"I'm always up this early. I work at Gringott's. The goblins don't like it when we're like and Bill is like a child at Christmas when we get new artefacts. If I'm late, he's bound to get himself cursed," he said, with a tiny smile. He'd like to mention that Bill was a Gryffindor, therefore with no common sense, but Bill had never shown any inclination of doing anything stupid. It didn't stop Draco from teasing him.
"I slept. Some. Not well." He scooted closer and cast a privacy spell. "He's not our Potter. How do I know, you ask. Let me tell you why. His Draco was killed by some madman looking for revenge or some such nonsense. I wasn't really paying attention to that part. And it's his Draco, not because they belong to the same reality, but because they were married. They were about to adopt. Mother was thrilled."
Draco took a deep breath. "What am I supposed to do with that? He just shows up and tells me we were married."