Chapter 15
Harry doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of waking up besides Draco. Draco clings to him, breathing softly, yet somehow still manages to look angelic. Removing himself from the tangle of blankets and Draco is difficult but he wants to make breakfast.
Glancing around the kitchen finding the cupboards just as bare as usual he sighs, it’s probably wiser to go to the Great Hall, he really should stop bothering the house elves with silly requests for ingredients but they never seem to mind all that much.
He calls the house elves and asks for bacon and ingredients for pancakes, you can never go wrong with pancakes. The house elves oblige and he thanks them before starting, even putting the coffee machine on before he starts.
He used to hate cooking bacon. The popping oil and the all-consuming smell always irritated him, especially when he never got to eat any of it himself, just piling it onto Dudley's plate and eating the leftovers from the night before, but at least he could protect himself from the smell, popping oil, and Dudley in one fell swoop by simply being a wizard.
He realizes as he plates the meal he didn’t ask the house elves for any syrup. It was too late now, they were likely working on breakfast for the whole school. Harry sighs and cuts a pad of butter for each of them placing it on top of the pancakes. For being stuck with minimal ingredients he didn’t do half bad. He pours the coffee and walks back into the bedroom to wake Draco up.
When he walks in Dracos already up and half-dressed, he had pulled on more casual slacks and is digging through the drawers looking for a top.
“Good morning,” Harry leans on the door frame and looks in.
Draco jumps and shrieks before sending him a glare, “Merlin's balls Harry you scared the shit out of me,”
“A pleasure I assure you,” Harry grins, “I made breakfast,”
“Oh lovely, let me just find a shirt,” As Draco finally finds a shirt (Harry is thrilled to note it is his own, a band tee, that was a little long on Harry but only hung loosely off of Draco's shoulders) Harry’s laptop played the sound of someone skyping him.
He expected it to be Hermione or Ron, calling to ask how his first week had gone, but instead, it was an unknown caller. He answers it and he’s surprised to see a panicked-looking Dudley.
“Erm, Hello Harry.”
“The actual fu-” Dudley doesn’t let him finish.
“You see I’ve just had a child, a beautiful baby girl, and by just I mean about four years ago, and I believe she’s one of your sort,” Dudley pans the camera around to a child literally bouncing off the walls, “See I love her dearly I’m just not entirely sure what to do with her at the moment, Olivia, sorry my wife, is much less calm.”
Harry wants to laugh, “What’s her name?”
“Esme,” The child, who has by now made her way to the ceiling smiles a toothy grin.
Draco walks behind Harry and squints at the screen of his laptop, “Harry there is a man trapped in your computer.”
Dudley looks baffled and this time Harry does laugh, “Draco this is my cousin, Dudley this is Draco,”
“Why is your cousin trapped in your computer?” Draco asks furrowing his eyebrows in an undeniably adorable way.
“Skype.” Draco throws his hands up and walks into the kitchen, Harry turns his attention back to his cousin, “Let me get dressed and eat breakfast, then we can talk.”
Dudley shakes his head, “Can you please tell me how to get the child off the ceiling first.”
“Pick her up?” Harry asks, “I teach eleven through seventeen-year-olds, not two-year-olds.”
“She’s on the ceiling,” Dudley deadpans
“Use a ladder,” Harry says, mimicking Dudley, “Let me eat and get dressed.”
Dudley throws his hands up and starts climbing on a chair and coaxing the child off the ceiling.
When Harry arrives in the living room, Draco is already sipping his coffee.
“I have a niece apparently.” Harry flops into a chair, “She’s a wizard.”
Draco slides a cup of coffee over to him and Harry waves the stasis charms off their meals.
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After the two of them finish their meals Harry sends Draco to go talk with his cousin while Harry get’s dressed. Some nonsense about him having more experience with accidental magic. Like he wasn’t about to forget everything he has ever known about muggles.
“Hello,” Draco says, wincing at the strength of his posh accent.
Dudley stumbles a little bit and almost falls off the chair. Lucky for him his daughter decided he didn’t need to hit the ground, and stabilizes the chair beneath him.
“Oh please say you know how to get her down, Olivia thinks she's going to fall and hurt herself, I’ve seen Harry get himself into enough odd situations that I don’t think it’s likely but-”
Draco cuts off the ranting father, “Just ask her to come down or get her mother to ask if you think she likes her more,”
Dudley calls a thin red-headed woman with an American accent into frame, who coos at her child and asks her frantically to come down, the young witch seems to hesitate for a moment before floating into her mother's arms.
“Oh thank god,” The woman mutters, “Thank you,”
“Of course,” Draco responds as Harry walks back into the room, shirtless.
Draco goes red, as per usual when faced with Harry's muscular torso, but Harry only grins, “Have you seen my Dementors Delight tee?”
“I think its actually in my drawer, the bottom left one,” Draco says after a moment.
Harry nods and exits the room for a moment more before coming back in, this time with a shirt on.
“I was just thinking about you Dudley, speak of the devil,” Harry grins sarcastically.
“Harry, I’m really sorry, I obviously don’t follow any of that prejudiced bullshit mum and dad were always spewing,” Dudley goes to apologize but his wife intervenes.
“Your parents seemed like nice folk, Dudley?” Olivia says with a frown.
“They aren’t too fond of the magical people.” Dudley chuckles uncomfortably.
Harry scoffs, “That's putting it lightly,”
Draco wonders what Harry means by that before flashing back to the eight-year-old dream Harry. Then Draco remembers the barely noticeable scars that cover Harrys hands.
“Harry I was wondering if you and Draco would come down and teach us some about the magical world, I just want to make sure Esme grows up well.
The harsh expression that has been on Harry's face since he picked up the call faltered a little.
Harry sighs,”As long as Draco doesn’t mind we can swing by later,”
Draco gives an awkward thumbs up and Dudley shoots him a grateful look.
“Thank you really,”
After Dudley promises to send him the address, the cousins say their goodbyes and Harry slumps into his chair, “This is going to be tough.”