Bizzy Bee's
If Harry Potter had ever loved anyone, it would always be Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not at the start, not in first year and not in sixth year. When was it, when they started talking? Oh, right. When Draco's wife, Astoria had died, and Harry's wife, Ginny had left him. A help group, you say? Well, no. The truth was, that Harry had two kids and Draco had one. Both men had jobs at the Ministry of Magic, both could only find one playgroup. Bizzy Bee's. They had both rocked up, rushed and needing to drop off their kids. Though, of course, it wasn't as simple as that. James was too big, Albus didn't want to play with anyone except his older brother, and (Harry guessed, at the time) Scorpius had been too socially awkward. They ran into eachother, surnames were traded like venom soaked apologises. It made Harry feel old, when had they stopped being so young? When had 'Potter' come out dried, wrung, and lost of all meaning? Especially from Draco's lips. Oh g