Choices

Comfort

"Draco just let me in"

"It's not pretty"

"It's not supposed to, I need to see you"

Ginny felt the key turning in the bathroom and was greeted by a very sorry picture.

"We are never going to that restaurant" Draco whispered sitting near the toilet, looking paler than usual, he had earlier barricaded himself in the bathroom after his stomach had completely rejected lunch.

"Still awful?" Ginny asked gently, kneeling in front of him and moving his hair out of his face.

"Well if I die you'll know who to blame," he said, his stomach still feeling like it might give away even more of its content.

Ginny rolled her eyes but still smiled, stroking his back in a soothing motion, "You're not going to die"

"Says who? These could be my last moments and then you'd be sad this is what you said" he lamented, really hoping he wasn't about to vomit again.

Ginny stifled a laugh, at least he could still snark about so it wasn't more serious than a simple food poisoning.

"Come on, get cleaned and I'll make you some tea," she said, taking his arm a trying to raise him from the ground.

"I don't know, I could just end up vomiting on the floor" Draco worried "In fact, you should not stand so close"

"You're a wizard," she joked, trying to calm him "If something happens, you can just clean with magic, no?"

Draco nodded, still feeling embarrassed about the situation, it wasn't exactly how he wanted to appear in front of Ginny, and instead she had to care for him for something so stupid, he couldn't even try and get her to fuss over him in pity because he just felt miserable and undignified.

After cleaning himself he trudged toward the couch, just falling upon it, keeping his arm in front of his eyes.

"Is Dada sick?"

Draco turned his head and saw Harry's worried eyes looking at him, sighing he let Harry lie down on his chest, the child's hands hugging him. Ginny smiled at the two, despite their differences they truly looked like father and son that way, she wondered if Draco had realized that yet.

"He is Harry, don't want to help Mama to make him some tea instead?" she asked and the boy looked at her with a sad pout, not wanting to leave.

"It's okay, he's not heavy, if anything, the pressure helps to distract me," Draco said, still trying to hide from her eyes.

Ginny bit her lip and moved his hair from his face again, just as he didn't like when she hid from him, she didn't want him to feel ashamed in front of her. He already had her heart after all.

She leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Then just wait for a little more, it won't take much longer"

He grumbled, his cheeks turning pink, but waited patiently for her return, hoping his stomach would finally calm down, even complaining was hard at that moment, so he tried thinking of something else.

It was the new year, Harry would soon be three and Ginny would be seventeen letting her use magic again, she was looking forward to that, Draco had seen her glancing under the bed in anticipation, she would smile and think no one had seen but the flat was too small for him not see, he was getting well versed in the habits of Ginevra Weasley. He let out a small laugh, he was really acting like a fool near her, huh.

"Dada?" Harry asked.

"It's nothing" he replied calming the boy.

Harry was really growing fast, it was strange to think that he'd been smaller, when they arrived he only babbled and now he'd talk with them, he made several drawings, he'd run and play. It still felt strange to be the guardian of a child, his family had changed a lot since then.