After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 23

—Harry POV—

Dear Harry,

I shut my eyes tight to avoid the written contents of the parchment. I thought I could read this but I can't. I already know what it's going to be about:

1) my constant ignoring them
2) the fact that Ginny and Teddy are there
3) the reason why Ginny and Teddy are there

I just don't want to read that right now. I folded the letter up and put it back in it's envelope before opening my eyes again. I never realized Draco was squeezing my arm gently, telling me to calm down.

A sudden chill went through me and I found myself wriggling around to get rid of it, accidentally shoving him away.

"Sorry I just." I shook myself again. "I got a chill, I guess."

"That's fine. Just go ahead and breathe."

"y-yeah. Let's get your island dinner started. Let's..." I lost my train of thought and zoned out for half a second before snapping back into reality. "Where's the recipe?" I asked, not making eye contact.

Draco give me a wary look.
"It's right here." He said, not taking his eyes off me and sliding a page towards me. "I'm gonna get Scorpius. He enjoys cooking."

I looked into his eyes, my eyebrows knitted together. I took a breath. "Okay. Yes. That's a good idea. I'm going to start cutting the onions." I said, feeling slightly better. He lingered there. As if trying to read what was happening in my mind.

"You're sure you're alright?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah it's nothing. Let's get started on the food." I told him. He turned around to leave the kitchen, calling Scorpius's name.

Just as I was about to begin the chopping process I saw a tiny figure zoom past me to the sink. Scorpius, with a wide smile on his face, reached under the sink to get out a step-stool, and then stood on it, beginning to wash his hands. I smiled at his childlike enthusiasm, I looked to my other side to see Draco with the same smile. The smile of a proud father.

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"Okay, so I just got off the phone with her. She says we are supposed to leave the bay leaves and the whole green pepper in the beans until we begin serving, and that we don't eat them." Said Draco, coming back to the aromatic pot of beans Scorpius and I were staring at.

"This really is quite the interesting dish."

"I know, right? But it'll taste good!" He said confidently before muttering under his breath "If I don't fuck it up."

Scorpius gasped loudly and dramatically. "You said a bad word!!!" He exclaimed, pointing at his dad. I could only look at him with a shit-eating grin and a hand on my hip.

"Draco, you better apologize to your son."

"Oh please he's heard me curse before." At this I gasped playfully.

"How dare you?" He stared me down with this face saying he was irritated but utterly amused at the same time.

After about two more minutes of us putting together this impossible puzzle of cooking nothing like I'd ever seen in my life, the doorbell rung, to everybody's surprise.

Draco, with a curious look on his face, said "I'll get it." before disappearing towards the front door. I heard a distant "Hello M-" followed by the loud voice of seemingly an old woman, cutting him off with "Move. I smell something wrong."

A short, skinny, dark tan woman around 50 years old with thick plastic glasses attached to a chain around the back of her neck and thinning dark drown hair in a loose bun came into the kitchen and made a beeline towards me and the pot of beans. Making me tense up and lean backwards into the countertop behind me, as I was now slightly cornered, before I slid out of her way.