There's No I In Team (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Two

   They got loaded into the car, and Draco tuned out the all-too familiar nursery rhymes that played continuously on a loop whenever they drove anywhere. All he cared about was that Scorp was happy, babbling along to Baa Baa Black Sheep in the back seat, kicking his little legs and clutching his princess rag doll to his chest.

Draco sighed, and hoped no one would be an arse about that, he really couldn't cope with any tears on top of everything else.

He could do the twenty minute drive to the office complex in his sleep, which was lucky because his mind was whirring with all the things he should have been looking over whilst he had been calming Natalie down. He'd meant to go over his notes one last time. "You've got this, you've got this," he muttered to himself.

Gringotts was an advertising company based on the Wiltshire/Hampshire border that had offices in London, Reading and Bristol, and Draco had been lucky enough to get an internship with their head office right out of uni. It hadn't been long before he'd been able to work his way into a junior position within the team, but what he had his eye on now was becoming a fully fledged Accounts Manager.

The trouble was, the interview was today.

Accounts Managers essentially split their time between doing actual work involving creative and finance, and then the rest of their time was spent making the client happy. "Glorified babysitting," Astoria used to call it, that twinkle she used to get in her eye when she teased her husband. Inevitably, 'glorified babysitting' involved a lot of drinking, sports events, and more often that Draco liked (which was never if he could help it) strip clubs. His colleague Marcus Flint had been letting him tag along over the last year, teaching him the ropes, hoping he'd get a position alongside him as soon as one became available, and Draco had worked extremely hard at it.

It wasn't that his employers didn't know about Scorpius, but out of sight out of mind was generally better with this sort of role. Being a young dad didn't exactly scream party animal, and Draco was hoping none of them would glimpse his son before the interview and make up their minds before he had a chance to prove himself.

He sighed, and glanced in the rear view mirror as he parked the car in the first free space he found. He hated thinking like that, like Scorp was a burden. But people were more often than not dickheads in his experience, and he had to anticipate how they would try and judge him before they did.

"Ready to see Daddy's office?" he asked excitedly, and Scorpius clapped his hands.

He scooped his son up onto his hip and awkwardly locked the car, his travel bag with all of Scorpius' necessities filling every inch inside. He was never quite sure how someone so small could need so many things.

The security guard waved him in without much interest, but Lavender the receptionist squealed and balled up her fists as she raced around her desk to say hello. Her hyper energy put Scorp on edge though, and Draco was worried they were heading towards a tantrum if he wasn't careful.

A glance at his watch told him that he only had fifteen minutes until he was due for his interview. He was lucky company policy allowed employees to take the rest of the day off when they were going for internal job rolls, but that didn't mean he could rock up whenever he liked.

He made his excuses and hurried up to the third floor with Scorpius clinging to him, his face buried against his neck. He was picking up on Draco's tension, no matter how well he was trying to mask it.

He managed to get to his cubicle without being stopped, though some people did a double take when they spotted the toddler in his arms, and carefully placed Scorpius onto his ergonomic wheelie chair. "Look buddy, it spins," he cried, giving the chair a gentle push, and was very relieved when Scorp giggled in response. "Can you stay here a second whilst Daddy goes and gets his friend?"

He nodded and popped his thumb in his mouth, Princess clutched tightly to his chest.

"Good boy," Draco said, swooping down to give him a quick kiss on the top of his head. "Daddy will be right back."

Luna's cubicle was only a few over from his, but Draco rounded the corner and his face fell as he realised it was empty.

"There you are," a voice from behind him made him jump. "I was starting to think you'd bailed on your interview. I mean, we all know I've already got the job, but it's good for you to at least try."

Draco turned and his stomach dropped. Of course it was Harry Potter, yanking his chain as usual. Infuriatingly gorgeous Potter, grinning at him mischievously. "Where's Luna?" Draco asked, ignoring the teasing.

Harry blinked, probably at Draco's snappy tone. He did normally rather enjoy hurling insults back and forth with his rival, but not today. "Uh, she's in London today, meeting with one of the designers. Malfoy, are you alright?"

Draco pressed his fingers against his eyelids. "Fuck," he hissed with feeling.

"Daddy?"