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Chapter Two: Harry Turns Three
Draco woke up with a start as he glanced around the cold room. Hoping it was just a dream; he took his wand from the side of his bed and whispered, "Lumos." He pointed the wand to the side, and he closed his eyes irritably as he saw a crib there.
[Damn it, it wasn't a dream. Fuck.] he thought as he checked the clock on the nightstand. The red numbers glowed in the dark, reading '7:52 AM'. Draco groaned and was pulling the covers over his head to go back to sleep when he heard a small sound from the direction of the crib. Eyes fluttering open, he moaned loudly as the small sound turned into a hesitant voice.
"D-Draco?" Harry squeaked out, and Draco could hear him turning over in the crib. Draco signed heavily before throwing off the covers, and looking skyward, he mouthed, "Why, Why me?"
Sitting up on his bed, he rubbed his eyes, and stretched again before he opened the curtains. Turning around, he could see Harry looking at him over his crib, smiling toothily at him. The shirt he was wearing now fitting his size exactly, but the brown and orange stains remained. Draco's eyes widened as he looked at Harry, observing the obvious change in the Gryffindor's appearance.
Harry looked considerably older than yesterday. His long black hair had grown out over his eyes, his two front teeth were missing in his smile, and his green eyes shone with recognition as he looked at Draco.
"Draco! It's morning!" he cried out happily, as Draco took a cautious step nearer. Harry didn't seem to notice, but Draco asked quietly, "Potter, how old are you?"
Harry looked at him and grinned proudly, holding up four fingers as he said, "Three! I'm three years old." Draco let out a breath he was holding and stepped up so that he was right next to Harry. Holding his hand out, he fixed Harry's fingers so that three fingers were raised instead of four. Draco smiled absently at the small child and picked him up, setting him upright on the floor.
"You-you were in my dreams, Draco! You were giving me a piggyback!" He bounced happily around the room, his black hair getting messier by the second. Draco stared in amazement at the amount of energy Harry exhibited at this time of morning. He shook his head as he went to the shelf that supported Harry's clothes* and grabbed the pile marked "3".
He looked at Harry curiously, before asking, "Do I need to give you a shower or a bath or anything? Or… is that at the end of the day?"
Harry just looked at him blankly, his bright green eyes raking over Draco's body. "Later. I don't want to take a bath. Yuck." He stuck out his tongue as Draco sighed and motioned with his hand for Harry to come to him. Harry darted forward with a skip in his step.
"Hold up your arms, Potter. Help me put this on you," he said to Harry, his lips thinning into a line in irritation as Harry started to spin around. Harry stopped when he saw the seriousness in Draco's face and raised his arms, letting Draco take off his messy shirt and throw it in the hamper. He stood quietly as Draco put a red light shirt on him and watched as Draco took off his dirty blue pants and underwear, his hands still in the air.
"Potter, you can put your hands down now," he said as he helped Harry into clean white children's underwear and tan cotton shorts. Harry put down his hands slowly, smiling almost slyly as he looked at Draco.
Even though Draco was kneeling down he was slightly taller than Harry. He smirked at the toddler. "Imagine, me, taking care of the great Harry Potter. What a joke." He sneered at Harry, but Harry just put his hands back up again and twirled around. Draco watched him, amused though he didn't show it, and stood up, towering over the toddler.
The Slytherin changed quickly into his day robes, glancing at Harry every once in a while, watching him twirl.
"Potter, come on. Breakfast." He almost laughed out loud as Harry fell down dizzily when he stopped twirling. Draco smirked at Harry as he tried to get up, but failed, wobbling unsteadily until he plopped down on the carpeted floor. He looked up at Draco helplessly and held out his hand; afraid he might fall if he stood up again.
Draco sighed, leaning down and pulling Harry up, but when he tried to pull his hand away, Harry grasped it tightly. He started to pull Draco to the door but couldn't move his caretaker an inch. "Potter, it's eight in the morning. "Slow down," he said, exasperated, as he let Harry pull him along, the eager toddler grinning excitedly up at him.
As they left Draco's room, Draco sighed in relief when he saw that the common room was empty. [They must be asleep or already in the Great Hall.] He sighed again, this time in irritation, as he felt Harry tug him to the crack in the wall, the boy pulling him persistently after he locked his door.
Walking to the great Hall holding Draco's hand, Harry was merrily bouncing around. Draco wondered where he got all that energy, not noticing a pair of third year Hufflepuff girls watch them as they walked, or rather, skipped by them.
Upon reaching the Great Hall with Harry in the lead, Draco pulled his hand back from Harry's, putting it in his pocket while Harry looked up at him quizzically. Draco opened the door and walked in brusquely, reddening as he felt a hundred pairs of eyes on him. He made his way to the Gryffindor table to drop Harry off, not meeting any of the curious gazes as he did so. He heard the joyful feet of Harry trailing behind him and felt the small hand of Harry's lace with his own. He didn't have the heart to let go. Finally picking up his head, he strode over to where Ron and Hermione were chatting quietly, looking at him and at Harry.
Picking up Harry under his arms, he sat the three-year old in between Hermione and Ron before smirking down at him and heading towards the Slytherin table.
He sat at the Slytherin table in a huff and finally had the grace to look up at everyone, his gaze sweeping the room. Only a moment later he felt a tug on his shirt and he turned around in surprise. Seeing no one, he lowered his eyes and met Harry's green gaze.
He nearly groaned as he said quietly, "Potter, what are you doing here?"
Harry didn't notice the apparent disapproval. Instead he grinned and tried to get up on the bench, without much success.
Draco just stared at him and looked across the hall at Hermione and Ron who shrugged helplessly, looking back at him. Actually, Hermione was the one who shrugged helplessly; Ron was giving him a menacing glare. He sighed as he looked back down at Harry, who was again trying to get up on the bench so he could sit beside Draco.
"Potter, this is for Slytherins. You are a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin." Draco said to him, his lips turning into a frown as Harry looked up at him helplessly, those green eyes silently asking him for a lift onto the bench. Draco sighed again as Harry tried to push himself up and finally helped him up, picking him up by his arms.
Harry grinned widely as he was safely installed at the table, looking around at everyone before picking up a fork and a knife and thumping it on the table loudly.
"Potter! Stop that!" Draco immediately grabbed the utensils away from Harry, giving him a severe look. Harry just looked back at him with big, wide eyes before he looked at his empty plate. "Honestly, this cannot go on. I demand they find a cure at once," he complained half to himself.
"Draco, I'm hungry. I want some chocolate." Harry said, his high voice making Draco's fellow Slytherins snicker. Draco glared at them before he turned to Harry. "No, you will have pancakes. No chocolate."
Harry pouted as Draco lifted five or six pancakes into his plate, and he stared wide-eyed as Draco gave him a fork. Harry was barely able to peer over the table, his lack of height quite obvious. He looked at Draco as the Slytherin cut up his own pancakes, ignoring all the stares that were aimed at him. Harry stuck the fork in the topmost pancake before lifting it to take a bite. Without warning it slipped off the fork to the floor, emitting a loud plopping sound. Draco groaned.
Harry just stared at the pancake on the floor before tugging Draco's shirt. "Draco… the pancake fell on the floor!"
"Yes, I know, Potter." Draco said, removing his hands from his face long enough to cut the remaining pancakes into bite-sized pieces for the Gryffindor. When he felt Pansy tugging on his shirt, he turned to her in frustration.
"What?!" he barked out, making her cower back slightly.
She regained her composure and stared blankly back at him. "Why did you bring him over here?"
He stared at her in disbelief, unaware that Harry was making a mess of himself beside him. "I did no such thing, Parkinson," he growled, "In case you decide to use your eyes, you would have noticed that Potter followed me to this table, and I believe that no one wants him to cry this early in the morning." He sneered at her, his temper getting the better at him.
Pansy sighed impatiently, "Can't they find a cure for this? I'm your girlfriend, Draco." She gave a fake, sweet smile as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her girly perfume making him nauseated.
"You may be my girlfriend, Pansy, but you are being an immature one at that," he retorted, rolling his eyes when she fluttered her eyelashes back at him.
He pulled back from her slowly, turning his head and looking beside him at Harry.
He closed his eyes in irritation as he saw what awaited him. There was brown syrup all over Harry's shirt* and crumbs everywhere, including in his hair. Seeing the fork on the floor, he looked at Harry's hands, which were covered in pancake crumbs and syrup. Draco's hands clenched into fists as he looked Harry over.
"Damn it, Potter, it's only the second day and you can't manage to… argh!" He stood up, glaring down at the toddler who was looking up at him with a pout. He turned around to his fellow Slytherins who were staring at him and let out a growl from the back of his throat.
"Stop. Staring. This isn't a muggle show." He told them, the anger evident in his voice.
They looked away instantly; they didn't want to get on Draco's bad side. He looked at Harry again who was climbing off of the bench quickly, syrup dripping down his shirt. Draco quickly grabbed Harry's small arm, jerking him back. "Potter. Stay. Don't move." He watched as Harry started to twirl again.
He glanced up when he heard several Hufflepuff girls go "Awwww." He stared in horror at them, and looked sideways to see Ron and Hermione coming up to him. He looked gratefully at Hermione, but sent Ron a scowl.
Hermione stepped in front of Draco looking down at the twirling Harry. She looked up to him and smirked, "It's only the second day Malfoy, can't even keep him from making a mess out of himself?"
He scowled at her and said under his breath, "Sod off, Mudblood". He looked up to see Ron glaring angrily at him, vaguely aware that Harry was also staring at him.
"Don't call her that, Malfoy," he said plainly. He looked down at Harry and tried to pick him up, but Harry squirmed out from his grasp and hid behind Draco.
They both watched as Harry peeked out behind Draco's leg, staring up at Ron and Hermione. Draco pulled him by his shirt so that Harry was in front of him, and dusted out the crumbs with his hands, aware of the sticky syrup all over Harry's mouth.
"Disgusting Potter. You are absolutely disgusting." He gave a sour face as he pushed Harry towards Hermione non-to-gently. "Take him, I don't want this job anymore." He glared at her, then at Harry. Harry cowered a bit, but he continued to look back at Draco with those big green eyes.
"Malfoy, you know you have no choice…" she trailed off as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I do have a choice. I. Don't. Want. Him." Draco said, and started to back up slowly. The toddler's bottom lip started to tremble and the blonde haired Slytherin stopped in his tracks, praying that Harry wouldn't cry.
Harry held out his hands and stepped away from Hermione, his bottom lip now trembling violently, but he still wasn't crying as he stepped in front of Draco. Draco watched as Harry choked out, "Draco?" still holding up his hands so Draco could carry him.
[I can't do this. Oh fuck. Someone help me. ] He said to himself as he looked back down at the child, Harry's arms still stretched upwards. He looked around to Ron and Hermione who were giving him a meaningful glance, to everyone around in the room who were waiting to see what he was going to do, then, finally, to Pansy, who's brow was furrowed thoughtfully.
Sighing, knowing somehow he would regret this, he picked Harry up, noticing that Harry was much heavier than last night. He felt slim, small arms go around his neck in an embrace and hug him tightly, and the smell of baby powder surrounded his nose. He was also aware that his robes were probably dirty now from Harry's earlier mess and he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.
He looked at the Head table and sent a glare at the headmaster who smiled back at him appreciatively before turning around and carrying Harry out of the Great Hall, not once looking back.
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Four hours later he exited the Great Hall the second time following a blessedly uneventful lunch, looking behind him once in a while to see Harry trailing along behind him, looking excitedly at the paintings. He wondered how a kid like this could have so much energy! Ron and Hermione were trailing behind both of them, talking quietly.
"Potter, we are going to the Quidditch field. I need to practice for tomorrow," he said curtly, mainly to Harry and not the other Gryffindors. He regretted that he wasn't walking fast enough when Harry came beside him and held his hand.
He stopped instantly and looked down at him, his brow furrowed in anger. "Potter, let's get this straight. Do not hold my hand." He jerked his hand away from Harry's and put both of them in his robe pockets. He looked away when Harry's bottom lip started to tremble once again and kept on walking. He didn't glance back but his steps faltered as he heard Harry let out a choked sob, becoming louder and louder by the second that he stood there.
"Um… Malfoy?" Hermione's tentative voice rang out through the corridor above Harry's crying. He didn't turn around, but asked irritably, "What Granger?"
"Um…" She started, and she said something else but Draco couldn't hear her over Harry's howling. He turned around instinctively and instantly regretted it when he saw a pitiful face right in front of him. Harry held up his arms to be held again.
He looked up to see Ron's hands over his ears, and Hermione's face scrunched up in a cringe. They both looked desperately at Draco to comfort Harry. The three-year-old had started bouncing in his spot and Draco instantly recognized the symptoms of an imminent temper tantrum.
Draco didn't give in that easily; he just stared down at Harry, whose face was becoming obscured by his tears and the saliva dribbling down the side of his mouth. He bounced in place and stamped his feet, wanting to be held. He howled loudly, and when Draco wouldn't pick him up, he clung desperately to the Slytherin's leg, holding it tightly.
Draco put his head in his hands tiredly, and without opening his eyes he slid* his hands down and picked up the crying toddler, releasing a loud breath as he realized that all the saliva, snot and tears would now be on his expensive robes. [Aw shite, these were new from mother.] He told himself, knowing that they would probably have spit and snot all over the black material.
He gave Hermione and Ron a hateful sneer before he turned around, exhaling another loud breath in relief as Harry's crying changed into ragged breaths. He quickly walked to the hospital wing lost in his own thoughts, now aware of Harry's quiet breathing on his neck, the scent of baby powder surrounding him.
He trailed up the stairs that lead to the hospital wing with fluid and a graceful motion and peeked in, looking around for Madam Pomfrey. He saw her attending a first year that looked like he had scraped his knee on something.
He asked quietly, hoping not to irritate her, "Madam Pomfrey? Can Potter stay here?" He heard Ron and Hermione come in behind him.
She looked up at him seriously before she nodded and pointed to an empty bed, and Draco quickly laid the now-sleeping Harry down. He turned to leave when Ron grabbed his shoulder forcefully.
"Malfoy, where the hell do you think you're going?"
Draco smirked as he remembered this is exactly what happened yesterday, and he shrugged off Ron's shoulder as he made his way backwards towards the door. "I'm going to Quidditch practice, Weasel." He smirked as he turned his body around.
"You are supposed to take care of him!" Hermione exclaimed, but Draco was already out the door as he called out behind him, "I'll be back at 5:30!"
And away Draco went to the Quidditch field, lost in his own thoughts again.
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The defeated looking Hermione turned towards Ron, and he gave her a reassuring smile as he sat in a chair beside Harry's bed. He was quiet as he sat down, praying that he wouldn't wake up the three-year-old. Harry didn't stir a bit, hopelessly tired from his temper tantrum.
He patted the space beside him for Hermione and she sat down heavily, giving Ron a defeated look.
"What's happening Ron? Why doesn't Harry like us?"
He looked away from her, a pensive look on his face. "I have no idea… but… that is not the part that bothers me. The part that makes me mad is the fact that he is clinging to Malfoy. Malfoy, of all people!" He let out in an angry whisper, getting a scared look on his face as he saw Harry stir.
Hermione turned away briefly, her face buried in her hands. She felt Ron's arm go around her shoulder, whispering comforting words in her ear.
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Draco was hardly paying attention to his beaters on the team as they stupidly began to swap each other on the butt with their sticks. Usually he would have barked at them about horse playing, but his thoughts were on something else.
He was remembering the baby powder scent that surrounded Harry. He remembered Harry looking so vulnerable, so small and quiet… well, except for the temper tantrums, but other than that…
He snapped to attention when he saw a fluttering ball in front of him, and almost lazily, he reached out and snatched it.
He opened his palm slowly, watching the golden ball flutter, almost smiling sweetly up at him.
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Draco walked slowly up the stairs to the hospital wing, still clad in his Quidditch Robes. Hot, sweaty, and breathing hard, he glanced down at his watch that read 5:25 before opening the door.
As soon as he stepped in, he turned sideways to see Ron and Hermione holding a sniffling baby. He smirked as he stepped closer, and his eyes taking in the excited expression of the small child. Harry tumbled out of Ron's grasp and ran over to him.
"Draco!" he cried out happily, hugging the Slytherin's thigh. Draco noticed there were tearstains mixed along with today's breakfast and lunch on Harry's shirt. He looked up to see Ron and Hermione looking relieved.
"What the hell happened?" he asked sharply, not liking one bit that Harry had been crying. He flinched slightly as soon as the words left his mouth appalled that he sounded concerned, even in his own ears.
"He was looking for you when he woke up. That was 20 minutes ago, and we said you would be back," answered Hermione, leaning in closer to Ron's shoulder. Draco raised an eyebrow at this.
"And what have you two been up too?" he asked, smirking, and instantly Ron and Hermione stepped apart, Ron blushing furiously. He shook his head as they were trying to explain and looked back down at Harry.
"You're a mess." He said plainly, his face turning sour as he observed how messy.
"You're a mess!" Harry giggled as he twirled around again. He took one of Draco's fingers in his hands and held on to it. "Where did you go?" he asked in a high voice.
Draco didn't answer as Harry began to twirl around holding his finger. He watched as Harry made another twirl. "Did you go flying?"
"Yes, I did." Draco smirked down at the boy as he continued to twirl around holding his finger.
"Ron said you suck!"
Hermione burst out laughing, and Ron was trying to put on a mocking frown. He looked at Harry sternly. "Harry, I did not."
Harry stopped twirling for a moment and smiled at Ron. "Yes you did! You said Draco was stupid and ugly and couldn't get a sha-!" but his mouth was covered by Ron's hand.
Draco stared angrily at Ron before speaking. "Watch your mouth, Weasel, or you might not be able to talk at all."
Ron sneered at him as he let Harry go, and instantly the toddler started running around the room, particularly amusing one Hufflepuff girl who was lying on a bed in the other side of the room. "Is that a threat Malfoy? Tsk, tsk, you should never threaten another student, especially when you're head boy this year. And in front of a child!"
Draco moved forward menacingly before glaring at him. "Don't tempt me to kill you, Weasel, because I will. I don't honestly care what age Potter is, he will obviously see some violence before the bloody week is over, and whatever you say I can be covered by Professor Snape. So just shut it."
Ron just smirked at him then looked away as Harry took Draco's hand again. "Draco! I'm hungry! Can I have some chocolate now? You promised I could have some this morning!"
Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry and slowly pulled his hand away, putting it into his pocket. "No. No chocolate. Come on, I need to change first."
He pushed Harry towards the door, leaving the incredulous Ron and Hermione staring after him.
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They didn't get to his room until about an hour later, having been waylaid by Blaise, who would not leave him alone. Harry immediately went to the toys and started playing with them, taking out a plastic sword.
Draco looked around his room and his eyes immediately caught hold of Harry's new bed. It was a small cot located at the other side of the room, covered in white sheets. He looked back to his desk and saw that there was one plate there filled with a peanut butter sandwich, another plate filled with spaghetti. He sneered as he muttered, "Damned house elves. This is disgusting."
He looked at his watch; it now read 8:30 PM. He was glad Dumbledore had some brains to acknowledge he would be exhausted by the end of the day. No doubt it was under the Headmaster's orders that the house elves brought Draco some food instead of forcing him to go to the Great Hall. Draco was in no mood to go to the Great Hall anyway, not with Pansy there.
Sighing, he picked up the peanut butter sandwich and a sippy cup and put it on the floor before he looked up at the grinning toddler.
"Potter, eat this. I'm going to take a shower." Draco mentally added that he would have to give Harry one as well; he wouldn't have had any kid look the way Harry did. His hair had grown a bit during the day so that it was past his eyes; his arms had syrup all over, his shirt was overflowing with crumbs of all sorts, and his hair was equally disgusting.
Making sure his door was locked so Harry wouldn't escape, he went in the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, his thoughts on several things that day.
When he came back, Harry was happily bouncing around the room with his sword, swapping everything around him. He didn't see Draco emerge from the bathroom as he flung his sword, and pretty soon, Draco let out a yell.
"Bloody hell! Potter, damn, watch that thing!" He cried as he rubbed his shins that now sported a red mark. He closed his eyes in the slight throbbing and snatched at the sword with his right hand, flinging it on the bed.
Several minutes later when he thought he could breath, he opened his eyes to stare at Harry, who was staring back at him in silence. He looked at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the floor and turned back to Harry.
"You don't want to eat?" he asked quietly, still rubbing his shins as he sat on his desk chair, grabbing the plate of spaghetti. Twirling the fork, he watched as Harry came closer cautiously, eyeing the spaghetti with interest.
Draco looked back down to this spaghetti and looked back at Harry. Immediately, he brought it closer, as in protecting it away from the toddler.
"You get the sandwich, I worked hard for this bloody spaghetti. Go away," he said immaturely, still aware of the hunger in Harry's eyes as Harry eyed the spaghetti, now right beside Draco. His hands were on Draco's knees as he peered over the plate, licking his lips.
"Is that spa… spa… ghetti, Draco?" he asked quietly, still trying to peer over the plate as Draco lifted it over his head. He pouted as he looked above him, then he looked back at Draco.
Draco drawled, part of his amused by this, part of him aggravated. "Yes, and it's mine, you get the sandwich."
"But I don't want the sandwich, Draco! I want the spa-spa-ghetti! I want it!" he whined as he gave Draco another pout. Harry started bouncing in his place, and Draco closed his eyes in impatience as he felt another temper tantrum coming on.
The slytherin brought down the plate as he watched Harry's face change from pouting to glee. "I want the spaghetti too, so you have to share." Draco got up from the chair so Harry could sit in it.
"But I don't want the sandwich, Draco! I want the spa-spa-ghetti! I want it!" he whined as he gave Draco another pout. Harry started bouncing in his place, and Draco closed his eyes in impatience as he sensed another temper tantrum coming on.
"I know you want it, bloody hell, but we will share it. Do you know what sharing is?" Draco rolled his eyes as Harry eagerly put the plate on the table, and then struggled to get up himself. He managed to get in the chair by himself as Draco pushed him closer so he wouldn't make a mess.
As Draco went to the abandoned peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the floor, Harry was eagerly slurping up the noodles, no doubt getting it all over his shirt and face again. When Draco returned, he growled in the back of his neck. "Damn it, Potter. Can't you keep clean for once in your life? Honestly," he went on before he could think of what he was saying, "Didn't your parent's teach you –?"
Draco stopped in mid-sentence as he watched Harry sloppily eat the spaghetti. He couldn't believe he had just said that to a child, Harry Potter no less. Before when he had made similar remarks it was just to get Harry to do something, but he couldn't believe he had said that to a child of his own free will. He looked at Harry who dropped a noodle to the floor.
Sighing, he pushed the chair closer, but not before getting a pillow to prop Harry up. "Lean over. Don't spill, or… or you will get time out or something…" he trailed off as he nibbled on a half of the sandwich. He was too tired to yell at Harry this time, what with dealing with Harry and Quidditch practice. He sat down on his bed and watched as Harry leaned over, and then looked back at him with a smile.
"Share! Here, you can have a bite!" Harry cried gleefully as he slide down the chair, bringing the plate with him that that had only one bite left. Draco looked at the toddler.
"Thanks, Potter," he said quietly and handed Harry the rest of the peanut butter sandwich, which considered to be much more than one bite.
He took the last bite of spaghetti, aware of Harry's eyes on him as the Gryffindor took a bite of the peanut butter sandwich.
After Harry had eaten his shirt was covered in brown and orange sauce. Draco wondered how this kid could be so messy at the same time as energetic. Hell, when he was a kid, being as messy as this led to ugly consequences.
He brought Harry to the bathroom and undressed him, putting the toddler in the bathtub, his shirt having been caught up in the counter corner, his shirt ridding up slightly on his taut stomach. He watched as Harry splashed around.
"Draco! What was that on your tummy?"
Draco looked back at Harry in curiosity as he sat outside the bathtub on the toilet seat. "Are you talking about my belly button ring, Potter?"
"Belly button ring! I want one! It's so shiny Draco! It's really pretty!" Harry exclaimed as Draco closed his eyes, Harry's splashing water soaking his shirt.
Draco smirked as he finished washing up the energetic toddler, dressing him in an oversized shirt.
"Potter, lets get one thing straight," he said to the toddler once they were out of the bathroom. "Tomorrow, you don't hold my hand. Tomorrow, you go with Pansy and stay with her when I play Quidditch. Tomorrow, you will not make a mess out of yourself when eating. Tomorrow, you will act four, is that clear?" he asked, his voice stern as he looked down at the smiling child.
"Yep!" was all Harry could say before he went to his toy stash, and pulling out some blocks.
[Must be a muggle toy.] Draco watched as Harry pushed the Lego's together, grabbing the little people and making them pretend to walk. He watched as Harry let a little Lego man die by jumping off the box. The lego piece was small, mostly yellow, the Slytherin had noticed. There were only two little men in the set, one was a construction worker, the other a pizza man, but Draco just thought they looked rather funny. [Silly muggle inventions] he told himself.
Smirking, he kneeled down and with a few whispered words and a swish of his wand, enchanted the little lego's so that they would act alive. Watching Harry's eyes become wider brought a grin to his face.
He went to do his homework, still exhausted, but aware that as Head Boy he shouldn't shirk any of his responsibilities, despite the unlikely circumstances.
Three hours later, at twelve, his hand cramped and his shoulders tense, he organized his homework for Monday. Turning around, he looked for Harry on the floor. He didn't see him immediately, but his eyes traveled over to his bed, and on top of it lay a sleeping toddler with little lego men cuddled under his chin. Standing up, he removed the enchantment from the toys and put them away, but when he went back to pick Harry up, Harry let out a small whimper.
Sighing tiredly, he tried again to pick Harry up, but Harry just curled tighter into a ball. Sighing in irritation now, but not wanting to wake Harry up, he took off his clothes and clad only in his boxers returned to the boy, towering over him.
He poked him in the shoulder. "Potter, go to your own bed. Go."
Harry didn't wake up, and so Draco tried picking him up again. He managed to carry him, but Harry woke up, whining tiredly. "Draco…" he murmured sleepily. Draco carried him to his cot and laid him down, watching as the boy turned around and opened his eyes.
"Draco? Sing to me?" he asked quietly, still in that high voice.
"I can't sing, Potter."
Harry pouted a bit, still looking up at him with those adorable green eyes. Draco sighed, and started to hum quietly, watching until Harry's eyes closed in a deep slumber. Draco retreated to his bed, exhausted and tired, and fell quickly into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about Harry and Quidditch.
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Next Chapter: Our little Harry turns four years old! What will happen with Quidditch? With Pansy? Ron and Hermione? Is there even a plot, or a back-story to this potion? Keep on reading to find out! ::laughs:: This should be out by Friday, at the most.
Ooooh! I cannot wait to write that one, it's going to be so adorable…shh! I mustn't say anything else... I have to keep people in suspense. :: evil cackle :: Anyway, please review! (Actually, I already written it, but it needs to be beta-ed.)
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