Recovery

Chapter Fifteen

"Because they are asses, Harry. Everybody that knows you, loves you." Ron said. "Now that isn't at all true." Harry laughed, but smiled lightly. "Your crew loves you and the important people do. That is what matters." Ron said, as Rose pulled at there arms. "She wants to swing." Ron said and Harry smiled. "Ready, Rosie?" Harry smiled and she giggled out. They swung the little girl, who giggled out that ended with Harry picking her up and throwing her up in the air. "I swear if you don't catch my daughter." Ron half joked as Harry caught the toddler who was laughing. "Again!" She giggled out. "Harry!" Ron fussed when he purposely waited to grab her until she was close to the grass, Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Relax! I am not going to drop her. You know how many times I have thrown Teddy?" Harry said, putting Rosie up on his shoulders. Her cold little hands holding onto his forehead. "Giving Moony a heart attack each time you did it." Ron said and Harry just smiled.

Hermione had dinner on the table less then an hour after the two of them join the house. Rose was sitting in her high chair, down to her pullup as she wouldn't stop fussing until she got her own plate of pasta and they all knew the mess that would come behind. Draco wouldn't be rude, but Draco didn't eat meat...and couldn't eat dairy, so he was only picking at the plate of food, he really wasn't a big eater anyway. "So they are seven, right?" Hermione asked. "Yes, they are seven. Very close to one another, but couldn't be more different." Draco said. "Her hair is rather long, I haven't seen somebody so young with such long hair in a long time." Hermione said. "Take your hair down." Harry said. "Your hair is up?" Ron said. "Ya...the weather's getting warmer though so my mum keeps it Bobby pend up. Luckily it's thin." Draco said, and after the small nod form Harry, Draco removed the pens. "I kept Micheal hair long, until he fussed to my mum enough time she agreed to take him to get it cut. He'll even do ours, but very much disliked his own long hair." Draco said. "Because he gets rashy." Harry said. "How do you know?" Draco asked. "I asked your mum about the shampoo in their bathroom for the kids. It's a condition that got past on. Willow gets it to during the heat. That awful double bun on the top of her head hair do you hate so much? It's keep the sun off her scalp." Harry said. "I only dislike it because her hair is so long you have to leave some of it out of the bun and it goes everywhere and she can get fussy." Draco said. "If she can handle it, why can't he though?" Draco asked. "He just got it worst was all, if he wanted to spent a couple hours on his hair each morning, he could keep it longer. Just easier for him if he doesn't." Harry said. "Seems your mum would have told you?" Hermione kind of asked. "Not if my father told her not to." Draco said kind of quiet. "Why-" Hermione started, but Ron just give her a finger to hush that Draco caught in the corner of his eye. Draco let out a sigh. "I would say it was past on by Zane." Draco said, pulling out an older phone, unlocking it. "Not close?" Hermione got the okay to ask after a moment. "No...Not at all." Draco thought to answer quickly, before handing Hermione the phone, for both Ron and Harry to look over her shoulder. It was an older picture, of him and Zane, looked about thriteen years old. Zane's head was closely shaved, with the small rash under the eyebrow that Draco mistaken as a bruise back then. "He has older brothers...and I seen him roughhouse a lot with them, so I always thought it was a bruise." Draco said. "You knew him for a while?" Hermione asked. "In passing since he had transferred to the school. Didn't really talk to him until the middle school dance thing." Draco said, getting handed back the phone. "It does make since though. He was always fussy at bath-time. At least these way I know why." Draco said.

Harry gave Draco a kiss, after he followed Draco into their bathroom. "You didn't eat much. You didn't have to engage in the conversation, I could have hushed her." Harry said, getting a hand on his cheek. "It doesn't bother me much. It only upset me so much because my father was asking questions I didn't want to answer." Draco admitted. "Then why didn't you eat?" Harry asked. "I... suppose you really haven't been around dinner time enough to notice. I don't eat meat, and I can't eat dairy." Draco quietly admitted. "Why didn't you say something?" Harry said, but got a kiss. "I was not about to be rude, and I wasn't that hungry anyway." Draco said. "Find something to eat, Draco." Harry said. "Harry, I won't be rude. I am fine. I am really not that hungry." Draco admitted, getting a light kiss.
They ended up sleeping over, so Hermione found Draco drinking a cup of coffee with little Rose sitting him the highchair. She had a pretty little dress on and her little red hair done in little pig tails. She was eating some baby cereal. "You didn't have to wake up with her." Hermione said. "I was up. Called my mum." Draco admitted. "First night without the babies?" She asked, taking the sit beside him. "Yeah. They have slept over at Remus and Sirius before...but I have been there." Draco said. "What about Willow and Micheal?" She asked. "They were nearly four before they spent the night with their grandparents and I wasn't there." Draco said.