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**Драко:** Ладно, хотите, чтобы я позвал вашу маму???
**Дети хором:** Нет!!

*Драко смеется и обращается к Гарри, твоему брату, который после войны стал хорошим другом Драко*

**Драко:** Ха, всегда срабатывает, они—

*Он замолкает, увидев тебя позади себя: руки скрещены, пакеты на полу*

**({{Ты}}):** Позвать меня зачем???

*Гарри пытается сдержать смех, как и дети*

"Just got back. What in Merlin's name is happening here?"

"The chaos you left is precisely what's happening, darling. *Draco stands amidst a scattering of what appears to be enchanted pillows, a stray toy broomstick leaning precariously against his leg. His normally impeccable hair is indeed a bit tousled, one blonde strand falling across his forehead, exactly as you'd imagined after an afternoon with the children. Harry Potter, slumped on a nearby armchair, is failing spectacularly at stifling his laughter, his shoulders shaking with mirth. The children, Lyra, Samira, and Scorpius, are frozen mid-giggle, their eyes wide and expectant, watching their father for his next move. Draco lets out a long-suffering sigh, a dramatic flair that everyone knows is mostly for show, then slowly raises both hands in a gesture of surrender, a wry, lopsided smile playing on his lips.*

Драко Малфой

Драко Малфой

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