Draco had brought Harry to bed that night, telling him to sleep with a promise that they would talk later. He graciously brought a sleeping Teddy back home and put him into bed. Harry thought it was nice having someone else around to look after his godson, if only for a while.

During his lunch break, Draco sent an owl to Harry. He stated he would be by his house after work and he'd make them dinner. Harry replied back that he was going to meet him at the Manor instead. Harry hadn't given a reason why but he acquiesced nonetheless.

Harry closed his shop early, giving him a little more than 3 hours to head over to Malfoy Manor and cook before Draco got off work. He retrieved Teddy from the school on his way.

"What would you like for dinner, Teddy? We're going to the Malfoys tonight."

"Are you going to cook, Harry?"

The man smiled. "Yes, I haven't done so for a while. I miss it. It's nice cooking for more than just two people."

Teddy grabbed his hand as they crossed the street to a supermarket. "Can we have Bolognese with Tagliatelle and giant meatballs? And the fruit and custard tart you made for Aunt Luna for her birthday?" He said excitedly, walking along side Harry as he grabbed a trolley.

Harry hummed in thought. "I suppose, but I don't have time to make the tagliatelle from scratch so we'll have to settle with the dried version."

They moved into the pasta section and Harry bent slightly to look at all the labels, finally retrieving two packages of dried tagliatelle. As the two shopped for ingredients, Harry planned out what he would say to the three Malfoys. He wondered how he would handle the press once again. After disappearing for five years, the press would be hounding him constantly, especially if he decided to let out that he was dating Draco Malfoy. That's if he still wants me. Harry sighed and thanked the butcher for the packages of ground meat and pancetta and headed to the cashier to pay. With Teddy hot on his heels, he almost forgot to pick up a bottle of red wine for the sauce. He quickly picked the right wine and made his way over to pay.

Exiting the grocery store, Harry discreetly lighten the two large bags of produce. The store was much further away from their house than his shop was. Harry debated grabbing Teddy and apparating but there were too many people in the area.

He shook the dark locks from his face with difficultly and nearly dropped the bag with the wine and eggs.

"Would you like some help with that, little miss?" A deep voice sounded somewhere to his right.

Harry felt Teddy grip onto his long shirt and shuffle closer to him. He turned around slightly and smiled a polite smile. "No, I'm quite alright, sir. Thank you for the offer."

The man frowned. He wasn't bad looking and Harry would've taken any help he could get at the moment but he was a Muggle. Harry couldn't very well take out his wand and remove the lightening charm before his very eyes. Harry moved to turn around again but a rough hand shot out and gripped his shoulder.

"But, miss, you look like you have your hands full and it would no good for a lovely woman like you to be wandering these streets with a child. It could get dangerous." He said forcefully, tightening his grip.

Harry tried to throw the hand off his shoulder. "Look, mister. I don't want any trouble," he growled. "I have somewhere to be, so I suggest you back off before I cut off your precious family jewels."

The man seemed shocked by his outburst and Harry felt the hand loosen. He took the opportunity to race across the street with Teddy as the light changed. Unfortunately, the man had regained his senses at the late minute, gripping onto his shoulder with his nails. With the force of Harry pulling away and the pressure of the nails in his skin, several scratches appeared on his milky white skin, beading blood as Harry hastily unlocked the door of his shop. He quickly shuffled Teddy into the large room, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widened as the man headed their way. He propped the groceries against the wall, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the man through the crack of the door and whispered "Confundo."

Satisfied with the man stopping dead in the middle of the side walk and scratching his head, Harry lead Teddy to the storage room. He grabbed the bags of food and told Teddy to hang on tight. He placed his wand between his teeth and apparated straight into their living room, collapsing onto the couch with Teddy atop him. He sighed and set the bags beside him.

"Perhaps looking like this," he gestured to his feminine appearance. "isn't the best disguise anymore."

Teddy nodded against his side.

Harry stroked a hand through his long hair and got up, pulling the boy with him.

"Alright, go get dressed. I'll meet you back down here in fifteen minutes. Bring a book if you'd like, we'll mostly be discussing about what's going to happen after I stop being this." He gestured to his body again.

Teddy nodded once more before heading to the stairs. Just as he placed a foot on the first step, he paused and turned back to Harry. "Are you dating Mr. Malfoy...the one who was here yesterday?" Teddy knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but had heard most of the conversation the night before when he went to the kitchen to get a glass of juice. .

Harry stood below the arch leading to the living room. He looked at the boy before him and shrugged. "I'm not sure." He knew Draco had feelings for him but he wasn't sure how long that would last. He really didn't blame Draco for treating all this like it was a fling. He had lied to him for the majority of two months.

The two moved up the stairs to get ready. Harry stripped and stepped into the shower for a brief wash. He dropped his appearance charm as he closed the shower door behind him. The sting of hot water washing over the scratches on his shoulder reminded Harry to disinfect the shallow wounds before healing them.

He moved out of the shower, cast a drying charm over his body but left his hair dripping slightly. The disinfectant stung as he wiped it over the cuts. A simple healing spell was muttered under his breath as he grabbed a towel to properly dry his hair. He had gotten into the habit of spell drying everything but his hair when Narcissa told him it would cause more damage if he continued to be lazy with the dark locks on his head.

Moving to his wardrobe, he picked out a light blue shirt and dark grey trousers. Harry combed a hand through his damp hair, not bothering to use an actual comb. It wouldn't look any different anyway. As he made his way down the steps, Harry checked to make sure Kreacher knew where they were going for the evening. Kreacher was very old and didn't do much but keep tabs on the house and ensured that all wards were securely in place.

Harry met Teddy in the living room again and handed him a lightened bag of groceries. Setting up the floo for him, Teddy was sent through to Malfoy Manor seconds before Harry stepped through with his own bag of groceries.

Lucius stepped into the room to greet the guests after he heard the floo roar to life. He wasn't expecting anyone and it was still too early for Draco to be off work. Opening the doors to the parlour, the Malfoy Head raised an eyebrow.

Harry grinned sheepishly at him and nudged the boy at his side forward. The boy lowered the large bag of groceries from his head and greeted him with a quiet, "Hello, Uncle Lucius," said a sweet voice.

Lucius watched as the boy changed his hair color to match the Malfoy shade of blonde and his eyes faded from black to a brilliant shade of green.

"Good Evening, Teddy, Potter. What are you doing here? Narcissa didn't say anything about your visiting us."

Harry levitated the bags of groceries behind him, straightening out his crisp button up. "I thought I'd surprise you by cooking dinner for all of us. Plus," he added distractedly. "We need to discuss my relationship with your son. Or rather, lack thereof." He made his way over to the kitchen, spreading out all the ingredients on the large counter.

"Ah, I'll alert my wife, should she hear any explosions, to dismiss it," Lucius said absently, leaving the two boys in the kitchen.

"It was one time!" Harry yelled after the man. "Well, Teddy, you ready to start cooking?" He conjured a step stool for the small boy and told him to wash all the vegetables, including the mushrooms that sat in a plastic mesh.

Harry summoned a heavy-bottomed saucepan and placed it over the flames. As soon as he deemed the pan hot enough, he grabbed the bottle of olive oil he brought from his own kitchen and poured about two tablespoons onto the smooth surface. He unwrapped the package of pancetta and placed it on a hard slab of wood.

By the time Harry had finished finely chopping the Italian, salt cured meat, Teddy had finished rinsing and peeling the onion. He bounded over to Harry to await further instructions. Dumping the raw meat into the hot oil, Harry cleansed the knife and cutting board with a quick Scourify.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a paring knife. It was the only knife he allowed his seven year old godson to wield because he charmed it to only cut inanimate objects. It prevented Teddy from cutting his fingers accidentally. Merlin knows how many times Harry cut himself when he cooked for the Dursleys at the young age.

He handed the knife to Teddy after a quick rinse and instructed him to chop the celery and carrots. He grabbed the vegetables and cut them in smaller sections so it was easier for Teddy to handle. The sizzling of pancetta alerted Harry to stir the meat briefly to not let it burn. Picking up his own, larger knife, Harry began to finely dice the freshly peeled onion.

As the vegetables softened in the saucepan, the boys set to work on the meatballs. Teddy took the end of a hard french roll left over from a couple night before. He placed it in a large bowl and stepped back to allow Harry to reduce it to crumbs with a muttered spell. He poured a bit of milk onto the bread crumbs and asked Harry to put in the ground three kinds of meat they bought. Harry mixed in the rest of the ingredients with his hands.

"Could you stir the sauce, Teddy? Then dump the rest of the ground meat in that bowl," he pointed with his elbow to a bowl next to the saucepan. "into the pan. Careful not to let the oil splash and burn you."

Harry formed the meatballs and placed them under a cooling charm to let them set. He washed his hands carefully and wiped them carelessly on the apron he had conjured sometime after Lucius had left the boys to their own devices.

Moving over to the small form stirring with a wooden spoon, Harry watched as Teddy broke up the clumps of pink, slowly turning grey. He upped the fire and added in the liquids necessary for the sauce. He moved to the far side of the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of red wine, opening it with a soft pop. He poured in two cups and chuckled softly when he finally looked at Teddy's face.

Harry untied the apron of the small boy and wiped away the red splashes from the wine and tomatoes they just added. "Why don't you go bother Uncle Lucius; I'm sure he'd be delighted to entertain you," he laughed, tugging down Teddy's rolled up sleeves, smoothing out the wrinkles with a quick charm. Teddy ran out of the kitchen and Harry smiled to himself when he heard light grumbling coming from the hallway.

Harry busied himself by making some tea as he waited for the sauce to thicken up. After finishing a cup of sickeningly sweet tea, the wizard was reminded of the fruit and custard tart he promised Teddy. Setting out all the ingredients, Harry combined everything to make the pastry dough. Stirring the sauce occasionally, Harry was able to make the dough in less than an hour. He placed the dough under another cooling charm as he moved to cook the meatballs in pan beside the saucepan. Harry had just under an hour to finish cooking before Draco arrived.

Harry sighed, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, smearing white flour across his already pale forehead. He set aside the large pan of meatballs, charming them to turn every few minutes so not to burn while Harry set to work on the custard.

Bringing the milk and vanilla pod mixture to a boil, Harry spread the fully cooled dough out into two tart dishes and placed them in the oven off to the side. He set the timer and raced over to deal with the custard. By the time Harry set the finished custard aside to cool, the tart shells had to be taken out.

Levitating the dishes out of the oven and placing them under a cooling charm, Harry rushed over to the forgotten sauce and set to boiling water for the tagliatelle.

He lifted the cooling charm from the tarts and left them to sit at room temperature as he took the meatballs out of their pan and into a large serving dish. Shooting a stasis charm at the steaming meatballs, Harry dumped the dried pasta into the boiling water.

Several house elves popped into the kitchen and stared at the wizard for a few moments before all popping back out. Harry shrugged and turned back to cooking dinner.

Draco opened the front door and moved up to his room to change out his work clothes. He shrugged on a white button up and loose black slacks before briefly washing his face and checking his reflection was still perfection. Draco heard noise coming from his Father's study and decided to greet him. He knocked on the door which opened promptly, little Teddy beaming up at him. The small boy was clutching a potions tome to his chest.

"Good Evening, Draco."

Draco tore his eyes away from the small boy and looked at the man that sat at the wooden desk facing the door. "Good Evening, Father. Seeing as Teddy is here, I assume Potter is as well," he spoke in a slight questioning tone.

Lucius nodded and told him where to find his mother but didn't mention anything about the boy's godfather.

Draco exited the study and moved down the stairs to drawing room and kissed his mother on the cheek. He pulled away and moved to the couch beside her. He was just about to get up and find Harry when a frantic house elf popped in. "Mistress! Master Harry is being in the kitchen! Wes are about to make dinner but Master Harry has taken over!" The house elf carried on to his mother as a smirk flitted across Draco's features. He stood up and moved stealthily to the kitchen.

He licked his lips lightly at the sight of his love interest standing among the perfect smelling foods, and placing his forefinger in his mouth to lick away a bit of sauce. Draco stifled a groan at the unintentional erotic sight and moved quietly to stand behind the other man.

Harry drained the pasta and tossed it into the saucepan, coating each strand with bits of ground meat, aromatics, and tomatoes. He plated the Bolognese and Tagliatelle and placed it next to the plate of meatballs. A bit of sauce splashed onto his finger and he raised it up to his lips. He let his tongue flick out to taste the tomato base liquid before sliding the digit into his mouth.

"My, how deliciously domestic you look in my kitchen, Potter," a rolling purring sounded dangerously close to his ear.

Harry gasped and let go of his finger with a dull, wet pop. The dark haired wizard unconsciously leaned back into the warm body behind him.

Draco gripped Harry's hips lightly and placed a light kiss just below his ear, delighted at the shiver that wracked through the brunet's thin frame.

"Hello, Draco," Harry greeted, forcing down the blush he felt spreading to his ears.

Draco released the smaller male with a husky greeting. "Did you cook all this?"

Harry nodded, vanished his apron, and unrolled his sleeves and muttered the same charm he performed on Teddy to smooth out the wrinkles. Turning around, Harry blinked owlishly up at the blond, not expecting him to be standing so close.

Draco smirked at Harry's expression and stole a chaste kiss before backing off. He chuckled softly and wiped the streak of white from Harry's forehead. "You're a very messy cook," he muttered. The flush appeared on Harry's skin again and Draco idly wondered how far down the blush reached since it seemed to go past the wizard's collar.

Harry released a soft huff and called a house elf to tell everyone dinner was ready. He moved out of the kitchen and further down the hallway to the dining room, not looking back to see if Draco followed. Going by the soft thumps of Draco's shoes, he had.

Narcissa was already sitting at the table and Lucius and Teddy entered just after Draco was seated.

Lucius took the seat at the head of the table with Narcissa at his right and Draco to his left. Harry moved to help Teddy into the high backed chair but he ran over to Narcissa's side. Harry shrugged and moved to follow but was pulled into the seat beside Draco, his hand landing dangerously close to Draco's crotch. This earned him a raised eyebrow and that familiar smirk.

Harry settled into his chair and waved his wand causing the large dishes of meatballs and Bolognese Tagliatelle to appear on the table.

"It's not a four course meal but I made dessert." Harry laughed nervously, playing with the edge of the silky table cloth.

Narcissa's eyes had widened at the size of the dishes. "Harry, dear, you could feed an army with this much food," she laughed softly.

Harry smiled and waved his wand again and their plates began to fill up. He sighed happily as he swallowed his first bite, grinning at the pleased faces of the Malfoys as well as the beaming face of young Teddy.

"So, um, how exactly did you find out about all this?" Harry asked Draco quietly, nibbling on a bit of meatball speared on his fork.

Draco turned to him slightly and gave a tiny smile. "After I picked up Teddy on Friday, I started wondering. I saw his last name on that paper I gave you and I knew that Theodore Lupin was supposed to be in custody of his godfather, but you, as Lily, confused me to no end. I asked Mother about it since

Aunt Andromeda was his grandmother."

Flashback:

Draco woke the next day and moved to his study to finish some reports for work and research a bit on the experimental potion they were brewing. He spent the day switching between the library and his study and almost lost track of time.

He grabbed a quick bite to eat for lunch before moving to the observatory where Narcissa was taking afternoon tea. He had promised his mother he would spend some time with her since she had mentioned that they didn't see each other often. He sat down across from her and poured the steaming dark liquid into his teacup.

After moments of mindless chatter about his work, Draco emptied his teacup and sat back with a pensive look. Narcissa had asked what was the matter earlier that day but Draco dismissed it with an excuse of exhaustion. However, his mother knew that wasn't it so she voiced her question again.

"Does Teddy Lupin have a godmother?" Draco blurted out suddenly.

A flash of confusion and alarm crossed his mother's face. "Not that I know of, no."

"And his godfather is," he trailed off.

"Harry Potter." Narcissa finished for him.

Draco nodded, confirming his suspicions.

"Why are you asking about that boy now?"

"I met him yesterday." Draco heard a soft but sharp inhale of breath coming from his mother. She knew about this and didn't tell him.

"Really? How did that come about?" Narcissa spoke, feigning ignorance.

"Lily had me pick him up from school. He was caught in a fight. Tell me, mother, who does Teddy live with? Aunt Andromeda died years ago. I would assume he'd be living with Potter," he said scathingly.

"You are correct, Draco." Narcissa sighed, preparing herself for an outburst that never came.

"One last question," Draco said calmly and looked into Narcissa's light blue eyes. "Who is Lily Black?"

"Harry Potter," Narcissa sounded defeated.

Draco nodded and exited the grounds to cool off before coming back to get ready for his night out.

"I ended up drinking until about an hour before I had to meet you. I took a sobriety potion before leaving the house. It took nearly a half a bottle of Firewhiskey to convince myself that maybe there was a good reason as to why the last two months was a gigantic lie. And it took my having dinner with you and watching how your eyes lit up when you ate that dessert to make me realize that maybe the lie is worth it if I could be the one to place that spark in your eye." Draco sighed. "And then you pushed me away when I kissed you."

Narcissa's eyes looked ready to pop out of her head. "You kissed him?" She turned to look at Harry. "And you pushed him away?

Harry frowned, twirling his fork to gather the last of the drenched pasta on his plate. "I didn't wa-," he shook his head lightly. "I wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting himself into."

Narcissa sighed. "Yes, now what are you going to do?"

Harry raised his head and looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

Lucius swallowed his last bite of food and answered for his wife. "She means, what are you going to do between you two? Are you going to push Draco away if he kisses you again?"

The flush appeared on Harry's skin again, to Draco's delight.

"Ah, um, well," Harry stuttered, trying to find the right words.

"Spit it out, Potter." Lucius demanded.

"He already kissed me again," Harry rushed out, shoving the last bite of food into his move to avoid answering more questions.

"What?" Narcissa's fork clattered on her plate.

"Yes, and he barely reacted," Draco sighed dramatically. "Somehow, that feels worse than him pushing me away. At least he responded a little the first time."

Harry quickly swallowed. "That's not fair! You ambushed me while I was cooking!" He pouted, earning a soft chuckle from the blond.

Narcissa smiled at the interaction. "Then I am assuming you will be pursuing this attraction you have to Draco?"

Harry's eyes widened and his head snapped to look directly at Draco. "If he'll let me," he said softly.

"This is great! Now when I get in trouble, Uncle Draco can talk to Ms. Caldwell! She really doesn't like him, you know." Teddy spoke up for the first time, his black hair flashing into magenta with his giant grin.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "Not when, if! She already hates me, best not to get her to hate you as well." He groaned remembering he had to go speak to that horrid woman the next day.

"Ms. Caldwell?" Lucius questioned as the house elves cleared the table.

"She the lady that runs the Muggle school Teddy attends. She doesn't think I'm, well, Lily Black is a suitable guardian for Teddy," he rubbed a hand over his face.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just take Teddy out of the school? I'm sure there are more suitable schools in the wizarding world."

Harry gave a half-smile. "I suppose. I would be coming out of 'hiding' soon anyway. I did promise you I would if I found something worthwhile." He placed a tiny kiss at the corner of Draco's mouth. "I'm hoping your son will be just that something," he added softly. Harry pushed out his chair and stood. "I believe it's time for dessert."

With his face flushed, Harry exited the dining room and headed back to the kitchen. He quickly folded whipped cream into the custard and filled the two pastries. He reached over to the sink and grabbed the berries he washed early. The feeling of warm arms snaking around his waist startled the dark haired wizard.

The feeling of hot breath across his neck caused Harry to shiver and press back into the hard body. Silky blond hair tickled his cheek as he decorated the top of the custard with an assortment of berries. A light dusting of powdered sugar on top finished the tarts.

Draco released one hand from around Harry's waist to steal an extra raspberry. He placed the red treat lightly against those soft lips and watched hungrily as they opened to let in the small fruit. He stifled a moan as Harry took the tip of his finger into that hot mouth, nipping it as those brilliantly green eyes met his own silver ones.

"You really shouldn't do that, Harry. I not sure how much more self-control I can exert," he said breathlessly.

Harry hummed around the finger, releasing it when Draco let out a tiny moan. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with this." He let out a soft laugh and slipped out of Draco's grasp to levitate the tarts behind him as he moved back to the kitchen.

Draco let out a groan and took a deep breath to calm himself. He arrived at the table just as the tart was cut at the slices appeared on their dessert plates.

They spoke the rest of the night about how Harry was going to manage his shop when he revealed himself to the public. Harry settled on simply holding a small press conference, stating he was the owner the whole time. Any Muggles would just think that the previous owner sold the shop and moved. Teddy would be taken out of his current school and be attending one in the wizarding world as soon at the next term started. It wasn't much of a problem since he only had about a month until summer break.

When the elder Malfoys were satisfied with the plans, Teddy had already fallen asleep on the couch and Harry was reluctant to wake him by going through the floo.

"Why don't you two stay the night?" Narcissa offered.

"Teddy has school tomorrow."

"Tell the school he's sick. You already closed the shop for tomorrow since you have to meet with that woman," Lucius said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Before Harry could protest, Narcissa had already taken the child and moved him into one of the spare rooms.

"Don't even try arguing with her," Lucius voiced as he walked away to join his wife for the night.

Draco turned to Harry and motioned with his head to follow. "Come on. You can sleep in the room next to mine. I'm sure you'd like to sleep near Teddy, but I have no idea where my mother put him."

Harry caught up to the taller man and slipped his cool hand into Draco's warm ones.

Draco looked back with a smile. He pulled Harry into his room and dug around his drawers for pyjamas. He handed him a thin grey shirt and dark green bottoms.

Harry snorted and took the folded clothes. "How Slytherin of you." He turned away and moved to the room next to Draco's to change. The bottoms were a bit long, seeing as Draco was a couple inches taller than him. He figured he should say goodnight to his new boyfriend so he knocked softly on the dark wood of Draco's door.

Draco opened the door and swiftly pulled Harry into the room. His bare chest pressed against the thin material of Harry's shirt. "Did you come for a goodnight kiss?" He asked huskily, his own lips millimeters from Harry's.

Harry's eyes widened at the close contact but he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth enticingly. "No, but I could give you one if you asked nicely," he responded, teasingly licking at the lips in front of him. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. He pressed closer to the other male, wrapping his own arms around the blond's neck.

Draco pulled back after a moment, licking at the drop of mixed saliva at the corner of his mouth. He fully took in Harry's appearance, thoroughly snogged lips and all. He moved one hand up into Harry's mussed hair, looking into those glazed over eyes. "You look amazing all dressed up in my clothes. All mine," he growled moving in to claim the other man's mouth again.

Harry moaned as Draco tugged his hair back, causing his head to follow it and allow the Malfoy better access to plunder his mouth. A gasp escaped him when Draco nipped at his tongue and trailed his hand up his spine. He pressed his tongue along Draco's and grinned into the kiss when Draco's hand tightened in his hair as a response.

They pulled away and Harry groaned lightly at the sight of Draco's normally perfect hair all mussed up because of Harry's hands.

Draco smirked, and moved his mouth to Harry's neck, trailing soft kisses and eventually biting down just under his jaw and sucking. He would most likely leave a mark for everyone to see but at this point Harry really didn't care.

Harry worked his mouth, opening and closing, trying to get words out but Draco's tongue and teeth and lips were just so distracting. He tugged at Draco's hair, pulling him from his neck. He placed a long, loving kiss against the blond's mouth and hummed in contentment. Harry discreetly opened the door a crack and pulled away from his love.

"Goodnight, Draco," Harry whispered hoarsely. He grinned at the slight pout Draco made and slipped out the door, padding to his own room and collapsing onto the plush blankets. Slipping under the covers, Harry touched a finger to his lips, tracing where Draco's tongue had been moments before. The dark haired wizard fell into a deep slumber with a content sigh on his lips.

Hiding in plain sight is definitely worth it if this is my reward.