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word count: 1639 (author's note included)
house : doesn't really matter
warning: after the war fic where Harry and Draco are friends. Also albus and scorp are friends before Hogwarts. bad writing.

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It was 11:30 PM, and almost all of the families and houses in the wizarding community. The houses are dark and only the lights in the streetlights and the stars above are the only ones that are giving light to the dark night. Even at this late hour, Draco Malfoy was still sitting at his desk, at his office in the Ministry of Magic. The other offices are also empty at this hour, for all of his workmates are already sleeping soundly with their families back in their houses. Draco Malfoy was still finishing some paper works so he can enjoy his day off tomorrow, since it was his son Scorpius' 6th birthday.

He thought he was the only one inside the office but then someone knocked on his office door. The blonde man looked up to see Harry Potter. Draco nodded, which Harry Potter took as a sign that Draco Malfoy was letting him in his office.

"Malfoy, you're working late again?" Harry Potter asked. "You've been working late often now."

"Yeah, well I need to feed my family, Potter." Draco Malfoy said, smiling at the thought of his small family waiting for him back at home. 

"But your family has so much wealth, I don't think you should be working this hard."

"Yeah, but I also want to work hard for my family, it feels different when you are actually working hard and earning your own money rather than just depositing money from the Malfoy Vault in Gringgotts to be completely honest with you, Potter." Draco laughed, gathering the papers that he wasn't done with yet.

"I get it that you want to earn money for your family but aren't you going home yet? I'm supposed to be closing this building and I'm waiting for you."

"I was planning to stay a few more hours to finish this report because I want to enjoy my day off tomorrow. It's my son's birthday, I wanna be there for him. I don't want to bring any paper works at home." 

"Same, Ginny gets pissed off whenever I bring home some work shit." Harry joked, and Draco slightly chuckled.

"Don't worry Potter, I'll just pack up these papers and I'll go home. I still have to make my son's cake tomorrow morning. He specifically requested that I would make his cake." Draco laughed. "By the way, are you and Albus going tomorrow? Scorp would appreciate it if Albus attended his party."

"Yeah, Albus has been getting ready since yesterday, he packed up his gift for Scorpius a week ago, and he woke me up this morning reminding me that we are going to Scorpius' party." Harry said. "You raised Scorpius well, Malfoy. I know its been early to judge but I know that Scorpius is a good kid, and that you raised him well."

"I think my wife, Y/N, should take credit with raising Scorpius well. I feel like I'm not around all the time and I feel like an absentee father."

"Oh don't feel that way. You are always there for your son, Malfoy. Anywho, please hurry up to pack, Ginny is waiting for me." Harry said and Draco only nodded. He also hurried up packing up all his papers and files and he placed them in his suitcase. When he was done, he looked at his desk and checked if he left anything, and when he didn't see anything that he left in his desk and he then walked out of his office, locked the door and said his good byes to Harry.

"See you tomorrow," Harry said, looking at his watch. "or later, Malfoy." Draco only nodded politely and apparated to the Malfoy Manor. 

It was funny to think that his rival back in Hogwarts and him are in speaking terms. They only became "okay" when Y/N introduced Scorpius to Albus and then they became very good friends. They always have playdates and even if Harry would often ask Ginny to bring the kids to the Malfoy Manor because he's busy with his work, or Y/N would bring Scorpius to their house because Draco is in work, they still have to get along because their sons are friends, best friends. 

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