WARNING IN FIRST CHAPTER

Draco drummed his fingers against the counter top and stared down and his now cold cup of untouched coffee.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He stayed quiet as an attempt to ignore her. But Shirley had never been one to let things be swept under the rug. That was the reason she knew about Harry in the first place. Nagging was a sport to her. "So let me see if I get this, you left your wizard world and moved to London to get away from Harry Potter, savior of all things magical because he was sure to stay there because of his fame."

Draco nodded still trying to ignore her.

"We go to dinner with a friend of mine from work who is dating Mr. Potter, your ex whom you have yet to get over, and he has a daughter."

Another nod.

"And now you are sitting here trying not to pay attention to me and you don't want to talk about it."

He glared up at her, then back to the coffee. "He obviously got over me quickly. She's got to be around seven. That doesn't give him much room to get over me. I guess he was cheating." It had plagued him everyday, thinking that maybe he had been wrong. Harry's face when he confronted him with it only held confusion and hurt, like kicking a puppy. But after so long the weight still wasn't lifted it at all. Instead it made him feel worse.

"Maybe he adopted her?" Shirley tried to help. For being a muggle Draco had certainly found her to be his closest confidant and friend. They had been roommates since Draco fled to London. He pays for the flat and she works and does school. Something about becoming the best author ever in the history of life. Draco just needed to figure out how muggle life worked.

He shook his head. "She has his eyes."

"He does have beautiful eyes."

"Not helping."

"Sorry. But that still doesn't mean he was cheating on you. After all you have told me he doesn't seem the type. The stuff you both went through, it doesn't make sense."

"It still hurts."

"I know dear. But don't let it take over you."

He got up from the stool and stretched. "I need to sleep." He kissed her forehead and told her thank you before heading to his bedroom. He laid down staring at the ceiling which reflect and image of Harry, and when he closed his eyes the image became clearer. He looked so sad. But why? He had his best friends still, a girlfriend, and a….a daughter. Isadora….that was one of the names he had picked out during their late night talks. Dracos aunt Isadora was the only adult in his family that ever cared for him. Treated him like a child instead of a up and coming follower of Voldemort. It was her influence that helped him change sides in the end. How dare he do that. Draco felt like it was a spiteful thing to do. But why? He needed to know.

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Harry could tell when someone was following him, it came from the cameras that followed him for months after he defeated Voldemort. It made it worse because he knew that it was Draco following him. Every school day he would go to the Lacey's coffee shop next to her school and read for an hour before picking her up at the end of the day. For the past three days Draco had been following him on his walk there, then watch Harry pick Isadora up. He would have confronted him about it, but he didn't want to talk to Draco. Didn't want to hear the voice that had returned to haunt him again.

It was Thursday and he had about 15 more minutes before school got out when the bell over the door chimed and he glanced up out of habit. Draco walked in quickly finding him before making his way over to the corner sitting down in front of him. Harry could feel that he was annoyed and was hesitant to put down his book. But gently put it down anyway. He didn't want to look at him either…but he did. To anyone else he looked complacent, but to Harry he looked as annoyed as the rays that were coming off him.

"Seven years…." Draco said quietly. "I have beat myself up for seven years thinking that maybe I was wrong. But your daughter…you didn't have time to get into a relationship after we broke up. Not with the timeline. Your daughter proves that."

"You don't know what you are talking about." Harry sat up further in his chair instantly getting defensive.

"I don't?" Draco spat looking up at him with piercing cruel eyes. "then you tell me where my story goes south."

Harry wanted to tell him, but it wouldn't come to his lips from his heart.

"That's what I thought. Now which whore does your little whore belong to?" The look that crossed Harrys face made him want to eat the words that he had just let pour from his mouth. Harry jumped up chair making a loud scrape against the floor and tried to rush past him. Draco grabbed hold of his forearm. "Wait, I didn't mean" He was cut off by Harry slapping him hard across the face. His arm pulled free and he made his way to the door.

"Harry are you alright?" The girl behind the counter asked.

He paused. "I'm fine. Thank you." And then fled out the door.

Draco's hand came to his face and he cursed himself for being so stupid yet again.

There you go!!!! Let me know what you think. Next chapter coming soooon.