A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I've been tied up with a lot of other writing. Three completed stories in the time since I put up the last chapter. All Harry/Draco and they're all up on this site in case you want to take a look.

Now on to the story.

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They stayed in the nursery and played with Scorpius for a while. Draco was surprised by the ease with which Harry handled his son. He seemed to know exactly what to say and do to amuse him and to make him laugh. He commented on it, only to have Harry look incredulously at him.

"Are you kidding?" he said. "I'm around kids all the time. I have four godkids and I baby sit several times a week."

"Four? All Weasleys?"

"Three Weasleys and one Lupin."

Draco raised his eyebrows at that. "Theodore Lupin? My aunt Andromeda's grandson?"

"The very one, yes. Do you know him?" Harry asked as he continued to play with Scorpius. Scorpius had a Dragon in his hand that was hissing and curling it's tail and blowing red smoke through his nose. He pointed the Dragon at Harry and growled while Harry pretended to be afraid of it.

"No. But I wish I did. It's a pity that I don't know my aunt either," Draco said. He looked thoughtful. "After everything that we've been through, it seems silly to hold on to something that happened years ago, something that neither my aunt nor my mother could control, really..."

"Why don't you just write to Andromeda, then? I'm sure she'll be glad to hear from you."

"Do you think so? Mother's been wanting to get in touch with her for a while now, but she's hesitating. I think she's ashamed of facing her sister after everything that happened."

"Andromeda keeps wondering about your mother too, you know. She should just write to her. I'm sure it'll be alright. And Teddy would love to have another grandmother, particularly one who wouldn't have to worry about spoiling him."

"Hmmm...Okay. I'll have a word with mum. I'm meeting her for lunch tomorrow," Draco said.

Scorpius had lost interest in the Dragon by now...he tossed it aside and crawled over to his basket, looking for something else to play with. He dug through his things and came up with the flying brooms that he had been playing with earlier. Each of the brooms had a small figure on it, wearing Quidditch robes, gripping the broom tight and leaning forward. They were his favourite toys. He held them tightly in one little hand and crawled back to his father. Draco activated the charm on the brooms and they rose into the air, just high enough that Scorpius would be able to reach for them if he tried. He watched them quietly, for a while, with his eyes wide and his lips parted and then he started crawling around as he reached out trying to grab the little brooms. They got away several times, but he kept trying, his face set in the kind of seriousness that only a one year old can achieve.

Draco and Harry were so absorbed by his antics that they lost the thread of their conversation. They sat on the carpet, with Scorpius between them, watching him and smiling, chuckling occasionally and clapping when he finally did manage to grab a couple of brooms. He held them in one hand and crawled up to his father and plonked himself in his lap, his pretty little face flushed a bright pink from all the exertion. The only thing that kept Draco from breaking into baby talk and cooing at his son was Harry's presence.

But Harry had no such qualms. He flopped onto his stomach and babbled at Scorpius, who responded with equally enthusiastic nonsense and they had a grand old time making conversation while Draco looked on feeling bemused and wondering exactly how his life had come around to this...he'd spent many evenings with Scorpius like this, but Harry's presence makes it so much better, he thought as glanced at the other man. Harry looked at him at the exact same moment and Draco smiled. Harry smiled back and nodded as if to say that he understood what Draco was feeling.

Draco was still watching Harry when Scorpius yawned and scrunched his eyes. "Ready to sleep, little man?" he said, as his son rested his head on his shoulder and yawned again. He ran his fingers gently through his son's hair and the little boy closed his eyes and snuggled a bit closer.

Draco looked up at Harry. "I'll go put him to sleep. It shouldn't take long," he said.

"It's okay," Harry said. "I'll wait." He gave Scorpius a quick peck on the cheek and left the room.

He made his way downstairs with a smile on his face. Scorpius was adorable, but it was the thought of Draco that made him smile. It was a revelation to see him with his son, all soft and warm and loving. I like that he's shy about showing his affection but unable to hide it anyway, he thought and then he stepped into the living room. Binky offered him a drink which he took with him to the couch. He sat back and looked around the room. He'd been too absorbed in their conversation to see anything properly before.

It was a cosy little room, the walls were painted a warm green and the furniture chosen for comfort rather than show. There were a pair of french windows that opened into the garden, with bright yellow drapes at either end and then there was a large bookshelf that ran the length of the room. Harry finished his drink and went to look at the books...he'd become an avid reader over the years and bookshelves always interested him. He was surprised to find that it was crammed full of books in no particular order. Somehow he had expected Draco to be more organised, he couldn't possibly tell you why, but that was how he had always thought of the other man. This book shelf was more like his own, a thought that warmed him, for some reason.

There were a bunch of photographs on the wall above the matlepiece...all of them were photos of Scorpius. There was a photograph of him with his grandmother and one with Pansy who Harry had to admit, had grown up to be rather a good-looking young woman. There were plenty of others, but the one that caught his eye and held it was a photograph of Scorpius and Draco. They were sitting by the window in this very room, obviously unaware of the fact that they were being photographed. Scorpius was lying in Draco's arms and looking up at him...he threw his head back and kicked his legs and giggled as Draco tickled him under his chin. Scorpius was very cute, but it was Draco that Harry found himself looking at. He was gorgeous, of course, but what got his attention was the look on Draco's face. There was only one word to describe it...joy.

It was a feeling that he himself had never experienced...and he wondered if he ever would. That thought made him realise again just how unhappy he had been ever since that mess with Dan three years ago. He hadn't been in love with Dan, but at least he'd had someone. It was painful to be alone, particularly when all his friends had paired off with someone or the other, making him feel like an outsider all the time. That led to wondering about Draco and where all of this was going to go. He had no answer to that and he wasn't deluded enough to think that it was going to be easy, but there was a feeling of rightness about this whole thing. It was something that he had felt keenly yesterday, the moment that Draco had put arms around him...and the feeling had stayed.

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Draco stepped out of his bedroom and put up a charm that would let him know if Scorpius woke up. He made his way down the stairs and he found Harry in the living room, staring at a photograph of him and Scorpius. Harry had a small smile on his face and he was so absorbed in whatever he was thinking about that he didn't notice that Draco had come up to stand behind him.

"He does look adorable in that photograph," Draco said softly.

Harry started a little. "Yes he does. Just like his father," he said softly as he turned around.

"You think I'm adorable?" Draco said as he quirked his eyebrow in an expression of disbelief.

"In that photograph, yes," Harry replied with a smirk.

They looked intently at each other for a moment. Draco found himself glancing at Harry's lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss him...he flushed a little as he thought it might be very nice indeed. It was obvious from the way Harry was looking at him, that he was thinking about the same thing. But neither of them made a move, afraid perhaps, that it was too much too soon. They were both a bit relieved when Binky showed up to announce dinner.

They spent a long time talking that night. Binky had been so excited at the idea that they were going to have a guest that she had cooked an elaborate meal that they thoroughly enjoyed, along with several glasses of wine. The wine made it easier to talk and they soon realised how little they actually knew about each other. So they talked and shared bits and pieces of their lives, memories, choices, decisions, regrets...

They were comfortable talking about most things, but they avoided all mention of the war. Not because it would be uncomfortable to talk about it, but because they both understood that everything that had happened, was in the past and it didn't matter anymore. They had both come a long way since then and what mattered was who they were today. The crazy thing, though was that neither of them articulated any of that. They just seemed to agree on it without having to actually say the words...

It was rather late when Harry finally got up to leave. Draco followed him into the living room until they were both standing in front of the Floo, feeling a bit nervous and unsure of what to say or do exactly.

"I had a great time today," Harry said finally.

"So did I."

"Good night."

"Good night, Harry."

Harry turned to go. He grabbed a bit of the Floo powder from the glass bowl on the mantlepiece. He hesitated. He put the powder back in the bowl and turned to Draco. He moved so he was standing right in front of him, their bodies just an inch from touching. He put his hands on Draco's shoulders and reached up and kissed him lightly on his mouth, smiling when he felt the answering pressure on his lips. He stepped back and smiled.

"I'll see you soon, I hope," he said and then he was gone in a rush of green flames, leaving Draco looking and feeling a bit dazed. He stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, checked on Scorpius and saw that he was sleeping peacefully and then he fell into his bed and closed his eyes, feeling light and happy and looking forward to the next day in a way that he hadn't, for a long time now.

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