A/N: Sorry, for the long update... I have a lot thing to do... exam, paper, etc... It keeps me busy, so I could only update one of my stories, sorry for the short chapter, though...

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SWEET MOMENT

Chapter 3: "Harry's suffering..."

=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY

"C'mon. Please, just eat it. Look how tasty it looks…" Harry pleaded with his one year old boy, Scorpius. Actually, Harry was always thought about how ridiculous his son name was…But, he didn't dare to anger his husband when the said husband had spent approximately six hours to birth his son.

And the worst of all, his son hated him, not just a simple dislike, Harry had been sure that the kid literally hated him as deep as a year old boy could. He had been trying and almost dying from his effort for hours, to feed his child but…regrettably, the food had always ended up at his shirt or glasses or his pants.

"Oh, C'mon!" he howled helplessly which was only answered with a hatred glare from his son. "Just eat the damn stuff!" Harry glared back at his child who sat comfortingly at his baby chair, the mess from Harry's poor attempt to feed his boy, coloring the boyish's face messily but the boy who had the shockingly and disturbingly same features as Harry except his personality, only shut his mouth tightly and intensified his glare. Harry was very tempted to use his wand; maybe with his wand he could use a bind-body spell so his child wouldn't struggle with his poor attempt to baby-feed and opened his mouth obediently or maybe Imperius?.

When Scorpius spat again, this times on his glasses, his tolerance had been diminishing greatly, so he took his wand. But…

"Harry James Potter! Put your wand down! NOW!" His husband's voice was yelled at him from the bedroom. It seemed that the blond had a thousand eyes that plastered on the wall of their home and spied secretly on him or Scorpius. Just about a minute later, Draco emerged to their bedroom, his hair was slightly damp from his earlier shower and Harry could smell the soft scent of strawberry emitted from him.

Immediately, the blond took Scorpius and cradled him softly in his arm then glared at his incompetence husband. "What are you doing to my child? Are you trying to hex him! In my home? In my presence? How dare you? Do you want to kill him or something?" Draco's shouts filled the entire house, Harry was sure that hellish voices could raise the dead one… but his feet just stayed there, mouth agape with his husband accusation.

"K..kill..him? But… I just…" Draco intensified his glares and Harry shut his mouth entirely, he was aware that if one word was coming from his mouth then the worst scene that had ever happened in Potter- Malfoy household dynamical would be coming sooner than later...

"NO SEX for you from tonight! And…" Draco continued when he saw that Harry want to protest. "And we will reevaluate your punishment when you can tolerate and tend Scorpius better…" And with that last sentence, the blond leaved the speechless boy er… the man who lived?

Harry almost swore that he could see an evil smile plastered in Scorpius's face.

=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY

"Are you sure you could do it?" A concerned face Draco asked, again, for the thousand time. This weekend Draco had scheduled a reunion with his Slytherin's friends, Harry the ever kind and tolerate husband had said to him that he would watch over the house and also Scorpius. Luckily for him, his mistake one week before had greatly forgotten by the blond with his tremendously effort. Well, he simply catered to every whim and complaint the blond had.

"Yes, mommy." He teased his blond husband. "I will make sure the house and I and Scorpius will stay intact when you came back from your scheming with Slytherin to take over the world."

"Harry!" The blond pouted, agitated with his insensitive husband.

The black haired man only took a helpless sigh. "Okay… Okay… just…Don't be worry. I could take care of everything…"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes… yes…yes…" Harry only rolled his eyes.

"Harry!" The blond had pulled his neck tie and stared at him intently. "Listen to me! If anything… I repeat if anything happen to Scorpius or my house when I am not here… I know the one who will be responsible…" He glared fiercely at Harry.

Harry gulped silently, and whispered. "Yes, Ma'am... I understood…"

"Good…" The hold was released and Draco gave him one of his enigmatic smiles. "Love you…" and with that he was dissaparated, leaving Harry alone…

Ah, peace at last… that was what Harry thought, before…

"Prraaaaangg!" A sound of broken glass echoed in the silent house.

He sweat dropped. Or maybe not…

=^ . ^= DRACO =Ǿ_Ǿ= HARRY

Draco had come home with a cheerful attitude. Well, it's been too long, in his opinion, that he met with his friend. Vincent and Gregory were as big and fat as they could be and apparently, they had succeeded with their security company and could live with their gluttony happily ever after. Pansy had been redoing his plastic surgery since a normal wizard standard procedure could not repair his puggyness, and now he looked like Pamela Anderson, minus the magnanimous boobs, of course. Blaise, the poor Blaise, was in the process of his twelve divorces, his ex woman was rich but lack in brain and posture department, it's a wonder Blaise survived his first night with that woman... Well, money could buy everything, in Blaise's opinion…Theodore, the boring Theodore, well, he was boring, and Draco couldn't remember him very well…

He opened the door to his favorite home, a home that Harry had bought for him. At first, the black haired savior was very skeptical about this old abandoned house but Draco had never been so sure. And he was right, this house was the suited house for them, after appropriate polishing and magic, it had became so enigmatic that even his parent were approved of his selection. Silently, he hoped slightly, very lightly perhaps, that Harry had managed the house hence it wouldn't looked like a smashing ship.

"I'm home…" he greeted his family only found them missing, not even a single greeting came from the house. He looked around and found something he had predicted, a mess place, or maybe a mess house? The whole place looked like it was disturbed by a tornado. Maybe it was true, but a tornado named Scorpius.

Draco found his husband, ehm, his exhausted husband collapsed in one of the fluffy couch he used to sit in his pregnancy months, his adorable but devil incarnated son had been jumped up and down in Harry stomach. The exhausted man only grimaced a little when the jumps hit a pretty hard, translation; the jump had to be pretty constant and long that his husband seemed unperturbed with the supposedly hard jump, or maybe he was just too tired to care...

"Shh… Scorpius…" Draco chided his son gently. "Don't bother your daddy. He was asleep…"

"Dada…tired? Sleep?" Scorpius asked innocently.

Draco chuckled at his prankster son, for a year old boy he was sure more intelligent than his age, but he knew behind his angelic face his son could be more severe than a colic in your stomach. And his naughty son only obedient with him, so Harry was always grimaced his face when Draco ask him to take care of Scorpius. "Yes, Scorpius, don't bother your dada again. Let him rest." Draco sat down so he could saw Scorpius's eyes. "Listen, why don't you play at your toy in there?" He pointed the center of the room where Scorpius's toys lied messily. "And I will be tidied up the place. When I am done, I will play with you, deal?"

"Scorpius, play…" his son smiled and clapped his hand happily. After their 'heart to heart' conversation, Draco took his son down from Harry's stomach and put him gently at the floor. He magicked a soft blanket for his husband and put it on him.

Harry's response was only a murmur of "snotty brat, bad…scorpius." Then he continued his snores. Draco only chuckled at his husband's cute response. He didn't realize that his son had heard what Harry had said and referred the response with himself.

When Draco wanted to start tidy up the place, he felt a small hand tugged at his pants.

The blond looked down and saw his black haired child with his face down. Smiling softly, he asked. "What it is, Scorp? I tell you to play alone while Mommy tidies the place, don't you?"

But Scorpius didn't move from his place, sensing that something was wrong the blond asked his son again." What it is, Scorp?"

Scorpius only stared at him with a somber expression then shook his head at Harry's direction. "Dada…mad? Me…fault? Hate.. me?"

"Oh, no, Scorp," Draco chuckled. "Dada's only tired; when people tired they tend to say a wrong thing, a hurtful thing."

"Dada..otay? No…mad?"

"No, of course not, Scorp. Dada loves you very much…" Draco convinced his son.

"Otay…" Scorpius believed his mommy, after all, his super great mommy never lie to Scorpius.

Draco, amused, watched his cute son climbed up the couch and moved closer to Harry. When they were closer enough for Scorpius likes. His son hugged Harry tightly and then smooch his husband wetly at his right checks. "Dada...otay… Scor…lov…Dada…"

Aww, Draco almost melted from the sweet view, too bad that Harry was too tired to realize it. Fortunately for them, Draco always carried a camera with him, so he could snap a sweet moment like this and show it later to Harry. He was sure that his husband's needless insecurities would be gone when he saw this picture.