Harry woke the next morning, wondering if the pale boy from last night was just a figment of his imagination.
"Morning sleeping beauty." Draco smirked, his hair looking- well- looking as if he'd just rolled from bed. His pale chest was exposed as he stretched, and Harry looked away bitterly uninterested. He walked more towards the children's bedroom and looked around for Luna. She was still asleep, laying peacefully in her crib.
"Listen," Harry turned to Draco with a sense of business about him, "I've got quidditch practice today. So you need to get them up, dressed, fed, and then…well, meet me at the Hogshead later for lunch with them and I'll take them for the rest of the day. Deal?"
Draco ran a hand through his hair, appearing to not have heard him. He stared at the brunette boy with a smirk. "Fine."
Harry let out a huff of air, not realizing how high his blood pressure was. "Fine."
They shared a short look before Harry lifted his broom over his shoulder and headed out of the room. He didn't understand why Draco was being so…cooperative. He'd heard Dumbledore talk of how the thought the family was changing now that Lucius was in Azkaban, but surely it wasn't a change this severely. If anything, the Slytherin Prince seemed to be acting more taunting than ever now that he actually had to work for his status. Shaking his head clear of Draco thoughts or the second time, he descended the steps and hurried towards the pitch. He was already ten minutes late.
"Alright, now, you little-" Draco started, going into the kid's room and peering down into the little cribs. You know, they were actually kind of cute when they were slee-
He was cut off by Blaise's wails. He lifted the boy easily into his arms, not knowing exactly how to hold the child. He grabbed onto the back collar of his shirt, and let the boy dangle. Blaise kicked his feet excitedly, giggling wildly. Draco smirked to himself. He'd like to see Potter make the boy giggle like that.
"Mo- Mom- momma." Draco's eyes snapped to Luna who was reaching toward him.
"Oh no, no, no." He snapped at her, nearly yelling at the child as he leaned over to her. "Potter's the mom, you little freak, don't even start that with me, you hear?"
"Mom, mom, mom, mom." Blaise was joining in the chant now, as Luna took to grabbing as much blond hair in her fists as she could get.
"Yes, yes, alright, alright." Draco burst, yelling at the children. "Now you sit here and play." He wiggled out of Luna's grip and dropped Blaise into the crib next to her. "Or no breakfast for you."
He slammed the door on them, leaving the light on- but only because he was feeling generous- and walked towards the kitchen. When Potter got home, He'd make sure the little brats called him mom, but for now, at least he knew that he was the one who heard them say their first words. After all, he was the smart one. With a little hard work, he could probably get these kids to take care of themselves in no time.
Holding himself higher, he opened the fridge, taking out a bottle and levitating the milk straight out of the carton and into the plastic bottled container. He made two, quickly becoming proud of himself, and walked back through the apartment. He'd like to see Potter do anything with such grace.
He shoved two bottles into each of their mouths, and although they both resisted at first, they took to drinking it hungrily. It seemed that it might have been more efficient to have warmed the bottles, but it seemed better than nothing at all.
Puffing up his chest, he left the room and walked around aimlessly for a moment. What on earth was he to do? A flash of gold caught his eye from the window, and he turned towards it. Draco must have been a damn good seeker- or so he thought- to have spotter the snitch all the way from his apparentment window. Still, the pitch wasn't that far from it, and when he was so close to the foggy glass like this, it was as if he were on the pitch itself.
Potter zoomed ahead of him then, chasing down the snitch with concentration. He'd never seen such a look on his face before. It was almost…sexy. If Draco did say so himself. Not that he would ever.
Harry jumped off his broom with ease, showing off the golden ball in his hands to the rest of his teammates. Maybe this would make up for the bad locker jokes about him and Draco already. He expected some bashing from the team, but he didn't expect to be so aggravated by it.
"Seeking Malfoy in bed tonight, eh Potter?"
It was all friendly jabs, but it didn't stop him from sending a death glare towards the laughing boys. Ron seemed to be the only one to sympathize with him. Which wasn't saying much.
He just hoped he could get through the day.