"Draco, I need to apologize to you," Harry said one Saturday afternoon. He'd just returned to the Manor with Eiona after a playdate with Fleur and Victoire. He'd already handed his daughter over to Draco for an enthusiastic greeting filled with hugs and kisses between the two.

"Yes, you do. I'm glad you're finally seeing it. But, might I ask, in which area have you finally come to your senses?" Draco asked curiously, lounging back on his chaise in his sitting room, Eiona wedged between his belly and his chest playing with one of her toys.

"Vicky. She's a nightmare. She went all harpy during the playdate and I barely got Eiona away before she got hurt," Harry admitted. It was scary the way little Victoire's face shifted from beautiful to harsh with a sharp beak. Her attitude had shifted too, instantly going from sweet little girl to kicking and hitting wildly. It was amazing Fleur only ended up with a few scrapes and bruises.

"I thought I said I didn't want Eiona near the veela spawn after she bit my little princess?"

"I know, which is why I'm apologizing. I'm sorry, I was wrong. I hadn't seen it, so I didn't know what she was like when she got mad. I thought you were overreacting, but now I think you may've been underreacting."

"So you went behind my back, endangered Eiona's precious life, and now wish me to forgive you?" Draco asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"And how do I know you won't do it again?"

"I won't. I know what she's like now."

"I'm sure next week Hagrid will turn up with a little werewolf pup for Eiona to play with and you'll agree to that playdate too."

"Well unless it's the full moon…" Harry started to say, but changed his tune, due to the glare Draco was shooting him. "Fine, no playdates at all unless you approve." Draco nodded. "And next time I'll believe you when you say someone is dangerous."

"FYI, I'll turn into a harpy and tear your face off if you let anything bad happen to my children," Draco said sweetly.

"I'd expect nothing less."

"Good. There is something I wanted to say to you too," Draco said seriously.

"What is it?"

"I know that I caused a lot of the strain in our marriage. I said it to Skeeter, but that article seemed to gloss over that and focus on blaming you. I do blame you for breaking our marriage vows, but not for everything. I should have seen a healer when I first started feeling ill. I also know that I do occasionally over-react and that I'm not any good at cleaning a house, so I didn't exactly make things easier for you."

"Thank you for saying so, but the cleaning thing was probably my fault for not getting a new elf sooner."

Draco nodded and said, "There's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yes?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Blaise told me he had fun with you the other day. Adrian had good things to say too. And I know you've been volunteering over at the Secure Treatment Facility; my father told me. I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"You sound surprised." Draco raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well I thought that maybe one of your friends hadn't approved of me…"

"Which one?" Draco asked pointedly.

"Um, Tracey?" Draco shook his head, so Harry proffered up another name. "Theo." Another shake of the head from Draco. "Daphne?"

"No."

"Pansy?"

"Yes, well she was going to report negatively on you no matter what you did." Draco smirked as he said it and let out a laugh at the end.

"Seriously? Pansy was the only one who didn't like me?" Harry asked surprised.

"You sound surprised."

"Yes, well, I didn't exactly hit it off with the others."

"How so?"

"I liked Theo, but he was sooo boring I fell asleep," Harry admitted sheepishly.

"We all fall asleep on Theo sometimes. He's used to it."

"Whew."

"So why didn't you think Tracey liked you?"

"Well I wouldn't add to her little fantasy about Vince." Harry left out that he wanted to strangle the bint by the end of the meeting.

"Not many will."

"She really needs help, that one."

"Maybe, but what's the harm? If she's destined to live her life alone, why can't she be in love with a dead man?"

"It's not normal."

"My friends would say it's not normal to be in love with a Potter."

"Point taken. Okay, I won't say anything about her, but please, I beg you, don't invite her to any family dinners."

"Are you implying that you would like to go to another of my family dinners?"

"Yes…If you'll have me that is."

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"Yes, alright."

"Does that mean you'll give me another chance?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yes, to a point," Draco said shyly, looking down at Eiona and then back up at Harry. "But I have one condition."

"Name it."

"You give an interview stating that you are in favor of my father being released on house arrest and you testify to it in court, if called."

"Draco, I told you I don't want to get involved in the politics. I just want to say nothing and let someone else figure it out."

"Harry, Fawley already won the electron. The hurting Kingsley's feelings part is over, so as far as the politics goes, it doesn't matter what you say. It does matter to me though. I want my father back. I love him and I miss him. I know he'll relapse and die if sent to Azkaban," Draco pleaded passionately.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"You will?"

"Yes, come here," Harry said, holding his arms out for a hug.

Draco moved, passing Eiona off to Harry. Harry placed her onto his hip and held a hand out to help Draco, who was still struggling with his enlarged stomach. Once Draco finally stood upright, Harry wrapped his free arm around his husband.

"Thank you so much for this Draco, I promise you won't regret it," Harry said, before leaning in for a kiss.

Draco kissed back and it turned into a bit of a snog, before Eiona screamed and started pushing on Harry, wanting to be let down. Harry let her down. Draco sat back down on his chaise and Harry sat next to him.

"Harry, I want you to know why I agreed, apart from the fact that I love you and you are willing to support me with my father," Draco said and Harry nodded for him to continue. "I know you didn't get along with all of my friends and family and I don't expect that. But you did try and in doing so you became friends with two of my friends. I expect you to continue trying to understand my viewpoint and my culture. I expect you to help me get Father home. Otherwise we will be right back where we were and I can't live like that."

"Draco, I'm going to try my very best to be everything you need me to be."

"Wonderful."

"Now when are you moving home?" Harry asked with a giant smile on his face.

"I didn't agree to all that."

The smile fell from Harry's face. "What? Why? I thought you agreed to give me another chance?"

"I did, but I didn't agree to move back into Grimmauld Place. I didn't even agree to call off the divorce. I agreed to put it on hold while we try to rekindle our relationship. I was thinking more on the lines of a date. Are you going to take back your decision to help my father if I don't move back in with you?"

"No, I meant it. I'll help him. I'd just hoped…Never mind," Harry said shaking his head, the frown of concentration turning to a smile. "A date is brilliant. What did you have in mind?"

"Surprise me."

And so that is how Harry went from fearing Draco would skin him alive for allowing the playdate with Victoire, to over the moon with excitement for their upcoming date. They really hadn't been on many dates. There were a few outings, such as the dinner at the muggle ice cream parlor and dancing at his eighteenth birthday party, before Eiona was born that he'd always remember fondly. He'd taken so long to figure out his own feelings that by the time they'd finally gotten together, Draco was so far along that trips for anything other than baby necessities were unheard of. Then after she was born, they were too busy being new parents and planning their wedding to date. Then came Lucius' illness, making a date a very rare occurrence indeed. Maybe, just maybe, that was about to change; maybe this would be the first of many dates.

There was still the problem of planning a romantic date. Harry had even less experience planning a date than he did going on them. He considered keeping it simple and taking Draco to a fancy restaurant for dinner and dancing. Draco loved to dance, but he was in his second trimester already and tired so easily these days; Harry didn't want to risk his one precious date on an activity that might prove difficult for his pregnant husband. He considered a family outing, such as taking Eiona to the zoo, but didn't want it to turn into a day about their children, when he was trying to show that he loved Draco regardless of their children.

Harry then started asking other people for advice on where to take Draco. Hermione recommended the Royal Observatory to see the planetarium there. It sounded romantic, especially given the Black family's obsession with the stars, but it was also a very muggle date. He was trying to show that he could be accepting of pureblood culture too and a muggle establishment was not the place to do that. He then asked Molly Weasley for help, but all of her suggestions were the type of cheap low class dates Arthur had taken her on, not the type of pureblood thing Harry had in mind.

Finally Harry turned to Dromeda, who had been raised to be a stuck up pureblooded Black and despite falling in love with a muggleborn, still knew a bit about pureblood dating.

"First off, you will need flowers or jewelry, Harry, don't forget that the one being courted is expecting to be spoiled. It is part of our custom to show interest with gifts. The more expensive, elaborate, or difficult to make, the more serious you are about the courting," Dromeda said.

"But we're already married; I'm not trying to court him," Harry protested.

"Doesn't matter. If you want to impress him with your knowledge and acceptance of pureblood customs, then you need to follow the strictest courting protocols. You need to act as if this was your first date."

"Alright, I can see the logic in that. I'll buy him jewelry or flowers. What else?"

"Generally the younger crowd would do something fun, like a Quidditch match or a wizard-rock concert, but if you really want the complete pureblood experience, I would recommend a wizarding play. We don't have movies, so dinner and a play is the wizarding equivalent of the typical date. Perhaps a wizarding opera or symphony for those with more sophisticated, meaning stodgy, tastes."

Harry didn't think he'd be able to stomach an opera of any sort and wasn't entirely sure what going to a symphony was like. The play was the safest choice, because he'd figured it was just like a movie, only performed live. "So a play. Is there anything else?"

"Put some research into it before choosing the play. This is your chance to find something stodgy enough to be worthy of a pureblood and make sure to have reservations at a fancy wizarding restaurant nearby. And with Draco being pregnant, it'd be advisable to bring him snacks to munch on during the play," Dromeda said and Harry agreed.

Harry thanked Dromeda for her wonderful advice and then went off to research wizarding plays, in order to find the perfect one. He was going to follow her advice to the letter and make this the most perfect date ever.

Author's Note: So the date it is up and very soon afterwards, it will be Draco's turn to work on all of his problems and issues. Communication will be a major thing they work on in therapy, but maybe he could have homework assignments on communicating in their lives. What do you think? What would you have them work on in therapy?

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