Ok, I'm really sorry, but I've moved out of home to go to uni andI haven't had internet access which is why this story hasn't been updated in absolutely forever!

Draco cuddled up as close as he could to his Father, without actually climbing into the man's lap. Draco curled one leg up beneath him and lay his head on his Father's shoulder. He chewed nervously on his bottom lip. 'Why didn't he feel guilty for being late yet Harry did? Was there something wrong with him?' He closed his eyes against tears and he hoped his Father couldn't see that he was almost crying.

Severus gently tapped a finger on Draco's head and Draco cracked one eye open, immediately squeezing it shut again as a tear leaked out. Severus done the only thing he could think of and gathered his son into his lap.

Tom looked on silently, quite glad that he wasn't the one who had to raise both Harry and Draco. In a way he was jealous of Severus, he had two great sons who had accepted him as a Father very quickly, probably because they were both desperate for Father figures in their lives, but raising twins was definitely going to be a full time job, especially when they were as confused as Harry and Draco were. Tom was willing to bet that if they weren't feeling so confused and mixed up right now, they would never willing sit in Severus's lap.

"Draco, you need to tell me what's wrong," Severus probed gently. "I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."

Draco shook his head. "Nothing's wrong," he muttered. "And I don't need help!"

"Draco…" Severus warned him. Between Harry being confused and the worry that had caused him, and the worry when the twins had been late and stressing at Tom, he was coming to the end of his patience. Draco stubbornly remained silent and Severus sighed, causing Draco to look at him slightly worriedly.

Harry turned around from the corner he was standing in and looked on at the scene worriedly and also felt slightly jealous - now he knew how Draco had felt when he was the one sitting on Dad's knee. Tom spotted Harry and stood up without Draco or Severus noticing - they were deeply involved in what appeared to be a staring contest - and walked over to Harry.

In the end, Draco looked down, not being abler to hold the intense gaze of his father. Why did his Father think he needed help! He'd always managed alright on his own before!

"What's the matter, Drake?" Severus asked.

"Nothing!" Draco replied, exasperated.

"I thought I told you I don't tolerate lying, Draco. Do you wish to find yourself in the other corner?" Severus asked, a hint of steel creeping into his voice. He really was worried about Draco, but he was frustrated with Draco's refusal to tell him nothing, too.

Draco glanced over to the corner, where Harry and Tom were now talking and shook his head. "No Father," he whispered.

"Then tell me what's wrong," Severus insisted.

This time it was Draco who sighed. "Fine!" he huffed. "I was just wondering why Harry felt guilty about being late when I didn't, but it doesn't matter!" Draco realised the moment he finished speaking from the look on his father's face that he'd probably have to change his tone of voice pretty quickly.

"Draco, I'm warning you," Severus told him. "Whilst I'm glad you've told me what is bothering you, your attitude and tone of voice need improving right away young man." Draco stifled a sigh and barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. His Father pushes and pushes him to tell him something, and then gets annoyed when he does! He remained silent. "Draco," Severus said again, quietly and Draco, who could not quite place the tone of voice looked at his father. Surprised by how quickly things seemed to overwhelm him Draco bit down on his lip hard.

"Yes Father?" he responded.

"Drake…" Severus now sounded really concerned. "Your lips bleeding." Draco realised that this was true, for as soon as his dad had said that he could feel the slight stinging pain.

"Oh," he said gently and let his father dab at it with the handkerchief he had produced seemingly from out of nowhere.

Draco's tone and manner had changed completely from a few moments ago and Severus did not know what had brought on this change and debated whether or not to let it go. "Draco, even when you're mad and confused I expect you to speak politely and respectfully," he said quietly, "otherwise you'll just make the situation worse."

"Yes Father," Draco murmured, knowing that he had gotten off lightly. There was just something about the way his father had said his name - well, he knew that it wasn't actually his real name - that had made him realise that this man actually cared for him, and that he did owe this man a lot of respect.

Suddenly curious and concerned as to how his twin was, Draco glanced across to where Harry was still talking with Tom. It was strange how it seemed that he and Harry could turn to Tom when they needed to, Draco mused, especially considering the man's past. Not that he was going to complain or anything, Tom was like part of the new family he had inherited. A family which Draco discovered he liked very much, which was surprising considering how not so long ago he was dreading going back to Malfoy manor, yet he had not actually been thrilled to find out that his potions professor was his father and everything had moved so quickly after that, he had not had chance to look back and evaluate everything that had happened, but maybe that was a good thing!