Chapter 8
The next day....
Harry strolled into the Great Hall; he knew he couldn't be out another day without arousing suspicion. Draco was staying with the baby and he had gotten Dobby to stay with them as well. But he was still feeling rather jittery and was continuously glancing at the clock. 'Only 6 more hours...'
"Mr. Potter?" he turned around in his seat to face Headmaster Dumbledore. A few heads turned to watch.
"Sir?" Harry asked, looking up at him. Dumbledore was scrutinizing him as if looking for something. After a moment he said, "Would you come to my office?"
Harry shifted in his seat, "May I ask why?" Dumbledore lowered his moon shaped glasses for a moment, looking down at him, "Mr. Potter, you were not in classes yesterday, correct?"
Harry looked at him, "That's true." he said with a shrug. Dumbledore then said, "None of your friends knew where you were. None of Your teachers did either."
Harry replied, "I wasn't feeling good, sir." Dumbledore said, "Your room mates said you were fine when you left the room. Madam Pomfrey said she hadn't seen you as well, if you weren't feeling good, why did you not see her?"
"It was nothing; I was just tired." he paused, "sir." The students around them were leaning forward, trying to catch the conversation. "Mr. Malfoy wasn't there either." Dumbledore looked at him, "None of his friends or teachers saw him and they also said he looked to be feeling fine that morning."
Harry shifted uneasily, "How would I know where Malfoy is?" Dumbledore continued, ignoring him, "And he still isn't here, why is that?"
"How should I know?" Harry said, fiercer this time. Dumbledore seemed to shrug, "You do not know where Mr. Malfoy is then?" he asked, he looked amused which irritated Harry.
"No." Dumbledore seemed to shrug and he turned away, "Well, we will have to prepare a search for him, I mean, who knows what might have happened to him..." Harry had a feeling this had been planned out already.
"Er...actually, he said he wasn't feeling good." Dumbledore turned to look at him, his eyes twinkling, "Oh?" he asked, with a Slytherinish smirk. He was glad that he remembered to keep his voice down; the rest of the Great Hall was practically hanging out of their seats trying to hear what they were saying.
"Yes, sir." Dumbledore looked at him, "Since when do you associate with Slytherins? I thought he was your enemy." "He is!" Harry stated, beside him Hermione and Ron sniggered with muttered, 'yeah rights.' Harry glared at them, "I had to go to the bathroom this morning and I er...he was puking and so I figured he wasn't feeling well."
That wasn't a lie. He didn't think he would be able to lie to the all knowing Dumbledore. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow but simply said, "Ah, I see. But, he wasn't found in his common room or his bed." with a quirk of his lips he added, "Or in any bathrooms." Harry was irritated, 'Since when do teachers search for students like this?!'
"Well...er...I...he...er...he said that...maybe..." Dumbledore smiled at him, "Let's go to my office, shall we?" Harry nodded numbly, standing up and following him. 'The nerve of him!'
They stood in front of the gargoyle, Dumbledore spoke, "Tiger Pops." it made an odd rumbling sound as it moved and they were soon in front of a small spiral staircase. Dumbledore walked calmly up, his scarlet robes billowing behind him. Harry moved up next, trying his best not to step on the back on Dumbledore's long, silky robes. The bearded man sat behind his desk, leaning back and clasping his hands in front of him like some kind of evil overlord. Harry cautiously sat across from him in a purple velvet chair.
They sat in silence for a moment before Dumbledore said, "So, what is the real reason Draco is out today?" Harry shifted, debating the pros and cons of telling the headmaster in his head. "Er...he's not feeling well." Dumbledore looked aggravated. "I know you and Mr. Malfoy are lovers if that is what you're worried about." Harry sat there in shock for a moment before nodding." And, I promise to keep it to myself." Harry let out a breath of relief, "Now I ask again, what is the reason Mr. Malfoy is out today?"
Harry searches the teachers face, he seemed curious, he obviously had no idea what the real reason was, "Well sir, he's sore." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to elaborate, "You know, after you have sex you are...sore. We can't very well go to Pomfrey for it." Dumbledore nodded in understanding.
"I see. Run along now, classes start in five minutes." Harry nodded to him, "yes sir." he said, turning around and heading to the door. He exited, happy that it went well. 'I can't beleive he fell for it!'
"You're Dobby?" Draco asked, he was looking at the elf with the multicolor socks. The house elf glared at him. "And you are that bad Malfoy who always sent me to Knockturn Alley for porn magazines!" he pointed his finger, seeming pleased at remembering. Draco turned red, "Don't say that in front of Harry." he said sternly.
The elf just glared at him, "I don't take orders from you anymore." 'it' said bravely, "I am free." it stuck its nose in the air. He glared, the baby shifted in his arms. "Would you shut your gob! You'll wake the baby."
He tapped Scott's nose lightly with his finger, cooing. "Go to sleep little pumpkin wumpkin!" The house elf said, "I wouldn't say THAT in front of Harry either." Draco glared at him. "When Harry's not around, your awful rude." he stated. Dobby just glared at him.
Draco turned back to he baby and began to rock him softly, murmuring a lullaby. Dobby turned from him and began to pick up things that were strewn around. After about five minutes, Dobby returned holding a...dildo?!
"What is this for?" he asked, he was sniffing it. "It smells funny." Draco turned crimson, "Give me that!" he shouted, reaching for it. Dobby seemed startled at his reaction but willingly handed it over. He turned back to work. After about ten minutes he came back.
"What is this?" he asked, he held up a black leather thong. Draco glared and blushed simultaneously. "Give me that!" Dobby shook his head. "Can I have it?" he asked, fingering it in wonder. Draco's glare turned disgusted at the thought of Dobby in a thong. "Sure, whatever."
Dobby smiled brightly, "Thank you!" he said, putting in on his head so the back part was covering his nose, "It's wonderful! I feel like batman!" Draco sniggered, reaching behind himself for the dildo, "Here, you can have this as your secret weapon."
Dobby grinned brightly and fingered it with awe. "What does it do?" he asked, Draco smirked, "Press the yellow button." Dobby did and gasped as it started to vibrate, "oooo." he said.
"It...er...vibrates evil people to death." Dobby nodded excitingly, brandishing it in front of him. "I am Batty Man!" he stated, swinging it around. Draco laughed, trying to muffle it with his hand as to not wake the baby whom was already stirring.
'And to think, this thing is suppose to be our baby's babysitter.' he chuckled, though his eyelids were drooping. 'God, I hate being so tired...'
After about 20 minutes of watching Dobby and cooing to his baby, he fell asleep
Harry glared at the clock, '5:59' it read. The class ended at six and it appeared the clock was frozen in place. McGonagall droned on, "...focus on the object...inch essay by...have a good day." he leapt out of his seat as the clock turned 6. "Mr. Potter?" he turned around, "Yes?" he asked, trying his best not to say something rude.
"Is everything alright? You seemed a bit jumpy today." He smiled at her in a childish manner, "Oh! Me and Ron were just going to practice quidditch after class! Guess I was a bit excited." he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, trying to look innocent. She smiled warmly at him and gestured to the doorway, "Well then, don't let me stop you!" he smiled at her and ran out of the classroom to the room. What was with the teachers today?
Harry entered the room, shocked to find Dobby in a thong brandishing a dildo. Draco was asleep, curled around the baby. "Er...Dobby? Why do you have a thong on your head?" he asked, staring at it.
Dobby smiled widely at him, "Mister Draco says it is batman mask, good yes?" Dobby asked, patting his head. Harry looked to Draco whom was sound asleep. "Er..." he looked back to Dobby, "Just don't walk around like that." he finally said. Deciding that it was just too weird to say anything else on the matter. Dobby looked at him, frowning, "But, I wanted to how Dumbledore!" he said, he appeared to be ready to burst into tears. 'I left Draco alone with that?' he looked back to Draco briefly, 'This thing is crazy.'
"Well now that I'm here you can go show him." Harry said, "it looks great." Harry struggled to keep a straight face. Dobby nodded. "yes, yes." he said, turning around and heading out the door.
When he was gone, Harry turned back to Draco. Striding over he lifted the blanket and snuggled in, grabbing Draco from behind and inhaling his rich scent. He rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder and looked down at their son. He smiled, clutching Draco a bit tighter. Only one thought went through his mind and that was...
"Perfect." he whispered.
R & R!