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

Chapter Three

   Draco spun around and saw that Scorpius had crept out into the corridor, presumably to see where he'd got to. "Sorry sweetie," he said, darting back over to him and plucking him up in his arms.

He had no idea what to do. There was no one else he trusted enough to leave his son with, and he only had ten minutes before he needed to get over to his boss' office. He could feel the stress rolling off him as he held Scorpius to him in the middle of his cubicle, staring at the blank wall as he tried desperately to come up with a solution.

Scorpius sniffled onto his shoulder. "Daddy mad," he said in a small voice.

"Oh pumpkin," Draco said, trying to calm himself down as he stroked Scorpius' hair, as white blond as his own. "No Daddy's not mad I promise, you're being such a good boy." Daddy just has no fucking clue what to do, he though scathingly to himself.

"Who do we have here then?" a voice asked, and Draco opened his eyes to find himself confronted with Potter for the second time in as many minutes, but this time his face was soft and his wide green eyes were focused on Scorpius. He held his finger up as Scorpius raised his head and regarded Potter and his proffered finger with sniffling interest. "Hi," Potter said encouragingly. "I'm Harry, is this your daddy?"

Scorp glanced at Draco, who was looking warily between his son and his colleague. Scorpius nodded.

"Oh brilliant," replied Potter, that dazzling smile back in place. "I'm one of your daddy's friends, it's lovely to meet you." Potter wiggled his finger, and Scorpius eventually reached out to take it. Harry gave it a little shake. "And what's your name?"

Scorpius snuggled into Draco again, overcome with shyness, so Draco answered for him. "Scorpius. He's had to come in with me today."

Potter's gaze lingered on Scorp for a second, warm with affection, before turning to Draco. "And you wanted Luna to watch him whilst you had your interview?"

Draco nodded, not sure why he was being so nice. "I didn't know what else to do," he said, hating how his voice caught.

Potter smiled again, wide and unguarded. "He can come with me," he said as if that was obvious. "My godson is only a little bit older than him, I'm used to kids. Would you like that Scorpius?" he asked, addressing Scorp directly. He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, bright with threatening tears. "I've got some great games on my computer, would you like to come with Harry whilst Daddy does his important thing?"

Draco was stuck dumb. Most guys their age were either terrified or perplexed by children. But here Potter was, holding his hands out, prepared to watch over his son out of the kindness of his heart.

"What do you think Scorp?" he asked him hopefully, bouncing him on his hip. "Can you be a good boy for Harry?"

Harry. It felt so odd to call him by his first name. But it would be odder still to expect Scorpius to call him Potter, so Draco didn't correct himself.

Scorpius was worrying his doll's hair, clearly quite overwhelmed. But Potter apparently didn't give up that easily. "What kind of games do you like, Scorpius?" he asked, using his name with confidence. Sometimes Draco kicked himself for being talked into giving him an even more ridiculous name than himself, but Potter didn't seem to have a problem with it. "I've got an aeroplane game, one with lots of coloured blocks, one where you have to play along with the music-"

"Angry birds?" Scorpius asked hopefully, and Potter's face lit up.

"I have Angry Birds on my iPad," he said triumphantly. "Can you show me how to play it? That way we can both show Daddy when he comes back."

Scorpius mulled that over whilst Draco held his breath, then finally nodded his approval.

"Brilliant!" Potter cried, and boldly reached over to lift Scorp over to his hip.

Draco spun around and fetched the travelling bag. "Thank you," he said, trying not to come across as being too desperate. "Seriously, Potter-"

"Harry," he correct with a raised eyebrow and a nod towards an oblivious Scorpius.

"Harry," Draco repeated slowly, the word strange on his tongue. "Thank you."

Potter – Harry – shook his head. "Don't mention it. I take it everything's in here?" He took the bag from Draco's grip and slung it over his other shoulder.

"Yes," said Draco hastily. "Yes, there's some snacks in there, his blanket, clean clothes in case he spills anything – oh! He's not always good at asking to, you know-" He dropped his voice. "Go to the little boys' room. He always says he doesn't until it's almost too late, so make sure-"

"Draco," Harry interrupted firmly. His name sounded as funny on Harry's lips as Harry's had sounded on his. "I've got this. Scorpius and I are going to get on great, aren't we?" And he leant in, confident as anything, and gave Scorp a noisy kiss on the cheek which made him giggle and bat his hands at Harry's nose. Draco blinked, astonished. "Go grab a cup of tea, take a breath, then head upstairs and knock their socks off. Alright?"

It wasn't really alright. Draco wanted to ask what parallel universe he'd walked into where Harry bloody Potter would just drop everything to do Draco a favour. It wasn't just that though, he seemed to genuinely care about Scorpius' well-being.

And there was nothing attractive about that. Nothing at all.

"Um," he said stupidly. "Okay, I guess. If you're really sure?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Go," he said, heading out of Draco's cubicle himself, pulling faces without a hint of self-consciousness at Scorp to make him giggle again.

Draco watched them go. "Blimey," he said out loud, before rushing to go get ready for his blasted interview.