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“Draconis!”
Four year old Draco turned around to see his parents looking aghast while Harry’s parents, and his godfathers, were standing next to them all with different expressions of shock and horror on their faces.
“What?”
“Why did you just kiss him?” Lucius asked, stamping his cane on the ground. (That’s how Draco knew his father meant business)
Draco looked to his Mother for help, but she just raised one eyebrow so he sighed and answered, “Father always kisses Mother because he thinks she’s pretty. Well,” Draco said, puffing his chest out, “I think Harry’s pretty!”
Everyone just stared at the boys, not sure what to say before Sirius burst out laughing, though it sounded more like a bark. Narcissa’s mouth twitched but before she could say anything Harry kissed Draco on the cheek.
“I think you’re pretty too, Draco”