Severus's living room was no longer its neat, orderly self. In fact, it was nearly unrecognizable given the sheer quantities of blankets and sheets obscuring the walls made of bookshelves. Bringing a lantern to life with his wand, as the room had become quite dark, Severus got to his knees and crawled through the elaborate system of blanket caverns he and Draco had just created.

Passing through a canopy of old yellow quilt, Severus slithered his way through the mild darkness until he came to the large roomy space comprised of three sets of black sheets and a yellow afghan they'd recently found in his Mother's old school trunk.

"Severus!" Draco brightly at him, and moved the large bowl of popcorn aside to grant his Godfather more access atop the air-mattress they were currently using as a bed.

"You little piggy," Severus teased, "That bowl was full when I left."

"It's not my fault you took so long." Draco protested, flashing a cheeky grin.

"I believe I was making us more hot chocolate." Severus reminded, waving the thermos in Draco's face.

"Still took you long enough." Draco teased, grabbing up the pair of dice they'd been using to play Monopoly.

Severus eyed the board carefully, scowling at the sudden appearance of real estate on Piccadilly. Draco certainly wasn't worrying anybody about his placement in Slytherin.

"Where did that hotel come from?" Severus drawled, impressed with how well Draco managed to keep his poker face.

"The box?"

Severus narrowed his eyes before plucking the off-colored bit of plastic from the board. Unlike the typical bright red, it was a dull magenta. It was then that Draco's face began to turn red with guilt.

"This is made from Legos." Severus accused, ripping the pieces apart.

"I don't know anything about that." Draco recited, sounding eerily similar to Lucius during the War Trials of a few years prior.

"Of course you not." Severus muttered, tossing the piece away. "I know I shouldn't have left you alone with the board."

"And yet, you did."

Scowling at the four-year old, Severus sank back down atop the mattress and threw the board across the blanketed cavern.

"Severus!" Draco yelled. "I was winning!"

"And now you're not."

"That's cheating." Draco complained, highly unamused.

Severus gave him a pointed look, raising a dark brow at his four-year old Godson.

"Well, it's different when I do it." Draco insisted, shrugging his shoulder.

"How so?"

"It's expected of me."