Harry's eyes moved towards Draco, but he seemed so exhausted and out of breath that he barely saw the other. Instead, Harry moved towards the couch and towards Teddy. He seated himself on the coffee table across from them, and this time he glanced at Draco before once again turning his attention towards the child.<br/>"Hi, baby," Harry breathed with a soft grin as he cupped Teddy's face between his hands, absentmindedly running a hand through the boy's hair (which, momentarily, made it turn into a streaky brown colour as if Harry was effectively pulling out the redness from it). "I'm so sorry, I overslept."<br/>"It's okay, Haz," Teddy said, turning his head slightly without seeming to mind the touch; he just tried to keep his eyes on the screen. "Draco was awake."<br/>At the mention of Draco's name, Harry's eyes yet again found Draco, this time with a heart felt appreciation expressed in them.  "We're so lucky he was, weren't we?"