Cheers, Potter.

Goodnight, Potter.

Draco's POV

I begrudgingly broke the kiss and sighed as the black haired boy on top of me plonked his head onto my chest and laughed, only for a moment, before he heaved himself to his feet and wandered off to deal with the crying infant upstairs.

This gave me enough time to compose myself and go over what had just happened in my head, and go over it I did... It didn't matter what angle I looked at it from, I felt no less happy and I couldn't stop smiling like a complete fool.

"Hey," he said, returning from his God-Fatherly duties, and jumped over the back of the sofa to land not-so-gracefully next to me, "sorry about that. That's the thing about babies, man; they just have no consideration for their care-givers."

It's difficult to say if it was the light-headedness from the kissing or the fact that he still had not put a top on or if I was just hysterical from the emotional rollercoaster that had been the evening, but I found that far funnier than it actually was and laughed. Out-loud. And snorted. The ugly sound ripped me out of my hysteria and it went silent.

Until I made the mistake of looking at Harry next to me; he had tears in his eyes and his face had gone red from holding back his laughter, and I lost it again. We laughed and guffawed and snorted and cackled until we realised we were being very loud and there was a child, sleeping, in the house and hushed ourselves.

"How long until Andromeda gets back?" I asked, completely innocently of course.

"I don't know," he replied smiling at the floor, "maybe an hour?"

"Where'd she go?"

"Something at St Mungo's," he explained, "she's helped out there a few times and they have a fundraiser or something." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes; he was getting tired. It gave me an opportunity to stare, one of my favourite things to do, and his face was awfully close to mine.

A shade of stubble dusted his cheeks and the faintest smile played on his lips, the kind of smile that spoke of contentment and ease.

Beau monsieur, I found myself thinking dreamily.

"Did you want something?" He said, opening one eye and grinning at me.

"Why doesn't she hate me?" I asked softly.

He sighed and looked at me head on, "Because she knows that you're a product of your upbringing," he moved his hand to rest on mine, "she can't blame you for someone else's faults."

"She came from a very similar upbringing that I did," I couldn't help but note it, "she's managed to become a significantly less tragic person than I could be."

"I suppose she's just more stubborn than you,"

"I didn't think that was possible," I smiled.

"Well then, I guess you're just a natural born arsehole," he sniggered as I elbowed him in the ribs.

When our laughter subsided, we sat in silence, just existing.

"Why didn't you warn me how boring this would be? I should have brought a book."

~Ж~

We arrived back at the castle late; it was dark, the winter chill had set in and there wasn't much to do but head back to the dorms to bed.

"Thank you for letting me come with you tonight," I said in earnest, knowing that he already understood how grateful I was.

"No worries," he had a smile in his voice, "I enjoyed the company – babies aren't much fun to hang out with when they're asleep," he looked at me then and halted our pace, "you're infinitely more fun,"

"My my, is that a compliment?" I teased, "Do you think I might go with you again at some point?"

"I don't see why not, I reckon Teddy would like to see you again."

Would you like to see me again? I thought, would you like to kiss me again? I willed him to do so.

Silence fell upon us and we simply stared at each other, I began to lose myself in the green of his eyes when neither of us could stop ourselves any longer.

He put his hands around my waist and dragged me closer to him, so much closer that the buttons of my coat pressed almost painfully into my abdomen – I didn't mind though, because I was completely distracted by his hot breath on my lips and his warm chest under my perpetually frozen fingers. His forehead touched mine, our noses met and then finally, we were kissing again.

My hands travelled up his neck, feeling his fluttering pulse, and nestled in the tangled mess that he called hair and his hands had found their way into my coat and were working their way under my shirt. What his mouth was doing, however, was ever such a lot more intriguing. He was slow and deliberate and biting my lip. That was the best part. I smiled against his mouth and although I really didn't want to I said, "I need to go."

"You are the worst," he said into my mouth and didn't let me go, instead held me tighter.

"Oh the absolute worst, yes." I rested my forehead against his and breathed him in. He always smelled so divine.

He sighed, moving away from me for the last time that night, "Night then, you pompous git," he said it without any kind of malice.

I smiled back, "Goodnight, Potter."