Harry returned home and couldn't find Draco anywhere. He had already searched the whole house and was starting to worry. Draco didn't usually leave without leaving him a message. Harry was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening together as Grandma Molly was looking after Scorpius.
"Draco! Draco, are you home?" he called impatiently.
After a while, he saw his husband's sleepy face in a place where he really wouldn't have looked for him. Draco peeked out of Scorpius's playhouse that Grandpa Arthur had built for him.
"Draco? What are you doing there, Merlin's beard?"
"I wanted to clean up there a little bit, I suspected Scorp was hiding sweets there. I ended up finding a lot of candy wrappers there, but somehow managed to fall asleep. It is such a pleasant nook."
Harry laughed.
"Maybe we should also get a nice nook just for the two of us," he suggested. "Some place where Scorpius won't find us."
"Forget it, you can't create a nook where our son can't find us, with any magic," Draco said.
"Um, I'll just have to settle for our beautiful four-poster bed then," Harry winked at Draco. "Not that you'll fall asleep again."
