Harry was certain he had heard every single word Draco had said, yet only one truly stuck with him with such intensity that it knocked the air out of his lungs. With genuine and sheer surprise, Harry turned away from the fridge into which he had been looking. When his eyes yet again found Draco, Harry's lips had parted in a speachless smile.<br/>Though Draco was technically Teddy's blood relative, this was the first time Draco had even come close to expressing a sense of familiarity towards the boy. The fact, however, that Draco had turned to<span style="font-style: italic">stepfather</span>rather than<span style="font-style: italic">cousin</span>had Harry's heart leaping out of his chest.<br/>His smile had ebbed over into a toothy grin, eventually having to bite his bottom lip to even attempt to contain it. It felt like Harry was bursting at the seams with love and adoration, unaware that the sheer notion of becoming anything close to a stepfather to Teddy had even crossed Draco's mind. Harry, however, realized neither the situation nor the kitchennette could contain his honest reaction.<br/>"You're right," he eventually replied, making a great effort of downplaying Draco's choice of words.<br/>Finally finishing his movement, he, practically blindly, pulled a bag of bok choy out of the fridge, closing the fridge door on which his hand had rested. Harry's smile was still wide and overjoyed, yet knowing better than to adress it head on.<br/>The hairs on Harry's neck stood as he once again approached the counter. It felt like a charge of static electricity ghosted across his skin as he once again approached Draco. While his eyes were, pointedly, on the cabbage and cutting board, his smile remained, almost giddily. "Winning over the dad's less important, I guess."