Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Waiting

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: mothermalfoy (MsLyraMalfoy) ( on ao3)

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Draco always knew Scorpius was brilliant. From the moment he'd been born Scorpius had always been more brilliant than any other child, so naturally, when at just a six months old Scorpius would escape his playpen or his father's arms and plant himself in front of the door at exactly five-thirty, Draco knew there had to be a reason.

 
When it first happened, Draco hadn't even realized what he was doing, he had simply followed his son to the spot by the front door and watched him, waiting. Scorpius pointed excitedly at the door and giggled. Draco smiled, he heard the door unlock, and bent down to pick Scorpius up off the ground with a smile just as Harry came through the door.

 
"Well hi there kiddo," Harry said with a smile, kissing the top of his son's forehead. Scorpius giggled excitedly holding out his arms for Harry. Harry grinned, taking his son from his husband, and gave Draco a soft kiss on the lips. "Good day then?" he asked.

 
Draco merely shrugged, "It was normal," he admitted. For a few brief months after Draco had gotten pregnant, he had tried to work, he had been a cursebreaker for years, but Harry had been quite insistent that he should take some time off, and after much debate on the subject Draco had ultimately agreed. The goblins had been perturbed by Draco's decision but had ultimately allowed it. Only, after Scorpius was born, Draco realized, he really didn't miss work the way he had previously thought. 

Raising their son was far more important and a better use of his time, and as Harry had pointed out to him, it wasn't as though they needed the money. So Draco had become a stay-at-home parent, and Harry had been elevated to Head Auror. It was far less dangerous and required far less time in the field which had made Draco less worried about his husband over all. 

It also meant that Harry rarely had late nights like he had when he was a regular Auror and he never went on trips in which he was gone for weeks or even months at a time. His schedule was rather normal, and as such, it was exceedingly predictable.
The next day, right on schedule, Scorpius insisted that Draco put him on the ground, rather than holding him on his hip to make them dinner, and crawled towards the front door. 

Draco merely watched him as he sat on his bum on the ground and stared at the door, waiting. Draco eyed his wristwatch, a gift given to him by Harry on their second anniversary. Sure enough it was five-thirty, and sure enough less than a few moments later, Harry walked through the door. 

Draco smirked. He had always known Scorpius was brilliant but this was another level.
The next day it happened again, and for several days after, before he finally mentioned it to Harry.
"Our son is brilliant," Draco exclaimed one day just before bedtime.
"Oh?" Harry asked. Pulling off his trousers and t-shirt. "I mean, not that this is news to me, but what specifically did you mean?"
"He knows when you're coming home," Draco said, pulling off his shirt, and pulling on his nightshirt.

 
Harry eyed him. "How do you mean?"
"His internal clock is impeccable. No matter where we are, Scorpius will crawl towards the door and plop down on the floor and wait for you."
Harry looked impressed. "When did this start?" he pulled down his end of the duvet and climbed into bed.
"A few weeks ago," Draco replied. "I'm rather afraid to leave the house after five for fear he'll try and climb down and find a door and wait."

 
"That's so precious," Harry said with a smile.
"That's our boy," Draco replied, climbing into bed himself.
"He takes after you, clearly," Harry remarked, leaning over to kiss his husband. "You always were the smart one."
"You just wanna get me up the duff again," Draco teased.