A/N: I would just like to once again thank my reviewers, even if they are very few (frowns). The less reviews I get, the longer it seems to be taking me to get chapters added...so if you want me to update faster...(smirks and shrugges)...it's up to you. I don't even care if you just review and just say you're reading, just say something. I'm nice...and I don't bite...much...
I would like to warn all of my readers now that this is, at least to me, a very sad chapter (I cried during some parts when I was writing it ok?!), of course that could be because it's my world and I get into it more then you might...but I just wanted you to know.
On a lighter note, I'm really thinking about continuing on with this story, into the boy's second year, and maybe their other years as well. I guess that all depends on you people. Also I would like add, that if you have any questions feel free to ask me.
Any why, on to the story!
Edward glared at the training broom that was floating about a foot off the ground in front of him. His pale forehead had smudge of dirt just above his right eyebrow and his cheeks were the healthy pink color one expected a child to have while they played and ran about. The black robe he was wearing had come undone and it was falling down his shoulder, revealing his the dress shirt underneath, which was now decorated with small grass stains.
"I can't do it," he mumbled still glaring at the broom.
Blaise, who was standing just behind him, went to his side and kneeled down, "Of course you can, or you will," he said quickly, as the boy glanced at him, glare intensifying. It was uncanny how much he looked like Draco when he did that.
"When?" Edward demanded.
"Soon! It's only your first day! Even you dad didn't learn to ride a broom, as well as he does, in one day. The only person that ever did that was-" Blaise stopped. What if Draco didn't want Edward knowing much about Harry?
Edward frowned, "Who?"
"Uh…no one important. I don't know if you've even-"
"Tell me!" the boy crossed his arms and set his jaw. His eyes were blazing with furry.
Blaise was shocked at first, and then he started to get a little angry, "Edward! You don't need to be rude!"
He must have said it a little harsher then he'd meant to because at once the young blonde's brownish grey eyes started to brim with tears. He made himself seem as small as he could, stepping away from the man slowly, "S-s-sorry I'm rich-head," his head was bowed.
"Edward…I didn't mean to-" but before he could finish, the little boy bolted into the house, past Nicole who was coming out to tell them lunch was ready.
"Oh!" She said as the blonde little boy ran into her, on his way past. He seemed to speed up at her cry of shock, and was gone before she could even say his name, "Honey? What happened? Why is he in such a hurry? Does he have to go to the bath-"
He shook his head, "No!" Flustered he ran his hands through his hair, "I accidentally yelled at him."
"You what?! That boy does not need you to yell at him too! Not after what he's been through his whole life." Her hands were on her hips and there was a scowl on her face.
"I know! His tone was a little rude and I told him he didn't need to speak to me that way and then he looked like he was about to cry and said he was sorry for being 'rich-head'. I tried to tell him that I didn't mean to say it like that but he bolted…"
Nicole's frown softened, "Well now he's going to be scared of us both."
"Maybe not," he said looking at her. "You can at least go try to talk to him. If he won't listen, then I guess we'll just have to bring some food up to his room and wait for Draco to come tomorrow."
She nodded, going back into the house, leaving Blaise outside to be mad at himself. Getting to the little one's room she knocked softly, "Edward?"
When no answer came she pressed her ear against the door and listened. Faint crying and coughing came from inside the room. Going against her feelings to leave him alone, Nicole opened the door and stood just inside the doorway, "Edward?"
The crying stopped and there was some rustling just on the other side of the four poster bed that sounded like sheets being moved about and lifted. She went around and was shocked to find that the little boy wasn't there, "Sweetheart? I'm not mad at you, and neither is Blaise."
The sheets along the bottom of the bed moved, showing a brief glimpse of a shoe.
Smiling fleetingly, she gently got down on her stomach and pulled up the blankets, "Why are you under here?"
"Safer if I hide. No one has time to look for me," he whispered. He was clutching onto a stuffed dragon as if his life depended on it.
She nodded understanding, "Well that's true. You are safer under there, because no one can reach you." She wasn't about to tell him that she simply could levitate the bed and then grab him. "But you're wrong about no one having time to look for you, at least here. People who care, make time to look for others."
The little blonde said nothing. He only continued to stare at her, holding his dragon close.
"Blaise didn't mean to yell," she tried, hoping that he'd at least relax.
"He thinks I'm rich-head," Edward's eyes were getting watery again.
"No, no!" Nicole soothed, "He thinks you're sweet, and beautiful. The only reason he raised his voice was because you hurt his feelings by using that tone with him."
Edward looked confused, "Is he sad?"
"Yes, sweetheart, he's very sad. He could be crying in the garden at this very moment, because he's afraid he hurt your feelings and that you don't like him any more."
"Really?" he looked doubtful, but at the same time, a little guilty too.
Nicole nodded, "Oh yes. He thinks the world of you, and he'd hate to lose you. The same goes for me. I don't like to see you sad, or scared."
"Sorry," he whispered, looking ashamed.
"It's alright. You didn't know you meant so much to us," she smiled at him, hoping he'd smile back. When he didn't she sighed, "Can you come out?"
"No," he said shaking his head fearfully.
"Why not?"
"Scared."
Nicole closed her eyes sadly, "I understand. I won't make you come out, and neither will Blaise. I'll bring your lunch up and set it on the table over there," she pointed toward the area that was full of toys. "We won't bother you any more, alright?"
Edward nodded, looking at her oddly.
"But if you want to, you can come down later and talk to us alright? I'll come to give you your supper and check on you before we go to bed to make sure you're alright, if you haven't come down," she brushed some of her hair back from her face, before she let the sheets drop back into place. She got to her feet and left the room, heading back to the garden.
"How is he?" Blaise asked wiping both of his cheeks with a hand, trying his best to sound like he hadn't been crying.
"He's not coming down. In fact…he's hiding out under his bed."
"Did you tell him I was sorry?"
She nodded, "He feels bad about upsetting you, but he's scared that one or both of us are going to beat him. I told him I was going to bring his food up and leave it for him to eat if he doesn't come down."
"God…" Blaise ran another hand through his hair, "I should go up and make sure he has his dragon to cuddle with. I think his dad gave it to him."
"He already has it under the bed with him. I saw it when I looked under there to talk to him," she reached up and touched his cheek, "It will be alright. Draco will be coming by to check up on him. He'll convince him to come back out and talk with us."
Blaise shook he head, "Yeah…if he doesn't kill me for upsetting Edward first! You know how much he loves that kid!"
"Mommy!" Jenna and Sara both yelled, coming into Victoria's room like a small hurricane, "Did you miss us?"
Victoria opened her eyes and smiled, "Oh yes! Who brought you down?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Parker! They're waiting for us back in the muggle part of town," Jenna said, climbing into a chair.
"Yeah, they couldn't come with us since Mr. Parker's sister isn't with them," Sara sat down, in a more lady-like fashion in the other chair.
"You came here all by yourselves?!"
"There was a nurse waiting to take us back here," Jenna said brightly. "The one that's always out at that desk when we come to see you. She's one that gives us the candy all the time."
"Yeah! She owled and told us she'd be waiting to take us here, as soon as she found out we were coming. That way Mr. Parker didn't have to bother his sister just to walk us here," Sara finished looking pleased with herself.
Victoria on the other hand wasn't as happy, "You girls have been a lot of trouble, to a lot of people it sounds like."
Both girls bowed their heads, "We just wanted to come see you!" Jenna complained.
"You both saw me just the other day."
Sara frowned, "Don't you want to see us mommy?"
"Of course I do," Victoria said softening a little, "but you don't need to come and see me all the time, especially when you're in the care of other people. When it's with your father, that's different. He's used to coming down here every other night, but other people have very busy lives."
"Mr. and Mrs. Parker wanted to bring us here!" Jenna said angrily, "If you didn't want us here you should have said so!"
The woman's eyes widened, "Jenna Ann!"
"She's right! If you don't love us anymore, then we won't come see you! Then we won't be a bother to you or anyone else!" Sara slid out of her chair and onto the floor.
Jenna jumped down after her.
Victoria sighed, "Girls wait!"
Both of them stopped, and Jenna sniffled.
"I'm sorry. Come back."
Sara went back over to the bedside and looked at her, but Jenna didn't move.
"Mommy isn't feeling well today, and I'm afraid I'm not going…to start feeling better again. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"But…Daddy said…" Sara swallowed, hard.
"You can't go!" Jenna said crying, her back still to her.
Victoria took a deep breath, "Honey, there's nothing I, or anyone else can do to stop it. We've told you this. You…both of you, are going to have to be strong little girls, for me alright? For me and daddy."
"Who's going to read us stories and take care of us when daddy's at work?" Sara asked, crying now too.
"Well…your daddy is looking for someone to take over looking after you," she said carefully.
"I don't want another mommy!" Jenna yelled, turning to face her mother.
Her twin didn't want one either, "Hanna says that daddies always get new mommies when they're tried of the old ones. That's what her daddy does! That's what daddy's doing now. He doesn't want you any more so he's letting you die!"
She reached over the edge of the bed and cupped the back of Sara's head , "He's not getting you another mommy. I think your father was looking at getting you another…daddy."
Both of the girls frowned and blinked confused, tears still rolling down their faces, "He wants us to have two daddies?" Jenna came over and grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table, next to her mother's bed.
"Yes…something like that," she whispered. "He knows no woman could ever replace me as your mother, and he doesn't want you to think that's what they would be. Your father loves this man very much. In fact, he loved this man before he met and loved me."
Sara shook her head, "Why did he marry you then?"
Victoria sighed, knowing this had be coming, "You father married me because…he thought the other person, man, was dead. When he found out he wasn't, I was already pregnant with your brother, and your father loved me too much to leave me or your brother."
"He's leaving you now!" Jenna said going over to a window.
"When I first met your father he was very weak, in fact, he was almost dead," she whispered softly. "I married him to save his life, and I ended up falling in love with him, but your father…he never really loved me as much as I loved him. His heart already belonged to someone else."
"Do you know who this…man is?" Sara asked, trying to be strong, or at least look like she was.
"I know of him, yes, and you two might have heard of him, but I will not tell you who he is. I'm not even sure if he and your father will…still be able to love each other. It has been a very long time since they were allowed to love each other."
Jenna walked back over to her mother's bed, and took her hand, "I'll…be strong for you mommy. I'll try to get along with whoever daddy likes, even if it ends up being another lady."
Victoria leaned forward and kiss her on the forehead, "Thank you, Jenna."
"Me too," Sara whispered.
Leaning over to the other side of the be Victoria kissed her too, "Thank you too, Sara." She laid back down and closed her eyes, "Sugars? Can you do something else for mommy?"
"What?" both girls asked at the same time.
"I'm going to get very sick after a while, and I don't want you to see me like that, because it will only upset you. If you come to visit sometime, and I tell you that this is the last time you can see me, I want you to not complain," she took a deep breath and steadied her words, "and I want you to say your good byes to me then, alright?"
"Mommy…" Jenna leaned over the railing of the bed and hugged her mom about the waist, small tears rolling off her cheeks and onto Victoria's hospital gown.
"We want to see you every time we can," Sara said leaning in to hug her too.
"I know, Honey, I know, but you are very young, and you don't need those kinds of memories of me. Promise me you won't come see me after I tell you not to anymore."
After a few moments of silent hugging, both girls pulled away and nodded, "We promise."
"Just don't leave too soon, alright?" Jenna said hugging her again.
Victoria nodded, "I'll try my best, you have my word."
Draco smirked down at Harry, "You know…at this rate we'll never get to Hogwarts."
The raven haired sighed softly, smiling, "I know."
"And McGonagall will eat us alive as soon as we do make it," the blonde man added, rubbing his nose against Harry's.
"You know I've been thinking about that. How do you think we should…act, around each other?"
The blonde's smirk became wicked, "Do you think she knows about…us? Did she ever know we were…"
Harry thought about that, "I think she knew we were together before, but that's because Dumbledore knew, or rather had to know. Not many people know about now though."
"Pansy does," Draco frowned, "and by now she's owled Sev, and told him I've divorced her, and maybe about you too. She always thought he was on her side, stupid wench. Sev's probably told Weber that I've divorced his mother, to protect him, but even if he did know about us, he wouldn't mention it to my son. I highly doubt he'd even tell McGonagall unless it was on a need to know bases."
"My wife knows, but she would only tell Chris if he outright asked if I was seeing someone named Draco Malfoy, besides that she has no one else to tell but the nurses and our girls, but I don't know why she would," Harry said running a hand into Draco's soft pale locks.
Silver eyes flashed in amusement, "Then we'll act as if we are still the bitter enemies we once were. Come on! The students will be going to one of their last classes of the day."
Thirty minutes later a freshly showered and dressed, Draco Malfoy apparated into Hogsmead. He glanced about in a disdainful way, grimacing when his eyes landed on something that was below the normal 'Malfoy Standard'.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
The blonde man turned and saw a young lady dressed in black robes with little tiny stars all over them, "There is a carriage just over here waiting to take you to the school."
"And who are you?" he looked over her, frowning at her appearance just like his father used to when meeting new people, even if they were as richly dressed as himself.
"No one you should trouble yourself knowing the name of, Mr. Malfoy," she bowed her head, "If you'll please come with me."
Draco moved the side of his traveling cloak to the side, so his dragon-headed cane was easily seen, "Very well."
A few minutes later, Harry, looking as disheveled as ever, apparated to Hogsmead. He looked around smiling, and remembering, "Hasn't changed much."
"Not really," the same young lady from before said. She was now smiling in a friendly way, her eyes bright, "You must be Mr. Potter." She glanced at the scare on his forehead.
"That would be me. I hope I haven't kept you waiting Miss-"
"Abigail is fine, and you haven't. I'm working for the school as an escort and welcoming service for the parents and guests to the school, you might say. It was all Headmistress McGonagall's idea. I have a way with people and can tell just how to act by hearing their name, even if they aren't…famous," she ended with a smile.
Harry immediately liked her, "Well I'd say you're very good at your job. I feel very welcomed, and I'm sure the escort with be just as great."
She smiled brightly, "Please follow me, Mr. Potter."
Harry followed her and they ended up in the town square. There was one 'not-so-horseless' carriage waiting for him. He nodded his thanks and got inside, jumping in shock as his eyes met with Draco's.
"Potter!" the other man yelled, "I demand that I get a separate carriage! I refuse to ride with th-"
"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy," the young lady said to him. She was on her knees beside the carriage steps, "But the Headmistress wishes for you to arrive together."
"So if I would have come this morning and Scarhead here, would have waited until now, I would have been sitting here all this time?!" Draco's eyes glowed in anger, his knuckles of the hand he was using to hold his cane were white.
"No my Lord. I would have put a spell on you to make it seem as if no time passed at all," she didn't even glance up at him while she spoke. "But since I felt that Mr. Potter would be here soon I simply cast a shorter version of the spell, and went to wait for him."
Draco glared at her and was about to start into another tirade when Harry cut, "Oh shut up Malfoy! God you haven't changed a bit!"
The blonde turned and faced the other man, "And I suppose you have Potter? You still look as ill-kept, if not worse then when you were going to school. I suppose you still are friends with that Mudblood and the Weasel as well."
Mentally Harry put a check down for the blonde, "At least I'm not still living at home with my daddy's magic wards to protect me!"
"I don't need my father's pathetic wards to protect me Potter. I watch my own back, which is still not something you can say for yourself. You rely on your friends to keep you safe, even now."
"Please! Sirs! I will be forced to put you in full body binds if you can not ride peacefully together to the school," the young lady said, somewhere between what Draco would find acceptable, and what Harry would like.
Draco leaned back, "Very well," he sneered. "I'll play nice."
"I'll be good," Harry mumbled, glaring at the blonde man. "At least as long as he is."
She nodded, and went around to sit in the drive's seat, and soon the carriage was moving.
The blonde heir smirked over at the other man, "Prefect," he mouthed.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully, "Git," he mouthed back.
When the carriage finally reached the school, and the young lady opened the door for them, neither man made a move to get out, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, we've arrived."
"I know that!" Draco snapped, "I'm not letting him have a shot at my back. You get out first Potter!"
Snorting Harry glared at him, "And let you have a shot at mine? I think not. You get out Malfoy."
"Like hell I will Potter!"
Abigail closed the door and stepped up on the highest step to the door. She reached above her head and ran a single finger down the middle of the door from top to bottom. Jumping down she stood back and watched as the carriage melted away so that all that remained were the two padded benches Harry and Draco were sitting on. Neither had stopped glaring at the other, even with the carriage melted away, "Please. Come with me."
Shocked Harry looked around himself, "What happened to the-"
"Who cares!" Draco growled, "Start walking."
"Ladies first," the Raven haired man bowed and waved for Malfoy to go on ahead of him.
"You'll pay for that Potter! Rictusempra!"
Harry easily blocked the spell, "Oh please Malfoy! That was from second year, dueling club, and it had been my spell at the time, if you remember correctly. However…there is one…spell from second year that would work here…Serpensortia!"
Draco's eyes widened as he jumped back, when a large black snake shot from the end of Harry's wand, "And that was my spell!"
":Only slither around him. Do not attack!:" the raven haired man hissed, watching as the snake started to circle the blonde. "Scared Malfoy?" Harry asked smirking, quoting him again.
By now many of the Hogwarts students that had been returning to their houses after classes, had stopped and were watching the duel. Heated whispers ran wild through the students as Harry hissed another order to the snake.
":Act like you're going to strike.:"
"Potter!" Draco yelled, "It's going to strike me!"
Harry laughed, "Only if I tell it to."
The blonde looked him right in the eye, conveying real fear to him. He was really scared that Harry would actually let the snake bite him.
":Lay down. Co-:"
"MR. POTTER! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
Harry's head snapped around, along with the students who had been watching the drama play out, "Just a little fun Professor-"
"Call that creature off immediately! There are children about!" the Headmistress said angrily.
":Come away from him. Come to me,:" he hissed, eyes still locked with McGonagall's, "What would you have me do with it? Perhaps Professor Snape would like a pet…"
Draco relaxed as the snake went to Harry, "You could have killed me!"
"Oh please Malfoy. I was just trying to scare you a little. I'd never really harm you," he smirked darkly at the blonde before kneeling down to run a hand along the snake's back.
"Everyone as you were!" the Headmistress yelled, before turning to glare at the two men still standing in the middle of the school's yard, as the students started to leave and go on about what they were doing before, "As for you two. I would have thought by now you would at least be civil to one another."
Neither man said a word as she continued to glare them down.
"Harry, please tell the snake to go into the forest, away from the students," she was looking at him with her lips pressed in a fine line, but she was slowly calming down.
":You are free. Go deep into the forest and live for the rest of your days,:" Harry smiled at it, patting it as if it were a dog. The snake slid past Draco, who jumped over so he was close to Harry, and out the door, toward the forest, "There Professor. No harm done."
"Setting a bad example for students is not what I would call, 'no harm done', Mr. Potter! You are a celebrities among all wizards and witches! It is very foolish indeed to behave no better then children at your age."
Draco glared at the back of Harry's neck, "He started it Professor!"
Turning around to look at him, Harry raised his eyebrows, "Malfoy, just let it go. She's right after all. We're both probably someone-around-here's hero and we don't want everyone to act like us."
"Speak for yourself Potter," Draco mumbled, "Where is my son?" he asked aloud to Minerva.
"In the hospital wing," she said glancing at the both of them, knowing good and well it was set them off again.
Draco's eyes turned cold, glaring at Harry, "What did your son do to mine?!"
"There is nothing wrong with either of your sons, as far as we can tell, though their behavior is not consistent with that of normal children their age."
"I think the question is, what spell did you teach your son to do on mine?" Harry spat back.
"Enough! If you were not adults I would give you both a month's worth of detentions!"
Harry had the grace to look ashamed, and oddly so did Draco.
Surprised the Headmistress sighed, "Well, if you gentlemen are through, I will take you to see your sons." She turned and walked back into the school followed by the two men, who were exchanging heated glares back and forth behind her back.
They were almost to the hospital wing when a dark brown haired boy with pale green eyes came around a corner and almost ran into Draco, "Web! Sorry I was just-" the boy's eyes widened when he realized that the flash of blonde he'd seen did not belong to the person he thought it did.
Draco sneered at him, brushing himself off, even though he was still clean, "I believe you have mistaken me for my son, and his name is Weber, not 'Web'." He glanced down at the boy's robes and noted that he was a Slytherin. "You are a friend of my son's I take it?"
"Well, we've only just met-"
"Mr. Reed what are you doing out of class?" the Headmistress asked, looking over the tops of her glasses at him.
He turned and smiled sweetly at her, "I was just on my way to the lavatory, Professor McGonagall," he waved a hall pass for her to see.
"Fine. Go off with you then!" she shoed him away. "Are you alright Mr. Malfoy?"
Watching the boy go into the bathroom just down the hall, Draco nodded, "Reed did you say his name was?"
"Yes. Brock Reed. First year Slytherin. He has a nasty temper to him, and before long he'll be in my office for it, if I'm not mistaken," she continued on her way.
Harry smirked at Draco, silently hoping the blonde man remembered their slight bet from earlier. By the look on his face, he did.
Finally, they reached the large doors of the hospital wing. Professor McGonagall turned to face the both of them, blocking the way in, "Before you go inside, you must know there is a sick student inside that needs both of your sons to stay alive. He is very weak, so I beg you, please keep your voices down and let him rest!" She gave them both a good long stare before opening the doors.
"Headmistress," the nurse said, glancing at the two men as they followed the Headmistress into the wing. She tried not to cringe at the amount of power that rolled off of them, "These two should not be here."
"It is taken care of," McGonagall whispered, waving toward the men behind her with a single hand.
The nurse nodded when she felt their magic dampen down to a more bearable level.
"Please, go and get something to eat. I will take care of things here while you are away."
"As you wish Headmistress," the nurse said before leaving the room.
Minerva motioned for the men to go on ahead of her.
Harry allowed Draco to go in front of him. The blonde man walked forward quickly until he came to a bed that was closed off by curtains. Since that was the only bed in the wing that looked like it might have any business, Harry stopped and waited, watching Draco's reaction to the sight on the other side.
The Malfoy man eyes widened, and he turned to look at Minerva, "This is a joke?"
"No," she said quietly.
Hearing that, Harry was not able to wait any longer. He walked over so he was able to see what was on the other side. Of all the things he had expected, seeing his son sound asleep while sitting on the lap, of who he could only guess was Draco's son, in a intimate embrace, was not one of them, "What?!" Harry hissed. He looked to McGonagall but she didn't seem to have an answer for him, "Are they…"
"It appears so," Draco whispered, glancing at Harry. "This is a problem."
"Gentlemen I would have taken care of this myself, but it seems that the relationship they are in the process of making, is needed to save the life of that young man."
Harry shook his head, "He's only doing this to get back at me!"
However, Draco had moved on from the obvious relationship his son was having with Harry's and was on to the young man in the bed next to him, "He's an elf, isn't he? What is he doing away from his Wood at this age?" His tone was caring and concerned.
"Mr. Malfoy?" in the seven years she had taught the blonde, he had never once cared for anyone else but himself, as far as she had been able to tell. Or anyone that knew much about elves, for that matter, especially one as young as Draco was.
Harry too was looking at him. That tone of voice was not suppose to be heard while they were around other people. They were trying to look like the same people they played in school.
"I have learned much about the elf kind," he said moving around so he was on the other side of the bed. Keeping a safe distance away, he looked over the young boy's body, "He is not well. Where is his Wood?"
"In Canada, I'm afraid. I've sent owls, and messengers, but one can not just walk into an Elfin Wood these days. He is the first born of the new age."
"Born of Witch and Wizard? I didn't think that was suppose to happen for a very long time! Where are his parents?" Draco asked.
"Dead. He was given to the last great known Wood of Elves many, many years ago when his parents die of old age."
"Old age? How old were they when they had him?" Harry asked.
McGonagall smiled, "Both of them were 23. Elf kind has a slower aging rate then humans. He only now is what we would consider 11 in age of the body, but he's older then I am if we were actually going to count."
"So why is he here then?" Harry asked.
"His kind wanted him to learn magic, like any human his 'age' would. They wanted him to bring out his human magical side, so he would be able to lead the new age of Elves, but human magic is not safe for one so young to stay around for long. Without Elfin magic, he will die."
Draco shivered, "I can save him."
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry gave him a dark look.
"Harry stop playing," Draco said going over to his side, "I have to go to my Manor and get something," he kissed him on the cheek, "I have something that gives off the right kind of magic. I can save someone!" He turned away from Harry, and looked at a shocked Headmistress, "Is that fireplace hooked to the floo network?"
"Yes, of course-" she started to mumble glancing from Harry and then back to Draco.
"I'll be right back!" He pulled some floo powder from somewhere inside his robes, and was inside they fireplace shouting, "Malfoy Manor!" before anyone could stop him.
Harry turned back to look at McGonagall and noticed two other pairs of wide eyes looking at him, "When did you two wake up?"
The blonde squinted his eyes at him, "We saw my father kiss you, so long enough…Mr. Potter?"
"Yes. What is my son doing in your lap?" he asked, changing the subject.
"I was sleeping father. Web happens to be very comfortable. What were you doing kissing his dad?" Chris shot back.
Looking uncomfortable Harry sighed, "I guess we can't hide it any more…Explanation time?"
Professor McGonagall nodded, angry again, "You had better start explaining, Mr. Potter, because last time I checked you were a married man with a sick wife to look after."
Sighing Harry crossed his arms over his chest, "There's a very good reason for this…" he looked at his son, who was trying to kill him with only his eyes, "But I think Draco should be here for it…so you all will just have to wait until he comes back."
A/N: Well that was the interesting. I've already started on the next chapter too. I'll get it out as soon as I can...but...it might come out faster if I get some more Reviews. (smirks) I know...I'm just a little evil aren't I?