The next few days at the Weasleys house were shaky. Draco wasn't talking to Harry, as the man almost made him loose his son. Harry was angry that Draco wasn't speaking to him, and Teddy was in the middle of everything.

Draco was playing dolls with teddy, grimacing as Harry walked into the room. He ignored him and continued playing.

"Daddy, look!" Teddy giggled, holding up his Barbie, who's hair he braided.

"Very nice baby," he cooed. Teddy giggled happily and got up, waddling out of the room.

"When are you going to forgive me?" Harry asked. Draco ignored him. "Come on! Why are you so mad at me?!"

"You destroyed his papers, Harry! If it wasn't for the minister being a homophobic wind-bag, he'd be in an orphanage right now!" Draco cried. "He was my only family left!"

"What about me?" Harry yelled. "I'm your boyfriend!"

"I'm talking about actual family! My parents are dead, my aunt is dead, everyone else is crazy! Teddy was my last chance to have a family!" He cried.

Harry looked at the broken man in front of him. His hair was a mess, his clothes were ruffled, and he had tears streaming down his face. His eyes were red and puffy.

Harry knelt down in front of him, pulling him close to his chest and letting him cry. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Draco only continued to cry, thinking about how he could have lost him. He was muttering it over and over, making Harry kiss his cheek. "Shh, it's okay, he's right here," he whispered to him. "He's only in the kitchen with Molly,"

Draco sniffled and nodded, curling up to him silently. He heard Harry say another "I'm sorry,", but he didn't respond. He didn't know why, he just didn't have the energy to speak.

"Everything's okay," Harry's reassuring voice whispered to him.