Harry had finally got Teddy to sleep when there was a loud knock at the door. Harry groaned and looked at the clock. What maniac called on a man looking after a sleeping baby at 8 o clock at night?

The knock came again.

"I'm coming!" Harry called out, fumbling with his keys. "If its carollers or anyone trying to sell something, I'm afraid I haven't got the time or the –"

He stopped, dumbfounded.

Draco Malfoy was stood on his doorstep holding a bottle of mulled wine.

"Malfoy?"

Malfoy nodded, "Potter," he said, "Nice to see you again."

Harry stared, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see Teddy. Andromeda said he was with you tonight." Draco raised an eyebrow as a piercing wail came from inside the house, "Is that him?"

Harry sagged against a wall as the cries got louder, "Yeah," he sighed, "You may as well come in."

By the time he'd picked a screaming Teddy out of his cot and brought him downstairs, Draco had taken his cloak off but was still stood in the hallway, unsure. Whilst Andromeda had welcomed Draco into Teddy's life, he had never crossed paths with Harry or the rest of Teddy's family. He was the outsider.

Harry almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He was still Malfoy after all.

"Here," he handed Teddy over and took the bottle of wine out of Draco's hands, "I'll go pour us a glass."

"I wasn't sure if you drank mulled wine." Draco called out from the hallway over the sounds of crying as Harry tried to remember where he kept the nice glasses.

"It's not my favourite but I'll make an exception for mulled wine." Harry replied, finally finding the glasses he wanted.

He poured out a small glass for them both then made his way back into the living room. Draco was still stood in the hallway but was now clutching a sleeping Teddy, who now had startling pale blonde hair.

Harry stopped. "How did you do that?"

Draco shrugged politely, "He likes to be stroked on the forehead, sends him straight off." He looked down at the sleeping toddler and smiled, "Do you mind if I go put him down?"

"Umm no, of course not." Harry said, slightly lost for words "It's the first door on your right."

He watched Draco head up the stairs and took a deep drink from his wine. It had a permanent warming spell on it to keep it to temperature and the scent of cinnamon and spices now filled the house.

He flopped down on the sofa. How was Malfoy of all people in his house? Putting his godson to sleep and drinking wine with him? What were they going to talk about?

Harry groaned internally, he was going to have to start calling him Draco, to be polite.

"He's down." Draco had reappeared suddenly. Wordlessly Harry handed him his drink.

"Thank you" Draco perched himself on the end of the sofa, his back as rigid as a board. Still a Pureblood aristocrat then, Harry thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"I haven't really seen you since the war." Draco said, taking a sip of his drink, carefully avoiding Harry's gaze.

"No well, I try to keep to myself and Auror training keeps me away from the Ministry most days" Harry replied then realising he was probably supposed to ask as well said, "What about you?"

"I work in the Runes and Heritage department, currently deciphering Runes in Scotland." Draco said and Harry smiled to see his eyes light up slightly when he spoke, it wasn't a side of Malfoy, of Draco that he'd seen before.

"You should talk to Hermione about that, she'd probably be able to help." Harry said without thinking then immediately cringed when Draco sat up even straighter.

"Yes. And how is Miss Granger?" The formal tone seemed to pronounce how uncomfortable Draco was.

Harry took another sip of his drink, "Yeah she's good. She's just got a promotion in Magical Law Enforcement. Her and Ron have gone ice skating with the others."

"With the others?"

"With Andromeda, the Weasley's, you know" Harry trailed off when Draco turned to look at him.

"Why aren't you with them?"

Harry shrugged, "Not really my scene, I don't really like being round lots of people. Prefer the quiet." He didn't mention Ginny. He hated that people always assumed he didn't want to go out just because they broke up. They made a go of it after the war but Harry just needed solitude and Ginny needed to be round people, especially her family. Harry's idea of staying in by the fire place just wasn't for her and it was a relief to them both when she moved out.

"I don't blame you." Draco said causing Harry to look up, "I much prefer staying in." He laughed bitterly, "I expect you never had anyone hiss at you in the street though. That tends to make you want to stay inside."

Harry's eyes widened, "Do people still do that?" At Draco's nod he put his wine glass down and grabbed Draco's hand without thinking.

"Just ignore them. You have nothing to hide from." Harry stared at Draco his eyes blazing. Draco nodded then looked down at their hands. A flush creeped up Harry's neck and he immediately sprang back.

They both took a long drink.

Harry cleared his throat, "Where are you spending Christmas?"

Draco leant back "I'm not honestly sure yet."

"Oh." They fell into silence.

"Draco?" Harry eventually broke the silence, "Why did you bring a bottle of wine if you just wanted to see Teddy?"

Draco smiled and took a sip, "It's mulled wine Potter and I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."