heal what has been hurt

Dinner was strange to say the least. Draco spent the whole time trying his best to act like a grownup who was just here to have dinner with a new found friend and his partner and to make a fuss over little Teddy who he’d become quite fond of by this point. Whereas Harry spent the whole time watching said grownup-ness like a hawk and tapping his fingers against any and every surface in a thinly veiled anxious tick. Remus was watching this all unfold and just waiting for the shit to hit the fan and Sirius was trying really really hard to pretend it was a totally normal situation whilst keeping a close eye on the butter knife they were using to slice up a cake that Draco bought with him from a bakery near the hospital.
“So Draco, how about that explosive dragon pox case, eh?” Sirius tried to direct the conversation to neutral ground.
“I’m still not convinced the patient wasn’t cursed in some way to make that infection far worse, there's no way the virus alone could have produced such results.” said Draco in that typical cynical tone of his.
“Know much about cursing people, Malfoy?” Harry commented, somewhat pettily.
“Not as much as you clearly, Potter.” Draco sent him a scathing look and Harry had the decency to look ashamed for having forgotten the secumsentra incident of 5th year.
Sirius had clearly not heard this story and tried a new course: common ground.
“Oh yes, you two were in duelling club together weren't you?” That was clearly the wrong thing to say as Harry seemed to become even more enraged at that memory, whilst Draco continued to become even more aloof, raising his chin in that oh so superior way.
“Yeah he was a right prick then too, he summoned a bloody serpent to attack me!”
“You were never in any actual danger you twit, you speak parselmouth for one and that was Abigail, my pet boa.” Draco corrected with an eye roll as if this was all very much beneath him.
“And I also seem to remember getting my head cracked on a wall when you flung me across the room with your signature spell” He added, just to be a dick.
“I was twelve!” harry protested
“So was i!” Draco reminded him harshly with a raised eyebrow.
“Alright that's enough, lets just sit down and eat, okay?” Said Sirius shooting a stern look towards Harry before gesturing towards the table.
The moment passed and the tension dissipated and with a bit of a huff Harry pulled up a chair and took a seat.
It was awkward. Of course it was. Harry sat stiffly at the worn, paint splattered kitchen table and wished he could scream. Where as Draco, the bastard, had the audacity to look completly at ease. He raised an eyebrow at Harry
“I hear you’re teaching now?”
Harry had seen many impossible things in his life, from magic swords to flubber worms but Draco Malfoy trying to make small talk was beyond even him so he just stared blankly until his autopilot kicked in and his politeness won out.
“ Yes, Defense at hogwarts. The kids all think I’m some kind of merlin class hero but apparently even that's not enough to make them turn their essays in on time” he laughed stiltedly and felt like melting into the floor. He didn't know what atrocities he committed in a past life but he was fully ready to repent to get out of whatever hell he'd landed himself in.
“I suppose it makes sense, you always believed so much that children were the future” Draco responded, pretending very much that this was a casual conversation between pleasant acquaintances and not beyond uncomfortable.
Harry turned with somewhat pleading eyes to his godfathers who were watching the interaction half wary half bemused,
“What about you then, never pegged you for the healing sort?” harry responded somewhat pointedly
“You clearly weren’t paying enough attention,” Draco sniffed
“If you recall i was rather good at potions and charms, which are two of the key factors in healing”
Harry honestly had no response to that and instead turned his attention towards Sirius who was setting the table
“How are you finding the healing course padfoot? Seems like alot of hard graft and long hours?”
The aforementioned padfoot looked thoroughly surprised to be called on but was always happy to talk to his godson so responded
“Honestly, it is, but I’m absolutely loving it. Draco makes it easier mind you, you'd be surprised how much obscure magic can develop in 12 years”
Harry sat for a second processing that. Draco? Making things easier? Helping? It just didn’t make sense, he couldn't picture his godfather, strong, competent and talented going to Malfoy for advice. To his surprise, Draco agreed.
“Really Sirius, you’d be just fine without me, I’ve never seen anyone pick up such complex spells as fast as yourself.”
Now he was beyond lost, Draco was being /kind/ of all things and Sirius was rolling his eyes as if they’d had this self deprecating but polite argument a thousand times.
“Well don’t be too nice to me, as your uncle i take credit for every good part of you” Sirius now teased Malfoy and Harry could do nothing but observe the interaction bewilderedly, as Draco shook his head and said,
“I hardly think all my charms come from the Black family, us Malfoys are quite accomplished I’ll have you know”
Sirius snorted in that way that meant he found something truly amusing
“Keep telling yourself that kid, the best political move your dad ever made was marrying our sissy”
Harry tried (and failed) to shoot Remus a look but the man was thoroughly involved in making sure the servings of each plate were exactly equal so instead he looked at Teddy sitting nearby with his legos and made a face which at least got him a giggle.
Needless to say he was more than relieved when Moony set down the plates full of amazing smelling beef stew.
Draco said a polite thank you and Sirius kissed his partner on the cheek after receiving their plates but Harry was still on edge, staring daggers into Draco and daring him to put a foot wrong.
“Professor, you’ve really outdone yourself, this must’ve taken an age!” said Draco in that stupid posh voice of his.
“Oh well, that's the joy of a slow cooker, not much too it except chucking it all in and waiting” Moony shrugged but looked to the side as he tended to do when he was secretly pleased about something.
Dinner continued much the same, Draco being polite and jovial with his uncles whilst Harry sat and seethered and watched everything quietly whilst triying to goad Malfoy into some kind of retort or argument but the other man was having none of it and seemingly overlooked every snide comment which made Harry even more angry.
After dinner Draco politely refused any after dinner coffee or nightcaps and bowed out as soon as he could without seeming rude. Unfortunately for Harry, who tried to follow suit, his godfathers weren’t nearly as willing to overlook his behaviour.
“Fucking hell Harry, he was a guest. You can’t just go round being a prick for no reason” Sirius said putting on his best stern parent voice.
“It’s not for no reason! He’s a prejudiced twat!” Harry all but pouted
“Really? The man who has taken the healing vow to heal anyone regardless of personal views, who just sat down for dinner with two half bloods, one of whom is a werewolf, and a blood traitor is the prejudiced one? Not the kid who can’t see past his family and bloodline long enough to see what kind of person he’s grown up into? I’m not sure if you noticed Harry, being a teacher and all, all teenage boys are kind of bastards, some of them just have the good sense to grow out of it.” Sirius immediately shot at him, with a surprising amount of anger which shut Harry up pretty effectively.
“Look I understand you’re apprehensive” said a very sage Moony who had been quietly watching the evening unfold, and had been expecting this argument from the get go “but i think it’s fair to say none of us are the same as we were when we were teenagers and if Draco is trying to do good and change minds then I see no problem with him.”
“I absolutely cannot believe you're taking Malfoy's side in this.” Harry said to the both of them with a huff before marching over to the fireplace and flooing away without saying goodbye. Teddy looked up at his fathers and back to the fireplace trying to locate his godfather and started to fuss when he was nowhere to be seen. Sirius sank into a chair with a world weary sigh and looked at his partner who was soothing their son whose hair had gone a dark green with distress. “kids , eh?” he smiled wearily.
Remus chuckled knowingly and flopped next to him laying Teddy on his chest.
“More effort than their worth I think.” He said putting an arm around his partner's shoulders and smiled to himself as Padfoot settled into the crook of his arm, laying his head on his shoulder and putting an arm over the top of him and Teddy.
“But then who will look after us when we’re old and completely lose the plot?” Said a now thoroughly comfortable Sirius who was wiggling, trying to get even closer somehow.
“We already got old and lost the plot, cariad, and I think we’re doing pretty good all on our lonesome.” his husband replied, only half joking and placing a kiss to the mop of sleek black hair on his shoulder.
“You don’t think I’m being a twit about this do you? I really don’t think I can handle Prongslet being pissed off with me.” Sirius admitted quietly.
“Oh don’t be silly, love.” Moony said with a reassuring squeeze. “You Harry is just the same as his dad, he’ll be sorry in the morning and we can be a bit calmer about all this.”
“You think so?” Sirius asked, playing with Teddy’s now calm chestnut hair.
“I know so, dear.” his Moony replied “Plus he didn’t even grab his wand on the way out” which earned him a snort from a still still anxious Padfoot,
“Now, let's get all three of us to bed. It's been a long evening and i know you’ll be hellish tomorrow on an early start without your beauty sleep” He teased.
“Not that i need it” Padfoot responded with a dramatic flick of his hair but standing up and offering a hand to his husband to do the same.
“Of Course not, Cariad” Remus assured with a sweet kiss, keeping their hands intertwined and leading him up the stairs.