House: Gryffindor
Position: Prefect 2
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Speech] "Why are your hands blue?"
Word Count: 484 – excludes header, title, and A/N
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A/N: This was written for The Houses Competition, Y2R8.
Blue Hands, Warm Hearts?
This was the first time that Draco was responsible for Scorpius by himself. Astoria rarely did anything without Draco so they normally would just hire a sitter, but today she was going out to lunch with her sister and Draco had no desire to join them. So here he was at home watching the three-year old Scorpius by himself.
He was nervous, which was ridiculous; it was his own son! He had always been a hands-on father but Astoria had always been there to help him and guide him when he wasn't sure what to do.
Draco took a deep breath and watched his child coloring with crayons. He was sitting at the child's table set up in his bedroom. He saw his child was distracted and content and decided this was his chance to run to the kitchen for some coffee. He was exhausted already and Astoria had only left an hour ago. He couldn't wait for Scorpius's nap. One more hour; Draco could make it until then.
He quietly left the play room and made his way down the hall to the kitchen. He took a couple extra minutes to enjoy the silence that he finally had to himself.
He took one last sip of coffee before placing the white mug in the sink. He turned back towards the door only to be greeted by Scorpius.
"Daddy, I didn't know where you were, so I looked for you!" The toddler grinned up at him. "I found you!"
He waved excitedly at his father only to reveal a dripping, blue palm.
Draco rushed over to Scorpius. "Why are your hands blue?"
He grabbed Scorpius and dragged him to the sink.
"I made something for you!" The toddler squirmed. "Let me show you dad-dy."
"Let's wash the paint off of your hands and then you can show me."
The little boy seemed to tolerate Draco's scrubbing much better now. Draco quickly washed his hands and scrubbed at the paint before drying them.
Scorpius reeled with excitement when he was told that he could show Draco his painting. He grabbed Draco's finger and lead him through the kitchen and back down the hall. Draco could see little blue handprints marking up the walls of the hallway and little smears of paint on the wooden floors.
Finally, the little boy lead him into the playroom and Draco's eyes widened. He was surprised at the mess one little boy had made in such a short amount of time.
There was blue paint everywhere: on the walls, on the carpet, and all over the little child-sized table that had been clean only fifteen minutes ago.
He sighed heavily before looking down at the little boy.
"Do you like it, Dad-dy?" the young boy asked proudly.
Draco looked around at the mess surrounding him before picking up the young boy and cradling him in his arms.
"I love it."