"Hey Blaise," Draco greeted his old friend.
"Hey Draco. It's great to see you." A boy about three came running up and pulled on Blaise's trousers.
"Daddy, can I go to Zonko's if Mommy comets with me?" The boy had dark hair, identical to Blaise's.
"Sure," Zabini told his son. Turning back to Draco, he said, "You should stop by for lunch tomorrow. Around noon. It''l be nice to catch up."
"I'll be there."
I've found piece of mind
I'm feelin' food again
I'm on the other side
Back among the livin'
He apparated to Zabini's cottage. He stood on the front path and looked to the sky. He closed his eyes and let the warmth caress his face.
He felt so much better – healed. The scars would always remain, but they didn't ache unless he dwelled on them.
Draco walked to the door and knocked. Blaise's little boy answered.
"Daddy!" the child called. Blaise showed up behind him.
"Draco! I'm glad you could come." He stepped back inside, pulling his son with him, allowing Draco to enter.
"I like your place," Draco said. "I wish I had something like it."