Harry scrubbed a hand over his face—of all the rotten luck, he couldn't believe this was happening to him. Glancing around the room for a supportive face, all he saw were frowns and uncomfortable stares.
Harry should have known better.
Of course they would all side with him. Who wouldn't? Even Harry was finding himself agreeing with those around him.
He felt like such a tosser.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in apology and quickly moved to the other side of his desk. His gaze briefly connected with cold gray and he dropped to his knees. "I never meant to hurt your feelings," he continued and stared into the eyes before him. "I never should have said that you couldn't be an Auror. You'd make the best Auror."
"And?" the blond standing with his arms on his hips prompted, followed by a perfectly arched brow.
"And," Harry hastened to say, "we would be lucky to have you."
Draco bit his lip and gave Harry a firm nod, his stare drifting from Harry to the person standing before him. "I think that will suffice," he declared, resting his hand on the shoulder of the little body before him.
Harry tracked the movement of his husband's hand and found it hard to meet the calculating stare of the green eyes before him. His son wasn't so easily appeased and Harry knew he'd have to pull out the big guns in order to win him over.
He looked down at the stuffed animal clutched in Alby's tiny hand—a half-pumpkin, half-bear thing that Luna had given him over a year ago.
It was Albus Malfoy-Potter's favorite toy and just happened to be the reason that Harry was currently in the doghouse.
He leaned forward and planted a kiss on his son's forehead and charmed a set of Auror robes for the toy. "How would you like to go on the stakeout with me tonight, Auror Pumpkin Bear?"
Albus cocked his head as he thought about the right answer, tapping his chin with the tip of his index finger. "Alright," he waved his hand in the air as he pardoned the man kneeling before him. "I guess you're forgiven, Daddy."
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