Harry couldn’t help but smile once Draco was gone. Here he was, in the Malfoy’s home, and Draco was going to cook him dinner. It was a stroke of luck that Scorpius had found Harry, and really, Harry had taken to the child so quickly. After looking around the living room, his eyes fixated on s bookcase against the wall and he began to read the titles. That’s where Draco found him, flipping through a book he pulled from the shelves.