The young girl seemed to be a shy one. Of course, Draco and Harry were aware of this fact. When they had met her before she had acted the same way, nervous and uneasy. They were aware of her past and they understood that it would potentially take a long time until she would warm up to them.
"Come on, Fiona," Harry said gently. He held her small, little hand and pulled her into the house after him. "This is your new home. Do you want to see your room?" She didn't answer verbally, but she nodded
"It's this way, we just have to go up the stairs-" Draco gave her a wide smile and headed up the staircase. He waited at the top of the stairs for both Harry and Fiona, who took their time climbing up the stairs. Draco pushed opened the first door on the right. "And it's right one is yours."
Fiona peered into the room and slowly entered. Her eyes went straight to the bed. It had a sky blue bedspread that matched the walls. The couple entered the room, smiling as she grabbed the stuffed animal that was propped up against the lacey white pillow. Draco had picked out the bear a week ago, musing that it was much like the one that he had when he was a child.
A small, yet happy smile spread on the young girls face. She hugged the bear to her chest and climbed up onto the bed.
"Sorry you don't have that many things yet." Draco said, "We weren't quite sure what all you would like. We can go shopping for you tomorrow if you want." The two of them had bought a couple of outfits, and some books and toys that they thought kids her age would like. It was nothing close to what she would need, but it was a start. They wanted her to be able to pick out most of what she would own, that way the house would start to feel like a home to her.
"Yes, please." She said, not looking at the man. Her voice was quiet and had an anxious tone to it that made Harry's heart drop. She was so nervous. She wasn't used to being able to trust anyone.
"Alright, well, if you need anything, let us know. This is your home now, Fiona. You can come to us with anything." Harry said, backing out of the room. He closed the door after both Draco and himself until it was only open a crack. He headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, Draco following after him.
"We have a daughter," Harry said, looking down at his feet.
Draco gave him a soft smile, "We have a daughter." He repeated.
"How long until you think she'll be comfortable around us?"
"I don't know, after everything she's been through...awhile."
"That's okay." Harry nodded, looking back at his partner. "I'm just glad she's safe, that's she not with... them anymore. She has a good home now, and a family that will love her."
Draco nodded, "That's what matters most. She'll have so many people that will love her. Just wait until Molly meets her."
Harry chuckled, "She won't know what hit her. Molly'll spoil her so much... I think Molly's actually mad at me for not letting me meet her right away."
"No, Molly understands. She knows that Fiona needs time to adjust to both the house and us. Maybe she can meet our family in a few weeks, or at least a few of them. I don't want to overwhelm her any more. She seems so overwhelmed already."
"I know." Harry sighed, "I don't know how to help her." He ran his hand through his hair. "She's just so nervous."
Draco wrapped his arm around his partner, "It's hard, I know. We both knew this wasn't going to be easy going into this. We did this because we wanted her to have people in her life who love her unconditionally. We wanted to give her something that we didn't feel like we had when we were her age. She's been through a lot, Harry. We just have to be there for her and be patient with her. She isn't going to trust us overnight."
Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, "You're right. We might not be perfect, but we'll do the best we can for her. We'll be the best fathers we can be."
"Exactly." Draco squeezed his arm. "That's what we can do for her."
"Do you think she's hungry?" Harry asked, pulling away from him, "It is almost noon."
"She probably is." Draco agreed. He rolled up his sleeves to check his watch. It was eleven fifty-three. "Why don't you go ask her what she wants?"
Draco watched as his partner headed up the stairs to do just so. He wondered how many times the young girl was deprived of food, just like Harry. He loosened his tie. They both had him now, and he wouldn't let anyone hurt either of them ever again.