AN: just a little idea I came up with while watching something or another.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in the tiny plastic chair he was perched in. Beside him was Polly Madam Elephant and Yertle the Turtle. In front of him was a child's table to match the chair he was in. There were place settings for the tea party he was invited to.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth, his daughter, skipped around the table, humming to herself as she put a cookie on the plates of her stuffed animals as well as Harry's and then poured tropical punch Kool-Aide in the tea cups of all her 'guests' cups.

Harry went to take a bite out of his, what looked to be an oatmeal chocolate chip, when his daughter shouted at him.

"Daddy, no! Wait for everyone else!"

"Okay, fine, but sweetie, who are we waiting for anyways?" Harry started, "I mean, you have your elephant, turtle, bear, whale, unicorn and dragon. Who else could we need here for your little tea party?" Harry didn't mean to sound exasperated, but the auror office fire called him something about an emergency. He was about to take off when Elizabeth begged him to be in her tea party. The shining look in her eyes made him unable to say no.

"Be patient," Lizzy replied curtly.

"Yeah, Potter, ever heard of patience?" sad a cool drawl that was all too familiar.

"Draco! You're home!" Harry jumped up to greet his husband.

"Daddy!" Lizzy ran to the expecting arms of her other father. Draco picked her up and spun her around before setting her down and sitting in a tiny chair. He shifted uncomfortably as Harry had. Lizzy gave him a cookie and some Kool-Aide.

Unlike Harry, Draco left the cookie on its plate. He looked up at Harry with annoyance in his features, "well? Are you just going to stand there gaping at me?"

Harry, who realized that his mouth was open, closed it and took his place at the tiny table. Lizzy took a sip from her cup and showed her fathers that in order to drink tea, you had to raise your pinky.

When Draco had finished his cookie, he reached over to Yertle and tried to take his cookie only to be met with the indignant wails of his daughter. He retreated his hand. Harry chuckled and laced his fingers through Draco's and gave him a warm smile. It was moments like this that made him really realize the ending of the war, even though it had been 10 years since an utterance of Death Eater activity.

As for the Ministry, Harry figured that whatever was important couldn't nearly be more important than a mandatory tea party.

AN: suckish, yeah, I know. But hey, you can still tell me your burning thoughts on this story by clicking the 'review' button located at the bottom of your screen, and please do! I love feedback of all kinds!