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6.

At every concert venue Bad Faith set aside a VIP lounge. That in itself wasn't an unusual practice. Neither were the live-feed televisions, the plush and comfortable furniture or the excited fans. The difference lay in the goodly supply of milk and cookies, m&ms, popcorn, giant squishy air-mattresses, action figures, dolls, miniature tea sets and trains, art easels, finger-paint, crayons, wizard's chess, cards for exploding snap and that said excited fans were all under 11. Auntie Mel was the only adult allowed in the room because she was a "fun grown-up" even though, when it came to bedtime her word was law.

At the end of each performance exhausted parents came to collect their children and all of them were bundled off to their hotel or this time to the Malfoy's London townhouse. It was a routine they'd grown comfortable with in the 6 years Bad Faith had been touring. They'd come a long way from short-sets and open-mics in small New York clubs. They were now an international success and with 3 chart-topping albums it didn't look as though the ride would be over anytime soon.

After they'd left The Leaky Cauldron, Draco and Evan, back in Muggle clothes, headed back to the townhouse to gather everyone for a quick supper before the show. Evan never understood why they didn't just wear their Muggle clothes into Wizarding places but his Papa said something about "hiding in plain sight" so he left it alone. Dinner was at some place called Chocolate Girl where all the food was prepared with chocolate. Evan poked his chicken with chocolate sauce sceptically but after a bit of prodding (and a dare from Aidan) he screwed up his courage and his nose and took a bite. He'd been surprised that it was good actually.

His Papa laughed, "That will teach you not to judge things before you've given them a chance."

Draco's chuckle faded away and sad far-off expression settled in his eyes. Evan knew that expression. It meant that Papa was thinking of his Dad or something about the past that made him sad. There was only one sure-fire cure for his Papa's "blue moods" as they called them. So mouth still sticky with spicy chocolaty sauce Evan leaned up and landed a loud smacking kiss right on his Papa's cheek. Draco tossed a mock-glare at his son and wiped his cheek with a dampened napkin.

"Very funny lion cub."

"I thought so Papa," he shot back with a grin.

Laughter, giggles, and chortles became the music of the table and all was once again right in Evan's world.

As they were getting ready to go Evan pulled the black velvet jeweller's box from his pocket and set it in front of his Papa.

Draco picked up the box and cocked his head at his son, "What's this cub?"

Evan smiled, "Happy Birthday Papa! I love you!"

A huge grin spread across Draco's face, "I love you too Evan," he hugged his son tightly, "And you're the best present I have ever received."

Evan curled into his Papa and motioned for him to open the box. "I know I am, you tell me all the time but I still wanted to get you something special this year."

His father nodded sagely then slowly opened the box gasping as he saw what was inside.

"Do you like it?" Suddenly Evan was apprehensive.

Maybe it's not such a good gift after all.

"Oh Evan," his Papa whispered, "It's beautiful. Beautiful just like my boy." He kissed his son's head and tousled his already messy locks. "I love it Evan, but how?"

Evan's was a broad grin. "Mama Rhi helped. I saved up my allowance and gave her the money and she ordered it from the shop and I picked it up today." The nearly 8 year old puffed up proudly.

Draco cocked a brow at him, "15 minutes in the joke shop eh?"

The boy blushed, "Well…"

His father hugged him tighter and kissed his forehead. "Just this once you are forgiven," he winked at his son. In the corner of his eye he saw Rhi making shooing motions with her hands, so he lifted Evan out of the seat and pocketed his gift to join the others at the exit.

Once they were settled in the limousine he pulled the box out again, "Alright cub, why don't you tell me all about this beautiful piece of wearable art while we're on our way to the stadium."

Evan nodded, going into what his family liked to call 'teacher mode,' "The choker is unbreakable and the pendant will rest right at the base of your throat. It's called a Triquetra or three lobed knot and it can represent lots of things but I chose it to represent the three aspects of human life: the physical, mental, and spiritual. And it's also a symbol of protection. You always say that I'm your whole life, that you love me with all that you are so my birthstone is in the middle," Evan grinned widely at his Papa. "Plus I-I wanted you to be protected just like you protect me." He said the last muffled against his father's chest. Not everyone needed to know how mushy his gift was.

Draco closed his eyes and for a moment it was just he and his son in the world. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me Evan. The very best thing. And I love you so much. I love you forever." He held his child to him tightly, shifting the boy so he was sitting on his father's lap. And so they remained, basking in the bond of love between parent and child all the way to the stadium, neither noticing the hush around them or the tears that fell in tribute.

Tbc...