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

Chapter Four

   The whole thing was rather a blur. Draco thought he'd done a good job, but it was hard to tell with the amount of adrenaline thrumming through his body. He'd answered all the panel's questions as best he good, and felt like his smile and enthusiasm had got more genuine as the interview had gone on, but he just couldn't stop thinking about the way Harry's eyes had lit up when he'd spoken to Scorpius.

Draco had been honest enough with himself to admit some months ago that his relationship with his fellow Junior, although mostly manifested through childish banter and the occasional elaborate prank, was deeply rooted in the kind of sexual chemistry that had led to most of his late night fantasies over the past year. Harry was electric, Harry was an absolute sod, and now, out of the blue, he had flipped some sort of switch and turned into a doting babysitter.

If he was being really honest, there were a lot of things about Harry that reminded him of Astoria. Wonderful Astoria, with her wicked humour and bright eyes and caring heart.

Draco stopped walking in the stairwell, and took a deep breath. It had been some time since Astoria had halted him in his tracks, and he let the moment wash over him, like a wave.

"Oh babe," he said, looking skywards and sighing. "What am I getting myself into?"

He found Scorpius perched comfortably on Harry's lap, both of them holding the iPad as they tilted it back and forth, firing fluffy birds at pigs in houses, for some unfathomable reason. Harry cheered, unaware he was being watched, and cuddled Scorpius to him. "Nice one mate – top score!"

"Top score!" Scorp repeated and clapped his hands. It was his response to everything he liked of late, and Draco smiled.

He needed to clear his throat or something, but after all the stress of the morning, he found the tension was just seeping out of him as he watched someone else treat his little man like he was as precious and important as Draco knew he was.

He'd known at the time that he and Tor had been young to have a child, but he would be forever eternally grateful that they had. It was the best decision they had ever made. But being in your mid-twenties with a toddler was pretty unusual, and a lot of people Draco's age judged him whether they meant to or not, assuming he must have knocked some girl up or something. Either that, or they were so unnerved by the prospect of looking after a small child they just legged it in the opposite direction. Harry though was almost exactly the same age as Draco, and he looked like an absolute pro, bouncing little Scorp on his knee and playing their silly game with gusto.

"Looks like you guys managed okay?" he said, finally, figuring if he lurked any longer it would become creepy.

"Daddy!" Scorpius squealed, wriggling down from Harry's lap to fling himself at Draco's leg.

Harry, he mused. How ridiculously fast he'd gone from being Potter to Harry. Draco might have been embarrassed if he'd cared enough.

Harry looked just as pleased as Scorpius at Draco's return. "Did it go well?" he asked, eyebrows raised over his glasses.

Draco's heart fluttered, before he reminded himself that Harry had gone for the same job mere hours ago – he was probably only asking for his own benefit.

Draco shrugged. "Well enough, I guess," he said, finding he was much more interested in the present situation that he was thinking about what his bosses had made of him. "Glad it's over."

"I bet," Harry agreed with a large grin.

"Park now Daddy?" Scorpius piped up, tugging on his trousers.

Draco looked down at him. "That's right," he said enthusiastically. "I did promise we could go on the swings if you were a good boy." And before he could stop himself, he raised his head and looked to Harry. "Was he good Harry?" he asked, loving the way his name tasted on his lips.

Harry smiled for a fraction of a second just for Draco, a lopsided affair that made his knees weak. Then he looked back down at Scorpius clinging to Draco's knee. "He was on his best behaviour," he confirmed with a decisive nod. "I think the park is an excellent plan, as well as ice cream if you can manage it."

"Ice cream! Ice cream!" Scorp shrieked, swinging off of Draco's trousers, and Draco glared at Harry for putting the idea in his son's head.

Harry of course, just smirked triumphantly back, but there was no malice to it.

Draco figured maybe it was that damnable smile that made his mouth move without his brain's consent. "Would you like to come with us?" he asked, then realised what he'd done.

Harry blinked, a moment of surprise on his features, before Scorpius spun around and scampered back over to his knee. "Yes, yes!" he cried. "Harry park, Harry swings!"

Draco waited anxiously to see what he would make of that, but Harry gave him that lopsided side again. Cautiously, but with a little sparkle in his eyes. "Well, who could resist an offer like that?" he asked.