Harry frowned at that before shaking his head, but of course, Draco had no chance of knowing this. "Oh, no, he's mine - he's my godson," he explained, his eyes briefly moving from Draco's eyes to a point above his shoulders. "Teddy was never ment to be our son."<br/>When Harry's eyes once again returned to Draco, a soft smile brightened his face. "This is my stop," he exhaled, before getting up on his feet. He bent down to pick up his messenger bag, which until now had sat unimportantly on the subway floor. Harry pulled the strap up onto his left shoulder before reaching out for a post in search for support. Inattentively, he cast a glance down the wagon as the train came to a halt.<br/>"It was nice seeing you, Draco - good luck with everything," Harry smiled politely and genuinely. Luck was maybe not a factor worth mentioning, but that too showed in Harry's grin, before he turned to walk towards the train exit.