Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, I wish I did, but I don't.
Notes: Wow, I want to thank everyone who reviewed! Thank you so much; you don't know how much I appreciate your comments. I know that Draco is a bit OOC in the first chapter, but think of it this way: Did he really have a choice to go against the headmaster?
Chapter Three: Harry turns four.
Draco's eyes snapped open as he felt something warm and moving at his side. He cautiously moved his head to the right as he saw a little black-haired boy curled spoon like by his body. He watched as the boy turned over so that he would face the slytherin, and Harry gave him a small smile.
"Are you awake?" Harry asked quietly, smiling widely as he poked Draco in the stomach with his finger.
Draco growled as he looked down to where his stomach was poked. "Potter, do not touch me, and why the hell are you in my bed?"
Harry looked innocently up at him and sat up, bouncing slightly as he did so, making Draco's bed squeak. Harry whispered while he leaned closer to Draco, pretending it was a game, "This is the safe house so the people in black won't get us! Shhh, you will wake them up, Draco!" Harry giggled as he put the comforter over him, kicking Draco in the stomach as he did so.
Draco tried to stay patient as he clenched his teeth together. Grabbing the blanket and throwing it off Harry, he sat up and glared at him. "I am this close," he showed how much with his fingers, almost pressing his thumb and forefinger together, "to hurting you. Child or not, I am very, very close." He growled again as he got out of his bed, groaning as he saw what time it was.
"Bloody hell, you wanker, it's only eight AM." He mumbled as he pulled Harry off his bed. He looked down at the grinning boy as Harry went to the toy stack, taking out the plastic sword again. Draco snatched it out of his hand quickly before Harry could hit him again in the shins.
"No, play with those muggle blocks or something. The sword is off limits." He said grumpily as he walked to his closet to deposit it. He froze in mid action as he remembered what day it was. Quidditch Game, Ravenclaw VS Slytherin. He looked back at the child who was playing with the lego and considered his options.
[I could leave him here…] He thought to himself as Harry got disinterested with the lego and started bouncing around his room. He watched as Harry fell after a while with a thud, and Draco quickly dismissed that thought. [No, he would probably kill himself, stupid sod. I could leave him with Pansy…] He cringed as he put the sword away in a high place so Harry wouldn't get it. The sword wasn't sharp, but there were some sharp edges here and there.
[I'll ask her, that sniveling woman would do anything for me.] He said to himself as he got his clothes ready for that day, putting it in his bag so he could change into his Quidditch robes later in the locker room. He peeked out of his windows, and saw that the weather looked like it was going to rain.
Going back to his closet, he put an extra set of robes in his bag, waterproof, which was expensive, and he instantly got struck with an idea. Giving an amused grin, he looked at the jumping toddler, and looked back in his closet, grinning like an idiot and wondering how much he would pay for what he was going to do later.
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Fifteen minutes later, Draco came out grinning widely as Harry trailed behind him in a green shirt and blue pants, and what was remarkably a slytherin colored hat and scarf. He gave Harry a Slytherin flag, with letters that said, 'Draco is sexy' flashing in green and silver, making the flag look attractive. [Weasley and the Mudblood will kill me, but it is so worth it.] He thought to himself as he looked over the happy child again. [In fact, Potter will probably kill me when he finds out what I did.] Draco even told Harry what to cheer for when he told Harry that he would be 'playing a game' today. He turned around and stopped Harry for a moment, smirking. "Now, who are you going to cheer for?"
"Sly-Slytherins!" Harry cried happily, and Draco snorted as Harry waved the flag eagerly, the flashing letters making him grin. He turned around again and kept on walking down the corridor.
He peeked around and looked in the common room, seeing several younger years talking excitedly about the game today. He sneered instantly as he saw the back of Pansy's head, her sitting on the couch, but quickly put on what he hoped was a charming smile as he crept up behind her.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, she almost jumped a mile and she turned around in rapid motion, her face turning into a scowl, but seeing it was Draco, she put on a fake smile again. Draco hated that smile with a passion.
"Morning Parkinson." He smirked slightly, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see that she was trying to put the 'Witch Weekly's Most Gorgeous Men' out of his site. She smiled up at him, fluttering her eyelashes as she chirped, "Morning Draco dearest!" She leaned up for a kiss, closing her eyes and slightly puckering her lips.
Draco smirked down at her and leaned down, kissing her briefly on her lips, and he closed his eyes, nauseated at the smell of her perfume. He wasn't sure if she put too much on, or that the perfumed really did smell that way. He tried not to cringe as he pulled away quickly.
"How are you today, beautiful?" He almost choked out the words as he saw in the corner of his eyes Harry peer over the couch at her, the sparkling flag making him smile again.
Pansy certainly looked surprised at this, but she smiled up at him anyway. "I'm doing exquisitely well, Draco. How about you?" She frowned as Harry smiled at her slightly, bowing his head in a shy smile. When his hat fell off, Draco sighed and bent down, muttering, "Potter is an absolute nuisance." As he put the hat back on Harry's head, making sure it wouldn't fall off this time.
He turned back to Pansy, answering her question, "I'm doing well, it would be brighter, though, if Potter wasn't with me." He sneered back down at the boy, but Harry was looking at the other Slytherins with interest. The blonde haired slytherin decided to ask what he came down here for.
"Pansy, dear, do you think you can watch Potter today when I play?" He smirked down at her.
Pansy's expression changed from disbelief to amusement. "Oh you are so funny Dray!" She giggled, making Draco close his eyes in frustration on how extremely high and annoying it was. She batted her hands at him and went back to her magazine, which was on a different page this time.
Draco raised an eyebrow at this and cleared his throat, resulting in Pansy looking up at him again with an irritated smile that suited her face. "Well?"
Her eyebrows came together in a thoughtful expression. "Well, I… I thought you were just joking, Draco… I cannot take care of a child." She smirked down at Harry who was waving the flag enthusiastically right beside her boyfriend, waving his hands everywhere energetically.
"He's only four, Pansy. Honestly, you can take care of a toddler." He raised both eyebrows at her as she looked up, a disinterested expression on her face.
"But I am not taking care of Potter! That…" she trailed off as she stole a quick glance at Harry, then back up to Draco, "Thing is disgusting. A Gryffindor to the end! I don't want to mess up my hair, anyway, running after him."
He sighed and tried again, an angry gleam in his eye but he kept his patience. "He won't be running around, I talked to him and-,"
But she interrupted, "And he listened, dear? Darling," she cooed, looking back down at her magazine, reading over beauty tips, "I simply cannot do it. Besides," she said, looking up at him again, smiling almost seductively, "I will be watching you the whole time, watching you play Draco dear.. I have to cheer on you sometime, love."
He cringed visibly when he heard her say 'love'. She giggled again when she thought he smiled, and went back on reading her magazine. Draco watched her disbelievingly, sneering, as she didn't look up again.
He left the common room with Harry, making sure to keep Harry in front of him this time as he slung his bag over his shoulder so he could change later. Making his way to the Great Hall, taking the slytherin dungeons, he almost fell over the Gryffindor as Harry stopped in his place, staring up at something in the wall.
"Potter, Damit! Watch where you are going!" Draco growled, swapping Harry on the back of his head, somewhat making the boy stumble forward. He looked up at Draco with a pout before he looked up again at the wall. Draco followed his gaze, to look up at the painting.
It was a painting of Circe, a witch of Greek Mythology. She was stunningly pretty, but evil to the core. Harry kept on staring at her, watching as the sorceress in the painting was stirring the potion. He asked quietly, "Draco? What is that?"
Draco sighed impatiently and looked at his watch. The match started in one hour and thirty minutes. "It's Circe, a witch, now let's go!"
He started walking down the corridor, but stopped shortly as he didn't hear feet trailing behind him. He turned around automatically, for Harry was still staring at the painting. "Potter, come on. Let's go." He walked back to where Harry was standing, and Harry immediately captured Draco's hands in his own, and Draco noticed that Harry looked somewhat frightened.
"She's pretty." Was all he said as he continued to watch the sorceress add ingredients to the potion. Draco clenched his teeth impatiently again, and shook Harry's hand off. "She is, now let's go." He stirred Harry's shoulders around as he went behind him, but Harry's eyes were stuck on the painting.
"What is she doing?" He asked curiously as the maiden looked at him and smiled evilly. Draco almost shuddered at her look that was aimed at Harry, but he looked away quickly. "She's making a potion."
"What kind of potion, Draco?"
Draco looked back up at her, and she winked at the slytherin this time while adding a vile of red liquid. He decided just to answer Harry's question or else they might never get to the Great Hall. His stomach grumbled for food, but he quickly said in an irritable voice, "Something for Odysseus. She will make him forget to go home and make them want to stay on her island. Now come on!" He turned Harry's head this time so that the brunette was looking straightforward instead of the painting.
Harry looked at the witch one more time before he followed Draco down the hall, skipping quietly while waving his flag. He started to hum quietly and that is when Draco turned around in surprise. Harry just looked up and him smiling, still humming the song. What was so remarkable about this song was the lullaby Draco was humming last night to him, and the night before. Draco stared down at him in astonishment as Harry went beside him, and cautiously, looking in Draco's eyes, he laced his small fingers with the Slytherins'.
Draco looked down to where their hands were laced to Harry's face. Harry was still smiling happily at him and quietly he said, "Go Sly-Slytherins!" and waved his flag energetically again in front of his face so that Draco could see.
Draco carefully took his fingers, unlacing them from Harry's hands, and put them in his robe pockets. He didn't even look at the sad face of Harry as he continued to walk to the great Hall in silence.
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Hermione and Ron were talking quietly among themselves as Ron stuffed his mouth with a croissant.
"Honestly Hermione, I do believe that Harry will turn out demented if he stays another second with that bastard." Ron munched on his roll, his hands waving around, dressed in Gryffindor colors but a Ravenclaw colored flag was beside him to show his support.
Hermione nodded in agreement not fully paying attention as she was lost in her thoughts, but she looked when she saw the Great Hall doors open. She watched as Draco came in, his usual arrogant face not famous this morning. He didn't look back as he headed towards the Gryffindor table instead of the Slytherin one. Several people turned their heads at the Slytherin seeker, some of the eyes captivated on the Slytherins face, the rest's eyes focused on a little boy bouncing behind him.
She looked at Ron, his turning red with anger and embarrassment as he saw what Harry was wearing, and a green and silver scarf wrapped tightly around his neck as well as a little green and silver hat. He scowled as he saw the flag and the words on it, almost breaking the goblet in his hands as he held it.
"Malfoy, you are making him look like an idiot!" he snarled as he stood up, fixing the blonde slytherin with a hateful glare. He looked down at the smiling Harry, and his expression softened just a bit.
"No I am not, admit it Weasel, he looks much better with more accompaniments." Draco smirked as Harry waved the flag again. He smirked even more when he saw Hermione smile.
Ron growled and was about to say something else when Draco interrupted him. "Weasley, Granger, take care of Potter today when I play."
Ron's face was just as red as his hair as he heard the command. He stuttered and was about to say something but Hermione interrupted him. "Sure, we would love too… but couldn't Pansy take care of him?" She asked curiously, putting a hand on Ron's forearm, feeling the red-haired boy relax underneath her fingers.
Draco rolled his eyes as he said; "She couldn't take care of a child if her life depended on it. Besides, you are his other caretakers, aren't you?" He sneered as he turned to Ron, "I don't think Potter would like hearing that you didn't want him around when he was a child." He smiled smugly.
The blonde Slytherin looked down to Harry and pushed him towards Hermione. "Potter, stay with Granger. She will watch you." Then he turned and started to walk to the Slytherin side of the hall when he felt someone tug the hem of his robes. He turned around in annoyance as he looked down, already knowing who did it.
"I want to stay with you!" Harry pouted as his Slytherin-colored flag drooped down so that he was scrapping the floor. "I want to play the game to! Let me play!" He whined as he looked into the gray eyes of Draco.
"No, you will not play. This is a match between Slytherin and Raven-," but the Gryffindor interrupted him again.
"I want to play! Let me play! Please?" The last word came out in a pitiful voice; even Draco felt his heart pang, but he would never admit it as he continued looking down.
"Potter. I said no. Listen to me, all right? I said no," he said in exhaustion.
Harry was bouncing in his place, his bottom lip quivering forcefully as he managed to choke out, "Please?" once again.
Hermione looked at the Slytherin with commiseration, Ron looked like he was about to laugh, but his face showed a smirk.
Draco raked a graceful hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he controlled his anger. [What do little kids like again… bloody hell, I'm going to kill Potter when he returns to normal.]
Opening his eyes seconds later, he blandly said to the green-eyed boy, "I'll tell you what. When we win today, I will give you the snitch, all right?" Sureness in his voice sounded prominent. He was aware that Ron rolled his eyes and crosses his hands over his chest while Hermione leered.
Harry stopped bouncing but still had that painful look on his face. Draco took that as a yes as he made his way to the Slytherin table, and he rolled his eyes going there as he heard Harry's little feet run behind him.
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As he quickly stepped into the Quidditch field with the rest of the Slytherin team, Draco's heart fluttered in excitement as they all went in the middle of the field and mounted their brooms.
"Now, I want a nice and clean game, this means all of you." Madam Hooch said, directing this mainly to Crabbe and Goyle who were the Slytherin beaters. Draco rolled his eyes as he silently chanted for her to hurry up so they could play.
He looked up momentarily when he remembered the best part of dressing Harry up. He grinned as he saw a green stash of clothing among several red and gold ones up in the stands. He grinned even wider when he saw the words, 'Draco is Sexy' flash in big green and silver letters.
Madam Hooch zoomed away on her broom as she blew the whistle, and he flew up high, instantly looking for the snitch.
After speeding around on his Firebolt above everyone else, he sneered menacingly at the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang having graduated last year.
"There goes Derrick with the Quaffle, passing it to his brother who bought himself into the team-!" Dean Thomas was cut off by a glare from Professor McGonagall.
"Sorry abou--! Holy Quidditch, there dives the Ravenclaw seeker Boot! He is attempting the Wronski Feint! Look at that face from Malfoy! He knows what is fake and what is not!" The voice yelled into the microphone as he watched the game.
Flying even higher, Draco looked around for the snitch, but his eyes caught hold of his girlfriend in the stands. He almost fell from his broom as he saw her lean over and whisper flirtingly in Blaise Zabini's ear. Blaise blushed and moved away from her a bit, but he blushed even more when she put a hand on his thigh.
Draco's hands clenched angrily around his broomstick and he tore his eyes away from her. Looking for the snitch more intently, he thought he saw something shimmer over by the Gryffindor stands. His did a double take to see if it was really the snitch, but when he decided it wasn't, his eyes caught attention to the sparkling flag Harry waved.
He absently lowered the broom as he continued to look at the rosy cheeked Harry Potter, and his lips unconsciously quirked up in a genuine smile as he heard Harry scream for his team. If he listened closely, he could hear a very shrill voice screaming, "Go Sly-Sly-Slytherins! Go Sly-Slytherins!"
Draco dived downwards as he saw a bludger coming towards him from the corner of his eyes, and his eyes caught attention to a golden ball, about 30 feet away from him towards the Hufflepuff stands.
He moved quickly and gracefully, weaving through and fro the other players as he made his way to the other side of the field, the Ravenclaw seeker not far behind him.
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Ron winced as he heard Harry's shrill yells, and he winced even more when he heard the words.
"Harry! Cheer for Ravenclaw, not Slytherins." He cried out as he watched the game intently, his eyes focused on the Quaffle that Lisa Turpin had in her hands. The red haired boy waved his Ravenclaw flag around.
"Go Sly-Slytherins!" Harry cried out while Hermione laughed, her smile lighting up her face as she picked Harry up so he could see better. She hadn't made a complaint yet of Harry's attire, but rather laughed at Draco's antics. She watched gleefully as Harry smiled delightfully up at her, almost poking her eye out as he continued to wave the silver and green blur that was his flag.
Hermione stepped closer to Ron unconsciously, smiling up and him as he smiled back, both unaware as Harry was watching them intently. Their heads turned the second they heard Dean's voice.
"Oh look!" the commentator yelled loudly as his eyes followed the two seekers over at the Hufflepuff side of the field. "There goes Boot and Malfoy, head to head! Watch ou-! The bludger barely missed them, oh look! There they dive, whoa, Boot almost tumbled to the grou-! There Malfoy goes and he has it so close! MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH!" Dean yelled as the Slytherin side erupted in very loud cheers, part of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff stands applauding politely as the saw Draco pull upwards quickly, avoiding collision with the other seeker.
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Draco face broke into a smile as he panted heavily from the excitement and force of his playing. Holding the snitch in his hand, he opened his palm to see the golden ball glisten with merriment.
He swerved his broomstick towards the Slytherin side of the field, looking for his girlfriend when he remembered what happened earlier when he was flying. He looked at her fake smile before smirking, and turning towards the Gryffindor side of the field. He could feel her confusion as he directed the other way, and then he felt her eyes on him as he looked around. Looking around for Harry, he spotted him being supported on Ron's shoulders, the end of his flag poking Ron's head. Ron didn't seem to mind; just seeing the little boy smiling was enough to pass his irritation.
Feeling hundreds of eyes on him, he hovered a few feet above Harry before he turned over on his broomstick, his feet around the stick portion tangled together so he wouldn't fall. Hanging upside down looking at Harry, he held Harry's hand and opened it with his left hand, prying the fingers open with his own, while he gently placed the golden snitch from his fingers in the child's palm.
He turned right side up, smirking as Harry beamed at him and looked down at the fluttering snitch in his little hands. He could still hear his team celebrating below him as he flew right beside the Gryffindor boy so that they were both upright and the same height, inches away from each other as he watched in surprise as Harry leaned forward and gave him an Eskimo kiss on his nose.
Draco pulled back quickly, staring at the boy for a while before he looked at Ron's expression curved into a mocked disgusted gaze, and then he looked at Hermione as she had on a genuine smile. He looked once more at Harry as Harry looked back at him, a delighted gleam in his green eyes as he held up the snitch.
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Twenty minutes later he emerged from the locker room with several students patting on his back for his victory, or several compliments on how well he played. His chest swelled in pride as he turned the corner, and he absently frowned as he saw Pansy waiting for him, her smiling seductively at Crabbe as he walked pass her.
Her smile turned plastic as she looked at Draco, fluttering her eyelids. "Draco! You played so well, I was watching you the whole time, and you were brilliant!" She squealed as she linked their arms together.
Draco clenched his right hand angrily at that lie, and his muscles tensed at how close she was to him. "Right. Thanks." He said quickly.
"You know, that snitch is rather appealing, and it would make a nice trophy in my room," She purred as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, her lips puckering up in a small pout.
Draco rolled his eyes as he looked away, hearing a shrill voice behind him. He cringed in annoyance as he heard it was Harry.
"Draco! Draco!" Harry squealed as he ran behind Draco and around him, his hands spread out in an airplane gesture as he zoomed around the couple, one hand still holding the snitch, the other hand holding the flag. Draco smirked as it hit Pansy in the knees, and she stared hatefully down at the boy.
"What Potter?" he drawled on, watching the boy zoom around him and stumble slightly.
"You were flying!" he said as he up righted himself and peered over Draco's side, smiling at the running Hermione and Ron.
"Harry! Don't-," Ron puffed, "Run away from us when we say to wait." He huffed again as both Hermione and him slowed down.
"My name is Potter!" Harry said, smiling up at Draco, holding the snitch up so the blonde slytherin could see what he held. "Not Harry! Draco calls me Potter!" He stuck his tongue out at Ron and Hermione before turning to Draco.
Draco glanced and gave a smirk to Ron before looking down at Harry again. "Potter, shut up." And he smiled.
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[Dinner was interesting.] Draco said to himself as he made his way back to the Slytherin common rooms, Harry prancing in front of him eagerly. He left early as he looked at the time; he still didn't finish his Charms homework, taking Harry with him.
After he entered his room, he locked the door, staring as Harry dumped the flag on the floor and placed the snitch on the table. He smirked as he saw Harry wipe some of the crumbs off himself.
Draco had taken a bath earlier that day after the game, managing to get Pansy to go away for a while, and didn't see her until dinner. At dinner everyone was commenting how comical it was for Harry to be wearing Slytherin colors, even Ron had admitted after a while before they went their separate ways to different tables that it was kind of cute and ingenious.
He checked his watch as it read 9:30 PM, and looked back at Harry who was drawing on a piece of parchment on his desk. [That parchment seems familiar] He thought as he came closer and peered at what Harry was drawing at, his eyes widening as he saw Harry scribbling on his Divination homework!
"Potter you idiot!" he exclaimed as he pulled the parchment from under the boy's hands. He stared defeated at the parchment that now had blue and black ink all over it. He looked down at Harry angrily before his hands moved to Harry's hair, clenching his fingers in it.
Harry put on a pained expression as Draco towered over him, "Potter. If you do this again, I will hurt you. Stop being such a nuisance!"
Harry's bottom lip trembled as tears spilled out the side of his face as Draco continued to hold his hair tightly in between his fingers. As soon as Harry started crying, Draco let go slowly, looking upwards instead of the boy.
He sat down heavily on his bed, watching as Harry continued to cry silently. Softly, after a while, he called out, "Potter, come here."
Harry slid from the chair slowly to the floor, walking cautiously to Draco holding his arms out. Draco cringed as he took one long, deep, breath in and pulled the child into his lap, looking away from the crying child.
"Potter. Don't do this again. Okay?" he asked tiredly, raking a hand through his blonde hair as he pointed it to the parchment. He glanced from the corner of his eyes as Harry nodded.
"Promise?" He asked, not quite sure if Harry knew how powerful that word was. He doubted it as Harry nodded as he leaned forward to Draco's chest, his crying having subsided into hiccups.
Draco picked up Harry after several minutes of the child calming down and went to the cot across the room. He laid Harry down, his own exhaustion raking in as Harry let go of Draco's neck, staring sleepily up at him.
Deciding not to do homework tonight since Charms homework was due on Thursday of this week, he went to his own bed taking off everything as he lay down only in his boxers.
He stayed awake for a while, not noticing the quiet breathing of Harry. Finally, around eleven o'clock, he turned to his side closing his eyes tiredly as he felt and rather heard someone making itself across the room and struggle to get on his bed. His eyes sprang open as he saw and felt another small body hesitantly curl itself at his side, and he was too drained to tell Harry to move, but instead, he put an arm around the already-sleeping Gryffindor's waist and went to sleep peacefully.
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Next Chapter: Harry turns five years old! Divination class with Hufflepuffs and lots more Quidditch, stay tuned as it will be out shortly! What will happen with Pansy? O.o Dun, dun, dun!
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