The nerves in Draco’s body were on edge and he could feel his pulse increase with every breath. This was not something he should be doing – it went against everything he was ever taught, everything he was raised to believe in and yet – yet somehow it all fell by the wayside the moment he noticed the little boys hair go dragon-green and Draco let out an audible chuckle – one that suggested he thought it was more than cute and entirely adorable. It was the sort of chuckle one lets out in that zone of comfort and delight that suggests all is well and perhaps even, that there really was a softer side to the ice cold young man that outwardly appeared as Draco Malfoy.
Looking from the little boy back to Andromeda, Draco nodded. “A little café would be nice.” He said, a tiny bit of concern creeping back about the public nature of The Leaky Cauldron within their world, “Though,” he paused for a moment, “it is a good breakfast to be had here as well.” Deciding in that moment that it really didn’t matter who might witness him talking to his own Aunt – disowned or not – it was a brave new world now, right?