Mr. Mom
Chapter Two: Shopping with the Kids
3 Weeks Later…
"Ok, Draco. I'm going to the interview. I should only be an hour. While I'm gone, could you please run to the store and grab the things we need."
"Do I have to go to the Muggle grocery store?"
"I don't care where you go, Draco." She grabbed her purse and walked to the fireplace. "The list is on the table." She grabbed some floo powder and said, "Diagon Alley." The flames leapt around her and then she was gone.
"Well, guys? Mum's gone and we need to go to the store to get groceries. So, let's get our coats and things and go."
"I don't wanna go." Carter whined.
"Carter Malfoy? You'll go and you'll enjoy it."
"Will you buy me a toy?"
"We'll see. Depends on if you're good or not."
"Ok."
10 minutes later, after fighting the baby and getting the stroller open, they were ready to go.
Draco ushered the two children into the fireplace.
"Alright, Carter. Now, hold onto me and do not let go until we are in Hogsmeade. Do you understand?" Carter nodded. "Good boy."
"Can I do it?"
"No, son. You aren't old enough." Carter pouted. "Oh, stop pouting." Draco grabbed some floo powder and said "Hogsmeade."
Draco pushed the stroller through Hogsmeade to the small grocery store.
"Daddy? Can we go into Honeydukes?"
"Maybe later, Carter. But for right now, no. Hold onto the stroller now so you keep up. That's a good boy."
Draco found the shop and went inside.
While trying to find the best quality of bread, he heard a voice say,
"Hey, Malfoy. Long time no see."
He turned around to see his old school friend, Gregory Goyle.
"Greg! How are you?"
"Good."
"How's the family?"
"Fairing. Are you still with her?"
"Yes, Greg. I'm still with Hermione." Draco rolled his eyes. He thought his Slytherin friends would have dropped the subject of Hermione, but apparently not.
"Hello, Uncle Greg." Carter said, from behind his father's legs."
"Hello, Carter. How are you?"
"I'm alright. Daddy's getting a new job."
"A new job, Draco? What happened to the other one?"
"Told the boss to take the job and shove it."
Goyle laughed.
"You told him to shove it?"
"Yes."
"Where is…Granger?" Goyle choked out.
"Hermione is looking for another job. Honestly, Greg. She has a name."
"Don't like calling her by it."
"Please do it for my children?"
"Fine. For the kids."
"Thank you. But, I've got to get back to shopping."
"Alright, then. See you later."
"See you." Draco turned back to the bread. He forgot about the children until Mallory, the two year old, started crying. Even then, he thought to himself 'Will someone shut that bloody child up?"
He then noticed someone staring at him like 'Would you shut that bloody child up?'
Then, it hit him that it was his child crying.
"Oh! Mallory!" He looked down at the small, screaming, frantic child. "I'm sorry. What is it, love? Tell Daddy what's wrong." She held out her bottle. "Out of milk, I see."
"And she needs to be changed." Carter said, holding his nose.
"Very well. Come on then. To the restroom." Draco pushed the stroller in the direction of the bathroom. When they got there, Draco told Carter to go to the bathroom. Carter told Draco he didn't have to, which started an argument between a five year old and a 25 year old who thought he could win a battle with a five year old. Draco finally won the argument by telling Carter he'd get no toy if he didn't go and attempt to use the bathroom, because Draco wasn't coming back.
While Carter was in the stall, Draco put Mallory on the changing table. He quickly changed her and set her back in the stroller. He filled her bottle with water and gave it to her. She pushed it away.
"There's no doubt you're my daughter." He emptied some of the water, put formula in the bottle, shook it, and handed it back to Mallory who took it happily.
Five minutes later, she was crabby again.
"What is it now, Mallory?"
"Up." She said.
"Oh, no Missy. You're staying right there in that stroller."
"Up!"
"No, Mallory. We still have a lot of shopping to do for Mummy who left us this seven page shopping list." He said, soothingly.
"Up! Up! Up! Up!" She chanted, urgently. Clearly losing her patience with her father. People were once again looking at Draco as if he couldn't handle his children.
"Ok, Sweetie." He picked her up and cradled her. "Push, Carter."
"Yes, sir."
Draco was relieved when the finally finished the last of the shopping and were headed home.
"You forgot my toy!"
"Oh, Sorry, Carter. Here. Let's run into Honeydukes and I'll buy you some chocolate frogs. How's that?"
"K."
Carter opened the door and Draco pushed the stroller through the door.
"Thank you, Carter."
"Welcome."
They got Carter's frogs and left to go home. Hermione wasn't home yet. Draco set Mallory on the floor and let her walk around.
He went into the kitchen to put away the things he'd bought.
Afterwards, he sat on the couch and put his head back.
"Headache." Mallory said.
"Yes, Mallory. Daddy has a headache. Very good. How's your writing going, Carter?"
"Ok. My ds are still flip-flopped, but I'm doing ok." He replied trying to catch a frog as it hopped a way from him.
"That's good. And your drawing?"
"Good." He answered, biting the frog's legs off.
"Any new pictures?"
"Yeah. The one on the fridge."
"I didn't see that one."
"I'll go get it." Carter got off the floor and went to the kitchen to get the picture. He came back with it in his hands. Draco patted the seat next to him and Carter climbed on the couch.
"Wow, Car. That's great. Who's this?"
"That's me."
"And this?"
"You."
"And this?"
"Uncle Harry. And that's Uncle Ronnie. We're having boys' night out."
"Boys' night out?"
"That's what Mum said. She said it was boy's night out."
"That's…uh…Great, Carter."
"Mum says you don't really like Uncle Harry and Uncle Ronnie. Why not?"
"I like them just fine, Carter."
"Uncle Harry's famous isn't he?"
"Yes." Draco snarled. He hated being reminded of Potter's fame. "And he let it go to his head. Selling his life to that author."
"What did he do?"
"Nothing important, really. Just defeated the darkest wizard of all time. Never been one like him."
"What was his name?"
"Lord Voldemort. I met him once, you know? And he wasn't really that mean. I mean, if you exclude the fact that he killed people for a living…but he wasn't half bad."
"You met him?"
"Oh, yes. My father was in the most high of ranks with him."
"Grandpa Lucius was a Dark Lord?"
Draco smiled at his son.
"Far from it." He sighed. "No. He was just a pawn in Voldemort's army against your Uncle Harry as were all the other Death Eaters."
"So, there was nothing special about him?"
"Nope."
The door opened and Hermione walked in.
"Sorry I'm late. The interview took longer than I expected."
A/N: Long chapter. I only got one review for this story. I hope that's because it's just so good that there's nothing to say about it or no one really has the time to review and not that the story sucks. Please tell me what you think.
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