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

Chapter Ten

   Whilst Scorpius napped in the car, Draco and Harry dropped by the local Chinese restaurant and ordered half the menu. Draco realised that aside from some mint ice cream, he'd not eaten all day and was absolutely ravenous, and Harry insisted they get a variety of dishes so Draco could try the ones he himself liked. "You can always have anything we don't eat for breakfast tomorrow," Harry suggested when Draco had proposed they had maybe gone a bit overboard. At Draco's noise of disgust at the thought of cold leftovers for breakfast, Harry had just wiggled his eyebrows gleefully and added an extra foo young to their order.

By the time they got home Scorpius was wide awake again and ready for his plain chicken and chips, though Draco caught Harry's impressed look as he dipped everything in a pot of sweet and sour sauce. Draco let Scorp try everything and tried not to make a fuss around food, and so far he had quite a wide pallet for such a little boy.

They all sat around the living room table with the radio playing pleasantly in the background, and Harry followed Draco's example of helping himself to whatever he wanted to directly from the boxes, piling their plates with a whole host of different dishes. "Here," Harry said halfway through their second helping. "Try some crispy squid."

He held several deep fried portions between his chopsticks, and Draco realised in alarm he intended to feed him. "Um," he said, panicking.

"Try Daddy," Scorpius piped up.

"Yeah," Harry agreed with a raised eyebrow. He did that a lot, Draco had come to realise. "Weren't you just telling Scorp he was a good boy for trying a spring roll?"

He had, in fact, said that exact thing about five minutes ago. And he would be happy to try something new, he was a firm believer in that. Just...this seemed very intimate.

But Harry and Scorp were both looking at him expectantly, so he rolled his eyes and made a show of huffing. "Fine," he moaned, and ate the damn squid to Scorpius' round of applause.

"See," said Harry, as Draco nodded in approval at the salty crunchiness. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

The twinkle in his eye suggested he knew that Draco had never been bothered by trying a bit of seafood, and his insides fizzled.

Draco was fully aware that he now had Harry in his home, and that without thinking through the consequences thoroughly, they had both already made it through two beers each. Harry could always get a taxi, but seeing as it was a Friday night, it seemed so much more likely that he would just crash on the couch.

Yes, definitely the couch, Draco had assured himself as the third bottles had been opened and they had picked at prawn crackers. Not anywhere else.

It was creeping up to Scorpius' bedtime, and Draco decided that he needed to take charge of the evening a little bit. So once they could no longer manage another mouthful between them, he suggested that Harry clear up what remained (for what would be a near-enough banquet for breakfast tomorrow, just as Draco had suspected) and he would take Scorpius upstairs.

Despite his nap, the tantrum that followed was not unexpected. "No!" Scorpius had screeched. "Not tired, not TIRED!" He was obviously extremely tired from such an unusual day, but clearly wanted to stay up with his new friend Harry, and Draco had to be strong.

"Harry and Daddy are going to have some grown up time now," he said as he plonked his whimpering son into the bath. "You've been such a good boy today, I'm sure you can be a good boy now."

"No!" came the adamant response, and Draco sighed.

It took almost an hour to get Scorp to go down in the end, but Draco stuck to his guns, walking him calmly back to his room whenever he tried to escape, sitting in the hallway until finally, mercifully, he crept in to see the small, sprawled out form of his unconscious son laying diagonally across the mattress. "Good boy," he murmured, running his hand through his hair and trying not to feel as frazzled as his nerves assured him he should be.

Harry had probably got fed up and left, he told himself as he carefully tucked the blanket around Scorpius' sides and made sure Princess was under his arm, ready for when he stirred. That was okay, they had had a lovely day, something Draco would never in a million years have predicted. He would drop Harry a text and thank him; he was pretty certain he had his number programmed in.

Except, Harry had not left. He had cleaned the living room to a standard Draco hadn't remembered seeing it in months, and was curled up on his sofa with his Kindle, half a beer dangling casually from his fingers. A full, cold bottle was perched on a coaster at the other end of the table, and Draco looked between it and Harry in surprise.

Harry however looked relieved to see him. "That seemed tough," he said in a soft voice, turning off his book and sitting up. "I wanted to help, but it seemed better to leave you to it."

He reached over to hand Draco his beer, and Draco felt a sudden pang for simple domestic life. He and Tor had spent so many evenings on this sofa, and he had missed having someone else in the house actually thinking about him for once.

He took a fraction too long to take the bottle from Harry. "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

Draco shook his head, finding his senses again, and accepted the drink. "Sorry," he said, blinking away the wetness that had threatened at the corner of his eyes, and sank into the couch. "Long day. Thank you." He indicated the beer, but he meant so much more.

Harry nodded, pleased, and leaned forward again. "I thought we could watch a film?" he said, picking up a couple of DVDs he had obviously selected from Draco's collection and showed them to him.

That means you want to stay? Draco almost asked, but he was done with being cautious. Yes, Harry had joined them for dinner and cleaned up his lounge and made himself so comfortable Draco would have been forgiven for forgetting he had never set foot in his house until a few hours previous. He had planned their evening whilst Draco had wrestled with Scorpius, so yes. Yes he wanted to stay.

"Anything with a spy in is good in my books," he said, indicating the latest Mission Impossible film, and Harry's face lit up.

"I was hoping you'd pick that one."