Harry peeked into Scorpius's room. Draco was bending over the little boy, softly singing a lullaby. Harry sat down on the floor in front of the room and listened. He loved Draco's voice. He loved his tenderness and his care, which he gave to their son and to him. He would have been able to sit like this until midnight, but Scorpius was sleeping calmly in a moment, and Draco quietly slipped out into the corridor.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
"I liked the way you sing. You have a beautiful voice. I could listen to you all evening."
"Shall I play the piano for you?" Draco offered.
"You know what I'd like?" Harry whispered a little sheepishly.
"I'll do anything for you."
"I have just one small, humble wish, but please don't laugh at me. I'd like you to sing to me before I fall asleep, just like you did to Scorpius."
Draco smiled fondly. "I can easily do that for you."
In the evening, Harry snuggled up to Draco and closed his eyes. First, he felt a gentle kiss on his forehead. Then Draco began to sing. It was the same lullaby he had first sung to Scorpius, but somehow it sounded different. Deeper. Draco's singing pierced Harry's heart.
Draco stroked his cheek.
"Are you crying, my love? I did not want that. I wanted you to be happy."
"I am happy. So happy it hurts," Harry whispered. "Perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea to fall asleep now, don't you think?"
