Draco Malfoy stormed into Harry's office like a particularly violent gust of wind. As he slammed the door shut behind himself a stack of assorted papers on Harry's desk blew all around them before scattering all over the floor.

"Oi, Potter! We've got a problem." Draco spat.

"Potter? I must be in trouble if we're not on first name terms anymore." Harry pulled out his wand and picked all the papers back up, guiding them into stacking themselves back on his desk. He then motioned for Draco to take a seat opposite him. Draco yanked the chair out and sat down hard, the stack of papers once more threatening to topple over.

"Don't make jokes! You have to talk to your son immediately!" Draco slammed his fist down on the desk and Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of nose under his glasses.

"What do you mean? Which one?" he asked, rubbing that spot between his eyebrows where a headache was just starting to build.

"Albus, of course!"

"What's he done now?" Harry asked, a little frustrated.

"I don't know but I've had Scorpius in tears over the two-way mirror. He told me that Albus doesn't want to be friends anymore, did you put him up to this? Again?"

Harry got up from his seat and paced over to the window behind himself, he cracked it open slightly and drank in the fresh air. Down below, witches and wizards were milling around on their breaks, greeting each other and grabbing a snack before heading back to work. One wizard was trying to wrestle a metal crate into the Ministry but the crate was rocking violently from side-to-side as though something inside were trying to frantically escape. Without turning back to face Draco, Harry spoke again,

"Albus was…reserved over Christmas. More so than usual, he barely spoke at all and when I asked him what happened at Hogwarts he wouldn't answer. I thought perhaps they'd had a fight or something but now I think it might have been something else."

"Do you know? About them?" Draco asked, raised his eyebrow. Harry turned back around to face and ran a hand through his ruffled hair.

"I know as much as a parent in the dark can know."

"Then we're in the same boat, I imagine. I've known for quite some time that Scorpius…cares about Albus. More than I think Albus cares about him." Draco took a deep inhale as though trying to swallow tears, "I don't want my son to get his heart broken again. Astoria's death almost destroyed us, I won't lose Scorpius too."

"I understand, Draco, but I'm not sure what I can do. I don't know enough to talk with Albus and I'm sure if I asked he would shut me down. Boys don't really like talking to their fathers about this sort of thing."

"Isn't it obvious? You have to use your secret weapon. The one thing I can't." Draco proposed.

Harry paused for a moment, wondering what Draco was referring to, and then it hit him.

"Ginny." He said.

"Exactly. Mothers are far more delicate with these kinds of issues, after all it was my mother who convinced Father that marrying Astoria was the right thing to do, even if she didn't particularly approve herself." Draco explained. Harry nodded in agreement.

"I'll ask her to talk to him."

"How? By owl? You've no guarantee he'll even read it, let alone reply!"

"Then she'll go to Hogwarts and speak with him in person. I'm sure I can come up with some excuse to persuade them to let her in. Official Ministry business, something like that." Harry waved his hand as though getting a witch special permission to enter Hogwarts were no big deal.

Draco bowed his head in thanks and sat for a moment at Harry's desk staring at the assorted trinkets laid out. There was a photo sitting opposite him of the entire Potter family taken just after Lily had been born. Ginny was cradling her new-born while Harry was wrestling with the two boys. All of them were laughing and looked so happy together.

"How is she? Still pregnant I presume." Draco asked.

"Yeah, very much so. Look, Draco, that day on the platform when we told you. I saw your face. I know it must be hard for you without your wife around. I didn't mean to rub it in." Harry gushed, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder for a moment before pulling it away. Perhaps they weren't hand-on-shoulders kind of friends.

"Not at all. I do miss her and I regret not giving Scorpius a sibling but I just don't think I could do it again. Meet someone, fall in love, get married, have children. I feel too old for all that now." Draco admitted, feeling uncomfortable at sharing so much with Harry Potter of all people.

"If you did it once, how hard can it be? Witch Weekly had an article about older dating."

Draco fixed Harry with a puzzled, slightly bemused stare.

"Oh, Ginny, leaves them lying around the house all the time!" Harry defended himself, "I did speak to that witch in Muggle Artefacts, she seemed keen to have a drink with you."

"Perhaps I should take her up on it then." Draco mumbled, staring out the window Harry had cracked open, "Did you ever imagine that we could possibly be sitting here talking like this?"

"Not at all," Harry admitted, "Honestly, I thought I would have throttled you to death by now." He added with a wink.

Draco smiled limply and got to his feet. He held out his hand for Harry to shake, who took it hesitantly and shook.

"Good day, Pot…Harry."

"Good day, Draco."