Harry knelt down in front of the fireplace and wound his arms around the shorter body. Small arms were wrapped around his middle, holding on tightly. Harry gave the young boy a slight squeeze and pulled back, dislodging the other's arms. "Ari, I have to go. I'll see you again tonight."
Green eyes, identical to his own, watched him as he stepped into the green flames. Ari Potter turned and headed back into the small kitchen. He climbed onto one of the chairs at the small wooden table and turned to face his other father, who was using his wand to flip pancakes over the stove. "Daddy, where does Dad go when he leave here?"
Draco turned to better look at his son, Harry's emerald green eyes, midnight black hair, and Draco's pointed features. "Your dad has a job at the Ministry. When he goes to work they pay him for his time."
Ari's face took on a thoughtful expression before he jumped down from his seat and ran up the stairs. He came down a few minutes later, something held tightly in his small hands, as Draco was putting the pancakes on plates and moving the pan into the sink. "Daddy? How much time will this buy me?" Draco turned once again to see his son holding out the four galleons he had.
"Is it enough to take me fishing? Or to play a game of quidditch out back? Do you think it's enough for a day, or maybe a whole week? If I'm a little short then how much more do you think Dad needs?"
The blonde man knelt down to Ari's level and put a hand on his small shoulder. "What are you talking about? How much more does he need for what?"
"To spend some time with me. I know that Dad's busy, cause most times when he gets home it's already dark outside. Put could you tell him that I've got about seven sickles saved up along with my four galleons. So? How much time do you think that will buy me? Maybe he could take me camping down by the creek!"
Draco gave the boy a smile, stood and picked him up. He took Ari into the living room and sat the boy down beside himself.
Harry was in his office at the Ministry when the firecall came in. He turned to see Draco's head in his fireplace. "Draco? Is something wrong?"
Draco gave him a soft smile. "Harry, come home early. You don't have to chase that galleon, your little man has got one here at home."