A week after her son's birth, Hermione realised she was finding post-partum a lot easier than she'd anticipated. She'd expected some level of "baby blues", or for it to be difficult to give the baby a way after all, but it had all been amazingly easy.

Ron hadn't left her side since the birth; he'd even taken to sleeping in her bed at night "to make sure you're alright", something which made Hermione's cheeks heat up when she thought about it, in a way they wouldn't if it was a friend like Harry, say, or Lavender.

And Draco and Harry seemed to have taken well to fatherhood, as far as she could see. This was a serious relief for Hermione: it had been a terrifying concern of hers that they wouldn't want him once he was born, and would give him back to her. Thankfully, they seemed utterly besotted with him, and she suspected wild horses couldn't take him away from them.

Hermione didn't tend to see much of them, preferring to keep her distance as a rule, but occasionally she'd popped into the Slytherin dorms to visit them, and seen Casper then. She had noticed that, while the baby did have an air of Krum about him in his eyes (as much as a baby could look like anyone), his colouring also matched Harry's, so it was easy to overlook his biological parentage.

All in all, though, Hermione kept herself busy, which certainly helped her to feel better. She had plenty of work to catch up on over Easter, much to Ron's irritation ("You did work all day yesterday," he grumbled. "Can't we go to Hogsmeade?").

Sometimes he did manage to tempt her out for a hot chocolate at the Three Broomsticks or for a wander round to see the Spring flowers beginning to sprout, but more often than not she brought a book with her anyway. Hermione's hardworking attitude was one of the things Ron had always admired about her, but it didn't make her any less frustrating.

Harry and Draco could also often be found in the Three Broomsticks on outings with Casper - thankfully, they found that it was relatively easy to be anonymous in Hogsmeade if they didn't wear their school robes. It probably helped that each looked older than they were; Draco in particular was taller than average, and Quidditch had made them broad and athletic-looking, but either way no one ever questioned the two boys with the baby. They'd decided that if anyone did ask, Casper was to be Harry's long lost cousin, which seemed a reasonable solution.

On one occasion when they were in there, Draco decided it was a good idea to mention  some reading he'd been doing on relationships after a baby.

"It said we have to 'work harder than ever to make time for each other and keep the spark alive'," the blonde quoted over a sip of his Butterbeer. Casper gurgled in the little sling strapped to Draco's chest, and each of his fathers smiled at him adoringly.

"You've arrived to monopolise your Daddy so he doesn't have time for me, haven't you?" Draco cooed at him, stroking his fluffy hair with one finger. "Yes, you have. You tiny attention-seeker."

"Takes one to know one," Harry quipped with a grin. He knew Draco wouldn't retaliate with Casper strapped to him, and was glad he'd got away with that one. "But anyway, I thought we were doing perfectly on the relationship front," he said. "We've been getting on really well!"

"I think you should still try and flirt with me, Potter. See if you've still got it," Draco insisted with a small smirk. "Use it or lose it, that's what they say."

"Flirt with you?" Harry repeated incredulously. "I haven't flirted with you since we were in Third Year-"

"Exactly!" Draco interrupted. "Use it or lose it."

"I guess I probably can probably remember some Muggle pick-up lines..." Harry said doubtfully, and Draco's eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"This should be entertaining."

Harry downed the last of his pint and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to seem confident. He cleared his throat.

"So," he started. "Are your parents bakers?"

"No, they're Death Eaters," replied Draco with a shit-eating grin.

"Draco!!!" Harry groaned. "You're meant to just be quiet so I can say the rest! I was going to say you're a cutie pie."

"I'm glad I interrupted then, because that's disgusting."

"Ok, fine, you hate that one. You were the one who asked for it! But it's your loss anyway because I had loads more," Harry sulked.

"Oh no, go on," Draco laughed. "Sorry for hurting your feelings, darling. I do want to hear some more. Tell me another one."

"Fine. Are you French?" Harry asked grudgingly.

"Half French, yeah."

"Good, because Eiffel for you.... Like I fell, but..."

"That's a fucking monstrosity, Harry-"

"I didn't make them up!!" Harry protested. "But fine, how about this one. There's something wrong with my mobile phone."

He paused. No response.

"Draco. Ask me what's wrong with my phone."

"What the fuck is a mobile phone, and why would I care if there was something wrong with yours?" Draco asked in bemusement.

Casper started snuffling then, the way he always did before a big cry, and Draco pointed at him. "See, Cassy didn't get that one either," he said seriously, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Give him here, moron. He probably just wants his favourite Daddy."

"He wants his what?!" Draco glared, but he willingly unbuckled the baby from his support and passed him over to Harry. Casper was red in the face now, and kicking his tiny legs as he cried.

"There, there, shhh, now," Harry soothed him, and quickly slipped the bottle into his cross little mouth. Instantly, Casper was placated, drawing greedily on the bottle to drink as much milk as he could.

"That boy knows how to bloody feed," Draco said, amused.

"Hope you're looking forward to the next nappy," Harry smiled back. "This is his third bottle without a change, it's gonna be interesting."

Draco's face went white. Scrupulously neat and tidy as a rule, Draco wasn't great with nappies and messes like that at the best of times, but Harry was right - it was Draco's turn next, and it was not going to be fun.

"If you do it," he started tentatively, and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"This better be good," he challenged.

"If you do this one," Draco repeated, "I'll drop Cassy with Luna and Neville this evening and I'll... I'll do something to you that I don't want to say in front of our son. But it will be good."

Harry smirked. He knew exactly what Draco was referencing, and it had been a little while so it was certainly an exciting prospect.

"It feels very morally corrupt to accept sexual favours in return for taking care of our baby," he replied. "You're such a bloody Slytherin."

Draco blushed. "Don't look at it like that, you're making it weird," he protested.

Harry laughed. "Fine. I don't mind doing it if you're that serious."

He turned to their baby. "In fact, I think it might be time now. Whew. We'd better head to the bathroom. It's a good job one of us loves you, isn't it, Cassy James? Your Daddy is such a wimp..."

Draco watched them go with sincere gratefulness and affection. He took a big sip of his Butterbeer, and smiled to himself. God, he loved his boys so much.

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