No Day But Today Drabbles

Summary: As the title may suggest, these are drabbled for my story No Day But Today. Technically they can be read alone, but I wouldn't recommend it; full understanding requires reading the story. HP/DM slash. Implied mpreg. Non-magic AU.

Author's Note: You'll be getting these at least once a day...until I run out of ideas. My little cousin's birthday party is today so I have to go get ready for that, so here you are ^_^

Note: Feel free to request drabbles (any time frame - past/present/future). I'll need a prompt or a title.

Favorite (Girls)

Word Count: 562

"Oh! He's adorable!" Daphne exclaimed, hovering over the baby. Hermione, Luna and Ginny nodded their agreement.

"Look at his eyes, they've turned already," Hermione pointed out with a smile down at said eyes watching them with childish curiosity.

"They look just like Harry's," Ginny commented and stuck her hand out to Cailean who, once noticing the appendage, tried to reach for it. The girls giggled at his lack of motor skills and the floundering little arms.

"He's going to be a heartbreaker," Luna sighed, her usually dazed eyes uncharacteristically focused. Daphne hummed.

"I know, his looks will be to die for. Isn't that right Cai? You're such a pretty baby. Pretty boy," she cooed and green eyes traveled to her even as he finally gripped Ginny's finger.

"Oh wow," the younger redhead gasped. "He's really strong," she said wiggling her finger and Cailean's attention returned to it and he waved his arms excitedly gurgling some nonsense that had four different grins aimed down at him.

"We're like his aunt's," Luna pointed out absently. "We'll have to buy him things, teach him how to talk to girls-or boys-and compete to be his favorite…"

"Aw, hi Cai, I'm your Auntie Ginny. I'll be your favorite," Ginny whispered conspiratorially.

"The hell," Daphne snapped and was promptly smacked on the arm by Hermione.

"Don't curse," the frizzy haired girl hissed.

"He can't understand me," Daphne protested. "Besides, she started it," she said glaring at Ginny who glared right back, brown eyes narrowed.

"How'd I start it?"

"Saying you were his favorite," Daphne accused. "He doesn't even know you. I'm over hear much more often and I'm Draco's best friend."

"So? Draco's not his father."

"He's as good as!"

"But that's still not going to make you his favorite!"

"Stop arguing!" Hermione demanded when Ginny detangled her hand from Cailean and took a threatening step towards Daphne. "He's a baby. I seriously doubt either of you are is favorite, especially-"

"What?"

"Who asked you?"

-x-

Harry looked up curiously from where he was heating Cailean's bottle and blinked in surprise when he saw Luna coming through the doorway of the kitchen cradling Cailean to her. "Luna?" he questioned when she smiled serenely at him and sat down in one of the chairs.

"I rescued the Imp, he was in danger of being trampled by the Harpies." Harry opened his mouth to ask what she was talking about when he heard a thump and the sounds of bickering growing louder from upstairs.

"Ah," he nodded, then frowned. "That's the second time that's happened." He checked the temperature of the milk and came over to sit next to Luna. "Here," he said holding his arms out for his son but Luna hesitated.

"Can I feed him?" she asked and Harry looked at her fondly.

"You can give it a try. He usually won't take it from anyone but dad, Draco and I."

Luna carefully arranged her arms before taking the bottle and holding it to Cailean's lips. The baby whined and looked from the bottle up to Luna who smiled dreamily down at him. A moment later he was sucking away. Harry smiled bemusedly.

"How odd," he whispered even as he watched his son with warm eyes. "You must be his favorite," he joked lightly and never noticed the clearly smug gaze or the quirked lips of his friend.