Prompt: Kids say the darndest things


There was probably a reason why serious conversations didn't happen in a packed restaurant. In addition to the general cacophony one would expect in that setting - the clinking of dishes, several other conversations, the drunk man at the bar - there was also a rushing in Draco's ears. An overwhelming feeling that others were listening and judging.

And there was, of course, the toddler seated in his lap who would not stop babbling his story about the restaurant's decorations. The fish on the wall was dead but not stinky but the lady with the cowperson hat still didn't like him and neither did that set of handlebars over there and on and on and on...

Until Draco had just had enough. "Scorpius, shush," he whispered, cheeks flushing red in an equal mix of frustration and embarrassment.

"F'ck no, Daddy! You shut up!" Scorpius yelled, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. He threw his little hands up over Draco's lips with a severely furrowed brow. "You talk enough! It my turn!"

Biting back a grin, Harry took the same hint and swallowed the rest of his words. Storing them for finish later. "He does talk too much, doesn't he?"