Draco likes to brag* about his kids when he's drunk. Usually to Harry. Mostly to Harry. Harry just sighs and reminds Draco they've been married for eight years, and that they're Harry's kids too. (*brag = cry sloppily)
Harry can’t match drunk Draco’s enthusiasm, neither sober nor drunk. Draco’s not impressed.
Draco, waving around a picture of his kid: Our baby was sent from heavens, he’s a precious gift.
Harry, barely holding back a snort: We picked him up from a foster home actually.
Draco, shaking Harry by his collar: DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW LUCKY WE ARE
Draco, sniffling on Harry’s shoulder: Harry, Harry, did i tell her i loved her before we left
Harry: Yes, three times.
Draco: I just.. i love her so much. How can i love her this much? How did this happen?
Harry: She loves you too, lets have some water, alright?
Draco: *abruptly sits up* We should send a gift to our caseworker.
Draco: WE CAN NEVER REPAY HER WHERE’S MY WAND WE’RE GOING SHOPPING