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Warning: Cuteness. Innocence. Voyeurism LOL.

Chapter 14

Peek-a-boo, I see you

.: Thursday, January 2, 1998 – 8:21 p.m. five years old :.

"Mum, are Miney and Ron coming back tomorrow?" Draco asked. Harry hummed; he was sitting outside of the bathtub, washing Draco's hair. "It's been so long!" He then squeezed his eyes shut when Harry put the showerhead above Draco and sprayed away the soap suds.

As Harry rinsed the blond mop of hair, Draco bent his head down and let his mum take care of him.

"You just want somebody to play with," Harry chuckled, "am I not enough? I played with you for the past two weeks. But to answer your question: Yes, they are coming back tomorrow. School starts on Monday." Harry carded his fingers through the silky soft hair; Draco giggled.

"I want to show them my new toys! Especially the snitch you gave me, mama. I like Miney and Ron's presents, but I love yours the most, mummy."

Harry smiled and turned off the water. He lowered the showerhead and let it drop into the tub. It was really no surprise that the snitch became Draco's favorite toy. Harry had given the blond two presents, an art set and the golden snitch with 'Draco' etched onto the front. Potter almost had Draco's full name engraved, but remembered that he had sort of made the young boy believe that 'Malfoy' was another person.

Draco was ecstatic when he saw the art set. So enthusiastic was he that Draco drew something for Harry in the very same day, and Harry remembered to put that on his bedroom wall. When the blond opened the smaller present, he was confused why his mummy gave him a shiny ball. He looked at Harry confusedly and tipped the box, letting the snitch roll out into his hand.

"Mama, what is this?" Draco had asked. "Does this bounce like my other balls?" Draco looked into his hand, the snitch tilting this way and that. His eyes widened when he saw his name engraved into the golden ball. "Mummy! That's my name! It has my name on it!"

Harry then explained to the young boy what the ball was. Potter told Draco that in order to activate it he must wrap his hand around the whole sphere, squeeze it for three seconds, and then slowly open his hand. Draco did exactly what his mummy told him to do and to his complete amazement, the golden ball shook and a pair of delicate wings appeared. Draco squealed and giggled when the snitch took flight, zooming away from Draco's hand.

"Look, mama! It's flying!" Draco laughed and started running around the living room, trying to catch the zipping snitch.

Harry then sat back into the couch and watched his baby, yes his baby, run around happily. Since the snitch was just a toy and not the real professional one, it did not fly as fast or as high, but it was still a few inches away from Draco's outstretched hands. If Draco really wanted to catch it, he would have to jump quite a bit.

Now, a week later, Draco still wasn't tired of the small golden ball. It remained his favorite toy and often would ask Harry to play catch with him. Of course, Harry would let the boy win.

"Alright, love, you're all clean. Climb out and let me dry you," Harry told the slightly shivering Draco.

Harry got off his knees and went to retrieve a white towel so that he could dry Draco's body. The blond stepped out from the bath tub and stood on the floor mat, waiting patiently for his mummy to dry him. Draco sniffed and wrapped his arms around his tummy; it was sort of cold, even after a warm bath.

"Mama… I-I'm getting cold…" Draco said; he sniffled again for good measure. He really wanted his mummy to wrap him up, dress him, and then they could snuggle together once they're out of the bathroom.

Harry turned around and knelt down again; he frowned when he saw Draco shivering. His nose was getting red, too. Harry didn't want his baby to be sick.

"We'll have a nice cup of hot chocolate later, alright?" Harry began toweling Draco; he brought the small body closer to himself so that Draco could be a bit warmer.

When Harry was done drying Draco's hair, he started drying the back. Draco sighed and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. His mummy was so warm.

"I want baby marshmallows in my cup." Draco's voice was muffled by Harry's jumper. "And then I want mummy to play with me. Okay?" Harry chuckled, the soft rumbling in his chest reaching Draco's ears.

"Whatever you want, love."

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.: Playing – 9:20 p.m. :.

"I'll get you, snitch!"

Draco let out a small war cry and jumped; his fingers barely grazed the gold ball. Draco 'humphed' and chased after his toy when the snitched flew lazily above Draco's head and around the living room. Harry snorted, his green eyes glowing with mirth. He brought his cup of hot chocolate to his lips, hiding the smile that was threatening to appear on his face.

It wasn't that he was making fun of Draco. It was because the way the small boy hopped around, arms stretched out and waving, was adorable. Harry was sitting crossed-legged on the floor, surveying all from where he sat. Just like everytime Draco was playing with the snitch, Harry had cast Cushioning Charms on the furniture. It happened more than once where Draco bumped into a table leg or a corner of the coffee table.

When Harry set his cup down again, Draco already made one full circle around the living room. He was panting, glaring balefully at the floating snitch, which was a foot above his head. Harry shook his head with a smile; Draco now had his hands on his hips, scowling.

"Mum! The snitch is not being nice! It's too high and I'm getting tired," Draco complained.

Harry waved Draco over; the blond toddled over to his mummy and sat down on Harry's lap. Potter gave him his cup of hot chocolate. Draco sipped the sweet drink and sighed; he then rested his head on Harry's chest. The green-eyed teen held out his free hand and Summoned the snitch to him. When the ball landed in his palm, Harry closed his fist around it, deactivating the snitch. Harry handed the 'sleeping' snitch to Draco; the boy took it with a smile.

"Remember to put it back inside the box, okay? Last time you almost lost it and it took you two hours, only to find it under the couch." Harry looked to his right, where a clock was, and saw that it was almost nine-thirty. "Finish your drink, Draco, and then go brush your teeth and head to bed."

Draco nodded; he was knackered, after chasing the snitch around. He finished his hot chocolate and put his cup on the coffee table.

"Goodnight, mama…" Draco said and scrambled out of Harry's lap. Potter opened his arms and Draco went into the embrace, nuzzling into Harry's neck.

"Goodnight, Draco," Harry whispered and kissed his baby's soft cheeks. Draco giggled and wiggled away from his mama's hug. Harry swatted Draco's bum playfully. "Now go brush your teeth, young man."

Draco grinned and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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.: Saturday, January 4, 1998 – 9:51 a.m. five years two months old :.

When Draco stumbled out from his room sleepily this Saturday morning, he was surprised to see that his mummy wasn't among Hermione and Ron. Hermione was sitting on the couch, reading a book, and Ron was sitting at the kitchen table, still working his way through his breakfast. Saturdays were lazy; all of the occupants of the room woke up late. Draco was a tad worried. Where was his mummy? His mama was usually awake before him.

"Miney…?"

Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at the small boy. "Good morning, Draco. I see that you finally woke up."

"Mornin'… Miney, where's mama?" Draco asked; he yawned and covered his mouth his hand.

Hermione placed the book next to her on the couch. "I heard the water running not too long ago. I think Harry's in the bathroom."

Draco frowned and scratched the top of his head, making his hair messier. "I didn't… I'm gonna go check right now. I want to eat breakfast with my mummy." Draco beamed and spun on the balls of his feet, heading towards the bathroom.

"Knock first, Draco!" Hermione called; she shook her head and picked up her book again.

"What's the point in knocking?" Ron said from the kitchen. Hermione turned and looked at Ron with an arched eyebrow. "Harry always locks the door. I remember one time when we were second years… I wanted to play a joke on him by barging into the bathroom… I couldn't get in." Ron then had a pained look on his face. "It's stupid how I didn't think of using Alohomora back then."

"It's a good thing you didn't," Hermione said indignantly. "I'm sure Harry wouldn't like you charging in while he's taking a shower or bath."

"We're both guys…"

"It doesn't matter, Ron! It's rude."

Ron rolled his eyes and continued with his breakfast.

HPDMHPDM

Draco had his mind set on finding his mummy and never heard when Hermione yelled out 'knock first'. He stopped in front of the bathroom door and twisted the door knob; the door gave way and Draco stepped inside.

It was quiet, but Draco could feel the warmth of the hot water that was used not too long ago. All Draco saw were a foggy mirror and some wrinkled clothes hanging out of the hamper. A towel was missing so Hermione was correct about Harry taking a shower. Draco pouted and left the bathroom.

"Mummy?"

Draco padded towards Harry's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, to Draco's delight. The blond boy quickened his pace, stopped for one second before the door, and pushed inside.

HPDMHPDM

Harry had wanted to check if Draco was still sleeping when he got out from the bathroom. However, once he was outside, he heard Draco's voice, asking Hermione where he was. Harry grinned and went to his room so that he could change and be with his little man.

The green eyed teen was now bent over, searching through his drawers for some warm clothing. January had always been the coldest month during the school year.

Harry never heard the small footsteps behind him.

HPDMHPDM

The first thing Draco saw was his mummy's towel-clad bottom. Draco smirked and tiptoed quietly over to where his mum was looking through the drawers for clothes. He was as quiet as a mouse. Even his breathing was slow and even.

The first thought that came to Draco's mind was to scare Harry.

Hey, it didn't matter if his mummy was half naked, with the towel on the verge of slipping off his bum.

Draco reached out. All he wanted was to give his mama a pat on his back and shout "Boo". He wanted to giggle; his mum still hadn't noticed he was inside the room! Draco was proud that he could be very silent when he wanted to be. Then, Draco stopped about three feet behind Harry. He tilted his head and stared at the white towel wrapped around his mummy's bum.

Mama's gonna catch the sniffles… All he has on is the towel!

It would be just terrible if his mummy became sick.

"Mama, why aren't you wearing your jumper?!" Draco shouted suddenly; Harry squeaked and straightened himself, spun around and stared down at the small boy.

His heart was beating a hundred times a minute.

"Draco! W-what… When did you come inside? Oh for Merlin's sake…" Harry stuttered. He brought the wool sweater he chose up to his chest, trying to cover his naked upper torso. His grip on his towel became just a bit tighter.

It certainly wouldn't do well if it fell down.

"Why are you covering yourself, mama? You'll get the sniffles! And then your nose will be all runny… Mama, are you listening?" Draco asked when all Harry did was staring with his mouth opened. "Don't use the jumper to cover." Draco looked away from Harry's chest and down to his hips. "And you need trousers!" Draco emphasized the fact by pointing at Harry's crotch.

By this time, Harry was feeling very hot. There Draco was, staring at him with innocence, telling him what to do, and pointing straight at his crotch.

If Harry wasn't feeling so embarrassed, he would've laughed.

"Draco… Mama can't dress if you're staring at me," Harry said after getting his nerves back. "Why don't you go back outside and wait? Then we can have breakfast together."

"Why? You're always there when I dress," Draco reasoned, not knowing why Harry wanted him out. "You see me naked all the time." Draco pouted and crossed his arms. "It's the same thing."

Yes, I see you naked all the time now, but I would probably burst a vein if I saw you naked as a teen. Harry thought; he mentally rolled his eyes.

"No, it's not," Harry said patiently after he was done with his thoughts. "You're a little boy and I'm… a bigger boy." When Draco's lips started trembling, Harry knelt down in front of him, mindful of his towel. "Little boys do not look at grown-ups when they dress. It's not polite." Draco opened his mouth to retort but Harry placed his fingertip on his lips. "I'm there when you are dressing because you need help sometimes. Mama's there when you need help, right?"

Draco nodded his head begrudgingly. "Yes, mama, you help me when I need it." Draco then reached out and touched the sweater Harry was holding with one hand. "I think I know now… I don't want to be rude to you, mummy. Draco will be good…" He smiled softly and leaned in to give Harry a kiss on the lips. "I'll wait for you outside, mama."

Harry ruffled Draco's hair, eliciting a giggle from the boy. "Go on, love. I'll be outside shortly."

Draco beamed and skipped away, leaving Harry alone to dress.

Wow… that was close.

"He would've gotten an eyeful… and he would start asking questions," Harry muttered to himself. He stood up and finally dressed for the day.

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"Draco? I thought you were looking for you mum. Where's Harry?" Hermione had caught sight of the slightly confused looking Draco as the blond walked into the living room.

Draco turned his head slightly and frowned at the witch. "Mummy's dressing… I found him almost naked."

"WHAT?!" Both Hermione and Ron exclaimed at the same time.

Draco blushed when the older teens gawked at him. That didn't come out right.

"Mummy had a towel on… I think I scared him when I screamed out… and mama used his jumper to cover himself," Draco said, fixing his mistake in saying Harry was almost naked. "Mama told me to wait outside because it's rude to be there when a big boy is dressing." Draco recited exactly what his mummy told him earlier.

"Draco," Hermione sighed, "I told you to knock before going in."

"I didn't hear you say that!" Draco grouched. Ron looked amused.

"Harry didn't lock the bathroom door?"

Draco shook his head at the redhead. "Mama was in the bedroom. The door was open. And I didn't mean to make mummy think I was being rude—"

"You weren't being rude, love." Harry's voice floated out. A second later, the brunet appeared dressed in a dark blue jumper, a pair of black trousers, and white socks. Draco's whole face lit up, all the gloom gone, and ran to his mum.

"Mum, you're dressed! I'm hungry! Let's have breakfast," Draco urged; he took Harry by the hand and dragged the green-eyed teen to the kitchen. "I think it's almost lunch time… Miney and Ron ate breakfast ages ago." Draco made a wide gesture with his free arm. "You take too long, mama."

Harry laughed and let himself be pulled along.

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.: Tuesday, January 7, 1998 – 11:43 a.m. five years five months old :.

"Mama, promise you'll be careful," Draco whispered worriedly into Harry's ears. "I don't want you to get hurt again, like last time."

Harry smiled and kissed Draco's temple. "I wasn't hurt. My robe was smoking, that's all."

"Yeah… but still…" Draco looked at his mum unhappily.

Harry had Draco in his arms, standing in his DADA classroom. It was one of those days where the students had to practice firing defensive spells at his or her partner. Once again, Harry had to leave Draco at the side. When the blond leaned in, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, the brunet began rubbing Draco's small back. He knew Draco was worried, just like all the other times when he had to watch Harry from the sidelines.

"I promise that I'll be really careful, alright?" Harry bounced the worried child. Draco giggled and nodded against the side of Potter's neck.

"One day, I'll protect mama myself," Draco vowed. "I'll use my magic and protect mummy from bad hexes."

"My little hero," Harry gushed; Draco pulled away from Harry's shoulder and beamed at the brunet. He leaned in and kissed Harry's cheek.

Harry had noticed that Draco's been doing that a lot lately. Kissing. Whenever Draco had the chance, the boy would land a kiss on Harry's cheek, chin, nose, and last but not least, his lips. Harry had tried so hard to not think of the kisses as intimate but innocent ones. Like how a son would give his mother kisses. But everytime Draco gave him innocent kisses his mind would play tricks on him. Instead of looking at a five-year-old, Harry would see the face of the seventeen-year-old Draco. Then, Harry would promptly blush.

He gave up on thinking too hard now. Harry always felt warm and fluffy inside his chest when Draco kissed him. It wasn't like the normal Draco would do such an outrageous thing to him.

Nope. Never.

"I'll be watching you, mummy," Draco said in a singsong tone. Harry glanced down into liquid mercury eyes and smiled.

"I can always count on you to save me, can't I?" Harry asked. Draco nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course!"

Harry chuckled and set the blond down on the ground. Draco gave Harry one last hug around his legs before going to the side of the huge classroom. When Draco sat down in a chair, which had become his chair ever since Draco had been to class with Harry, the blond waved at Harry. Potter waved back before going over to Ron.

HPDMHPDM

"Mama! You know how Ron fired that blue light at you? It was like… ZAP! And then you stepped to the side… I knew Ron couldn't hit you, mummy. Then you did the swish and flick, and Ron's wand went flying!"

Draco was walking beside the green-eyed teen, all the while making exaggerated gestures with his hands as he talked. There was a sparkle in those silver eyes.

"But… after Ron got his wand back, he almost hit you with another spell! I was chewing my nails…" Draco tugged at Harry's hand and made the brunet look down. He then waved his fingers for Harry to see. "I wanted to run up to you because I promised I would protect you, mama… but then I thought that you will be mad at me. You always told me to stay in my chair and never run anywhere. I listened to you, mummy."

"It's a good thing you did, Draco. I would be worried rather than upset though," Harry said; he bent down and scooped the child up. Tapping Draco's nose, Harry mock pouted. "If you got hurt, mama would be really upset."

"Never!" Draco cried. He then buried his face into Harry's neck. "I like it better when you laugh, mama… I don't like seeing you sad."

"I can say the same thing for you, love."

"Do I make you smile everyday, mummy?"

"Yes, you make my days bright, Draco."

"That's good. I love you, mum. Do you love me?"

"Of course I do, silly. My love for you is boundless."

"What does that mean?" Draco asked.

"It means my love have no end… It goes on."

"Even if I did something bad and made you mad?"

"Even then."

Draco giggled.

"Well… then my love for you is boundless, too, mama."

If only you would say that when you're back to normal again…

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A/N: -picks out fluff from my frizzy hair- As I promised, I will be giving out chocolate chip cookies. Store-brought ones :P Cuz I don't know how to bake lol.

Darn it, the dividing line doesn't show up! NOOOO! I'm sorry if the my line of zeros looked a bit odd ;x

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