Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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"Did they- Potter, did they leave," Draco said, looking around the platform, a mix of angry and sad. Harry checked the time and shrugged.

"The train shouldn't leave for another 5 minutes or so and they wouldn't leave without saying goodbye," Harry said without looking at him and walking down the slowly clearing platform to see if he could find their sons.

"How do you know that? I never said goodbye to my father when it was time to get on the train."

"No offense, Draco, but you were a spoiled brat obsessed with your image. I'm surprised you even showed up with your parents as much as you did."

Draco stopped in his tracks and grabbed Harry's arm roughly, turning him around.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Harry only shrugged and brushed the blonde away, but looked him in the eyes when he spoke anyway.

"You were a prat. You were raised like a prat. You still have the tendency to be a prat." He shrugged. "My boys weren't raised like you were."

"Your boys?" Draco grit out.

"Yes. My boys. The boys I took care of for the majority of their childhoods."

"You mean the kids who are just as much- if not more- related to me. The same kids that Andromeda, and whoever else, raised until you were old enough to stop calling whatever you were doing babysitting?" Draco was practically growling. "You can't get mad at me for not being there for them when you didn't even have the bloody courage or whatever the hell it is, to tell me about James in the first place!"

"S'not like you would have cared before. You had a whole life going for you, right, Malfoy? Just running away when things get tough. You were too busy for a family. Always were."

"Then why the hell am I here, then? Why in the name of Merlin and Morgana am I still bloody standing here listening to you try to tear me new one? It must be because I don't care about you and our boys right?"

"My boys," Harry insists weakly. He had told Healer Grant what he wanted. He had admitted to himself what he wanted, but when it was standing right in front of him there were a million reasons in his head about why he couldn't have it. Why he shouldn't.

"Oh, go hex yourself, Potter," said Draco pushing past Harry when some of the smoke clears and he finally spots James and Teddy standing at one of the doors on the train carriage. "Alright there, Jamesie?" asked the blond once he was close enough.

The boy grinned and nodded, while Teddy threw an arm over his shoulders.

"I'll look out for him," his brother said gladly.

"We don't doubt it for a second," said Harry finally making his way over to them. "Go find a seat, yeah? The trains taking off," he said looking around at all the other crying and waving parents still on  the platform.

Draco reached an arm out and ruffled the hair on both of the boy's heads.

"Hey, Teddy," he said as the trains whistle blew, "show me how blonde you can go."

The blue haired boy smiled wide before flashing his hair platinum blond and rising off to their seats tugging a laughing James behind him. They made it to a somewhat empty compartment and threw open the window to wave as the train pulled off. When it was finally out of sight Harry turned to Draco with a soft apologetic smile when he noticed the blonde had tear stains on his cheeks. He looked away before he started speaking again.

"I know they're your boys too...I'm just- things have been hard, alright? And I just don't know how to-"

"Would you like to come over to my house?" Draco asked, clearing his throat as he sent Harry a sideways glance.