A/N: This is an idea that's been bouncing around my head for a couple days so I decided to bring it to life on paper.

Disclaimer: Only own non-recognizable characters

Draco's P.O.V.

I walked into the café. Most weeks I came in on Mondays and Fridays to get a feel for how things were going. A couple years ago I spent every day in the place, now I usually only made an appearance twice a week. Daphne would hate how I spent all my time here, but for me it was a release, it felt good concentrating on something other than grief. Now it was just a little place I enjoyed.

Something had compelled me, almost as if I were being controlled, to go to the café. It was Wednesday, I never went on Wednesdays, in fact my Wednesdays were usually pretty busy with midweek clients, some who were coming into to get things completed, others wanting to start a new case. It was usually on Wednesdays that I questioned why I'd decided to work for the Prime Minister. Not this week though, because this week Wednesday was free for me, I'd called in and taken a personal day, saying I needed to make sure all was well at the café. It was, the place was packed. There was one open table against the wall; I decided to take it. I sat with my back to the door.

I drank a mug of tea while I read the paper, listening the entire time to the hustle and bustle of the place. I liked it. Every so often the bell over the door would ding. As time went on I barely noticed it. Suddenly after I heard the familiar ding of the bell a boy ran over to my table. He froze though when he saw me. His blond hair fell into his wide blue eyes.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He said, starting to back away from the table, almost as if he were afraid. I didn't understand; I hadn't done anything.

"Michael, what's wrong?" a man asked as he came and kneeled in front of the boy. The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it and he hadn't faced me yet. I watched as the boy, Michael, shook his head and threw himself into the arms of the man. He stood and faced me, his expression confused and angry at the same time it seemed. I knew that face, I knew those eyes and I knew that scar. It was the one and only, Harry Potter.

He and I had been enemies since the first time we met at Hogwarts Prep. It didn't help that while he was in the school's dormitory house known as Gryffindor, I was in Slytherin, Gryffindor's rival.

His parents had been high up in British government, at least his dad had, while his mother had been a history professor at Oxford. They'd died though in a car accident, Harry had been one and in the backseat of the car. That's when he received the scar and became an orphan. He was eleven when he came to the school of his parents, just like I had been. Before that you went to public or private and then if you were wealthy enough or came from old blood, you went to Hogwarts Prep, it was usually a sure way to get into Oxford or Cambridge later on. I went to Cambridge. Where Harry went, I never knew. Being enemies meant we lost tack of each other.

"Malfoy?" then seconds later, "What'd you do to him?" He always was one for assumptions or maybe that was his sidekick, the Weasel.

"Nothing. I was just sitting here. So you and the youngest Weasel decided to have kids huh? Though I don't remember any blond, lots of red on her side and then for you, well, black." Still holding on to Michael he sat across from me, not bothering to ask for permission. I just rolled my eyes.

"Michael's a foster child. I'm in charge of his case." So Potter was a lawyer huh? He didn't look the type though. He was in dark jeans and a black t-shirt with some band on it.

"Didn't peg you for the attorney type, figured the mud….I mean, Granger, was more bookish." Hermione Granger, she was his other sidekick in school. Unlike Weasley and Potter who had come from old blood, Granger had come in on a scholarship. Although both her parents were dentists, it was known she didn't have the money for Hogwarts. Apparently although dentists, they didn't charge much. So, because she was neither wealthy or of old blood, she was called a mudblood, there weren't many at the school, but I didn't like any of them.

Potter looked at me with disdain before answering. "I'm a social worker and Hermione's no longer a Granger, she's a Weasley." I chuckled. It was so obvious, of course she'd go for the Weasel, they were dating by the time we graduated.

I watched as he whispered something to Michael before letting the boy slide off his lap. Those eyes and that hair, it's almost as if he could be…. I mentally shook those thoughts out of my head as I started to look away from him, then he spoke, his voice was so quiet, almost like an angel's, a tiny part inside of me wondered if he was.

"Hello, Mr. Ferret." I looked at him and then at Potter. Potter was laughing.

"Sorry, Malfoy, I couldn't help it. Seemed easier than introducing you like you were some business friend, he's only a kid." Well, if he was going to put it that way I guess I couldn't be completely angry, plus looking at the boy I picked up that he didn't look afraid anymore. In fact it looked like he was studying me.

"What's your real name?" he asked still looking at me.

"Draco, but if you want…." I got cut off.

"Draco, like the dragon in the sky. I've never seen it, but I saw it in a book once at Aunt 'Mione's. Then Harry got me a stuffed dragon and I named it Draco just like the stars." He said. The child was almost bouncing in his seat from excitement. I could once again see Potter smiling.

"You like dragons, Michael?" I found myself asking. It was almost as if I had no control. It must've been a Wednesday thing; I always lose control on Wednesdays. Then again maybe it was Michael, it was like he was magical.

"Yeah, I like ferrets too, they're cute, but dragons and lions are my favorite. Aunt Ginny and Harry took me to the zoo once and I saw a real lion. It was amazing." Only a little kid could get that excited about going to the zoo. Then it hit me, lions were his favorite. Inwardly I groaned, of course he liked lions; he was with Potter. The guy was a Gryffindor.

As I heard yet another ding of the door's bell, I saw a dark shadow pass over Potter's face. He was angry about something I knew that much. I should know the look, it had been aimed at me often enough.

"Malfoy, could you take Michael outside and get him some ice cream from the stand across from here?" he asked in a strangely calm voice, it almost scared me, only almost though, because Malfoys don't get scared.

"Why…" once again I was cut off, this time by Potter.

"Just do it. Michael, I want you to go with Draco, he'll get you some ice cream ok? I'll be right over." The boy was looking up at him.

"I-I wanna stay with you, Harry." He said in a small, scared voice, the same voice I'd been greeted with when he'd come over to the table.

"I know, but I have to do something. You can trust Draco, he's a friend of mine, got it, kiddo?" it was weird watching Potter like this and even weirder that he'd told the kid that I was his friend, but I guess whatever appeases the child. Michael nodded as he flung small arms around Potter's neck. Potter stood up and so did I. He handed Michael to me. It felt weird holding him, but almost as if I'd done it a hundred times over. Part of me liked it.

"Don't set him down until you're outside of the café." He quietly ordered me before taking off. I left the café with Michael in my arms. It wasn't until we crossed the street to the ice cream stand that I put him down. Even then I didn't let go of his hand.

To be Continued....(let me know what you think :)