Sunday morning found Draco sitting in the hotel at his table nibbling on a bagel while sipping on some fresh brewed coffee one of his guards got from a café down the block. The hotels idea of coffee was more like liquefied dragon dung.

He decided that yesterday wasn't a complete disaster, just before there was a loud bang from his door then a newspaper was slammed in front of him.

He looked up at his manager, Serafina's angered face. She was a squib, but she was still damn terrifying when she was upset. Draco decided to not look directly at her. Instead he glanced at the paper letting his stomach flop a few times before looking at her with a blank expression.

"Yes?" He asked as neutrally as possible.

"What's all this about?"

"I don't know what you're on about." He rolled his eyes and continued eating his breakfast.

"You're all happy family with the saviour now? Look, the wizarding world is fine with this stuff and I couldn't give damn what you do in your personal life, but this affects your job. That in turn affects my job. You aren't just a wizard performer. Muggles have a problem with stuff like this!"

Voted by Witch Weekly for his fifth year and counting as the Sexiest Wizard Alive, DL Black (see Draco Malfoy: The Other Side by Rita Skeeter), was seen out and about muggle London with none other than our resident saviour, Harry Potter and company.

Just beneath the article was a picture of Harry and Draco having a good laugh while they sat on a bench at the park near Harry's house. They had sat on the wizarding side just for a moment, watching Teddy and James play a safer version of a seekers game.

"We were just catching up," he shrugged and moved the paper out of his way. Harry's baby daddy news had surprisingly not been common knowledge. "Not to mention muggles don't read the Daily Prophet."

"No," she agreed, "But they do have other ways of getting information and news, you know."

This time she handed him her ipad with a list of articles pulled up. Each got progressively more bold in their assumptions. The first few were showing Harry and himself smiling at each other and laughing. There were even a few pictures of him playing with James and Teddy, the latter having kept his hair that violent shade of Malfoy blonde. The hardest to look at was one of himself watching the kids while Harry was staring at him like he had hung the bloody stars. The titles ranged from DL Black finds Love Again? to The Secret Family of DL Black.

Each picture of him and Harry or him with the kids had been placed beside an upset picture of his press-only glamoured girlfriend, Pansy, who was more than happy to play the role.

It was barely a second before he had a wand call. Serafina rolled her eyes, but motioned him to go talk on the balcony. He answered with a soft chuckle knowing that it could only be Pansy.

"I've been told I should be heartbroken twice and someone gave me a rose and told me they were sorry. What've you done?"

"I went out with Potter and company, hear the papers tell it."

"Well did you go out with Potter and company?" she sounded as though she were idly picking at her nails.

"Yes, actually. I did. We only went to the park for Salazar's sake."

"The press has a way of reading into anything you do. You should know that by now, sweetie."

"It's just Potter!"

"Yes, I think that's the point." She got quiet for a moment before turning the conversation in a different direction not knowing it was in fact a bit worse. "Isn't his little boy adorable? Blaise and I ran into him a couple of months ago when we went shopping in this nice muggle neighborhood."

"Yeah," Draco said quietly. "Adorable."

"We asked who the mother was and do you know what Potter said? He said he carried him! I mean I knew Potter was powerful, but that was still unexpected. Then I asked who the other father was and he started blushing and muttered something about having to get going. I swear he has no-"

"He's mine," said Draco quickly and just as quietly as before, because Potter had told his own friends and he had to tell someone. Pansy heard him this time.

"Excuse me?" said Pansy in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

"Potter's son, James- James Lucius. He's mine, Pansy." He felt himself cry. Tears he didn't even know he had anymore. They shook him as a sob tore itself from his throat. "I didn't know, Pans. I was so busy trying to be famous that I- I just left him and- he had to go through it all by himself- Pansy, I didn't even know!"

Draco sat on the balcony in a crumpled heap with his forehead pressed against the glass pane of the railing. His wand disconnected and long forgotten next to him as he pulled at his hair in an attempt to ground himself and stop all that bloody crying.

Not even five minutes later there was a knock on the door. When Serafina opened it there was a heavily breathing Pansy and an annoyed only partially covered Blaise.

"You have an hour. He has a show tonight," said Serafina strictly as she left the room, her heels clacking loudly in the otherwise empty hallway. Once she was gone Blaise whistled appreciatively.

"I love a woman that knows what she wants."

"That's not what we're here for, Zabini," said Pansy walking towards the balcony and helping Draco up.

"I have no idea what we're here for. You kidnapped me from my bath and just stopped here," he said moving over to Draco's luggage. They were around the same sizes and he really needed to put on more than a towel.

"Draco's in shock. We're here to help him."

"Why?" asked Blaise, now fully dressed and fixing the cufflinks on the form fitting button up he wore.

"Because we're his friends?" snapped Pansy starting to get annoyed.

"That's never pushed you into helping him before. So what is actually going on here?" Blaise's voice sounded angry, but he had still moved to help her get Draco into a sitting position on the bed, but he backed away once the job was done and no one said anything. "He's not dead. No one is trying to hex him. And as far as I can tell he's sober. What the fuck is going on!?"

"You remember when we saw that kid with Potter?" Pansy asked slowly.

Blaise glanced between her and Draco confused but the blonde never looked up from the random spot in the floor he had been staring at.

"Yeah, cute kid."

"You remember how Potter didn't want to tell us who the other father was?"

"Yes, Pansy I remember the damn conver- oh. Oh!" The darker man turned to his blonde friend. "Never pegged you for the type to hit and run, Malfoy."

Draco looked sullenly up at Blaise. He looked so broken thst the smirk fell from the italian man face.

"I- I didn't know, Blaise."

"Oh, Dray," said the man, leaning in and running relaxing fingers through the pale man's hair at the same time that Pansy gripped him into a tight hug.

"The worst part is now he has a muggle girlfriend and they're so bloody happy together and it makes me sick. It's like they're this perfect little happy family. It's supposed to be my happy little family. I mean, I'm glad he's so happy, I am, he deserves it. I just thought- Merlin, I don't know what I thought anymore."

They sat on the bed with him until he decided he felt at least bit better and he needed to get ready for his show. He wiped his face and stood up, stretching.

"A pureblood's work is never done, you know."

"Pureblood work my arse," muttered Blaise. "We know you have a show and we aren't leaving you. Come, Pansy, let's help him get ready."

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omg, boy did this get sad again

i did tag this story as angst with happy ending so *shrugs*

no ones died...
yet

yeah, i know he's known for a while
but i thought maybe it just really hit him with everything thats going on and stuff

yeeeeeee

hope you all enjoyed
love you, my lil futher muckers

-- angel janeé xoxo 💋