No Day But Today Drabbles

Summary: As the title may suggest, these are drabbles for my story No Day But Today. Technically they can be read alone, but I wouldn't recommend it; full understanding requires reading the story. HP/DM slash. Implied mpreg. Non-magic AU. Very few are in chronological order timeline wise.

Author's Note: For some reason, this little bit gave me an almost headache inducing amount of trouble. I don't know what it is… In other news, I am totally in love with the request I have been getting. They are absolutely magical! So thank you, love you all.

Note: Feel free to request drabbles (any time frame - past/present/future). I'll need a prompt or a title.

Nanny Draco, Part Four: Days 1 and 2

Word Count: 722

Draco stepped up to the job presented to him with a clear head and a focused plan. "We're all alone here together, Cai," he told the baby seriously. "We have to make this situation work as best we can, because if we don't they'll never find my body and you'll never see me again. And you love seeing me, don't you?" Draco cooed to the baby who smiled widely up at him. Draco smiled back and then looked around the sitting room where he found himself in.

He'd been given specific 'instructions' by Mr. Snape about what he was allowed to touch and not touch and the latter list was significantly longer than the former so that ruled out most things in this room besides the sofa, coffee table and television. However, Harry didn't like Cailean being sat in front of the TV so that left this part of the house to be not very entertaining. "How about we go up to your nursery, hmm?" Draco asked the baby already walking towards the stairs. "We'll find something fun in there and play until lunch time and than maybe a story and a nap?"

Cailean babbled a bit and Draco took that to mean that the idea was agreeable. He grinned. "We're going to have so much fun."

With enthusiasm that wholly fit the baby's energy, Draco dove into playtime and when the lunch hour did come, both were thoroughly exhausted. Cailean ate his jarred food with no fuss and by the time Draco sat him down to read him a story, he'd fallen asleep. Feeling triumphant Draco joined him for the small nap, knowing from Harry's own experience that if he didn't take advantage of the times Cailean slept he'd be in trouble.

After waking, Cailean was almost stoically quiet but being around the baby as much as he was left Draco unconcerned, the child was always much less playful after sleeping. More playtime and dinner passed without fanfare and Draco was immensely self-pleased as he put Cailean to sleep that night.

The second day was not so much fun. Cailean woke up in the morning content from the energetic day he and Draco had had the day before but Draco found himself at a bit of a loss. "What does Harry do all day?" he muttered more to himself than Cailean as he tried to feed him breakfast. Cai, as wide awake as he was, would have none of it and after altering between trying to grab the spoon from Draco, refusing to open his mouth and sticking his hand in the smashed mess that used to be apple sauce and small slices of pancakes, Draco handed the utensil over and allowed Cailean to attempt to feed himself. He was uncoordinated and the mess would be hell to clean up but it kept the baby happy. "What does Adrain do all day?"

His mind was blank as to what to do to keep Cailean occupied. They must have played with every toy the baby owned yesterday (and considering how many he himself had bought, that was a lot), had taken a nap and had read their way through the first shelf of children's books (not that it was really reading, more like Draco holding Cailean in his lap reading aloud one or two words before Cailean turned the page harshly to see all the pictures before throwing the book aside to reach for the next one). What was left to be done?

Draco contemplated as he picked Cailean up, hardly grimacing at the mess his shirt was becoming, and took him upstairs to the bathroom. Bathing the babe went quickly and after watching Harry do it endless times, Draco was sure he'd done well. After that, the day progressed almost unbearably slowly. Playtime wasn't as enthusiastic as it had been and Cailean was fussy by noon.

It wasn't a problem per say, just a bit frustrating, and that's exactly what Draco told Harry when the boy called to check in on him. The younger boy sympathized but his only advice was to keep busy, the ultimate goal was to wear Cailean out. They didn't have to necessarily play with toys, though that was a guarantee to hold Cai's attention, any activity would do. As long as it wasn't dangerous of course.