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

Chapter Nine

   "How did it happen?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Car crash," Draco said simply, firmly keeping the memories of those awful days pushed to the back of his mind where they now lived. He would not think of Astoria like that. He would always think of his beautiful wife on her happiest days, how wonderful she was in the short time she got to be a mother. "Scorpius was only six months old, he doesn't even remember her."

He hadn't realised his hands had come free of their pockets until Harry reached over and squeezed the one closest to him. It was only brief, but Draco's whole body lit up like a firework. "I think he does," he said, "in his own way." Draco blinked at him, carefully sliding his hand safely back in his trousers. What could he mean by that? But Harry was ready to answer that for him. "He showed me Princess."

"Ah," said Draco delicately. They had left the rag doll in the car, but he had wondered if the subject had come up in his son's time with Harry. "I guess you thought that was odd?"

Harry scoffed. "I hate gendering of toys," he said crossly, and Draco believed him without pause. "I told him she was lovely, and he told me she was his special princess. He said that some princesses have to go to Heaven to become angels, but Princess would always stay with him."

Draco felt the lump rise in his throat, not sure how to express his gratitude at Harry's unapologetic understanding. "He has a big book of fairytales," he said, aware of the slight tremble in his voice. "It seemed the best way to try and explain why he doesn't have a mummy."

Harry nodded. "Like I said," he replied, and cleared his throat. "Great dad."

They changed the subject after that, chatting about work and musing on their other rivals for the job they had gone for earlier in the day. Draco would have assumed that it would be tense to discuss, but he soon realised they were both quite light-hearted on the subject. Neither asked the other how they had done, instead choosing to mock their other rivals instead. The conversation naturally flowed into sport and their time at university, and before Draco knew it, they were back at the car, the evening sky starting to darken around the edges.

He was going to ask Harry if he wanted a lift back to the office, to get the car he imagined he had left there. Or, if that wasn't the case, offer to drive him back home. But that wasn't what came out of his mouth.

"You're not free to join us for dinner are you?"

He had only a second to panic that a whole sentence of unintended words had come out of his mouth, when Harry's face broke into a wonderful smile. "That would be great," he said genuinely. "As long as I'm not intruding?"

"What do you think champ?" Draco asked his sleepy son perched on his hip. "If Harry comes home for dinner, we could get a Chinese?"

Scorpius popped his thumb from his mouth, blue eyes widening. "Chicken and chips?" he asked hopefully.

"And chow mein for Daddy," Draco said, finishing the little alliteration they always used.

"Does that mean I have to order something beginning with a 'ch'?" Harry asked playfully as they got Scorpius settled in his car seat.

"Of course," Draco told him with a wink.