"I really shouldn't be surprised or upset. It's what he deserves." Draco was facing the windows that lead to the balcony from the office. His voice was full of so many different emotions: sadness, grief, conviction, self loathing. Harry couldn't say he understood. Lucius was guilt of so many crimes and deaths, he has to pay for them, but that didn't make his death have any less of an impact on his son. "I mean , for Merlin's sake, he wanted to sell me off to that monster he called a partner. He was willing to kill my mother for a higher position in the hierarchy. I should hate him, but I can't… not fully." The other boy just sounded broken.
Harry didn't know if what he was saying to the boy would help, but it's only what he could imagine that he would want to hear. "Yeah he was a major wanker," that earned him a sarcastic glare from the red eyed boy, "but that doesn't mean he was a bad father the whole time at least. That connection you had to him from your childhood is still there and it won't go away. That's okay. That's normal. That's human." Harry wasn't the best with his words, but he had a gut feeling that was what he should day, and by the death grip hug Malfoy was giving him right now, he's pretty sure that he was right.
The older boys tears fell silently, but Harry could tell that they were present. He patted the Slytherin's back in comfort; Harry felt out of place and a little odd, but it was good. Draco pulled away and sniffled a bit, laughing at his own tears. "I must seem like a crying babe to you Potter."
"No, you just seem human, but knowing you that's basically breaking all of the Malfoy Rules." Harry's voice elevated and held a nasally and posh tone, trying to imitated the boys pure blood tendencies. It gave both boys a good chuckle before the sound of the slap of feet against hardwood floors echoed in the hallways. It was quickly approaching the office door, and as Harry had just fought in a war a few months ago, he was ready to battle, reaching for his wand. Draco on the other hand, his face lit up like a light bulb was behind his eyes. He bent low, a slight squat and he braced for impact as a bolt of something came running through the door, screeching at the top of its lungs.
"Dray! Help Me! Help Me!" It was a small child, between the ages of two and three, and it had come running into Draco's arms without hesitance. The child, a boy, had come in, covered in paint like Draco, with hair as red as Ron's mused and wildly out of order. His smile was infectious the longer you stared at it. It was a surreal sight to see Draco swing the child into his arms and shower the boy with affection in the form of kisses, tickles, and laughter. Harry didn't see the scared bully from years ago; he saw a new father filled with unrestrained love. He was so awed at the sight, and Harry couldn't help that his mouth hung open like a fly trap.
Draco looked over to the Gryffindor to gauge the reaction at the boy in his arms. The other boy looked shocked, and to be honest, he sort of had the right to, no one knew about Draco's "son" or his fiance. Speaking of…
Another soft padding of feet dancing over hard wood was approaching the office. Draco knew this would be her, and he felt a swell of pride at being able to show off the love of his life. The door was pushed open to reveal a girl, shorter than both men, and the similarity between her and the small child was evident with the red hair, reminding him of the Weasleys. Her face had a splattering of freckles and a demure smile on her lips. She stopped right in front of the door way, glancing between the two men and the baby, smirk growing on her lips. Her eyes stopped on Harry.
"Well, what are you boys up to?" Her voice was melodic with deeper tones to it. It was a lazy kind of drawl that was inherently sexy and very American. Harry's eyes widened and turned to Draco who had nothing but an infatuated and star struck smile pointed at the girl. Draco was broken out of his daze by the cough made by Harry. Widened eyes and a pointed face spoke a million words: introduce me, who's this, are we in danger, what is going on?
"Oh, um," clearing his thought and gathering himself, "Harry Potter this is Andrea Norris, my fiance. Andrea this is Harry Potter, a classmate and the boy-who-lived."
"I know that face from anywhere. You're about as famous as Queen is in America. Like the wizard version of the royal family."
Both boys were confused, but seeing as though she was American, and most things they do British people can't understand, so they rolled with it. Despite being confused by the Queen and Royal family reference, Harry was stuck on the fiance part of that little introduction. No one, at least that Harry had talked to, knew about Draco being engaged, or the kid that was currently nestled in Draco's arms.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." Andrea's voice dripped like molasses, slow and sweet yet slightly bitter. Her drawl was sweet, like her smile. Harry automatically replied in a polite tone.
"Please, just Harry, and the pleasures all mine." He stuck out his hand and shook hers. The hand was delicate and soft, yet calloused and there were faint scars that littered the back of her hand and up her forearm. It reminded him of Hermione's scars from the Beabitch: scars of war. She extracted her hand slowly from Harry's grasp; aware of his eyes tracing her scars. She turned her attention to the small child in her fiance's arms.
"And now is this little rascal bothering you?" Her voices was several octaves higher, features and tone exaggerated to show her mischief and intent to the two year old. She turned to full face the red headed child with hands on her hips and eyes narrowed with a fox like smirk on her lips. She glanced up at Draco with all sincerity, knowing their meeting wasn't easy on him based on the redness around his eyes."I'll take him if you need me too."
Draco's smile was gentle as were his eyes, and he held the child closer to himself, as if the boy gave a form of comfort only a child could give."He wasn't being a bother, and we had just finished talking." He hiked the red head higher on his hips.
The small boy was watching everything with interest, especially Harry. He found the scar on his forehead a great source of mystery, and all he wanted to do was touch the boo boo and make it feel better. He reached over Draco's shoulder with some struggling, brought his hand up to his mouth, and as gently as possible for a two year old, placed the kiss holding hand on Harry's forehead, right wear the lighting bolt scar lay. The spectacled boy was stunned at the slightly wet hand placed upon his scar. It was a sweet gesture, considering most didn't tough that part of him because the the connection it once had.
"Oh darling, Sorry about that Potter. He's a very diligent when it comes to others having 'boo boos'." Draco apologized for the small child. He caught him right after he touched Harry's forehead. The kid pouted at the fact he was taken away from his patient. Draco was smiling at the actions of the child that was now secure in his fiance's arms. The two engaged adults glanced at one another with the same softness in their eyes. Draco nodded in silent agreement and passed the redhead over. Andrea turned to fully face Harry with the same soft and gentle smile from before.
"Well then, would you like to stay for a late lunch before you go Harry?"