Unplanned

January 13, 2005

"Scorp, I love your mother, but sometimes she's bloody ridiculous with her rules," Draco muttered to his eleventh-month-old son, who was sitting by the coat closet of Draco's flat. "I know it's cold outside, but we're just going from floo to floo, I don't understand why you have to be bundled up. It's literally a fireplace."

Draco continued to dig through the closet, searching for Scorpius' hat. "Buddy? Are we sure mummy brought it with you? I can't find the fucking thing. Accio Scorpius' winter hat."

After waiting several long minutes, no hat came flying out of mid-air. "Fucking hell she's going to kill me. Hope you had fun with me, buddy, she's never going to let me see you again."

Draco turned to face Scorpius, expecting the toddler to be sitting a few feet to his right. Instead, he turned and watched his son take his first wobbly steps towards Draco, winter hat tucked in his chubby fist. He teetered a few times before finally misstepping and falling, directly next to Draco's feet.

"Holy shite," Draco exclaimed, picking up his son and kissing his cheek. "You just took your first steps." He realized what had just happened.

Scorpius had taken his first steps.

In front of Draco.

Without Hermione present.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Right buddy here's the plan," Draco said, thinking quickly and looking into his son's grey eyes, the same shade as his own. "You did not just do that. When you do it for mummy, I'll act surprised."