Harry blindly followed his nose to the coffee, essential for normal function - well, as normal as Harry Potter could function anyway.
As he stumbled in, tripping on the socks he'd only half pulled onto his feet against the cold floors, pity was taken on him, and strong pale arms guided him to a chair at the table with a mug of coffee placed in front of him. A couple of minutes after he sat, the mug was empty and his brain (which he was sure he had, despite frequent claims otherwise) was up and running. He rose to fill his mug with coffee, and greet the (sometimes) angel that lead him to this morning's salvation. He wrapped his arms around the figure making breakfast, and pushed gentle kisses into his neck.
"No longer a zombie then Potter." The voice that had once held such scorn and malicious intent in just one word, was now laced with deep affection. Of course, in this dance such a move couldn't be left unanswered.
"Thought I'd leave that to you Malfoy." The figure turned.
"Just because you're too Gryffindor to understand-" He was cut off by firm, coffee-flavoured lips pressing into his own. The arms that were at his waist reached behind him, turned the heat off so the breakfast didn't burn, then grabbed his rear and moved him across to lean against the counter.
The two lost themselves in kissing each other, neither rushed nor hurried. Just as things were heating up (not the breakfast, that frankly by this point needed throwing out), they were interrupted by an impossibly loud voice, coming from the little turquoise-haired boy in the doorway.
"Stop kissing Draco Daddy! I need breakfast!" The men broke apart, faintly out of breath, and giggled faintly (though Draco will furiously deny ever giggling if asked), as the little figure pulled himself up onto his seat at the table.
"Since when has he gotten up this early?" Draco quietly demanded, in a mock angry tone.
"Since it's not early anymore." Harry laughingly replied. He gave Draco one last kiss and poured his second mug of coffee from the pot, leaving Draco to resume cooking as he sat with his godson.
"Good morning Daddy." The 4 year old said.
"Good morning cub." Harry replied.
Despite Andromeda's protestations, Teddy Lupin insisted on calling Harry 'Daddy'. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't stop it, as when (again) presented with a picture of Remus and told that was his father, he simply looked at her and said clearly, despite being just over a year old at the time, "have two Daddys. Bad man sent Mummy Daddy away, but Harry Daddy still here." To make matters worse, Dora Tonks had said in her will that Harry was to get custody, with Andromeda visiting, as "Harry and Teddy will understand each other in ways no one else will be able to, and they'll help each other grow and heal stronger if they live together. Plus it'll give Harrikins a great reason to get out of the spotlight he hates so much, with two family fortunes and a baby to raise, he can tell the Ministry to jump off a cliff with all it's job offers." Stubborn even in death, Dora had left no room for contestation, leaving behind a memory to be played, outlining all her reasons for her choice, and even saying it was against Remus' suggestion, so Andromeda could only blame her.
Once all three were sat and happily eating and drinking, Teddy once again shocked the two men.
"Draco, when are you going to be my Daddy too?"
