1000 Days of Harry Potter

Day 1

"Potter," Draco says coolly, eyeing up the 'Savior of the Wizarding World' with intense dislike. Dislike that's only intensified by the vague recognition that he's extremely attractive now. Draco had seen him from a distance at the funeral, of course, and in the years since the War, and in the paper what feels like every bloody day, but this is the first time up close, and Potter is—well, he's gorgeous, and Draco hates admitting it to himself.

Not that Potter wasn't attractive before, he was, but he's stunning as an adult, with his stupid vivid emerald eyes behind his glasses and almost intentionally-looking messy hair and broad shoulders and clearly fit body under his striking crimson Auror robes... Because of course he became an Auror. Draco resists the urge to roll his eyes. Absolutely ridiculous.

Potter nods politely as he takes the seat beside him. "Malfoy."

"So, what's this about?" Draco asks. "I thought my aunt's Will was executed last week."

"It was," the man says. "This is Margo Leavitt, from the department of Child Welfare at the Ministry. She has been reviewing Andromeda Tonks' wishes for the guardianship of one Edward Tonks, and it involves both of you. You see, she has expressed a wish for his guardianship and custody to be split equally between you."

"What? You can't be serious," Potter says incredulously, standing up and going red in the face, his famous temper flaring immediately. "I'm his godfather!"

"Why wouldn't they be serious? I'm his cousin!" Draco snaps back. "He adores me!"

"I'm his godfather!" Potter repeats, rather stupidly in Draco's opinion, although the flush on his face does make his eyes look even more arresting than usual.

Draco rolls his eyes at him and turns back to the two Ministry employees in front of them. "How is this supposed to work, exactly?"

He's fully expecting Potter to pull the 'Savior of the Wizarding World' card, and, watching the warring expressions on his face, Draco would have wagered he was considering it, but Potter doesn't.

Both men turn to look at the executor as he answers Draco's question. "It's open to negotiation, but she recommended a month with each of you at a time, switching off, and then splitting major holidays. After Edward begins attending Hogwarts in just under three years, we'll revisit. Most likely split the summer between you, and continue sharing holidays. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Draco says firmly, glaring at Potter, daring him to disagree. "Where's Teddy now?"

"He came with me," Potter glares back. "He's waiting in the other room."

The executor clears his throat. "Right. So now we just need to decide who he's going home with for the coming month."

"Me!" Potter exclaims, right as Draco answers, "me, obviously."

"Why would it obviously be you?" Potter snarls at him. "He came with me. He's been staying with me for the past two weeks. Maybe we should stick with what's familiar for the first month."

"Have it your way, Potter. So long as you arrive at my house at eight o'clock sharp on the seventh."

Draco glances at the executor for confirmation on the date, and the man nods.