Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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Without Draco or Val around, Harry was working harder.

He still hadn't completely re-learned how to control his magic again since Draco had left the last time, but that's what friends were for...even if Hermione was tired of directing him through the same spell motions over and over. He was going to prove to Draco that he didn't just need him to keep his magic stable, he just wanted to be around him because he loved him and the first step was stabilizing his own magic.

"Harry, focus!" shouts Hermione as he tries and fails to light a series of candles.

"Yeah!" agrees Hermione and Ron's toddler, Rose, pointing at Harry and making the C sound much more like a T. "Fo'tus!"

Harry smiles at Rose and tries again, but fails. Hermione had him doing movie style magic control and he was budging it up worse than he'd ever seen happen in a film. All three candles melted and she put them in the pile with the others before setting up three more.

"Just light the two on the outside," she tells him for the twentieth time, as if he had forgotten.

"I know what to do, 'Mione," he says peeking up at her from the floor. "I just can't seem to get it to work, is all."

"I'm just trying to help," she says softly and he nods at her.

"Thanks for that," he agrees, "but it isn't that easy to control my magic anymore. Let's take a break, yeah?"

"Have you talked to Healer Grant?" his friend asks before he picks up Rose and ignores Hermione completely.

"Hello, lovely," said Harry with a grin and a kiss to her cheek. She breaks into giggles when he starts blowing raspberries against the same cheek.

"N~o!" she screams happily. "Unca' Harry, focus!"

"Harry," Hermione said patiently before sitting in the armchair next to the fireplace and looking expectantly at him. "You can't just avoid conversations you don't want to have."

"Why not? That's what Malfoy does."

"Harry," she said in that chastising yet motherly tone.

"No, I haven't talked to Healer Grant. He knows my magic is...wild. Occasionally. I may have- er- made his bookcase..." the ravenette made a fist with his hand before popping it back open to mimic an explosion.

"Oh, no."

"Yeah..." he placed another kiss on Rose's cheek before sitting her down and heading towards the kitchen. "I didn't do it on purpose!"

Before Hermione could start her argument about how the fact that he didn't mean to, especially at his age, was the entire problem, there was a knock on the door. She narrowed her eyes at him as if he had done it and he wasn't quite sure how she thought he could have managed that, but then she opened the door and Draco Malfoy was inviting himself into the room in dress clothes- honest to Merlin, proper dress robes!- and they both gaped at him.

"Perfect," he said dryly. "That was the exact reaction I was hoping for. Silence."

When neither of the brown-skinned wizards in the room made any moves or noises except for Rose, who was pulling at her mother's pants leg excitedly (the way she did everything), Draco rolled his eyes exasperated.

"Er- nice- uh...robes, Malfoy," Harry finally sputtered out.

"Eloquent as usual, Potter, thank you. Now, why aren't you dressed?"

"Uh- are we going somewhere?" he said not sure whether to be excited or terrified.

"Fucks sake- I sent you-" Draco dug into his robe pocket annoyed to fish out his cell phone before shoving it into Harry's face with a series of messages sent to him.