Second to last chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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Draco woke at someone poking him in the back. He opened his eyes and looked at Harry. His face was still slightly red from crying himself to sleep but Draco couldn't believe how beautiful he looked. The poking started again and Draco quietly turned to find the culprit.

"I'm hungry." Isadora whispered to him and Draco had to suppress a small laugh. She obviously didn't care that someone she didn't know was in her father's bed, she just wanted breakfast.

"Okay." Draco whispered back. He carefully slid out of the bed trying not to wake Harry. "Let's let him sleep in. He is very tired." She nodded and followed him out of the room. They quietly walked downstairs into the kitchen. "So, what does your dad usually make you?"

She rubbed at her eyes while shrugging her shoulders. "Daddy usually gets me cereal, or sometimes pancakes."

"Which would you prefer?"

"Pancakes…with chocolate chips."

Draco smiled at her. "Pancakes and chocolate chips it is then. But you are going to have to help me; I don't know where anything is in the kitchen." He watched her move about the kitchen grabbing the ingredients and tools. 'That's our daughter.' He thought to himself. Amazement was the only thing that could describe what he felt as he looked at the little girl, the daughter he never knew he had.

"You were at the grownup party last week right?" She handed him the mix.

"Yes I was."

"So what are you doing here?"

Draco just smiled. "Arent you inquisitive?"

"Inquisitive?" She questioned.

"It means you have a lot of questions. I…uh I needed to talk to your Dad about something."

She nodded. "What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Ah!" She gasped and he gave her a puzzled look.

"What?"

"That's my last name too! Isadora Malfoy! How cool!"

'he…he gave her my last name…'

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Harry blinked his eyes open noting the stiffness of dried tears on his face. Draco wasn't there but he smelled something cooking downstairs. He made his way into the bathroom and decided he looked like the victim of a hangover. After brushing his teeth and washing his face he made his way downstairs and watched from the doorway as Draco and Isadora ate pancakes. She was telling him about school and how she was very smart. He smiled while watching them and for a moment he let himself dream that it was a regular morning, that this was what it was always like. Izzy looked up and saw him standing there.

"Morning Daddy!" She beamed. "Mr. Draco and I made pancakes cause you were still sleeping." She pushed a plate towards him. "Want some?"

Harry walked over and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "I would love some." He took a seat opposite the table from Draco and shot him a small glance before staring at his plate of pancakes.

"Daddy, Mr. Draco has the same last name as I do, isn't that neat?"

She sounded so happy it made Harry grin. He reached out in front of her and took the syrup. "That is pretty cool. You almost ready for school?"

"Yeah, just have to brush my teeth." She shoved the last bite of pancake in her mouth. "Can Mister Draco walk me to the bus stop?"

"That's up to him, and please don't talk with your mouth full."

She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. "Sorry." She said to him before turning to Draco. "Mr. Draco do you want to walk me to the bus stop?"

"I would be honored, but you have to stop calling me Mr. Draco. It makes me feel like an old man. Draco is fine."

"Okay Draco. I'll go brush my teeth and then we can go." She jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

Draco looked to Harry. "You gave her my last name." He stated.

"She's your daughter. I wanted you to be a part of it, even if you weren't there."

Draco felt a pang of sadness rip through his heart and he put his attention back to the food left on his plate.

Soon Izzy came running back in the room pulling on Draco's sleeve. "We gotta go or we'll be late."

"Okay, I'm coming." He laughed at her enthusiasm.

"Kiss young lady." Harry said pointing at his cheek. "And don't forget your lunch."

She kissed his cheek and ran over to the fridge. "You didn't make me one."

"Must've slipped my mind." He stood and pulled a wand from one of the drawers quickly producing a packed lunch. "Here, peanut butter and honey."

"What about…?"

"Draco is a wizard too. Don't worry. Now go or you'll be really late."

She smiled and ran off towards the door.

"I'll…I'll be back in a minute." Draco said awkwardly before turning and following her out.

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"Hermione, would you just look at me…please?"

After a long silent car ride home and locking him from their bedroom she continued to ignore him as she had her morning cup of tea.

"Hermione I'm sorry. Please…can't we talk about this?"

"Ronald I don't want to talk to you right now." She spat at him.

Ron's head hung low and defeated and he knew he only had himself to blame.

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Draco shut the door quietly and walked into the kitchen where he found Harry dressed with a cup of coffee leaning against the counter. "Did you sleep enough?" he asked quietly. 'how about asking him how the weather is' he mentally slapped himself.

"As much as can be expected."

Draco watched him sip from his coffee.

"So…now what?"

Draco walked up to Harry and took the cup of coffee from him placing it next to them on the counter. His arms wrapped around Harry slowly until he had him in a tight embrace. One hand was at the back of Harry's neck fingers laced in his hair. The other tightly around his mid back. Harry's arms were squeezed tightly between their bodies.

"Draco…?"

"I…I just want to hold you." He felt him relax into his arms, listening to his breathing. There were so many things Draco wanted to say but couldn't get the words to his mouth. Afraid that if he spoke he would wake up and it would all have just been one of his dreams. "I feel like a fool."

Harry chuckled against his chest. "You weren't the one played by your best friend for seven years."

"I thought she was going to rip his throat out." Draco rested his chin on top of Harry's head, taking a deep inhale of his hair. "Not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you."

"Same."

"Well I think you had it worse than I. Believe me, I tried to forget you but that hurt more." His voice was quiet he wasn't sure if he was being heard. But it felt like the moment was wrapped in thin glass, and he didn't want it to shatter. "She's quite the little girl. But you should have told her more about strangers, when she woke me up this morning all she wanted was something to eat."

"She is too trusting."

"That would be the Gryphindor in her." He pulled back so he could look Harry in the face. "I..I want to be a part of her life…and yours." He was afraid when Harry's eyes averted his in thought and when Harry gently pushed him back he was almost sure he was going to tell him no. But still holding onto the hem of Dracos shirt he reached for the car keys on top of the bread box. He didn't say anything he just motioned for Draco to follow him.

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The car ride was about 20 minutes long and Draco didn't ask where they were going. They got out of the car and he followed Harry to the door. He looked at Draco for a moment before knocking on the door. Hermione opened the door and glanced at the both of them.

"He's in the living room" she said moving from in front of the door. "…just don't kill him."

Draco watched a small sad smirk form on Harry's lips before he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Draco nodded in her direction and followed Harry into the house.

Ron looked like a train wreck. He was on the couch head in his hands with his hair tussled all over the place. He looked up to see who it was and went back to hanging his head in his palms.

Harry looked to Draco who gave him a puzzled look. Harry had a small smile on his face. "Don't ask me. Ask him."

It took Draco a moment but he quickly understood. "Mr. Weasley," Draco said quietly. "If it's alright with you, I would like to start seeing Harry again."

Ron's head shot up so fast Draco was surprised he didn't snap his neck. He looked to Harry, then Draco, then finally to his wife who was leaning against the living room door frame.

"It's Harry's way of forgiving you Ronald." She interpreted to her confused husband. "You better answer quickly."

"R-really?" He said, voice shaken as he looked at Harry.

"I'm not sure. You haven't given Draco an answer yet."

Ron looked at Draco "It's alright with me." He said before crumbling into a big sobbing mess.

Draco watched as Harry joined his friend on the couch pulling him into a hug. Ron kept saying 'I'm sorry' over and over again like a broken record.

"You better be damn sorry." Harry scolded his own tears running down his cheeks.

"He's a much better person than I am." Hermione said quietly to Draco. "Would you like some coffee."

"Coffee would be great."

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Wow. Is all I can say. 1 more chapter to go people. Let me know what you think!!!!