When the door opened, all Harry could think of was how they had barely missed one another. Harry himself had only been home long enough to unload the groceries, closing the refigerator in the same movement as he turned towards Draco's voice.<br/>"Hi, boys," Harry called, though he didn't leave the peninsula. Instead, he turned on the oven, blindly speaking into the empty living room. "How was your day?"<br/>Sure enough, Teddy appared within sight in a matter of moments, from the blind corner of the entryway.<br/>"Good!" the child chirped, immediately tugging at the neck of the blue sweatervest, part his uniform. Wiggling his arms into the sweater, the boy's face was flushed with both the cold and the effort. His voice, however, was bright. "Draco picked me up."<br/>"I know, bud," Harry said, unable to keep a smile off his face. Not moving to help the boy, he stayed put, leaning across the counter towards his godson. Glancing off to one side, Harry's question was directed as much to Teddy as it was to Draco. "Did miss Mary say anything about you being late this morning?"