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Harry grinned at the antics of his godson. Teddy had woken Draco and himself up very early in his excitement to open his Christmas presents. Bouncing on their bed, he’d raced around the master bedroom whooping with joy as he sang “God rest ye merry hypogriff,” at the top of his lungs.
“Potter, why did we say we’d keep him?” Draco groused, groggy in his warm duvet and blonde hair ruffled with sleep.
“Oh so I’m Potter now?” Harry joked, amused despite the cacophony of noise that reigned in their room.
“Indeed, you are when you’ve annoyed me.” Draco smirked.
“I see. Well, as long as you still love me?” Harry smiled at his fiancé.
“Of course I do you prat.” Draco sighed.