A/N: I just thought I'll do one more chapter before school starts. xP But with my slow as snails pace… this chapter would probably be out a few days after school starts xD

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Haha… Bad potions… Draco is too cute :O I want a baby Draco… or a baby Harry :D Have them toddle around my house x3 –sighs- I can imagine them bickering with each other… in baby language. LOL

Are there any artists out there? xD I would love to have a picture of baby!Draco drawn… or a baby!Harry :D I just… want to "see" them :3 if somebody does draw, I'll love you forever!

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I come up with the crappiest titles o.o

Chapter 10

Bad Potions and More

.: Tuesday, November 26, 1997 – 8:55 a.m. two years old :.

"Draco!" Harry groaned and looked up at Snape. The man was staring at them both, his face void of any emotions. Snape sneered at Harry before barking at students, telling them to be quiet.

"Mama… Mama…" Draco murmured, tugging at Harry's robes. The brunet sighed and put on a smile for his baby.

"What is it, love?"

"Ish man mad? I dident wanna maked 'im mad," Draco whimpered; Snape was still angrily shouting at the Gryffindors. "Mama mad at Dwako?" Draco did a pitiful sniff and looked down.

Harry melted and took Draco out from the highchair. It was only the first day he had to take Draco with him and it was turning out badly. Harry held the small toddler tightly as Draco sat on his thighs.

"No, baby… He's not mad at us," Harry said reassuringly. "Mama's not mad at Draco either." Draco pouted and looked up at his mummy. Harry chuckled and bent down to kiss Draco's small pair of lips. "But we have to be really good from now on or else the professor will get mad at mummy for real."

Draco let out a gasp and scowled; Harry bit his lips to stop himself from laughing. Even though Draco was scowling, he looked… adorable.

"'Essor no mad at mama! No!" Draco cried out; he crossed his arms and 'humphed'. He turned and was staring at Snape's movements. "He being lowd."

Harry had to make Draco face him again when the toddler actually blew a raspberry at the Potions master. No way did Harry want Snape to see that.

HPDMDHPDM

"Mama, dat wooks ucky…" Draco sniffed as Harry took a jar of bat wings. Harry chuckled and bounced the upset toddler; he was currently held near Harry's hips.

"Remember what mummy said, Draco. I need these to make the potion," the brunet said patiently; Harry understood that the potion ingredients were disgusting to look at for a two-year-old child. "If I don't take it back with us, Professor Snape will get mad at mama for not making the potion."

"Bad indents… ucky pushins. Meany 'Napes… Mama no like den Dwako no likey, too," Draco said indignantly. Hermione giggled; she was next to Harry, also getting her needed ingredients.

"If Professor Snape heard that, he'll have a heart attack."

"I know. He's his favorite student," Harry smirked, "Snape will probably blame me for brainwashing Draco." When said baby looked up at him, Harry only smiled and gave Draco a very small vial to hold. "Don't drop that, love. I need you to hold it for me. It's very important."

Draco nodded and looked determined. He held the vial tightly inside his small fist. Curiosity got the better of him and Draco held the vial to his eyes.

"Mummy… wats t'is?"

"That would be a vial of pretty red water," Hermione cut in before Harry got the chance to answer.

"Pwetty?" Draco asked; he smiled and accepted the girl's answer. "Miney says t'is pwetty, mama." He held the vial up to Harry's nose.

Harry laughed and lowered Draco's hand before the toddler had the chance to shove the vial up his nostrils.

"Yes, it is pretty. Now be a good boy and hold it tight, alright?"

"Aw'ite!" Draco then turned away and started poking at the vial, his attention not on Harry.

After making sure that the toddler was busy, Harry looked over at Hermione and smirked.

"Pretty red water?"

The bushy-haired girl returned the smirk. "I know you were going to tell him the truth. Imagine telling Draco that it's 'leech blood'… How would he react?"

Harry sighed, knowing Hermione was right. "Alright… you got me. I was going to say that… I didn't think Draco would know what 'blood' is… Or leech for that matter." Harry looked down at Draco, who was now giggling and shaking the vial gently.

Hermione chuckled. "Let's go before Draco gets too excited and he really does drop the vial. Professor Snape will have our heads. Leech blood is in short supply."

Harry looked away from Hermione and sighed. Draco was now tilting the vial this way and that. Good thing the cork was on securely, or else the blood would surely spill.

"This is all because you told him it's 'pretty red water'," Harry mumbled.

Draco ears perked up when he heard his mum say 'pretty'. He twisted his head and smiled brightly for his mummy.

"Pwetty watew!" For emphasis, Draco shook the vial in Harry's face.

Harry didn't even bother to reprimand Draco. He was just glad that the toddler was more relaxed than when they first entered the class. The green-eyed teen just hoped it would be better for his other classes.

.: D.A.D.A – 11:38 a.m. :.

"I don't want to leave Draco all by himself! He'll cry! I've never been away from him for so long before…" Harry grouched; he was putting some toys he brought for Draco into the playpen. Harry had shrunk the toddler's playpen just for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class; he needed to put his baby somewhere.

Draco was sniffling; he had cried when his mummy told him he had to stay inside. The blond rubbed his eyes and looked up at Harry with tears still swimming in those silver orbs. Draco whimpered softly and held out his arms; he didn't want his mummy to leave him.

"You have to, mate," Ron said. "You can't hold Draco while firing spells or defending yourself. A stray hex might hit him. I'm sure you don't want that."

Harry growled; Ron was right. He bent his body and took Draco out. They still had some minutes before class would start. The professor wasn't even in yet. The trio, plus Draco, were all standing beside the professor's desk; the playpen was set right next to it. Once class started, all the tables and chairs would be spelled aside, leaving a wide open space for students to practice their spells. Harry had even thought of putting a shield around Draco's playpen for safety.

"It's only for an hour and a half, Harry," Hermione said consolingly. "After that, you can hold Draco all you want. I'm sure Draco wouldn't mind. He won't be too far anyway. Draco can see you perfectly from where he's going to be." She reached out and smoothed Draco's soft hair.

Draco sobbed and buried his face in Harry's shoulder. He wrapped his short arms around his mummy's neck and cried. His mummy was going to leave him alone!

Harry bit his lips and bounced Draco in his arms; he whispered sweet words, trying to stop Draco from shedding tears. The baby was having none of it and continued to whimper. Harry looked trouble and smoothed his hand up and down Draco's small back.

"Mama no leave… Dwako no want yoo leave…"

"Oh, love… Mama has to…"

By this time, Pansy and Blaise came over to see what was wrong. Parkinson frowned and carded her fingers through Draco's hair. She cooed at him and kissed his cheek, but Draco still had his face pressed into Harry's shoulder.

"Is he alright? What's wrong?" Pansy asked worriedly.

"He doesn't want me to leave him," Harry muttered. "I have no choice. I can't hold him and fire spells at the same time… It would be too dangerous for Draco."

Right after Harry finished that sentence, their professor walked in. He saw Harry and the group of teens; Professor Randalf smiled lightly and nodded at them.

"Mr. Potter… Class is about to start, why don't you put Mr. Malfoy into the playpen and get prepared."

"I-I… Yes, sir," Harry sighed. "But uh… Can you give a minute? I have to calm him down a bit first."

Professor Randalf smiled. "Of course," he looked at the rest of the group, "all of you go stand with your assigned partners from last time. I'm sure you remember who your partners were."

Harry watched as his friends walked away to the center of the large classroom. He sighed and stood by the playpen. Draco had stopped crying and was eyeing the professor with something close to loathing. Harry smiled sadly and held Draco, making the toddler face him.

"Draco, mama's going to put you in now. It's only for awhile… I promise I'll be back soon," Harry whispered; he kissed Draco's small nose.

Draco's lips trembled and tears once again appeared in his eyes. "Mama, no… I be goods! Dwako good!"

"I know you're a good boy. You'll always be my good baby, Draco… But I really have to go. Remember I told you I have classes?"

"Yeh…" Draco sniffed. "Buh I no wanna!"

"Look, would you like it if I stand nearby?" Harry asked, waving his arm near the playpen. "I'll see you and you can see mama! Is that better?"

Draco gave Harry a full pout and thought about what his mum just said. After awhile, Draco slowly nodded and pointed a chubby finger at a random spot in front of his playpen.

"I won mama dere! W'ite dere… I won mama wif me…"

Harry chuckled at Draco's demand and nodded, finally able to put Draco inside the pen without the toddler bursting into tears. Professor Randalf had been nearby and heard everything. When Harry looked at him, the DADA professor nodded his consent.

"But only if you cast a shield around the pen, Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled gratefully. "Of course, sir," Harry said. He took out his wand from his trousers and waved it around the whole playpen. A white shield appeared, surrounding the playpen.

Draco was watching with fascination; he 'ahhed' when the shield appeared. Draco reached through the bars and poked at it. He giggled when something solid came into contact. When Harry knelt down in front of him, Draco pressed both of his palms against the shield and cooed. He pressed his face in as well and puckered his lips. Clearly Draco was asking for a kiss.

Harry grinned and kissed the shield, somewhere near where Draco had his lips on the other side. Draco fell back onto his bum and stayed down, clapping his hands.

"Mama kiss! I sees yoo, mama!"

"Mmhmm… I'm going to stand there," Harry told the toddler while pointing somewhere four feet in front of the playpen. "Go play with you toys, love. Be good."

"I good! Bye-bye, mummy!" Draco waved.

HPDMHPDM

Draco was holding on to his stuffed lion for dear life as Harry practiced spells a few feet from the playpen. The toddler watched as his mummy hopped around, crying out in surprise, growling with determination, and sometimes, Draco would see his mummy get hit by a funny light. The toddler whimpered and edged closer, one hand wrapped around a bar while the other clutched the lion.

"Mummy… Mama hurt!" Draco cried; tears fell slowly down his rounded cheeks. He winced and shut his eyes when another light grazed Harry's robe. "No, no, no! No more! I want mummy!" Draco then started wailing.

Draco was in total hysterics.

Harry was deflecting a Slytherin's Expelliarmus when he heard Draco's worried cries. Harry frowned and held up his hand at his partner. The girl stopped her wand waving and looked at him.

"What is it, Potter?"

"Something's bothering Draco; I need to check on him," Harry murmured.

The girl, Ella, peered at his robes and smirked. "I think I know why Draco's crying. Your robe is smoking, Potter."

"What?" Harry asked, perplexed. He looked down, and sure enough, a bit of gray smoke was at the hem of his sleeve. He sighed and waved his hand around and patted his sleeve to clear away the smoke. Harry looked up again and smiled at Ella. "Give me a few seconds, yeah?"

"Sure, whatever, but do hurry up. We only have half an hour left."

Harry nodded and marched right up to the playpen, with a still crying Draco inside. Some time during when Harry was talking with Ella, Draco had thrown his stuffed lion aside and now had both hands around the bars. When Harry came up to him, Draco stopped his loud sobs; he looked at his mummy with red, puffy eyes.

"Mama! No more! You hurt! Mama hurt!" Draco wailed; he pushed himself up and stood in the playpen. "Dwako wif yoo… Dunt go away…"

Other students had stopped whatever they were doing when Draco started crying. Now they were watching silently. Even the professor was standing near, waiting.

Harry put on a huge smile, hoping it would cheer Draco up. It worked, a bit. Draco sniffed, his face covered with tears and snot. Potter waved his wand and deactivated the shield.

"Oh, Draco… Mama's not hurt at all," Harry whispered; he took Draco out and held the toddler tight. Harry moved Draco to his hips and with some difficulty, pulled up his sleeve, showing his baby perfectly unmarked skin. "See? Mama doesn't have any boo-boos."

A small hand reached out and wrapped around Harry's wrist. The green-eyed teen let Draco check his hand. The toddler twisted his mummy's bigger hand this way and that, making sure Harry wasn't lying when he said he didn't have any boo-boos. Satisfied to find Harry's skin smooth and cut-free, Draco finally let go and buried his face into Harry's chest, putting snot and tears on Harry's robe in the process.

"No hurts… good. Buh no more, mama. S'tay with Dwako."

Harry kissed the top of Draco's head. "Alright, mama's going to stay with Draco."

"Mr. Potter, feel free to sit behind my desk. If you are going to stay with Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you stay in one place."

Harry swiveled around and faced his professor. Randalf was actually smiling at him, not angry.

"Oh, thank you so much, Sir," Harry said gratefully; he shifted the toddler more securely while also summoning a stuffed toy.

Might as well keep his baby occupied.

Potter sat down behind Professor Randalf's desk and he handed a stuffed snake to Draco, who took it eagerly. The other students were practicing once more; Harry caught Hermione and Ron looking at him. He waved at them, signaling that everything was alright.

.: In private rooms – 6:42 p.m. :.

"It wasn't that bad, Harry," Hermione argued. "Draco was happily playing with his stuffed snake and lion during Transfiguration."

"He was crying for ten minutes straight because my transfigured rat jumped on his head!" Harry snapped. "Out of all days, McGonagall had to make us transfigure paper into a rat. A lively rat." Harry scowled at nothing in particular and pulled Draco closer to him; the toddler was sitting on his lap, drinking a cup of apple juice.

"Mursh mar…" Draco mumbled while drinking through his sippy cup; he frowned and pulled the tip out. "Big rat!"

"Yes, love, a big rat," Harry said. "It was a big rat wasn't it?"

"Big-a rat!" Draco agreed… and then he paused… then he let out a happy sigh. "Mama… I pee-pee."

Hermione burst out in giggles while Ron snorted. Harry rolled his eyes and stood up, toddler and all. He took the sippy cup away and set it on the couch.

"I think I need to potty train you soon," Harry told Draco. "You can't always wear nappies and I'm not always there when you need to change."

He held the blond in one arm while he felt the bottom of Draco's bum with the other. The baby's trousers weren't wet but Harry felt the mushiness of the diaper.

"Poddy? Wats dat?" Draco tilted his head and looked at Harry questioningly.

"It's… uh… a chair of sorts. Or maybe a bucket... But anyway, you go pee-pee in it, that way you don't need a nappy anymore," Harry explained to the two-year-old. "When you learn how to use it, you don't have to worry about wetting your pants."

"Ohh… dats a poddy." Draco shrugged and wiggled in Harry's arm. "Mama, mah nappy wets."

"I know it is… You must be uncomfortable." Harry made a face and walked towards the bathroom. "I might as well give you a bath." Harry tickled Draco tummy, making the toddler laugh.

"Baf time!"

.: Later – 9:08 p.m. :.

"Harry?" Hermione called and pushed the bedroom door wider. She peeked in and found the brunet on the bed, propped up on his elbow, watching Draco sleep. Hermione went inside and tiptoed to the end of the bed. "Is he asleep?"

"He fell asleep not too long ago," Harry murmured; he was gently running his fingers though Draco's baby-soft hair.

"Why is he on your bed again?"

"Draco woke up when I came in here after taking my shower. I took him out, but then he didn't want to be put back into the crib. I gave up trying to coax him back in so I put him under my blanket and he fell asleep. Just like that. I think it's because the blanket and pillow has my scent."

Hermione smiled and just quietly watched her friend stroke the toddler's head. "Draco is very attached to you… I wonder what will happen when he's older. Do you think he'll run into your room in the middle of the night? You know the nursery's going to change into his room when Draco's four or five."

"Mm… I don't know…" Harry's eyes were drooping slightly and Hermione noticed. She chuckled.

"You should sleep as well. Today's been a trying day."

Harry looked away from the sleeping baby and smiled tiredly at the witch. "I was about to fall asleep, but then you came in."

Hermione laughed lightly and shook her head. "Well, don't let me interrupt things. Go to sleep, Harry."

Harry nodded in agreement and rolled off the mattress; he pulled down the corner of the comforter and tucked himself in. The green-eyed teen wiggled around a bit before settling down, spooning Draco. He threw one arm across his baby; Draco instinctively snuggled closer to his mum. For warmth and for comfort.

"Good night, Mione." Harry let out a long yawn.

"Night, Harry…"

When the door closed, Harry shut his eyes and smiled. He could hear the soft suckling sounds coming from Draco; the child was sucking his thumb.

A few minutes later, sleep took Harry… and everything else happened in dreams.

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A/N: Haha! School started three days ago xP I told you that I'm slow :(

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