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

Chapter Five

   And that was how Draco ended up next to Harry in his car, as Scorpius once again chattered along to nursery rhymes in the back seat on their way to the play park near their house. Draco was clenching the wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, and he was staring at the road so adamantly in an effort not to glance over at the passenger seat he was making his heart skip beats. Relax! he screamed at himself. So what that Harry looked comfortable as anything, slouched in the seat with his suit jacket slung over his lap, like he did this every day? So what he'd been kind and caring with his son? He was still just as unattainable, an immature fantasy that Draco nurtured in the sparse seconds of down time he got to himself before he snatched a few hours sleep.

He would not risk a fling with a co-worker, and Harry would never want to tie himself down to a family, so that was that. He told himself this firmly as he did not glance over at him. But Harry treated him to an easy smile, and his insides dropped.

Everyone knew Harry was gay, he made no secret of it. Him and Cedric Diggory had been having an on-off fling that they'd all seen evidence of at more than one work night out before Diggory had finally changed jobs, so it wasn't that Draco was afraid of rejection on that front. It was just...this was Potter. They stole each others' clients and covered each others' desks in post-its or sticky tape. Once, Harry had even pinched Draco's set of highlighters and somehow set them in a mould of jelly in the time it had taken Draco to come back from his lunch break. The man was an incorrigible flirt and shameless tease, and yet...

And yet he had taken Scorpius into his care without a moment's pause, and now he was humming along to Humpty Dumpty like that was always on his usual choice of driving compilations. Four years ago Draco would have sworn that would have been nothing but irritating, but now he was arguing furiously with himself that it wasn't completely adorable.

Oh Tor, he begged silently, glancing upwards as he often did. I don't know what I'm doing, help me snap out of this.

"So what's your favourite part of the park Scorpius?" Harry asked, turning and looking over into the back seat and earning both the senior and junior Malfoys' attention . Scorp broke from his mumbled singing, and Draco watched in the rear view mirror as he looked at Harry with serious consideration. "The swings," he said, as if it was the most important question he would answer.

"I love the swings," Harry agreed in that affected way he had of talking to Scorp, Draco had noticed. It was just slightly over the top, like he really wanted his son to know everything they were talking about was really important. Draco liked it, although he'd roll his eyes if Harry caught him looking at him whilst he did it. "They go really fast. Is that why you like them?"

Scorpius gave him a slightly confused look. "They go high," he said.

Draco thought he knew what he meant. There was that moment of weightlessness when you were on a swing, when gravity took a breath and waited for you to come back down, and in that split second, it was like you were free from everything. He got why Scorp might light that.

"I bet Harry can't go as high as you?" Draco said to Scorp, then gave Harry a wink. He was really failing at the whole 'playing it cool' thing.

Harry spluttered in fake indignation. "I think Daddy doesn't realise he's talking to a swinging champion," he said to Scorpius. "I bet I can go higher than you."

"No you can't!" Scorpius squealed in delight, kicking his feet in excitement.

"Tell you what," said Harry, raising his eyebrow over his glasses. "If you can go higher than me, I'll buy you and Daddy an ice cream, deal?"

"Deal," Scorp agreed emphatically.