As soon as Draco had the printed emailed art piece of the painting back in his office, he was elated. He practically skipped around the room, taking measurements, playing with lighting, trying to find the best place to hang it. He spent a lot of money on the nicest frame that he could buy. He decided to hang it up on the wall right across from his desk, in between two windows.

Draco was grinning like a mad man at how the boring beige walls of his office seemed to be so much brighter due to the addition of one painting. He had hoped it would make the room less lonely, and it succeeded.

In his excited state, he snapped a picture of the painting in its new home and emailed a picture back to HP.

"Check your email!

I'd pay you for the original of course, I would be honored to own it. You are correct. Your artwork is the sole thing hanging on the walls of my office.

Meeting in the future sounds nice, but let's talk some more first, yeah? You'll soon realize I'm much more interesting on paper than anything else.

I hope your good news follows through! Wishing you the best,

DM"

The rest of Draco's day flew by in a blur, and he was more than ready to have some dinner with his mother.

Narcissa immediately noticed the change in Draco's demeanor. She slowly got him to open up without him even realizing. This wasn't a Malfoy trait, this was Black through and through.

"So it's a boy then?"

"Mother please, it's not a boy. It could be a friend. We don't talk very often, but that's not the point! It's the artwork I'm talking about. Look at this!"

"You hung that in your office", she deadpanned.

"I did", he admitted.

"I like whatever influence this man is having on you then. What's his name?"

"I don't know", Draco admitted. "I call him HP, that's how he signs his paintings. He calls me DM."

"We should have him over for dinner sometime."

"Mother please, I've never even met the man. Maybe someday. Maybe not. The point is, his constant stream of artwork bothered me in the beginning, but now I'm finding it to be quite pleasant."

"Do you know what else would be pleasant?"

"What?"

"The day you pick up a paint brush again."

"Mother-"

"Draco. You loved art, and I know you still do. Tell me you weren't bothered at first because someone was creating art while you felt forced to stop."

"But the business-"

"Is a 9 to 5 job for a reason."

"Okay then Father-"

"Doesn't have to know. You do have your own apartment Draco dear. Why, we're sitting in it right now."

"Father would know. He always knows."

"Then find some place where you can do art. Rent a studio. He doesn't have to know about that. Convert one of the summer homes into an art gallery. I want to see you this happy always."

"I'll consider it."

"That's all I ask Draco. Tea?"

Harry however, was being questioned a lot less tactfully. This was one Black trait that Sirius had lost and never regained.

"Honestly Sirius, relax. Let Harry speak."

"Thank you Moony. It is not a boy Padfoot! Well, kind of, but not in the way you think. I suppose he's nice and all, there was also another boy who bought me my hot chocolate today but- I'm getting off topic!"

Sirius snickered, and Remus elbowed him goodnaturedly.

"This is why I'm our son's favorite Pads."

"Harry! That hurts you know. I was made your godfather, I brought you into my home, and you choose my own husband over me!"

"You're so dramatic Padfoot, truly. I love you both equally."

"The story, Harry?"

"Basically, my fax machine is all covered in paint, and I guess while trying to put in the number for here, I mistyped. I ended up sending my artwork to someone's office fax machine though", Harry ended with a laugh.

"So this is bloke number one. Who's number two?", Sirius inquired.

"I was in a good mood when I went to the cafe, and someone was kind enough to pay for my order. It was nice."

"Wow, two men vying for your affection. That's my boy", Sirius cheered.

"Oh lay off him Sirius, these are just two random people."

"Why did fax machine bloke put you in a good mood?"

"Well, after the initial blowup he asked if he could hang my latest piece up in his office. It made me feel really good that a stranger liked my work so much. And, this is the first thing he hung up in his office! Look, he sent me a picture."

"Oh Harry, this is absolutely stunning."

"Thank you Moony."

"The colors are so well chosen, Harry. I don't even know what to say."

"Something like this would look wonderful in the dining room."

"I already know what I want to do next. I think it'll look perfect in the dining room."

"Speaking of dining room, let's eat dinner now yeah?", Remus asked.