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Mr Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long...
After five years, Malfoy had finally escaped house arrest, and he moved in just a few streets down from Grimmauld Place. Overnight, the Daily Prophet seemed to fall in love with him. For his charity work, and his charming smile, and—Harry was sure—his prattish fucking personality. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn’t stop running into him.
Harry had bigger problems, though. His best friends in the world were having a baby together, which was fantastic, except that they weren’t sure Harry could hold it together well enough to be Godfather.
But despite Malfoy being flat broke, with a dead dad, and no one willing to risk hiring him, he appeared to be completely in control of the narrative surrounding his newfound freedom. Maybe Harry could learn a thing or two from the best of the best.
After all, he had the entire pregnancy to convince Ron and Hermione that he was perfectly, entirely, 100% fine. If sometimes he had to fistfight Malfoy about it, well, that was nothing new.
Song: Mr. Blue Sky by the Electric Light Orchestra