It was coming to the end of January, and it was cold. Bitterly cold. The snow had settled into banks and rooftops, but had stopped falling quite so heavily. However Oliver and Puddlemere couldn't return to their grounds so were still training abroad - it had been two weeks. Or 17 days. Hermione was counting. And she never thought she'd be like this, she never thought she'd rely on someone else so much, it had always been just her. She hadn't needed anyone else, she got by on her own, and she managed to cope, heck, she didn't cope, she smashed it. Youngest head of department that the Ministry had ever had, one of the wisest witches of her age, constantly developing new potions and new laws or schemes for the modern wizarding world. But then Oliver Wood came along and he swept her off her feet, he made her laugh and cry and she was even having a baby with him. On this occasion, on the cold January evening, where the sun had set hours ago and no one was home, Oliver Wood was making her cry. Harry was next door with Draco and Scorpius, Ginny was with friends in Devon, Ron and Gabrielle had gone for a meal, or a date, or whatever.

And Hermione was at home, curled up in her bed, with Whiskey at the end of her bed, and she felt sorry for herself. She never felt sorry for herself. "Get yourself together Granger." She mumbled, to which Whiskey barked and licked her face. She giggled and sat up straight, looking at the dog. "You're a good girl, aren't you Whiskey?" The grey-ginger dog went to lick Hermione again and she smiled, shaking her head. Hermione had a hand on her stomach, rubbing the bump gently, so Whiskey lay a paw on her stomach and looked Hermione in the eyes.

"He's going to be such a good Dad to this little one." Whiskey whined and snuggled up close to Hermione's stomach, an ear laying on her stomach. "I just really want him to be here, to come home. I swear, I wasn't like this before. I didn't need anyone." She wrapped a blanket around Whiskey, whose breathing had levelled out and had started snoring. It was 11.30 pm. "That's not a bad idea, Whiskey.. Guess I should get some sleep too."

"HARREE! HARREE! PAPA!" Scorpius' relentless cries woke both of the men, Draco rolled over and smirked in his sleepy state.

"He said your name first."

Harry rolled his eyes, about to say 'he's your son' but that wouldn't be fair. Harry loved him like a son, and would adopt him if he and Draco ever got married. "Fine. But that rule is shit, Harry comes first in the alphabet, H before P, so maybe Scorpius is just really clever."

"He's two." Draco said bluntly, well aware that toddlers could be clever, but not that clever. He rolled back over, dragging all of the covers with him as Harry got up out of bed, grabbed a shirt and pulled it on as he walked down the corridor to Scorpius' room.

"What's up little guy?"

Scorpius had clearly been crying, so when Harry scooped him up out of his crib he wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

"Bad dream." He mumbled, sniffling. Harry sat down in the armchair in the corner of Scorp's room and held the mini Draco in his lap, tucking a strand of stray blonde hair behind his ear.

"No! What about?" Harry put on a shocked face, joking around. He managed to earn a little giggle, one point to the grown ups, Harry thought.

"Big monsters…"

He reached for a dinosaur book that he knew Draco had read to him the night before, "Did they look like this..?"

Scorpius hid away, nodding again. "Well, I've got an idea. Why don't we go to a big museum tomorrow so you can see dinosaurs, and you can see that they're not scary and in fact they're very friendly. Does that sound good?"

"Maybe."

Harry bit his lip and denied the temptation to roll his eyes, "Let's get you back to bed, all snuggled up with Drarry the dragon."

The morning finally rolled around and Draco was happily dozing, when he got woken up by Scorpius. "Uhh. Hi buddy! You can come up here."

He grinned and pulled himself up onto the bed, Harry was no where to be seen in the bedroom and he couldn't hear the shower running so Draco presumed he was downstairs. "Did Harry help you out of your crib?"

"I climbed out." He had a mischievous little smirk on his face, one that Draco's mother had probably seen on Draco a few times in his younger years.

"Well well well.. We'll have to get a bigger bed for you, won't we little man?"

Scorpius nodded eagerly and Draco smiled at how far he had come in a few months, now he was climbing out of his crib, using more and more vocabulary and translating simple french words. He is your son after all, his subconscious happily commented.

Just then Harry walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist, with wet hair framing his face, he had his glasses on, yet didn't see Scorpius sat in the bed. He was about to drop his towel when Draco spoke up, "Scorpius, what would you like for breakfast?" he said pointedly, making Harry very aware of who else was in the room. Harry blushed and quickly ran to the en-suite to get dressed.

"How come you didn't use the shower in the en-suite, babe?" Draco called out, whilst Scorpius was looking through a picture book.

"I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful in your sleep. Those worry lines of yours just disappear." Harry was towelling off his hair in the bedroom, and leant over to kiss Draco's forehead. "Besides, the showers aren't much different."

"Ah but I could've joined you if I'd known." Draco winked causing Harry to smirk, and reply quickly, "Ah but the small issue of a toddler would prevent such things."

"Alas." Draco smiled and got out of bed, pulling on grey sweats and his old slytherin jersey, bare feet. "Scorp, let's go get some breakfast. Is Drarry coming too?"

"Of course Papa! He wants eggs too!"

"He would like eggs too." Draco corrected Scorp, picking him up and swinging him up onto his back smoothly - a well rehearsed action of a single parent in a townhouse with four flights of stairs, when they had time they negotiated the staircase, but it was just easier for Draco to carry Scorpius.

"Harry said we could go to a big museum with dinosaurs!" Scorpius had to carefully pronounce 'museum' and 'dinosaur' but Draco knew what he was saying.

"When did he say this, Scorp?"

"Last night." Harry said as he walked into the kitchen where the two of them were making breakfast. Scorpius nodded his approval, Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'll explain later. But Scorpius you are right, I said we could go to the big museum that has the dinosaurs. Maybe we could see if Papa is free today?"

"I believe I am, anything for my two favourite boys." Draco kissed Scorpius on the head then kissed Harry's lips.

"Sounds like we've got ourselves a plan, Scorp!" Harry said, grinning.

Scorpius had finally munched himself through a bowl of cereal, Draco was constantly saying that he had the appetite of someone twice his size, but Gabrielle had persuaded him that it was perfectly normal for a boy his age - it was much better to have a child that would eat whatever he was given instead of being extremely fussy. "You can go play in the lounge, Scorpius."

Harry helped Scorpius down from his chair, and he ran off into the lounge; where Draco and Harry were sitting, at the breakfast bar, they had a perfect view of Scorpius through the open plan living area, but it gave Scorpius a feel of independence, which Draco felt was vital for a child.

"He had a nightmare about dinosaurs, you know because you were reading that book to him last night?" Harry sipped his coffee, and glanced across the kitchen, looking for a cloth to clear up Scorpius' mess.

"He's been fine every other time I've read that book to him, it was Astoria's. She was fascinated by dinosaurs and that era."

Harry shrugged, clearing up the mess. "I guess he doesn't like it anymore."

"Do you think, because Scorp has never had his mum's affection, that he'll be bothered by it in the future?"

"I don't know. You're an amazing dad to him though, you needn't worry." He planted a kiss on his forehead, Draco smiled up at his boyfriend.

"Thanks. I try my best." Draco had a slight blush to him, and responded modestly. A lot had changed, really. When he was at Hogwarts, aside from having a few gay tendencies, nothing was much different in his life, not much different to the path that his father had laid out for him. He was going to marry a beautiful girl, have children, raise an empire with a good business, add to the family estate. Then the war happened, he was asked to choose sides and he realised he didn't want to add to the Malfoy wealth if it meant he got his money from hurting others, it wasn't who he was, not deep down.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Harry smiled at him, he looked perfectly at home in Draco's kitchen, wearing checked pyjama bottoms and a loose grey shirt, thick knitted cardigan over the top, a bit of stubble peeking through, his hair a way ward mess - but then when was it not a way ward mess?

"Just thinking about how I acted at Hogwarts, versus how I am now." He said, still stuck in his thoughts, not really paying attention to the conversation he was having.

"You shouldn't dwell on that. You were a different person then, and I love you now, the real you." Harry was stood behind him, his arms wrapped around his chest.

"I've never heard you say that." He whispered shyly, looking up at Harry.

"Well, Draco Lucius Malfoy, I love you." It was a tender, forgiving, heart felt moment that would have felt wrong anywhere but here, at home.

"I love you too, Harry James Potter." They kissed briefly before a manic two year old ran into the kitchen with one of his toy dragons, pretending he was flying with it. They broke the kiss, laughing, and cheered Scorp and his dragon on.

"Hey, Scorp, let's get you ready to go to the museum, yeah?" Draco scooped up his son and and the dragon and ran down the corridor with it, pretending they were flying together.

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They were both holding a hand of Scorpius', swinging him along the pavement, Draco was dressed casually, in black jeans and a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, with a thick grey overcoat on top - plus Scorpius' blue and green rucksack slung over one shoulder. Harry was actually dressed casually in a button down t-shirt, grey jeans and a denim jacket with fur on the inside. It was a bright winter's day, the intense sunlight melting the snow, but not increasing the temperature to above 5 degrees celsius. Scorpius kept complaining about the temperature, asking why they couldn't Floo to the museum. "Well, Scorp, it's a muggle museum, so we have to pretend we're muggles, and muggles walk or drive places. But the museum isn't very far, so we're walking today." Harry said, answering his questions.

Draco laughed, wishing he could put his head in his hands, this is why Scorpius would not be able to go to a muggle primary school - they'd probably think he was mad and send him away. "Look ahead Scorp, there it is!" Draco grinned, pointing to the large archaic building that is the Natural History Museum of London. They got themselves through the turnstiles, and then Scorpius ran right past reception to Dippy the dinosaur who was taking up most of the space in the grand hall. The little boy stood in amazement, unable to really see the sheer size of the skeleton. As they wandered through the museum and looked at the various exhibitions, skeletons, fossils, Scorpius became at ease with the dinosaurs, and seemed convinced that they weren't scary at all.

"It worked." Draco said to Harry, as Scorpius was sat watching a short film about how dinosaurs came to the Earth. Most of the other children in the room were seven and up, but this didn't seem to bother Scorp.

"I thought it would. He's extremely intelligent you know. For a two year old."

Draco smirked, "I know. He is my son after all," He winked and Harry laughed, "He's going to be three next month."

"Oh, when is his birthday?" Harry watched Scorpius, and the other parents watched Harry and Draco. He swore a few women were talking about them.

"End of February, 25th."

"We should throw him a party!" Harry grinned, Draco rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll leave it with you."

"Great." Harry had already started thinking of themes, but he was going to have to talk to Hermione about decorations and the like. "Oh! Hermione got her wedding dress, by the way."

"Have they set a date?!"

Harry laughed, "No, Hermione didn't want to be walking down the aisle with a bump on her. But she's always dreamt of having a Vera Wang, ever since she was a little girl, so Fleur managed to pull a few strings - but it takes a while for the dresses to be altered etc, and Vera Wang is very busy. They're thinking about having a winter wedding though, because Hermione will have had the baby by then."

"That would be pretty. Last time we spoke she'd just received the list of people she 'ought' to invite."

"Our wedding will be like that you know."

Draco blanched, but Harry hadn't seen. "Mhm, lucky us.

The film had ended and Scorpius came walking out, "Dippy! I want to see Dippy again!" He grinned, even though he looked tired.

"You would like to go see Dippy again." Draco corrected, intent on Scorpius' manors being exceptional.

"I would like to go see Dippy again." Scorpius said slowly, with a twinkle in his eye. He had his papa wrapped around his little finger, and Merlin didn't he know it.