Hey y'all! I'm so sorry for my super long break, I just have had such a hard time with the final semester of college. It's crazy! I really appreciate all of your kind words and everyone who faved this story. Obviously not everyone likes it, as I got a pretty harsh review! but as much as I like constructive criticism (I do!) please remember that I am just doing this for fun. I am not a writer in any sense and I am just doing this purely for trying to write more as a personal goal. I'm sorry if you don't like how I write, or what characteristics I assign to my characters, but that's my choice. Please let me live

Also I got a couple of DMs about my personal blogs and such (I can't believe it! I feel like a celebrity) and you can find me at iridescentgloss . tumblr . com. Thanks to the people who asked, I'm really honored.

Anyway, on to the Drarry! And also Teddy is back in this chapter


"You haven't met Pansy yet." Draco was complaining, as usual, and Harry rolled his eyes. "She's changed," he said.

She had changed, Harry guessed. Still ever the collector of gossip, Pansy Parkinson had become the editor-in-chief of the Prophet and had picked her reputation off the ground in the years following the war. Famously known as the tycoon who had remade The Prophet into the number one newspaper again (and supposedly Draco Malfoy's best friend, according to the tabloids) she ran her business with an iron fist.

"I don't really care to meet her," Harry said, in mock annoyance. He really didn't care so much, but the thought of seeing her again haunted him still. He could still picture her sallow face as she stepped forward. Young and weak and eighteen, but still a person. Someone he would have to confront, eventually. He shivered.

Draco turned away from him, not saying anything, but the way that he clattered the pan against the tile made Harry feel guilty.

"I am currently in the process of being friends with all your friends," Draco said. Ron being the exception. "You could at least make an effort with Pansy."

"She doesn't want to be friends with me," Harry snorted. "She just wants to be able to say that she can get exclusive access to the Chosen One's inner thoughts again." Harry had sold that right to the Quibbler right after the war, and was consistently being rewarded with articles in which he traversed Europe, looking for Nargles and the like. The most recent article on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and the role they played in the Auror department had been life-changing. Harry snickered, and recalled that he should hang it in his bedroom.

"It's not a laughing matter!" Draco's voice snapped Harry out of his reverie.

"I'll think about it," Harry said, and grabbed Draco briefly on the shoulder, causing him to tense and then slowly relax. Ever since the incident of a few weeks ago, the two of them had been very careful. Harry could sense the tension, could feel the way that Draco's magic flared up when Harry approached, but he wasn't sure why any of it was happening. Then again, he really wasn't sure why anything happened with Draco now. He supposed that yes, he really had changed - he had to admit that, didn't he, when they were able to go a whole hour without cutting remarks - but he didn't know why. He snuck a glance at the other man. His body was relaxed, running vegetables under the water gently, and as he turned them over his long fingers moved with them gracefully. His gaze was concentrated, just as Harry remembered him back in Potions class (when he wasn't sneering at any of them, of course). Harry turned back to the stove, exhaling on another sigh.

"Does Teddy even like stir fry?" Draco asked, in a voice that suggested that he didn't want to talk about whatever had just happened.

"Just because it's not a food for royalty doesn't mean that a member of the Black family won't eat it." Harry laughed. "Bloody pureblooded prat."

"I am not a prat," Draco said, and flicked his wand at Harry. A piece of limp onion landed on his glasses.

"Oh, you're on." Harry grinned and leapt at Draco, pinning to the ground and whispering spells to make the stir fry and all the spices in his kitchen come down with a fury on that white blond head. Draco's wrists were pinned under his hands, writhing around so much that Harry could feel his blood pumping under his palms. Harry kept him down for a bit, but the ferocity of the Quidditch days came back in an instant, and Draco flipped him over, gaining the upper hand. Harry yelped and kept whispering the spells, only stopping as his wand rolled out of his hand and he was forced to look up at a smirking Draco.

"You're not the only one who can use Expelliarmus, Potter," Draco said softly.

Harry didn't reply, instead electing to stare at those ridiculously long, insanely blonde eyelashes that framed those silvery eyes. Like pools of water in winter, he thought. The light danced on them in a way that reminded him of that night that Ron returned to him, that he had seen the doe patronus, the night he had almost drowned in that cold forest. A shiver went through him again. Draco seemed to be getting closer. And closer.

In the room next to them, the Floo flared up, and the two of them let out a collective sigh.

"Harry?" Andromeda's voice called, and he scrambled up as Draco leapt off him, immediately murmuring cleaning spells on the two of them. Harry dashed into the room to see Andromeda looking at him curiously. He swallowed thickly.

"Hey 'Dromeda," Harry said. "How are you?"

"Hello, Harry," she said, and looked at him curiously. She didn't say anything though, as Harry picked a piece of zucchini out of his hair, nor did she say anything as Draco walked through the door, still casting Scourgify. She only nodded vaguely in Draco's direction and gave a little grin, as if she knew something they didn't.

"How's Narcissa been?" Harry asked. He felt uncomfortable, which her staring at him. "You can come through the Floo, by the way, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." She nodded and then hopped through, pulling Teddy along with her. He was unnecessarily quiet, and hardly looked up at Harry as he greeted him. Andromeda shook her head.

"He's been like this for a few days," she said. She bit her lip in concern. "I haven't the faintest idea what to do. It's not a…," here she lowered her voice, "normal sickness, you know."

She nodded at the two of them, and Draco gasped in surprise. Harry looked between Draco and her, irritated that they both understood each other and he didn't. He scowled, and nudged Draco in the ribs. The taller man sighed, turning, and Harry tried to communicate that he didn't understand. Draco got it, obviously, because his eyes widened and he tugged Harry closer to him. Harry still didn't get it, and Draco sighed and pulled him still closer, hissing in his ear now.

"His father. It's the full moon."

Harry pulled away abruptly, and looked at the downtrodden little boy lying on his couch too quickly to notice the look that passed between Andromeda and Draco. He quickly strode over, making it in only a couple of strides, and knelt beside him.

"Oh, hey Teddy." He brushed aside the mousy brown hair that flopped in his eyes. Just like his mother, Harry thought, and felt very sad all of a sudden.

"Hi, Uncle Harry." Teddy was lying across the couch, playing with a loose piece of thread that had come off one of the pillows. His eyes were dull and lifeless, not the bright green that they normally were. Harry sighed and pushed the hair off his face, realizing that his head was cold and clammy. He immediately looked to Andromeda, who was watching in concern.

"How long has he been like this?" Harry demanded, and leapt to his feet. "I - I have tea in the kitchen. I'll get some. It's chamomile." He looked pleadingly at Andromeda. She held his gaze for a moment and then shook her head, biting her lip.

"It's only been a bit. And I don't know what to do," she said, looking at Draco. Her normally calm demeanor slipped, and in that moment, as Harry looked at her, he saw the fear that was present in her eyes. It was wild and crazed, and Harry was sort of taken aback by how strongly she looked like her insane sister. She reached for Draco swiftly, taking his arm, and Harry had to restrain himself, saying that this wasn't Bellatrix, the war is over, this is Andromeda. A fearful Andromeda. She spoke again, this time in a murmur. "This - this wasn't supposed to happen, and I can't give him Wolfsbane yet, it's too strong, and what if he's too young, it's never been tested like this- "

"Andromeda." Draco murmured this, his voice coming out deep and gravely and full of some sort of emotion. Harry had already run back to Teddy, but at this word he turned. He didn't think that he had heard that tone from him ever, and it jolted him to his core. "I might have a solution."

"Oh, darling, what?" Her hands clutched at his sleeve, pulling him, stumbling, closer to her.

"A…. variation of Wolfsbane." He spoke this quietly, so much so that Harry had to strain to hear. "Someone in a different medical group theorized that it was possible, but I honestly have no idea." He paused and then began chewing on his lip with a fervor There are some versions that lower the effectiveness by lessening the amount of ingredients, but I have no idea if that's prudent. I suppose I could try some things. I haven't experimented with potions in a while but I'll do my best. I'll have to find a place to work, as I can't really use work because this potion is … unsanctioned at best, but I'll find a place."

"Oh, Draco."

Harry stood, a million thoughts going through his mind. Everything seemed to battle everything else in his mind for his attention at the moment - his memories of Remus, especially near the full moon, resurfaced - and he seemed to develop a raging migraine. The one thing that was truly present was an image of Teddy, as worn-down and haggard as his father. Harry's jaw clenched, and he whirled on the pair, who seemed finally re-alerted to his presence. Andromeda clutched a hand to her chest, and Draco's pale eyes widened.

"I have, I have extra rooms upstairs." They didn't seem to understand right away, and Harry sighed with frustration. "I know it's not quite legal, and I know I'm an Auror, but take one of the rooms. For Wolfsbane."

It was a clipped speech, and not really an inspiring one at all - nothing like what Harry said to his battalion before a raid - but Andromeda's eyes went soft, and although she kept her composure, there was a certain wavering in her voice.

"Thank you, Harry. I know that this is tough." She looked up at the tall man next her and reached up to grab his gaunt should. "Draco. You have no idea how much this means."

Draco's eyes flicked briefly to Harry before looking back at Andromeda.

"I imagine I have some idea."

Andromeda nodded, looking between them, and then rushed over to Teddy. She laid a quick kiss on his forehead, at which he stirred, and then stood and placed a hand on Harry's cheek. It seemed for a brief moment as if she was about to say something, but instead turned and walked brusquely over to his fire. She gave one last glance to the room and disappeared from the fireplace. Harry watched as the green flames danced lazily and died, replaced by a flickering warm glow. He let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in, and then became suddenly aware of long, cool fingers against his wrist. He looked up at Draco, who was standing next to him.

"We'll find a way," said Draco, and Harry chose to believe him.

Harry believed him as he sank down onto his knees next to Teddy, leaving Draco behind, pressing his forehead against Teddy's clammy one. He believed him even though every time he closed his eyes, the image of Remus Lupin transforming into a wolf in his third year burned into his eyeballs. He barely registered the rustle of Draco settling in next to him, talking softly about potion ingredients.

"There's a possibility that the valerian root is too harsh, or that the wolfsbane needs to be picked before or after the full moon, I suppose that would do it …"

Harry quickly tuned him out, allowing his attention to return to Teddy. He loved him so much, he thought as he brushed hair out of the little boy's face. No one and nothing would hurt him, Harry and Draco would ensure that. And his life would not be the same as his father's, Harry swore it. This little boy would be loved. With that thought, he caught Teddy up in his arms and carried him to the kitchen, promises of reading Beetle the Bard and chamomile tea floating along behind them.


I am truly dead. Thank you again for all your kind words, and to a couple of reviewers who kind of gave me the idea for Andromeda knowing that something is going on, thank you thank yoU! You are all so sweet and the best readers anyone could ask for. I hope that now that it's summer, I can update more often for you all!