What He Has Left
The day of his father's funeral, Draco Malfoy decided to get absolutely hammered. He didn't know if it was in mourning or celebration. all he was sure of was that he needed 5 fire whiskeys doing irreparable damage on his liver as quickly as possible.
He kissed Astoria, told her where he would be, and that if he wasn't home by 3am to please come get him. It was 11:30 in the morning at the present.
"I'll check up on you tonight, make sure you eat dinner." She informs him. She understood why he needed this, but she was going to make sure he was still taken care of. But that's just what she did now.
He lowers himself to one knee and puts a hand on her swollen abdomen.
"I love you, son. Be good for mum." he tells the only member of his family left, dropping a kiss before turning and dissapperating to the alleyway behind the Leaky Cauldron.
He takes three steps out of the alley and towards the bar when he sees a flash of turquoise and the laugh of a child.
"Teddy! Come back here! Ginny can't chase you!" comes the unmistakable voice of Harry Potter. A voice Draco had not heard since his trial. One that he had hoped he would never have to hear again.
The blue haired boy turned his head around to look at his Godfather, but kept running, till he slammed into Draco's stomach.
"Wotcher?" said the little boy, looking up at Draco, causing the man to gasp. Suddenly he was looking into his mother's eyes, his eyes, and he realized that this was the Lupin boy. The only other living member of his family. He felt a pang in his chest that was normally reserved for his unborn son, or Astoria, or until her death last year, his mother. This was love. Draco didn't know he could possess such a thing for someone he barely knew.
"I think its best you go back to Harry." Draco tells the boy as Harry slows down as he nears them.
"How are you doing today, Draco?" Potter asks. He knows that Potter knows. It would have been hard to miss the plethora of articles both demonizing his father and singing his praises in the restoration of the wizarding world after the second war. Few knew that Lucius Malfoy had does those as a plea to get out of prison time. It was Potter's idea.
"I honestly, don't know." Draco tells him, and Potter nods, as he grabs the little boy's hand and starts walking away, and Draco watches. The only family he has left. Just three orphans going separate ways down Diagon Alley.