Review reply: insaneblondemidget14, au contraire. I think you'll find that I can "just leave it there"… But I won't (:

A/N: I'm beginning to think that this was badly titled. There are very little, if any, fries, though there is much insanity. The suggestion box is open for new titles; however, Shealtiel is banned from suggesting, because she'll be like, "DISGUSTING SLASH STORY THAT OUGHT TO BE BURNED LIKE TOM BROWN'S BEAUTIFUL ASS".

In any case, I'm terribly sorry for the Harry/Ginny.

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Harry stared, because there was simply nowhere else to look.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed as he stared right back at Harry, but then he seemed to regain his composure. He sighed and said in a tired voice, "I'm sorry, sir, but that flavor is unavailable at the moment. May I suggest Rocky Road or Triple Chocolate?"

Harry's arms tightened around his son. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, and then said huskily, "I – you… Why?"

"I'm not sure, sir," Draco replied, raising his eyebrows. "I suppose – Rocky Road is very popular these days. Same with Triple Chocolate. And they wonder why the obesity levels are so high."

"I – that's not… Not what I'm t-talking about," Harry said, his attempt at a vindictive tone falling flat on its face. "And you – you know it."

"Daddy," James pouted. Two pairs of eyes suddenly snapped to the child in Harry's arms. "Who is he and where's my ice cream?"

Harry's eyes raked over Draco's face, and he sighed.

"This man… I don't know who he is any more," Harry replied, turning towards the door. "And sorry, James, the ice cream shop is next door. We went into – the wrong store."

Harry took a few strides towards the door, and then he turned back to Draco with gritted teeth. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. This shop only seems to stock arrogant prats with memory loss – that's all the merchandise I've seen, anyway – and we were just looking for some decent ice cream. You might want to reconsider your advertising schemes."

The bell tinkled as the yellow door shut behind them.

Draco took a deep breath and he turned away from the door. There were boxes to be unpacked, milk levels to be topped up, straw holders to be filled… He wiped angrily at his cheeks. He didn't have time for tears.

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A/N: yeah, sorry that it's a short chapter. But two chapters in one day, after who-knows-how-long of no chapters? That's lucky, I guess.