author's note -

Guys, really, please give whatever prompts you've got for this fic- i'm still slightly hung on some parts. Spoiler- but oh well- this pretty much results in domestic drarry- getting custody of Teddy. Any interactions, dialogues you've got- i'd love. i'm planning on keeping this smut-less. love y'all, please do review. here's the first chapter:

Draco fought to keep a scowl from his face as he charmed his wet, pale hair dry. He stared at himself in the mirror, eager to eradicate any imperfections- it was Potter he would be seeing at Andromeda's, after all. Stupid Potter with Draco's nephew for a godson.

He scanned his shirt- a newly bleached pale blue cotton button- down – for wrinkles, looked over his muggle jeans and Vans.

He looked over his face, not quite fighting the scowl but instead attempting to smile. He knew his cheeks would blossom as soon as he laid eyes on Teddy, but Potter being there…

He did his favorite smile over and over in the mirror- the cordial smile that just almost wasn't a smirk. The one that could have been flirtatious or challenging or even bored. Perfect for Potter.

He gulped down the last of his tea and Apparated.

Draco's Apparation had been perfect since Hogwarts- but this time, he swooned.

He ended on the first step to Andromeda's cottage. It was comfortable, small, a replica of the one she had before the War, she'd told him. he walked out front and gave a confident knock on the door. He heard Andromeda shuffle to open it, and greeted her with the usual warm, genuine smile he gave his aunt. She embraced him warmly, after which Draco slipped out of his shoes and socks, walking barefoot to the room he knew Teddy would be in.

Andromeda hadn't said yet if Potter was here or not, and Draco didn't want to ask. He walked in, cheeks in full bloom, lips widening from the sides forming only the most candid smile he had.

'Teddy? Uncle Draco's here!'

His smile wavered when he failed to find Teddy anywhere- thus forcing him to inquire Andromeda. She didn't look at him as he asked, and said with her face still peering into the oven:

'Oh, Teddy's in the lawn, Harry's taken him to a broom. It's his first time, we even got a picture in!'

She turned, holding a try of cookies. Smiling, Draco shuffled to reach for one as she swat his hand off, brows almost meeting.

He gave her an apologetic shrug, and turned for the lawn. The sun was high and stood right in his eyes the first few moments, till he had the chance to adjust and take a flying figure in.

Harry Potter held his nephew in his hands while riding a broom. He was laughing , they both were, but what if Teddy fell? Fucking Potter was too stupid to see past his entertainment, that tosser. How had Andromeda even allowed this? Godfather or not, Potter had the responsibility of a four year old. He and Teddy were almost literally at the same maturity level. Teddy would be more likely to get in a good snog before Potter did. Draco winced. He hadn't meant to think that. Not about Teddy, anyway.

He watched Potter register his presence-Potter's infernal smile grew. He flew down, got off of the broom with Teddy still In his arms- the wild thing was shrieking, laughing and pushing his little fists at Potter's chest.

'Hello, Malfoy,' he said pleasantly.

Teddy's hair- dark and messy right now- turned lighter and lighter till it faded to match Draco's pale blond locks. Draco had grown his hair over the past four years, but hadn't kept it open like his father had. He kept it up in a bun, mostly. Pansy and Astoria, his only female friends at work- or anywhere, for the matter- told him he was easily the most fetching bloke in their work building with that hair. Astoria had even tried to- as Pansy put it- seduce Draco, back in the first year or so of their acquaintance, before he'd let her work out that Draco definitely didn't play for Astoria's kind of team.

Teddy's eyes, too, as he got to his feet and stomped over to Draco, turned green.

Green?

Draco blinked. He was usually used to Teddy's eyes turning grey whenever meeting him for the first time- no matter whatever color striked Teddy's fancy later on. It appeared they had been grey when he was with Potter. That wasn't really strange, though: Teddy's moods, as children's often were, remained highly volatile.

Draco couldn't help but think of how Teddy looked- or any child would look- in this magnificent combination of Draco's golden- silver hair and Potter's deep-set, brilliant green eyes.

They were exactly identical to Potter's- the shape even, to an extent. Harry had smoothly crafted, almond-ish eyes- they were like his mother's. Draco, once, had found his way into Harry's apartment back when they'd worked together on a case a couple of months ago, and had found several pictures- old, but beautiful nonetheless- of Potter's parents. His father bore an uncanny semblance to Potter, the glasses and face and even- Draco had been embarrassed to notice- the shape and curve of his hand and fingers. But Potter's iridescent, luminous green eyes were his Mother's.

It had been often that Draco would try to sink in them, all throughout their years at Hogwarts, whenever Potter hadn't been staring or jeering right back.

It was quite a work to avoid peering into Potter's eyes.

Merlin's bollocks.

Draco muttered a 'hi' and swooped Teddy into his arms, not being able to fight off the grin on his face. His eyes stumbled in front, where Potter seemed to be smiling more than before.

'Draco! Uncle Draco! Harry and I rode on a broomstick! Harry says he'll buy me one for my birthday next month! Can you come too?' Teddy's eyes changed swiftly to a chocolate brown. 'Grandma says we're going to live together! Can you bake?'

Draco chuckled as he set Teddy down, got on a knee and ruffled Teddy's hair. 'Good job there, you. How about I bring a toy broom catalogue? You're too young for a real one, you know. Potter can buy you one this year, and three years down the line, when you're eight, you'll have gotten the best broomstick as a present from me,' he said. Teddy's eyes widened as Draco finished. Potter walked towards them, standing now behind Teddy, running his hands through Teddy's hair absently- the way Draco often realized he did- as he nodded to Draco.

'You know,' Potter's face contorted to a reminiscent smile, 'I've a feeling Teddy's going to be brilliant on a broom. Wonder where he gets it.' Teddy had shifted to face Potter now, and Potter spoke just when Draco got up- 'Nymphadora- Tonks, she preferred- was horrible with brooms. So clumsy, your mother was. And I don't think your father ever really got around to brooms. I've no idea where you could have gotten it.'

Draco let out a passive sigh and said, looking at Potter, 'It doesn't really matter, does it? Talents aren't necessarily passed out in families.'

Potter's smile grew smaller but softer – Draco stopped just short from sighing again.

'Yeah. Yes, I suppose.'

There was a small, silent tension, but it seemed to disappear as soon as Andromeda arrived with the tray of cookies. Teddy ran to her, rushing for one, and Andromeda good-naturedly swat his hand- to end up feeding him one with her own.

Draco watched Andromeda and Teddy disappear into the house, standing right at the doors to the lawn. Potter was a few steps behind him, also still. He looked back, and Potter had his back to the house- he was watching the sky. Broom in a hand, cookie in another- cookie? Potter didn't have his wand, he couldn't have summoned it- Potter stood oblivious to his audience.

Draco strode till he was right by Potter's side. Potter looked up at him- Draco, still, was at least three inches taller.

'Who named you godfather? Was it Lupin, or…?' Draco, still, was slightly uneasy when it came to taking Tonks's name.

Potter smiled, chewing up the last of his cookie- he had a few crumbs on the side of his lips, Draco noticed. And reached to brush them away, but resisted just enough to pass it off for brushing off the side of his sleeve.

'It was Remus, before he and Tonks died. During the battle.'

Draco hated how Potter got to sound so at ease with everything.

He'd hated it since their first year.

Draco avoided conversations like this. He'd been good at it since before Hogwarts- it was how he'd been raised. Granted, Draco had spent the last four years straying away from his earlier self, fashioning a new personality with the ideals he actually believed in, but…

But some habits didn't bend to change.

Potter stood silent still, holding his ground, gazing up at the sky. There was a slight breeze blowing, and it took the stray ends that had come out of Draco's bun to sway. Potter looked at him, no doubt noticing this, eyes flickering with the movement.

'Your hair looks good, you know. Way better than the slicked up part you had.'

Draco smiled, involuntarily reaching to touch a lock, when Potter held back his hand. The touch held onto Draco like a wet shiver, and he knew Potter felt his shudder, because Potter immediately pulled back.

'I'm sorry, it's just…I… I'm not good with touches. By anyone,' he added, flushing.

Potter nodded, then put a hand in his pocket. Reached the other one up to mess his hair more.

'What I was saying was… Andromeda's retiring.'

'Retiring?' Draco echoed. Andromeda worked as a supplier to several bakery shops- Honeydukes included- and often told Draco how she loved her work. She'd do it at home, having Teddy taste her batters and occasionally, taking his help with wild inventions. That was the story behind Andromeda and Teddy's Blueberry Cola Creamed Chicken pastry. They'd had Draco come in to taste it, and with great reluctance- mostly out of Teddy's affection- he had. It was scrumptious. There where bits of chicken and cola in the first bite- chicken drenched in cola- followed by blueberry flavoring and cream.

'Yes. Retiring.'

Draco kept his blank expression on; he'd rather let Potter do the brainwork and work out he needed to elaborate.

'She's decided she's getting quite old- which she is, having raised a daughter in her youth, only to lose her and her husband in consecutive years, plus raising Teddy for the last four years, managing to get whatever gold Teddy has needed. She's overworked. She and I were talking about it this, er, Monday. She's decided to spend time with Narcissa, back at one of their cousin's manors in America. To live some of her last days with her sister. It took a great deal of convincing from my side to get her to agree- but I know you'll understand she deserves it. Andromeda is… down with a certain sickness, that's an alright way to put it, I'd reckon. I don't want to be the one telling you the details, but there's no more than half a decade for her- it's something she doesn't really regret, but she's concerned, as she should be, about Teddy. Which is why, after the convincing, we decided Teddy would stay with me,' Potter finishes, every inch of his face flushing.

'With you?' Draco's features darkened.

'Well, with me and.. you.'

Draco almost took a step backwards, then caught himself.

'Well, Potter, I'm… alarmed.'

He shook his head slightly, laughed. 'So..?'

'This is all for Teddy? I get to raise my nephew?

'It's all for Teddy,' Potter agreed. 'you raise your nephew, I'll raise my godson.'

'Raise yourself first, Potter. There's a tea stain on your shirt.'

'Teddy did that.'

Potter's hands went up to his shirt anyway, and Draco turned back, walking in. he heard Potter follow. He walked till the counter, seating himself beside Teddy, as Andromeda scooped ice cream and cookies onto three plates. He met Andromeda's eyes and smiled.

'Draco-' she started, only to be interrupted by him. 'It's alright, Andromeda. We can talk about it later, at the manor. You are still coming, right?'

Andromeda nodded, and passed him a plate he accepted.

Potter took a seat on Teddy's other side, taking a plate from the other side of the counter without reaching for it. Again, Draco noticed, Potter didn't have his wand on him.

'Where's your wand?' Potter flushed darkly, and Draco could tell he didn't want to discuss this. He reached into his back pocket and drew out his wand. Draco nodded, turning his attention to his plate instead, when Andromeda returned to the counter, with a plate for herself. She seated herself on the opposite side, and asked Potter, 'Cissy misses you, Harry. Claims you haven't written in over a week.'

Potter shrugged apologetically and began before Draco cut him to it. 'Cissy? As in Narcissa? My mother misses you?'

Andromeda and Harry both looked Draco's way; only Teddy skipped this- he was turning his hair the different shades of the cookies.

Harry nodded, Andromeda shot Draco a look.

'Since when?'

'We've been writing to each other since the War.'

He looked sheepish, turned slightly away.

'You've been pen- pals for four years?' Draco inquired incredulously.

'You know, she saved me. When Voldemort asked her to go check whether I was alive or not in the forest. She asked me if you're alive, and I said yes. She told Voldemort I was dead. I owed it to her. A couple of weeks later, after you trials, she owled me thanking me and asking how I was. We've been owling regularly ever since. She even sends me dreamless sleep draughts.'

Potter's stare shifted to match Draco's, and Draco leaned forward onto the counter.

'I made those. The draughts.'

'I think I guessed. Potions.'

'Yeah.'

'Thanks- thank you.'

He looked back at Andromeda.

Teddy shouted suddenly, and the three of us all glared at him.

'Grandma! I just thought of something!' Draco noticed his voice held a slight aquiver to it, aquiver but excited. We all drew relieved breaths: there was this time Teddy saw a snake and leapt onto me. Andromeda merely chuckled, and told me Teddy hated reptiles.

'What, Ted?' we drew in closer to him.

'If I can change what I look like, anytime…' he inhaled sharply, looking way past the maturity I'd expect from a four-year old.

None of us encouraged him; we gave him his time.

'Then I can change into Mom and Dad.'

Potter cursed under his breath and looked straight at Draco, willing me to do something. Andromeda looked at him too. She was, of course, a mother figure to Teddy, but Draco'd been noted before at bettering her in the communication sector.

Teddy had been staring at him the whole time, his eyes turning grey.

'Can I have a picture of them?'

'Yeah, yeah, bud. I'll get it for you.' Draco decided it was better to let he kid have his way. He was cheerful, never really bothered by the fact his parent's hadn't lived to be with him, not when he had Draco or Potter or Andromeda. He wouldn't be sent off into sadness by this, Draco was sure.

He glanced back at Potter smiling at him, and Andromeda staring away.

He went off to Andromeda's room, and brought back several pictures of Lupin and Tonks.