Harry hummed at that, a smile still on his lips. It wasn't hard to tell that a million things were going through Draco's mind; tough not opposed to let Draco unwind in his own pace, Harry still leaned in to press a hot but brief kiss to the soft skin beneath Draco's ear.<br/>"I did," he said, leaning away. In the same motion, Harry loosened his grip around Draco before finally stepping away. He turned towards the counter, where he had left a couple of tins of wet food for Draco's cat.<br/>Pushing them across the counter, Harry himself propped himself up on his elbows. "What did you tell her?"<br/>While the question was said with the same domestic easiness, it was no secret that the possible explanations Draco could have given Teddy's teacher made his stomach twist. "That I had night terrors as a result of untreated war trauma?"<br/>"We're getting a<span style="font-style: italic">cat</span>?" Teddy interjected from the living room, no real sense of the conversation he had interrupted. His hair was ruffled, having managed to wrestle himself out of the sweater vest on his own accord. "And you didn't<span style="font-style: italic">tell</span>me?"