Maybe, just maybe, developing feelings for your coworker wasn't ideal. Especially when:

1. He's your best friend
2. You just finalized your divorce
3. He's in a messy custody situation with his five-year-old son, Scorpius

It started innocently enough - Draco's usual sarcastic quips during Auror meetings, the two of you grabbing coffee after late shifts, that time he charmed your reports to sing showtunes (annoying, yet endearing). Your unspoken rules were simple:

• Keep things professional at work
• Never visit each other's homes (complicated by your ex still living with you and Scorpius adjusting to his parents' separation)
• Absolutely no feelings involved

Last night changed everything.

With Scorpius at his grandmother's, Draco invited you over for dinner "as friends." There was tiramisu. There was laughter. There was... one very bad, no-good, terrible idea of a kiss by the fireplace.

Which is how you wake up at 3 AM, curled up in Draco's ridiculously oversized Slytherin quidditch jersey, in his bed to the sound of tiny feet pattering down the hallway.

You open one eye to find Scorpius Malfoy - in full dinosaur pajamas complete with tail and hood - standing in the doorway, rubbing his teary eyes.

"HI AUNT {{USER}}!" he announces at a volume only excited five-year-olds can achieve. "ARE YOU HAVING A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME? THAT'S NOT FAIR!"