"Harry? Oh, thank goodness! I was so worried about you!" Ginny was standing by the front door, looking welcoming. Harry hugged her for a moment, enjoying the soft feel of her robes and the smell of her hair, before stepping back.
"I'm sorry. I just had to help Malfoy out with a few things," Harry mumbled.
"It's midnight, you were gone hours," Ginny notes. "Never mind. Do you want anything to drink?"
"No thanks," Harry said quickly. "I'm really tired, I think I'll just head to bed."
"Oh. Alright." Ginny stepped after him, leaning against the doorframe and watching as he brushed his teeth. "I'm really looking forward to summer. I was thinking we could head up to Scotland, wander round Hogsmeade. Enjoy the place without any pesky students around."
"I find little to enjoy about it," Harry said, rinsing his mouth.
"It's lovely in summer. Though if you want a real summer, we could always head to France. Remember when Hermione went for her trip? It always sounded really beautiful, I'd love to see that forest, wouldn't you?"
He stared at her in disbelief. "Ginny, I already have seen those forests. In seventh year."
"Did you really?"
"Yes. Before the Battle. I'm sure Ron told you?"
"Oh, I must have forgotten," Ginny looked uncomfortable for a moment before smiling quickly. "Honestly, sometimes I swear I'm going senile already. Could you pass me my hairbrush?"
He silently passed it to her and walked past, going into his bedroom.
"Harry?" Ginny called. "Are you alright?"
He didn't answer as he undressed, sliding between cool sheets and closing his eyes.
Sleep, at last.
He just wanted to forget today.
"I'm going round to Scorpius's."
"Alright." Harry turned a page and took a bite of toast.
"Well, I'm not walking."
"It's only a mile or so," Harry said, drinking some pumpkin juice and writing in some crossword answers.
"Please, Harry? Or I'll try Apparating again," Teddy threatened.
"How about tomorrow?" Harry asked, taking another bite of toast. "You only got out of school a week ago."
"It's been two weeks, actually," Teddy sniffed.
"Go play with Max and Liz again, then," Harry said, referring to Teddy's Muggle friends.
"No, they're boring."
"Alright, alright! After I've done my crossword."
"After you've done your crossword," Teddy agreed happily, pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice. "Can I help?"
"Sure. Five down. 'Express'."
"That's the clue?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"Well, does it mean 'express' like fast or 'express' like express yourself, or 'express' like precise, or what?"
"I don't know," Harry laughed. Teddy grinned. Harry was always a little irritable in the mornings and Teddy liked making him smile, regarding it as his own personal challenge.
"Pretty stupid crossword writer," Teddy said critically. "They should fire them."
"I think the crosswords are done by a computer," Harry shrugged. Teddy looked devastated.
"Computer? I always thought of a crossword writer spending lots of time making one, and then I spend ages on the answers, trying to think like them and put myself in their frame of mind," Teddy said sadly.
"Santa Claus doesn't exist either," Harry said, and Teddy pulled a face, punching his shoulder lightly.
"I think the answer to 'express' is 'rapid'," he said, and Harry marked it in reluctantly. "There you go! All finished!"
"Alright, I'll grab my keys. Get your shoes."
Teddy happily ran off and Harry lazily folded the newspaper, gazing into the distance.
"Come on, you've barely moved!" Teddy shouted happily, lugging a bag through the kitchen. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What is that?"
"My overnight bag."
"You're staying the night?"
"Yes." Teddy grinned.
"Thanks for the update," Harry sighed.
"You don't have to know everything that goes on around here, I'm not a bloody noticeboard," Teddy parroted, and Harry rolled up the newspaper, shouting as Teddy ran away laughing.
"Get back here!" he yelled, but when Teddy was out of sight he just shook his head and laughed to himself. Draco was welcome to Teddy; it would give Harry a break, thank Merlin.
Harry pulled up outside number forty-two.
"Alright, there you go."
"You're not coming in?" Teddy asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm avoiding Dra — Lucas," Harry said, trying to shove Teddy out the door, but Teddy climbed determinedly back in.
"Why? What've you done to annoy him?"
"Never you mind."
"Harry! I can't believe you pissed off Scorpius's dad! Thanks a lot, now he'll hate me!" Teddy hissed.
"Language! See, I knew Scorpius was a bad influence..."
"I'm not going in unless you're coming in with me!" Teddy argued. "You're always going on about being nice and polite to people, and you go and anger Mr Malfoy! He probably won't even let me and Scorpius do anything now!"
"What do you mean by that?" Harry said suspiciously, making a lunge for Teddy's bag. Teddy tried to snatch it away but was too slow, and Harry triumphantly unzipped the bag.
"Oh. And what's this?" Harry demanded.
"Okay, I can explain — "
"Please do, I'm very interested in hearing your excuse for having a bag full of fireworks."
"Just give them back, it wasn't going to be anything dangerous, Scorpius just had this wicked idea about rockets and Fizzing Whizzbees — "
Harry snorted and Teddy reached up and snatched the bag from Harry's hands.
"Fine, I'll just go — "
"Oh no you don't!" Harry retorted.
"Why, are you going to stop me? Because you can't step out of the car or Mr Malfoy will get you — "
Harry leapt out of the car and Teddy squeaked, running towards Draco's front door, Harry angrily in pursuit. After a long chase around the front garden, Harry managed to bail Teddy up an apple tree.
"Drop the bag."
Teddy knew when he was cornered and he sighed, dropping from the tree and handing over the bag.
"Thank you," Harry said, grabbing him round the collar and marching him towards the front door. "And I'll confiscate this bag, thank you."
"Hey, I paid for those fireworks!"
"Well, this teaches you a lesson then, doesn't it?"
"Alright, alright," Teddy sighed. Before Harry could leave, however, the front door opened to reveal a grinning Scorpius.
"In trouble, eh Teddy? I was watching from the kitchen. Dead funny."
"Excellent," Harry muttered.
"You wanna come in for tea, biscuits, all that?" Scorpius asked Harry.
"Oh, I'm a little busy — "
"Come on sir, you gotta be nice with my dad coz he hardly lets me have anyone over," Scorpius said. "You gotta try his raspberry tea, he fucking imports it and everyone loves it. 'Cept me. Hey sir, you could do me a favour, yeah? Find out where the fucking coffee is hidden, sir — "
"Alright," Harry muttered reluctantly, following Scorpius as he raced into the kitchen. Teddy muttered to Harry.
"Please be nice, I plan on spending a lot more time over here."
"What's the matter, don't like home?" Harry laughed, but Teddy gave him a serious look.
"It's just that Ginny's round an awful lot..."
"I thought you liked Ginny."
"To a certain extent," Teddy said ambiguously.
"She's really nice," Harry said. "You said so yourself."
"Too nice. I don't know," Teddy replied. "She looks...better in the old photographs you've got of her, at Hogwarts. She looks really different."
"Twelve years does that to you," Harry said dryly.
"Not like that. I mean she looks really serious in those photographs, like she's thoughtful or determined to do something. Now she doesn't look like anything, she just smiles all the time."
"Did you bring the fireworks?" Scorpius cut in, helping himself generously to the biscuit tin.
"Yeah...almost," Teddy mumbled. "Harry won't let me."
"Oh, sir, be cool!"
"I'd rather be alive," Harry said. "I don't trust either of you."
"Scorpius, what's this about fireworks?"
"Oh...nothing, Dad."
Draco had arrived from upstairs, looking quite composed.
"And don't eat all the biscuits."
"Okay, Dad." Scorpius made a great show of carefully pushing the biscuit tin away.
"Can I get you anything, Harry?" Draco asked, glancing once at him.
"I'd love to try this imported raspberry tea," Harry said.
"And coffee," Scorpius whispered to Harry.
"Harry can't drink coffee before afternoon and I can't eat chocolate until after lunch. It's a rule," Teddy explained.
Harry sat by the island counter again, watching Draco make the tea.
"Come on, I'll show you my room," Scorpius said to Teddy.
"I hope you've cleaned it," Draco said warningly, handing Harry's cup of tea to him.
"Yeah, yeah," Scorpius said, sighing loudly.
"I mean it. Or I'll send Teddy home."
"I cleaned it, it's the fucking cat that gets in there, she's fucking annoying — "
"Language, Scorpius," Draco said.
"Sorry, Dad. But it's clean, I swear. Come on." With that, he and Teddy departed, running up the stairs so noisily they sounded like baby elephants.
"Anything I should know about Ted?" Draco asked, rinsing some dishes. "Any problems or medication or anything?"
"No, nothing. I've been very lucky, he's never had any health problems. His transmogrification skills are starting to get a little interesting though, so don't be alarmed if he suddenly turns up with purple hair or a beaky nose or something."
"Interesting."
"Yes. Apparently it's not hereditary, although his mother was one."
"Mmm. Well, I expect you'd want to be on your way. I'm sure you can show yourself out."
"Yes. Thanks for the tea."
Draco made no reply, simply picking up Harry's empty cup and rinsing it out. Harry walked to the door, frowning. Draco was definitely being stand-offish. Not rude or annoyed or sullen, but he was definitely being politely distant and impersonal, as though Harry was a complete stranger.
He opened the door and stepped out, walking straight onto Beadle who yowled indignantly.
Behind him, he heard the sound of something shattering on floorboards.
He shut the door and left.
"How about this? This is nice."
"Harry, it's hideous. Put it down."
Harry sighed and replaced the spoon, which danced happily underneath a floating pie dish.
"Alright, how about that then?" Harry pointed.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, suspicious.
"I'm not sure."
"Look, I'll do the shopping, you just stand there and look confused," Ginny laughed.
"We've been here three hours," Harry said moodily.
"So?" Ginny asked, picking up a potato peeler that began whizzing around dangerously.
"So, I've only got one dose of Polyjuice Potion left," Harry muttered.
"There's no reporters around. Just relax."
"There will be, trust me. It's been over a decade and they still haven't lost interest."
"Of course they haven't, you're the Boy Who Lived Again."
"Keep it down!"
"Alright, alright. Do you think Hermione would like a toaster?"
"It's a housewarming party," Harry said. "Everyone will be getting her toasters." He grabbed something off a shelf. "I'm getting her these."
"What is it? Self-cleaning saucepan set," Ginny read. "Oh, that's perfect for her!" She looked around anxiously. "I'll never be able to top that."
Harry grinned. He had a knack like that. He wandered past a shelf, grabbed something off it, and it turned out to be the perfect gift. Whereas everyone else spent three hours wandering around hopelessly. Harry picked up a sachet absentmindedly. Ghoul-B-Gone.
"Is there anything Muggle in here?" he asked Ginny. She gave him an odd look.
"No. I suppose they probably sell the usual basic items, like bowls or forks or what have you. Oh, look at this cute little cutlery set, Harry! Look at all the tiny pumpkins engraved in the handles. Hermione would absolutely love these." Ginny examined the price tag, then put it back hurriedly.
"You could always sell your Jaguar," Harry said, perhaps a little unkindly, but Ginny looked horrified.
"My Jaguar? Oh, it's so beautiful. I could never do that!"
Harry picked up a teacup, examining it. Fine bone china — Unbreakable Spell: Guaranteed Not To Break, Crack or Even Chip! He happily grabbed a couple, bouncing one on the floor experimentally.
"More gifts? You're generous," Ginny said absently, reaching for some knives but withdrawing her hand hastily when one twitched.
"They're for Malfoy. I've accidentally broken two cups now."
Ginny laughed. "Good for you!"
"And I'm replacing them."
"Harry, you're too nice. I'm sure he can well afford to buy a few more cups."
Harry was growing tired of their shopping excursion and decided to end their suffering. He reached out and took something from a shelf.
"Here you go, Ginny. Panacis Potion-Infused Candle. Hermione would adore that."
"Oh, Harry!" Ginny clutched the candle. "You're wonderful! This is perfect!"
He smiled.
"Hey, Harry," Teddy said, pouring some juice. "I'm going round to Scorpius's again today. Maybe tomorrow too."
"It can't be tomorrow, tomorrow's a full moon," Harry said absently, taking a bite of toast. He was suddenly struck with horror; Teddy probably didn't know about Scorpius. Teddy glanced up and caught his expression.
"It's okay," Teddy said. "I know Scorpius is a werewolf." There was a pause. "I forget sometimes. It's sort of weird that I can forget something that easily, isn't it? Because Scorpius will never forget, ever." He looked up at Harry. "My dad was a werewolf, wasn't he?"
"Yes," Harry said. "He was a very gentle, peaceful man."
"I don't take after him, do I?" Teddy asked, a little sadly.
"Of course you do," Harry said, smiling. "You have his thoughtfulness and his quiet determination. But you have your mother's lightness of heart, her humour. And, of course, her excellent Metamorphmagus skills."
"Watch this," Teddy said, and a look of intense concentration crossed his face. His eyes slowly lightened and his hair became finer and fairer, his body slimming slightly until Harry had a Scorpius sitting in front of him.
"I've been practising for the past month," Teddy said happily, smiling and looking up at Harry with grey eyes. "Don't tell Scorpius, will you? I'm going to surprise him."
"This feels very odd," Harry laughed. "But that's amazing, Teddy. Absolutely amazing."
"Yes, but I can't hold it for long. I have to concentrate on everything and then I start forgetting to keep my eyes grey or my skin more pale," Teddy explained, his eyes gradually darkening and his hair becoming thicker until he was back to normal. "Still...it'll be good for a lark. I've got a couple of other tricks up my sleeve."
"What have you got planned?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"We-ell...I've been practising another, but you mustn't get angry with me. I'm only doing it to play a bit of a joke on Scorpius, I promise. I'm not going to use it do anything stupid, like buy firewhiskey or anything," Teddy said anxiously, and Harry nodded his approval.
"I trust you, Teddy. I know you won't do anything stupid," Harry said. Whilst Teddy might occasionally dabble in silly fireworks pranks, he'd never do anything completely out of line. He had Remus's logic and sensibilities when it came to that.
"Alright. Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise," Harry said.
Once again, Teddy's eyes lightened and his hair grew fairer. He began growing, slowly but surely, until he was slightly taller than Harry. His fingers grew longer and slender, his cheekbones became slightly sharper and his skin lightened.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad." Draco Malfoy's anxious face looked at him.
"I – I'm not mad, just...a little...unnerved," Harry confessed. "It's odd, seeing people you know aren't them, if that makes sense..."
"Oh, I know," Teddy said. "Trust me, when I did it in the mirror I scared myself. It's very odd, isn't it?" He took a bite of toast.
Harry nodded and took a sip of juice. By the time he glanced up again, Teddy was back to his normal self and was happily pouring more juice, apparently quite pleased with himself.
But the image of Draco Malfoy sitting in his kitchen and eating toast would stay in his memory forever.
They were waiting some time on the front porch before Draco answered the door, looking quite annoyed.
"What time is it?"
"Four, and Teddy said he was expected," Harry said, ready to glare at Teddy.
"What? Oh. I forgot."
Scorpius nudged past his father and grinned at Teddy.
"Just ignore Dad. I drew up the plans, let's go."
"Hey — " Harry caught Teddy by the collar. "Teddy, I don't want any misbehaviour."
"Okay."
"I mean, no mischief," Harry said pointedly, referring to his metamorphmagus skills.
"Oh, that. Okay, I promise," Teddy said, before following Scorpius up the stairs.
"Should I be worried?" Draco frowned.
"No. I hope," Harry said, wandering into the kitchen.
"You hope? That doesn't inspire much faith."
"I'm sorry, I thought Teddy was expected," Harry said, Draco's mood seemingly unimproved.
"Don't take it personally," Draco said, still sounding faintly irritated.
"I'll try," Harry said, putting the kettle on as Draco rummaged through a drawer of tea-towels. "Listen, I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
Draco said nothing, opening the fourth drawer and rifling through rolls of cling wrap and baking paper.
"Although to be fair, you shouldn't have sprung it on me like that. It's horrific enough listening to you talk about Pansy at the Battle, but to actually hold it in your hands, this evidence that someone you went to school with was killed...how many deaths am I still yet to hear of? Do you have any idea how many funerals I've attended?"
Draco looked up at him at last. "Oh," he said. "I thought you were just disgusted."
"Sorry?"
"Holding the clothing of someone torn apart by werewolves. I thought you just felt sickened by it."
"No," Harry said bluntly. "I didn't. I just felt...horror. For her. You can go ahead and call me a hypocrite and say I hated her and yes, I didn't like her very much. But nobody deserves that."
"I don't know how Scorpius survived. I am eternally grateful to Theodore Nott," Draco murmured, absently stirring his tea. "He wasn't even friends with me, did you know that? He and Pansy had study sessions in the library sometimes, but that was it. And Merlin knows what he was doing at the Battle. Got left behind, or went back for something, or just got caught up in it. But he must have been there and spotted Pansy and tried to offer as much help as possible. And when she was killed, he must have rescued Scorpius and crawled, dying, to deliver him to me. He owed me nothing and yet he died for Scorpius. How easily he could have walked away from Pansy, from the Battle, and gone on to live. But he didn't. He died, and my son lived."
"Split-second decisions," Harry said aloud. "In battle, they change everything. Teddy became an orphan because a curse was a few inches to the left or right. Things like that." He paused and suddenly smiled. "It's nice, talking about the Battle."
"It's depressing," Draco muttered.
"Yes, but it's nice to know other people went through the same horror, the same sufferings. That you weren't alone."
"Don't you talk about it with the Weaslette?" Draco asked curiously.
"Ginny? Merlin, no. I just — can't."
"But she was there, wasn't she? She'd understand."
"No, she wouldn't."
"Well, you should try," Draco argued. "You won't know otherwise. Maybe she really wants to discuss it too."
"No, she doesn't. All she ever talks about is how nice Hogwarts is, isn't the lake pretty, oh the forest is so beautiful, wasn't it great being seventeen — oh, I forgot. These are for you." Harry handed over the teacups and Draco examined them, surprised.
"Oh. Thanks. They're...practical."
"And fun, too," Harry said, bouncing one on the floor as though it was a basketball. Draco laughed, startled, and Harry noted his surprised expression. "Been a while since you saw magic?"
Draco shrugged, quickly looking away. "Yes. I was hoping to see some on my trip to Hogwarts, but I didn't."
"That must've been a trip down memory lane, visiting Hogwarts."
"It was," Draco said, a sad smile lacing across his lips. "I often think of myself as a naive eleven-year-old, strutting the halls, filled with self-importance and confidence..."
"Confidence? I'd say arrogance," Harry suggested, and Draco laughed good-naturedly.
"Yes, I suppose. Arrogance."
"But you've changed," Harry noted.
"Scorpius made me grow up rather quickly. I supposed he made me change quickly as well. I'd say Teddy's made you change, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. More patient. Much more calm," Draco said.
"Oh," Harry said, feeling pleased.
"Don't let that go to your head."
"I won't." Harry paused and in the brief silence, one of the baby elephants came downstairs again: Teddy, grinning away. As he arrived there was a sudden thump from upstairs.
"What was that?" Harry asked Teddy suspiciously, but the boy just shrugged and looked confused. Draco looked up the stairs, his brow furrowed.
"Scorpius?"
Silence.
"I'd better go check on him," Draco said suspiciously, and made his way upstairs.
"What do you want?" Harry asked Teddy, slightly distracted by the odd thump and the discerning silence.
"I want to show Scorpius my new Strike 4000," Teddy said, referring to his new broom. He'd saved up all year to buy it.
"I'm not driving you all the way back again," Harry said severely. "I'm not going to and fro all the time. You choose one place and stay there."
"Good, Scorpius can stay over at my place!" Teddy said triumphantly.
"Er — that is, Scorpius's place," Harry tried to back-pedal quickly. Teddy was hiding a smile, Harry was sure.
"Scorpius's never even seen my house," Teddy said, as Scorpius arrived downstairs, grinning at them.
"Yeah, that's an insult, sir," Scorpius said, grinning.
"Oh, alright," Harry snapped. "But you have to get your father's permission."
"Yeah, alright. Where is he?" Scorpius asked.
"He went upstairs looking for you," Teddy laughed. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. Go get him, would you?" Scorpius said lazily.
"Why don't you?" Teddy retorted, and Scorpius went to shove him.
"Alright, alright," Teddy sighed, going upstairs. Scorpius turned his attention onto Harry.
"Hey, sir, did you find out where the coffee was?"
"No." Harry smiled.
"Oh, sir, you know! You're just not telling me!"
"Honestly, I don't," Harry laughed, and Scorpius grumbled to himself as Draco arrived downstairs, looking oddly nervous.
"Scorpius, where were you?" he asked, his voice sounding odd.
Scorpius just grinned a most mischievous grin."Nowhere. Anyway, me and Teddy were wondering if we could stay at his place for the night."
Draco didn't seem too fazed by this unexpected query. "Okay, fine — "
"What's going on?"
Draco and Scorpius looked behind them; a second Draco Malfoy approached them from the bottom of the stairs.
"What the — " he began as Scorpius collapsed into laughter. The first Draco suddenly started to flicker — brown hair, red hair, black hair, pale skin, dark skin, adult-sized, child-sized — Harry suddenly realised what was going on. He grabbed the flickering Draco by the wrist, catching glimpses of Teddy's terrified expression.
"Teddy, calm down. I'm a little mad at you right now, but that's okay. Just calm down, alright?"
The flickering faded and eventually there was Teddy, his normal self.
"He talked me into it!" Teddy shouted accusingly, pointing a finger at Scorpius, who was still doubled up with laughter.
"Teddy, I thought you said you wouldn't use it for anything bad. You promised me," Harry said quietly.
"I know, I'm sorry Harry," Teddy said miserably, glaring at Scorpius. "Only Scorpius said his dad wouldn't let him stay the night, and he talked me into this — "
"It's alright," Harry said. "I'm still going to lock up your Strike for a week, though. And your grandmother will certainly hear about this."
"I guessed as much," Teddy said, looking wretched. "I'm sorry."
"You should also apologise to Mr Malfoy too," Harry said; Teddy walked up to Draco, stared at the floor, and mumbled an apology. Draco still seemed a little in shock.
"You pretended to be me?" he asked Teddy. Teddy nodded.
"Ah, don't get pissy at him Dad, it's my fault, I'll take all the blame," Scorpius said, getting to his feet and grinning like a mad Cheshire cat. "It was my idea, I talked him into it."
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Coz you never let me go to other people's houses," Scorpius said easily. "I figured I might actually get a chance this time. We spent ages hatching this plan, eh Teddy? Ah well."
"Teddy, you're going home right now," Harry said sternly, and Teddy walked back over to him without complaint, putting his jacket on dejectedly.
"He can go," Draco said quietly, sinking into a chair and holding a shaking hand to his face.
"What?" Scorpius asked, staring at him.
"I said you could go!" Draco said more loudly.
"You two get in the car," Harry said to Scorpius and Teddy. For once Scorpius said nothing, walking quickly out the door with Teddy. Harry waited til he heard the slam of car doors, then approached Draco, sliding into the chair next to him.
"Are you alright?"
"No. My son just convinced someone to impersonate me so he could go stay the night at a friend's place. Am I that bad a father?"
"I don't know, I'd say you're doing a decent job," Harry said generously.
"I'm not that strict, am I?" Draco asked. "I'm not one of those parents, always panicking over a grazed knee or following him round all the time."
"You just don't trust anyone else to supervise him," Harry shrugged. "Which is fair enough."
"It's stupid, I know. It's ridiculous, it's illogical. I only let him stay the night once at somebody's place, when he was about five. That one night, he fell down the stairs, burnt his mouth on hot chocolate, had an allergic reaction to some plant, and worst of all they had a dog. Dogs don't like werewolves, no matter what shape they're in. They dropped Scorpius off at three in the morning, saying he'd gone hysterical and perhaps it was in everyone's best interest that he didn't stay again. You should have seen him, all bruised and bandaged up. The father was mumbling something about how he swore that he saw Scorpius bite the dog. Something about rabies, and how he thought he saw Scorpius change into a kind of dog-form, then back again. The mother was rolling her eyes and telling him he was crazy. What a nightmare."
"So? One bad experience," Harry shrugged.
"So he nearly changed into a werewolf, even though it wasn't full moon. What if that happened again? What if he did just lose it and start attacking people? I couldn't do that to him or other people. It'd be like letting a tiger wander 'round a hunter's home. You're not sure who's going to get hurt. "
Harry hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to come over?"
"What?" Draco looked at him in confusion.
"Do you want to come over, have a look round the place, just sort of familiarise yourself with it? Perhaps that would ease your mind a little. You could stay for a few hours if you want," Harry shrugged.
Draco thought this over, tapping his fingers against the china teacup.
"No, it's alright," he said at last.
"Is it?"
Draco looked up at him. "No. You're right. I'll come along. Otherwise I'll spend the rest of the day pacing around worrying."
Harry nodded.
