Draco was tired, more tired than he had been since Io was a screaming baby. He was tired in the bone deep kind of way that had him dragging his feet and rubbing his face. He could only imagine Harry felt the same, or even worse. He’d been away for a week on business working twelve, sometimes sixteen-hour days, trying to close a deal with an American firm. It hadn’t been fun, but he imagined Harry’s week hadn’t been any easier solo parenting three small young children.