Expectant || Drarry

Epilogue

Draco turns just as Harry comes lumbering into the room, looking like he might burst into tears any second as he slumps facedown onto the bed with a sobbed groan.

"Harry," Draco strides forward, clutching a bunch of socks in both hands. "Harry, listen. I don't have a single matching pair of socks."

From down the corridor, comes the sound of Lily's shrill, furious screeching interspersed with long, throaty wails.

"She won't get dressed," Harry says, his voice muffled against the pillows. "She's refusing to get dressed. I can't do it, I just can't."

"Are you listening to me?" Draco hisses. "Why don't I have any socks? What the fuck am I supposed to do without a pair of clean, matching socks?"

Harry garbles something into the bed and Draco turns around with a snarl of frustration, stopping dead as Scorpius comes sauntering into the room, crooked smile of self-satisfaction directed at Draco as he holds his little arms out and spins in place, green eyes shining with excitement, jet black hair in a horrid, hopeless pile on his head.

"I dressed myself," he says proudly and Draco can only produce croaked sounds of horror for the next several seconds.

"What did you do?" he wheezes, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of his son's ludicrous, neon purple, and vomit green robes, "How did you change them? Harry!" he screeches, turning around and flinging a handful of socks at Harry's head. "Did you leave your wand lying around again?"

"What." Harry emerges from under the socks, spluttering as he takes in Scorpius' robes and snorting with laughter. "How'd you manage that?" he giggles, standing up and walking over.

"Is this really funny to you?" Draco asks in a low, minatory growl. "We paid nine hundred galleons for those robes. They were black and silver. Change them back!" he yells. Harry winces, hurrying forward and, after a brief scuffle, extricates his wand out of Scorpius' sleeve.

Outside, Lily's crying grows deafening and Draco abandons the rest of his socks before heading to the nursery. Lily is lying facedown on the plushy, yellow carpet, sprawled out much like her other father was a few minutes ago, and is sobbing loudly, blond curls in a loose mess around her head. She has on a diaper, one frilly pink sock, and not much else and her small body heaves with each guttural sob.

"What is it, Lily?" Draco asks softly, walking over and picking her up. She screeches hysterically at once, kicking at Draco's chest and pounding her tiny fists into his throat as he walks over to the polished rocking chair by the window, Summoning the bottle of warm milk from the dresser as he sits down. "You're hungry," he tells her pointedly, stuffing the rubber nipple into her mouth and watching as she instantly begins sucking ravenously. "You wouldn't be so miserable if you'd just eaten your breakfast."

Eventually, Lily's hiccups die down, her red little face softening as Draco wipes it carefully and tickles her belly, grinning as she squirms happily, green eyes just like Harry's and Scorpius' crinkling warmly. Harry walks in after a few minutes, his t-shirt still bearing signs of Lily's breakfast, and looks oddly guilty at the sight of Draco sitting there holding the bottle to Lily's mouth.

"Crisis averted," he announces with a little grimace. "Ron just picked Scorp up – I fixed his robes by the way." Draco just rolls his eyes with a reluctant huff of laughter. "Sorry," Harry murmurs softly, picking up the tub of toys that's been upended – likely by their raging daughter – and collecting its contents with a wave of his wand. "I know you were supposed to start getting ready forty minutes ago. I could take her if she's calmed down a bit?"

"She's two, it'll be a few years before she calms down," Draco replies blandly, setting aside the empty bottle and picking her up to hand over. "Let's just get her dressed. Mother can do her hair when we get there. We have just enough time to get our robes on and get going, Merlin."

"Somehow, I feel like nobody really expects us to be on time," Harry grunts, grabbing Lily as she immediately tries to wriggle out of his arms with a giggle. "We haven't slept in six years; I think we've earned the right to be tardy once in a while." He wrestles Lily's other sock and both shoes on as Draco deftly slides her delicate, floaty white and pink robes over her head.

"I don't think they're wrong in expecting the grooms to be on time for their own wedding, Potter," Draco sighs, managing to smooth her robes down once before she struggles free and sets off at an unsteady scamper out the room. "We should not have got her white robes," he mutters, staring after her. "Fifty galleons says she's going to get cake on it – even before we've cut it."

"That's not a fair deal," Harry laughs, suddenly grabbing him by the arm and dragging him closer. "We both know she's going to face-plant into that cake the moment she sees it."

"Is this what you had in mind when you asked me to marry you?" Draco asks snidely, scratching some dried oatmeal off Harry's faded t-shirt. "This complete clusterfuck of a day?"

"I didn't think this far," he replies seriously, eyes twinkling. "I actually thought you'd say no," he murmurs, brushing his lips down Draco's cheek and nipping at his earlobe.

"Damn it," Draco breathes, pushing his hands into Harry's knotted mane, finding more oatmeal there, "I knew I should've refused."

"Too late," Harry says brightly, kissing him with a loud smack. "Chop chop, Malfoy; time to get hitched."

Draco scowls. "Why am I suffering through this again?"

"Because you love me," Harry answers at once.

"Do I?" Draco smirks wickedly, "Are you completely sure about that?"

"You bet your perfect, Veela arse, I'm sure," he growls, immediately grabbing said arse.

Draco shakes his head, his reluctant grin getting wider by the second. "Try not to do that at the altar, please?" he requests politely.

"I make no such promise," Harry says stubbornly.

"Actually, there's a whole bunch of promises we're going to have to make today," Draco says dryly.

Harry's bright grin turns, if possible, even warmer as he stares at Draco. "Those I'll gladly keep."

~end~