all and Draco unconsciously held his breath.

‘What the hell Draco, there are hundreds of these—you know what, never mind. Now isn’t the time.’ He propped Draco up enough that he could down the potion and Draco flopped boneless back onto the bed. He felt the potion run through him and it almost made him feel a little drunk.

‘Thanks.’ He mumbled. He heard Harry turn to leave and he reached out with an arm that felt too heavy and a bit fuzzy. ‘Stay,’ he said. Harry paused, and Draco didn’t dare try to open his eyes.

‘Maybe another time, yeah?’ He said gently and as Draco drifted back off to sleep, he could’ve sworn he felt Harry press a kiss to his forehead.

The following day was a Friday, and Draco kept his head down at work and tried his best to avoid Harry at all costs. He didn’t want to play with Harry’s emotions any more than he already had done. The only thing getting him through the day was the thought of having Teddy for the weekend.

He figured he’d go to Harry’s to pick Teddy up this time. They’d just about been getting on at work and Draco was starting to feel guilty for the number of times Andromeda had been stuck at home waiting with Teddy while Draco and Harry made a cowardly attempt to co-parent. Draco thought that if Teddy were there, Harry wouldn’t bring up the topic of yesterday’s mishap, so it wouldn’t matter if Draco picked up Teddy from Andromeda’s or the house. Harry’s birthday had taken the edge off and Draco was finallying to terms with seeing the house without living there anymore.

The case was actually going well. Draco knew it would take him a few weeks to analyse the pills Harry had been given at the clinic. He’d said that Healer Matthews had all but thrown them into his hands and told him they fix almost anything. Draco was certain that these were the pills that had caused the problem, but he’d need to use muggle techniques to analyse their contents and whilst he had some knowledge of the subject, he would have to be much more careful. Muggles didn’t get instantaneous results, so Draco would have to wait a while before he knew exactly what he was dealing with.

Draco knew he was clock watching. Every five minutes felt like some kind of purgatory and he was sure he’d read the same set of results three times and he still had no idea what they meant. He’d sent a couple of the pills down to the labs because apparently there was a muggleborn downstairs who’d had proper muggle lab experience. Draco had to admit he was relieved. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable of doing it himself, but he’d been inplete turmoil over his behaviour with Harry and he really couldn’t focus on anything.

Thankfully, he’d managed to pass the final two hours of his working day prepping the file to be sent to Macmillan when all the results came through. Although Harry was the lead Auror on the case, the less significant details were being dealt with by Macmillan since Harry already had a lot of other responsibilities. It turned out Draco hadn’t needed to go to such lengths to stay in his office and avoid Harry, as the auror who’d been injured in a raid was Ron, and he hadn’t exactly been following protocol at the time. That meant Harry was more than preupied and hadn’t been seen all day. Draco was under the impression Ronald wasn’t really enjoying his role in the auror force, and Draco wouldn’t be surprised if he heard that he’d be leaving soon.

He headed home to get changed before he went to pick up Teddy. Normally Harry fed Teddy before he went to Draco’s since Draco used to work late on a Friday, which no one hated more than him. Ok, Harry probably hated it more, but that wasn’t exactly a surprise.

Draco fumbled around in his wardrobe and pulled out a random white shirt and some jeans. Why was it that all of Draco’s casual clothes were ones Harry had bought him? He must look so pathetic constantly showing up in clothes he wasn’t even capable of buying for himself. He’d grown up always being forced to wear the height of wizarding fashion at all times. He was proud of his heritage, not so much the dark arts, but he was proud of being one of the few remaining descendants of the Black family, and the only remaining descendent of the Malfoy family. Which actually probably didn’t even exist anymore considering he was actually a Potter. Either way, casual clothing had never been his strong suit. It worked well really; Harry bought him casual muggle clothes, and Draco bought Harry formal wizard robes. It was a great system.

He was nervous as he got ready to go to Harry’s. He knew now he was able to apparate in and out, but it didn’t feel quite right to do so. It wasn’t his home anymore and his mother always told him it was rude to apparate into other people’s homes.

He apparated to the doorstep of the house and knocked on her door. He cast a cooling charm quickly since it was a scorching hot day and even in the few seconds standing with his back to the sun he was feeling it. The downside to having a pastyplexion. He wasn’t waiting long when the door opened, and his heart sunk in his chest.

‘Hi! You must be Draco!’ There in front of him stood Leggy-Blonde. She was wearing the skimpiest spaghetti strap top and jean shorts and Draco thought it was highly inappropriate around a child. He’d almostpletely otten about Harry’s stupid girlfriend with everything that’d happened between him and Harry recently.

‘Yes I am.’ He said coldly. He was furious.

‘I’m Helen!’ She told him brightly. As if he asked. She stepped aside to let him in and he swept down the hallway like he owned the place. Well, to be fair he had owned the place once upon a time.

‘DRACO!’ Teddy launched himself at Draco.

‘TED!’ Draco said a lot more brightly than usual. Fuck Leggy-Blonde. He was never going to call that bitch Helen. Hela maybe.

‘He’s been excited to see you all week.’ Harry told him as he appeared from the kitchen. Draco grinned at him.

‘Of course he has, I’m his favourite.’ He said smugly as he gave Teddy a squeeze and let him go. Teddy’s hair quickly turned platinum blond with turquoise tips and Draco was smug as all hell knowing that Teddy had changed it because of him instead of Hela. Helen.

‘Yes, well, you’d best make the most of your last weekend.’ Harry said with a wistful smile. Draco’s insides froze. It was August. Teddy was starting Hogwarts this year.

He glanced down at Teddy and saw that the little boy’s face had also fallen. Well done Harry, scare the poor boy more.

‘Oh yes, little Ed is going to a school this year.’ Leggy-Blonde said from behind him. Ed? Who the fuck did she think she was? She doesn’t get to call Draco’s son fucking Ed.

‘Yes, well, you two best be going.’ Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck as he always did when he felt awkward. His lips pressed into a tight line and Draco had the strong suspicion that something else was going on that he didn’t know about.

e on then, Ted. What do you want to do first?’ Draco asked him as they headed through to the living room to use Harry’s floo.

‘ICE CREAM!’ Teddy yelled at the top of his voice. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry who snickered.

‘One of those weekends then.’ Draco said with an amused smile as they stepped into the floo together.

When they arrived at Draco’s flat, Draco dropped the act. Apparently so did Teddy, who flung himself down on Draco’s sofa in a way that imitated Pansy so much that Draco nearly panicked.

‘What’s up Ted?’ Draco asked him. Teddy shrugged and buried his face in the sofa cushions. Teddy wasn’t the type of kid to sulk, he usually took everything in his stride andplained as little as possible, a trait he must’ve developed from Harry because everyone knew Draco was an absolute drama queen.

‘I hate her.’ Teddy said, his voice muffled against the dark material.

‘Helen?’ Draco asked him, careful to use the right name. Teddy nodded. He reluctantly pulled his head up off the sofa, so Draco could sit down next to him.

‘She’d just always showing up and Dad ets about me. I know it’s selfish but I’m going to school and I want to see him.’ Teddy curled up in a ball and Draco’s chest ached for him. He didn’t deserve such a sweet boy.

‘No Ted, it’s not selfish. Hogwarts is a really big thing for you and Harry knows that. I’m sure he doesn’t mean it. Have you told him?’

‘No, I didn’t want to make him mad.’ Teddy said quietly.

‘Don’t be silly. Even if he does get mad, you tell me and I’ll jinx him into the middle of next week.’ That got a laugh out of him.

‘Thanks.’ He said with a small smile.

‘Anytime.e on then, let’s get you that ice cream. This is going to be your favourite weekend ever.’ Draco said, jumping up with feigned enthusiasm. Teddy’s grin lit up his whole face.

Draco decided that he would make the most of having Teddy this weekend because he wasn’t sure when he would get the opportunity to do it again. He’d take him for ice cream at Fortescue’s and he’d let him get whatever he wanted at Quality Quidditch Supplies. Fuck the rules, if his son wanted a broom in his first year, he’d have a damn broom. Draco would just be careful to make sure he didn’t boast about it. He was sure Teddy would be sorted into Hufflepuff; he was so kind and giving and loyal there was no way he would ever hurt a fly. Draco found he didn’t much care what house Teddy was in, so long as he was happy. He was sure Harry had already talked to him about that, but if Teddy brought it up at any point over the weekend, he’d make sure he knew that Draco would love him no matter what happened.

As they flooed to Diagon, Draco tried his best to ignore the small feeling of guilt niggling in the back of his mind. He had a meeting on Monday with an agent to sort out the apartment he was going to rent in France. He had an international Portkey booked and had requested the time off work. Thankfully, as Harry was Head Auror he was far too important to deal with such menial tasks as granting holidays, and thus far Draco had managed to make no mention of his planned trip. He’d be back in time for work on Tuesday anyway, he was sure Harry would never even notice.

The only problem he had was that his loan had been rejected by Gringotts. He would just have to apply for any potions related job, regardless of whether he was overqualified, and hope for the best. After all, he could always work his way up the chain like he had here.

Draco watched as Teddy practically danced down the street towards the ice cream parlour. He took in the delight on Teddy’s face that was there just because he was spending time with Draco, and he was sure that whenever his time came, he was most assuredly going to hell.

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