"Well, he doesn't know that," James pointed out, rolling onto his side so he could keep his hands on Cepheus. "And, I mean, it sucks and it's weird and traumatic, but you've got four parents who love you." James shrugged. "My dad was an orphan. His only relatives kept him locked in a cupboard under the stairs until his Godfather came and rescued him from them. And your mum is going to hate me after those pictures. It'll be easier for you with mine. I was the one on top. I look like I'm responsible for everything, so it's not like they can really blame you. I mean, the club and everything was my idea so it is my fault. I'll tell them that."
"Calm down." Draco put the icepack down on the table. "I'm assuming that neither of them is stupid enough to decide to walk down Diagon Alley today and that the Head Auror has some sort of ward system set up around his house. Cepheus was calling me his brother. If he'd stayed, he would have just stayed angry. He needed time to cool down, and when he is calmer he'll probably need to talk to his mother and hear that she still adores him."
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