It had been three weeks since the day of Malfoy's abrupt departure, and Harry was getting back to normal. Well, pretty much normal. He still had the strange thoughts of blonde hair and glimpses of grey eyes in his dreams, but they were brief and gone in the next moment.

"Oh come on, Teddy bear, stop flinging that around!" Harry sighed, watching his godson. He gently took the plastic spoon away from the toddler, setting it down. "You know better than that."

"Hawy. You took my spoon. I'm eating! You took my gween spoon," the child said crossly, his tiny fist shaking at Harry. He was still having trouble saying the 'r's in the middle of the words, but other than that, the boy was very smart for his age.

"Yes, I took your green spoon because you threw applesauce at my face," Harry smiled at him, using a napkin to wipe said applesauce from his cheek. "I'll give it back to you if you promise not to do that anymore."

The boy went quiet for a few seconds, as he contemplated the proposition.

"'Kay. I won't. Pwomise. Can I have my gween spoon back?" The boy asked, his brown eyes going wide.

"Yes, you may," Harry laughed, handing the spoon back and going back to his own lunch. The spinach ravioli had actually turned out better than he thought, considering he messed up the recipe.

"Hawy? I'm sleeping over tonight," the boy said in a rather matter-of-fact voice. "Just so you know."

Harry snorted out loud and laughed as he shook his head at his godson's antics. Merlin, he loved hanging out with Teddy on the weekends. Andromeda had a chance to take some time off, and Harry got to enjoy the enthralling conversations that he and the three year old had.

"I'm glad you're letting me know, Teddy. It's a good thing I set up your room, huh?"

"Yup-yup. Good thing," he nodded seriously. Harry laughed some more, unable to help the giddy feeling of being around Teddy.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Harry looked up, curious.

"Doorbell!" Teddy announced, trying to get out of his high chair. Applesauce dripped off his chin and was smeared on his hands.

"Teddy, wait a moment, would you?"

Harry struggled as he pulled Teddy out of his chair and put him on his hip, walking towards the door. It was only noon, so perhaps Andromeda had forgotten something from this morning when she dropped off Teddy.

"Open, open, open!" Teddy reached for the door excitedly.

"I am, I am!" Harry chuckled, checking through the peephole that he got installed last week.

Harry gasped at the sight, almost losing his grip on Teddy. He wrenched open the door and blinked, a strange sense of déjà vu appearing as he stared at the man on his front porch.

"Hello!" Teddy cheered, bouncing in the crook of Harry's arm. Harry pulled him onto the other hip and continued staring.

"Malfoy," he swallowed.

He looked nearly the same as three weeks ago, a bit less thin, and wearing a black jumper at least, which was only slightly better than that white t-shirt he had worn last time. He looked up from the floor straight into Harry's eyes, and damn it all if Harry didn't feel the same tug in his heart as the morning Draco had left.

"Potter," the man said softly. He paused, staring at Harry, before continuing in a sort of ramble. "You're looking well. I came to apologise. I didn't…I shouldn't have just left like that."

"You came to apologize?" Harry said incredulity in his voice. "After three weeks of me worrying where you were? If you were okay, and not dead from starvation or frostbite? Thanks, Malfoy. Apology not accepted."

Draco shook his blonde hair out of his eyes and Harry saw the small snowflakes settle on his shoulders and melt away. Harry was so confused by the pain in his chest—why did it hurt to think of Draco cold? Hungry? Why did he care so much?

"I was being stubborn and I didn't want you to pity me. I hate pity—and worse, seeing you care like that, and knowing I had nothing to give back."

"Draco…" Harry tried to swallow again, but there was something stuck in his throat. "I don't need anything back. I was just…I was worried."

"I know, I'm sorry for that—you're so…good. And I'm not," he bit his lip again and Harry wondered where that habit had come from. It seemed so un-Malfoy-like.

"Hawy!" Teddy suddenly started struggling again, probably feeling ignored by his godfather. Harry turned to him and blinked in surprise at Teddy's bright blonde hair. He knew that the boy normally changed his hair to match a new person he met, but Harry was so used to seeing it his own shade of black like it usually was when Teddy was with him.

He faced Draco again and watched as the man stared wide-eyed at Teddy as if he'd never seen a child up-close before.

"Come in," Harry sighed, stepping inside as he felt the cold sweep in. Draco seemed to hesitate, and Harry glared at him. "Don't even start arguing with me."

The corners of Draco's lips turned up and he nodded, walking in. Harry noticed he was still wearing the same tattered brown rucksack and he closed the door behind him, watching the man's backside as he went into the living room.

"Who's that?" Teddy whispered into Harry's ear.

"That, Teddy bear, is your cousin Draco," Harry sighed, taking Teddy back into the kitchen. He grabbed a wet towel and swiped the remaining applesauce from the boy's face and hands. "Why don't you go and introduce yourself? Show off those manners Nana taught you."

"Okay," the boy said, shuffling over to the couch.

Draco sat there stiffly, his eyes darting between Harry and Teddy. Harry smirked and walked over to them, biting down a laugh when Teddy pulled at his hand nervously, half-hiding behind Harry's legs. He was normally very loud and talkative, but as many kids were, he was shy around new people.

"Hi." Teddy waved at Draco. "My name is Teddy Lupin."

"It's nice to meet you, Teddy," Draco said softly, looking up at Harry, almost with the same nervousness as his younger cousin. Harry nodded encouragingly and sat down on the couch next to him, pulling Teddy into his lap.

"Er, how old are you?" Draco asked, turning to face them.

"I'm three," Teddy said as he held up three fingers. "How old are you?"

Harry chuckled as Draco blinked at the question in surprise.

"I'm 21," Draco replied.

"Wow, you're old. Like Hawy. That's okay." Teddy shrugged. Draco's eyebrows rose in amusement and Harry laughed again. "What's your favowite color?"

"Um," Draco paused, his brow furrowing in thought. "Green."

"Mine too!" Teddy suddenly shrieked. He jumped off Harry's lap and ran to the kitchen.

"Ever the Slytherin," Harry chuckled, shaking his head.

"Shut up, Potter."

Teddy came back in the room, his blonde hair rapidly changing into a shocking green that matched the large, stuffed dragon in his arms.

"This is Lenny. He's my dragon. You can hold him if you want," Teddy said, standing next to Draco and putting the dragon into his hands. Draco held the dragon gently and looked up at the boy's hair.

"Hawy got him for me last Christmas. He's gween. He doesn't really have fire, so don't worry. Do you like dragons?"

"Actually, I love dragons. Did you know, my name, 'Draco', really means 'Dragon'?"

Teddy gasped in excitement and climbed into Draco's lap, holding Lenny in his arms. "Really? That's the coolest! I wish my name was Draco!"

Draco was stiff and awkward with Teddy in his lap, and Harry was about to pull Teddy off when suddenly Draco patted Teddy on the head awkwardly. Harry's heart thudded almost painfully at the gesture—Draco was trying, and when they sat so close to each other, he could almost see the family resemblance—the same high cheekbones and pale skin.

"He's a Metamorphmagus?" Draco asked Harry, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Yeah, like his mum," Harry replied.

Draco was silent for a while, listening to Teddy talk about Lenny and dragons, and everything else under the sun. Once Teddy got into one of his rants, you couldn't stop the boy from talking.

"I'm sleeping over at Hawy's. Are you sleeping over too?"

Draco looked up at Harry suddenly and their eyes met. Harry bit the inside of his cheek and raised an eyebrow, silently asking the same question as well.

"I believe so. If you think it's a good idea, Teddy," Draco smiled slightly.

"Yes! Stay, stay! Hawy has lots of rooms. Let's go pick one!" He jumped off the couch and pulled Draco and Harry up as well, holding both of their hands as they went up the stairs.

Harry's breathing was shallow as he remembered the last time Draco slept over. The quick rejection to Harry's kiss and the horrible goodbye in the morning. He really hoped nothing like that would happen again, because he didn't think his ego could take it.

Well, that's simple enough to solve—just don't flirt with him, dimwit, the voice in Harry's head said. He silently reminded the voice how attractive Draco was, and how it was probably impossible to not flirt with him.

Pretend like he's not attractive. It's only going to hurt you in the end, the voice said.

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched the sunlight streaming in from a window hit Draco's blonde hair and make it shine almost angelically. Harry was pretty sure not even the best actor in the world could pretend that Draco was unattractive.

"This is my room," Teddy said in excitement, opening the door with his small hands and going into the room that adjoined Harry's. He ran and jumped onto his green bed, his hair blending back into Harry's dark black colour.

"Oh, you can have this one!" Teddy jumped up and down, running into the room down the hall, where Draco had slept the last time he came. "It's right next to mine. When Hawy tells bedtime stowies at night, you can come too. Hawy tells the best stowies. The best, best, best."

Harry smirked as Teddy gave a soft yawn and walked over to him, picking the boy up.

"I think it's time for your nap, Teddy bear."

"Nah. No nap. I'm not sleepy. I want to play with Draco!" He squirmed in Harry's arms as he carried him back to his room.

"We can play in the evening. You're tired right now," Harry said, pulling off Teddy's sweater and shoes. He put the boy in bed, and felt Draco staring at him from the doorway.

"Can we play in the snow? Please, please, please?" Teddy begged, pulling the blanket up to his chin and looking up at Harry with those big brown eyes. "I want to show Draco my snow angel."

"You can show me in the evening, Teddy," Draco said suddenly, coming in and standing next to Teddy's bed, his arms crossed, as if he were still slightly uncomfortable. But the look on his face when he stared down at Teddy was still soft. "I can't wait to see it."

"Okay! You'll make one too, right?"

"Er, yes," Draco nodded once. Harry looked up in surprise, but Draco was still watching Teddy. "If you take your nap now, I'll make one as well."

"Okay, okay. Nap time." Teddy snuggled into the bed, and Harry leaned down to kiss his forehead, flicking his wand to shut off the lights and turn the fairy light in the corner on.

"You 'member not to close the door the whole way, Hawy," Teddy mumbled sleepily, clutching Lenny closer.

"You got it, Teddy bear," Harry said, leaving a sliver of the door open as usual.

"He still thinks there are monsters," he explained to Draco as they made their way back downstairs.

"He's so…" Draco paused, apparently trying to find the right adjective. "Adorable."

"He is, at that," Harry grinned. "Want some lunch?"

"Always the caretaker," Draco smiled. "I'm fine. I'll take some water, though."

"Yeah, sure," Harry said, going into the kitchen. After he gave Draco a glass of water, he leaned against the counter and they stood in an awkward silence for a while. Flashes of Draco glaring at him and Hermione kept replaying in Harry's mind.

"I want to show you something," Draco said suddenly. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and handed a thin object to Harry, biting his lip.

Harry turned the thing over in his hands, realizing it was a chocolate frog card. The corners were bent, and there was a smudge on the words, but it was obvious who was featured on the card.

"Ron told me about this. It's the first time I've seen it," Harry said.

His own face grinned up at him from the card and when he turned it over again, the inscription was in gold lettering.

Harry Potter

1980—Present

The Boy Who Lived, only known survivor of the Avada Kedavra curse and conqueror of Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Riddle. Harry Potter joined the Auror Department under Kingsley Shacklebolt at age 17, then quit and is currently President of the War Orphans Trust, a famous charity in London, England. Harry Potter is also now Seeker for the Chudley Cannons, in England, London.

"I like how they make me sound like I'm not a failure," Harry laughed, handing the card back to Draco.

"You're not a failure…I found it this morning," Draco murmured, staring down at the card. "It made me want to come see you."

Harry swallowed, walking over to him. He was slightly taller than Draco by a few inches, and he felt the strange urge to curl the man into his arms. The inner voice told him not to, so he simply stood there, soaking in the heat of being close to a man in so long.

"I'm glad you came," Harry said softly after a few moments of quiet. "I didn't know what had happened to you, and I really didn't know how to contact you—"

"Harry," Draco interrupted him. "I'm sorry I didn't kiss you that night. I wanted to—really, I did—but I just…I didn't want you to feel obligated…"

"What? I started to kiss you, and why would I feel obligated?"

"Because of what I said about Blaise and the bad sex and everything," Draco muttered, still staring at Harry's neck instead of his face. Harry hesitantly put his hand under Draco's chin to make him look up.

"Trust me, I don't feel obligated to do anything. I feel like kissing you, so I'm going to kiss you. Are you going to let me this time?"

Draco swallowed, and Harry saw a flash of hesitation in the grey eyes before he nodded. Harry leaned down and watched as Draco's eyes fluttered close as he traced his lips on Draco's forehead, then nose, and sighed, putting his arms around Draco's narrow body.

"On second thought…I don't think we're ready for that, yet. And heaven knows if I kiss you once, I won't be able to stop," Harry said, his voice hoarse.

Draco was stiff for a moment in Harry's arms and then he slowly relaxed, putting his arms around Harry's back as well. He was all thin limbs and sharp angles, but Harry thought it may have been the best touch a man had given him. Especially when he felt Draco's heart beat thudding against him.

They stood there for a while, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the background and after a few minutes, Harry realized that Draco's body was shaking. He felt tears soak into his shirt and he clenched his teeth, pulling Draco as close as possible.

"I'm sorry," Draco was murmuring into Harry's chest. "I don't know why I'm crying. Like a snivelling Hufflepuff."

"You're exhausted and grieving. It's normal for you to cry, Draco. Hell, I cried for days after the War. I was so damn…numb all the time. All those people, all those deaths. I felt like it was my fault…I mean, it's never going to stop hurting, but we just have to…live with it."

"I know I sound like a bloody firstie…but I miss her. And my dad. I just want to be three years old again, like Teddy. All innocent and pure—" He broke off as his body shook with soft sobs, and Harry ran his fingers through the blonde hair, the softness clinging to his fingertips.

"None of us are innocent and pure, Draco. The things we've seen… no one should've had to deal with that as kids. But now, we're safe. We have time to get over it, to just…live. That's why I quit the Aurors. I just felt like they were asking me to see more evil, to fight and win all the time. I was tired of fighting—I wanted to help people without having to see evil. It makes me selfish, I know, but I was just done with it."

Draco suddenly shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle and a few oddly endearing hiccups.

"You're the least selfish person I've ever met, Potter," he said, his fingers clutching at Harry's shoulder blades. "The epitome of a Gryffindor, through and through."