"Here we are." Harry said softly, not taking his eyes off of Draco until Teddy gave his whine that meant he wanted someone to pay attention to him. Harry laughed and looked at the little boy and smiled at him.
"Teddy gets used to me talking to him all day, and he hates when I don't pay attention to him." He laughed and said in a sing-song voice. He reached over and tickled Teddy's belly just a little bit.
"So, you go to work and make potions, and you come home and make potions?" Harry asked with a frown, "Doesn't that get boring?" Of course, Harry never was very good at potions, except in his sixth year when he had the help of The Half-Blood Prince.