Though Harry would definitely press Draco for any specifics he might have disclosed to Teddy's teacher; but, even despite the possible implications of that conversation, Harry knew Teddy's line of inquiry took presidence.<br/>Harry turned, a slight look of surprise painted across his features. He was still leaning across the counter, hands folded as he tried to figure out what was going through Teddy's mind.<br/>The child's face had scrunched up, brows furrowed and eyes squinted. When it became apparent what about Draco's answer that had tripped Teddy up, Harry couldn't help but smile.<br/>"Draco has a flat of his own, baby," Harry elaborated as softly as possible, unable not to grin at the utter look of betrayal growing on Teddy's face.<br/>"And he has a cat there?" he parroted meekly, features softening up. The gears were still turning within Teddy's little head, and as he finally turned to look at Draco, it was clear that he had come to the exact same conclusion: that he had been left in the dark. For a long moment, Teddy chewed at his lips. "Can I meet him?"