hadn’t seen before. With the arm that wasn’t currently stuck under Teddy, he carefully reached out and plucked up the note. His eyesight wasn’t quite good enough to read the note in the dark, but he did his best.

Draco,

I think you had a panic attack. I know how you feel about St Mungo’s and I couldn’t remember the floo address of your healer, so I had your mother’s old healer floo in. He said you probably won’t remember what happened, so I left you this note to explain.

You passed out at Andromeda’s. I don’t know if it was the shock of seeing me or something, but you freaked out and you weren’t breathing so I called a healer. I’m sorry if me being there stressed you out, I just wanted to catch Teddy before you took him to yours because he ot his toothbrush again. He should probably have one at each place anyway.

It was me who brought you back here and changed you. Don’t throw a fit, I didn’t look. I was going to keep Teddy with me tonight to give you time to recover but he refused to leave you. He was really worried so be gentle with him, yeah?

Draco scoffed. As if he wouldn’t be gentle with Teddy. Of course Harry would think badly of Draco.

I figured you wouldn’t be very happy if I stayed with you, so I’ve gone home, but I’ll send Hermione to check on you in the morning.

I hope you feel better soon and I really hope if it happens again you’ll see someone about it. Healer Rogers said the attacks put a lot of strain on the body.

Love,

Harry.

Draco balled the note up in a weak fist, mind whirring. He carefully slipped his arm out from underneath Teddy and padded over to the bathroom. In the harsh light he realised Harry had changed him into his favourite pyjamas. His heart twisted nastily but he ignored it. He opened the bathroom cab and pulled out the last of his potions, making a mental note to replenish his supply as soon as he could get to the apothecary and buy new ingredients. He’d started brewing his own potions after one time he’d bought pre-made pepper-up and had a bad reaction from the magically modified ingredients.

He checked back in on Teddy as he left the bathroom, but he hadn’t stirred. Draco paused for a minute to watch the steady rise of his back. His hair was still Draco’s shade of blond and Draco took a minute to think about how lucky he was that he had such a kind hearted little boy in his life who loved him blindly.

In the living room, Draco downed the potion. He sneered when he noticed Harry had left his wand on the coffee table. He even remembered that Draco hated sleeping with his wand in the same room as him after a nightmare went very wrong. Why couldn’t he just hate Harry? Why couldn’t Harry have turned into an evil git in the past few years? That man had no consideration for other people.

Draco decided to make himself some coffee, figuring he’d never be able to get back to sleep. He couldn’t believe he’d slipped up in front of Harry after all this time. Hopefully, their lack ofmunication would mean it would nevere up again.

Draco’s coffee tasted like ash. That was really saying something because Draco imported to finest coffee he could legally get his hands on. Thankfully, one of the things Draco hadn’t lost in the divorce was the rights Harry and Hermione had worked so hard to give him after the war. One of those was a license to import potions ingredients from Europe. Draco may have swung the lead a bit by importing coffee beans, but in his defence, he never claimed to be perfect.

The fancy coffee beans did nothing today however. He forced himself to drink it, but he didn’t enjoy it at all and he hoped it wasn’t going to set a sour tone for the day. He spent the early hours reading at the window seat, the only feature of the flat Draco could say he actually loved. Sometime around 7am, which was far too early from Draco’s experience, he heard light footsteps across the wooden floor.

‘Draco?’ A groggy voice called across the living room. Draco slipped his bookmark into the trashy muggle novel he’d been reading as Teddy appeared next to him.

‘You ok?’ He asked him, brushing his wild bed hair away from his face.

‘You’re not going to die, are you?’ Teddy asked him, climbing up onto the window seat. There wasn’t quite enough space for the both of them, so Draco pulled his knees up to his chest. Teddy seemed to be over his strange cuddling turn.

‘Of course not. I just wasn’t feeling very well that’s all. I’m fine, you don’t have to worry.’ Draco did his best to reassure him, but it wasn’t really his strong suit.

‘Are you sure? Dad was really worried. He called like, everyone and he was shouting at everyone for not fixing you. Aunt Hermione says Dad is the best when bad things happen because he always knows what to do, but this time he was hopeless like Uncle Ron when Aunt Hermione had Rose.’

Draco huffed a laugh. When Hermione had gone into labour, Ron had quite literally lost his mind with the strangest display of adult idental magic Draco had ever seen. Thankfully Draco and Harry had been there to make sure everything ran smoothly.

‘Well, I probably gave Harry quite a shock. He’s very good in a crisis, that’s why he’s Head Auror, but it’s different when he’s not at work, he’s not thinking the same way.’ Draco explained more to himself than to Teddy. Teddy wasn’t convinced—he’s particularly switched on for an eleven-year-old.

‘Or he just really loves you.’ He said nonchalantly. He jumped off the window seat and went to the kitchen looking for his breakfast. He’d once told Draco that everything was much more chilled at Draco’s than it was at Harry’s, which surprised Draco because he’d grown up in the manor. He supposed that Harry was a lot more family conscious than Draco —he had always insisted that they at least ate their meals together. Draco had no such regimen.

Draco refused to acknowledge Teddy’sment, his mind was already well and truly fucked, and he didn’t need anything else to think about. He figured he should probably eat too, so he followed Teddy into the kitchen and decided he’d actually make him breakfast instead of leaving him to the unhealthy cereal again.

They were in the middle of bacon and scrambled egg on toast when there was a knock at the front door. No one every knocked on the door of Draco’s flat, since most of his friends were wizards who could apparate or use the floo. He cast a muffilato on his feet and motioned for Teddy to stay quiet. He peaked through the small peep hole in the door and was surprised to see Hermione standing there.

‘Granger!’ Draco said as he opened the door. As she stepped inside he cast a finite on himself and went back to his breakfast. Hermione dropped a kiss on the top of Teddy’s head as she went to make a cup of tea. Somehow, she’d ended up spending so much time in the flat that it was like a second home to her.

‘Aunt Hermione!’ Teddy was always happy to see Hermione. They’d bonded when he was very small. He wasn’t quite so attached to Ron, but he seemed to be warming up to him a bit more these days.

‘Since when did you start using the front door?’ Draco asked. Hermione rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘Since your ex-husband disconnected your floo and set up Ministry strength wards around your current place of residence.’ Hermione said as she sat down next to Teddy. The table was small and cramped and Draco had once thrown a fit when Hermione had tried to cast some less-than-legal expansion charms.

Draco paused with a forkful of egg half way to his mouth.

‘I’m sorry, what?’ He said slowly. The colour drained from Hermione’s face.

‘He didn’t tell you?’ She asked him. Draco shook his head.

‘No, Granger. He somehow neglected to mention that in his terrible excuse for a note. How he made it through Hogwarts with that chicken scratch for handwriting, I’ll never know.’ Hermione’s smirk made Draco want to send her a nasty stinging hex, but he refrained. There were children present.

‘Aunt Hermioneeeee, how’s Hugo?’ Teddy interrupted. Teddy adored Hugo, much to Rose’s annoyance. Draco tried to explain that Teddy couldn’t pick favourites amongst his cousins, but Teddy had simply said “love and like are two very different things”. Whilst that was certainly true, Draco wasn’t sure that was the best attitude to take.

‘Hugo is fine, sweetheart. He’s spending some quality time with Uncle Ron while Ie to check on Draco.’ Hermione said kindly. She sometimes talked down to Teddy a little bit, since her own children were much younger, but Teddy neverplained.

‘Ted, would you mind getting dressed? I need to talk to your aunt for a bit.’ Draco shot Teddy a pointed look. Teddy wandered off to the spare room he usually stayed in where he had a few clothes.

‘Hermione what the hell?’ Draco hissed as soon as Teddy was out of earshot.

‘Well…I…er. Look, Draco,’ she said, putting on her professional voice. ‘It isn’t my place. I’ve said my piece about you and Harry. If you have an issue you need to talk to him about it. You really scared him yesterday and he went full on Head Auror mode on us all. Yes, he didn’t need to do all that, but that’s just what he’s like.’

‘It’s not fair Hermione. He doesn’t get to do this to me. First, he’s parading his dates in front of my face, then he’s putting me to bloody bed and calling the neighbourhood watch!’ He was so confused and frustrated.

‘He what? What date?’ Hermione nearly slopped her tea over the side of her mug. Draco scourgified the few drops that made it over the edge.

‘Yeah. Leggy-Blonde. Saw them at the coffee shop. MY coffee shop. Laughing away on their little date. I mean, he can date whoever the heck he wants but does he have to pick someone who looks like the female version of me? And in my favourite place as well? Talk about a kick in the teeth.’ Draco mumbled the last bit. Hermione looked dumbfounded.

‘Really? He never mentioned he was dating anyone. Although, I’m so busy these days with being the department head and the kids are a total handful and—oh no, what if he thinks he can’t tell us these things anymore?’

Draco stared at her.

‘Really Granger? You’re going to

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