A/N: Howdy, folks! Here we are again, new chapter! We'll now get to the feeding scene that Freddychic requested. And for all of you who've been asking, nothing big will happen between our boys until chapter twelve, so be patient my hearties.


XoXoX Draco's POV XoXoX

Draco's eyes became wide as saucers. Had he just smiled at Potter? Damn. He needed to pull himself together. The Malfoy heir couldn't run around and smile at people, especially not the Gryffindor Golden Boy, even though he technically had helped his baby.

His baby.

When had it become "his baby"?

Draco looked down at the little bundle lying on the table, and he felt that fuzzy feeling in his chest again. He felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, and moved one finger down to Medea's hand. She instantly grabbed it, and Draco was surprised by the strength in her grasp. How a tiny creature like her could be so strong was beyond him. He looked up at Potter, and found him smiling at them. He was really handsome when he smiled. His teeth were white and straight, and he got the most adorable little wrinkles around his gorgeous green eyes.

Oh dear. Had he just said adorable and Potter in the same sentence? Merlin, this infatuation was going beyond everything proper and ethical. There was probably even a rule against having a crush on your nemesis. He had told that to himself quite often, but his other self only shrugged and kept looking at Potters behind. Not that Draco minded, Harry had a nice behind, a very nice behind actually, but he didn't see the point. The best would be to keep as far away from Potter as possible, and hope everything went away over time.

Well, he had sort of screwed that plan by coming here. But he didn't mind. Medea needed Potter, and that meant Draco needed Potter. And when Draco Malfoy needed something, he took it. That was why he was here. To take Harry Potter.

Hm, that sounded slightly wrong. But oddly appealing. Draco shook his head to get rid of the not so unwelcome mental image. He had to focus on the task at hand. Medea. "Are you sure you can't teach me how to take care of her?"

"Not in five minutes"

"What about an hour?" Draco asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not"

Damn. "But what about…"

"No. Not three hours either. And could you tell me again how you ended up with a baby? Because you are simply the worst choice ever."

Draco glared at Potter, but told him the whole story, starting with his parents leaving and ending with him not fainting, nope, not fainting at all, but keeping calm and taking care of the situation. He even showed Potter the letter that came with the basket.

"Whoa" said Potter after reading the letter. "Someone really has it in for your mother. Sending her a baby just like that, it's outrageous! And what is this about a bonding spell?"

"Well, when I touched the basket I became surrounded by this golden light and I felt all tingly."

"Hm. Interesting. I'll have to write Hermione and ask her what that was." Potter looked down at the letter again and furrowed his brow.

"Do you think she'll know how to reverse it?" Draco asked nervously.

"Of course she will, she's Hermione, isn't she?"

Draco nodded. Sometimes he really hated her for being better than him, but Potter was right, if anyone could figure this out, it was her. He just didn't know if he wanted her too. Wait, of course he wanted her to! He wanted to get rid of this baby, get as far away from her as possible, dump her on some other innocent dumbass. Of course that was what he wanted.

Potter stood up from where he was sitting, and walked over towards the door. "I'll go and write to Hermione right away" he said and disappeared out the door. Draco could hear him running up the stairs and opening a door on the first floor. He looked down at Medea again, and saw that she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. She was breathing evenly, and her little chest rose and fell with every breath. Her skin was white and thin, he could see the veins on her eyelids, she really looked like a little angel. His little angel. The thought made him smile and he stroke her cheek tenderly.

"There, Hedwig is on her way" Potter walked in the door, and Draco instantly jumped away from the baby.

"Hedwig?"

"Yeah, my owl"

"Of course. Because Hedwig is such an owl's name" Draco shook his head.

"I'll bet you have an even worse name on your owl."

"I'll have you know that my owl has a perfectly normal name" Draco said haughtily.

"Oh yeah? What is it then?"

"Ambrosius Benedict II"

Potter started laughing and Draco glared at him, but that only made him laugh more. Soon he laughed so hard he almost fell of his chair. "Ambrosius… Benedict… the second" he gasped between howls of laughter. "Wait till I tell Ron!"

Draco snorted indignantly. The nerve! Ambrosius Benedict II was a perfectly fine name for a pureblood owl. He had come up with it himself, and Pansy had told him it was absolutely adorable and suited his owl very much. Of course, she insisted on calling him Amber and kept dressing him in little pink owl outfits, but then she had always been a bit stupid.

After what seemed like an eternity, Potter pulled himself together sat up straight in the chair again. "About time" muttered Draco. "I was beginning you'd die from an overdose of laughter."

"Nah, you're not that lucky." Said Potter and grinned. "And I'm used to it. Me and Ron, we laugh like that quite often when we're around you."

Draco narrowed his eyes, but just then the baby woke up and started screaming and he didn't have the time to come up with a response. "Is there something wrong? She's not supposed to be doing that, is she?" he asked.

"Have you fed her?" Potter asked, studying the little girl.

"Fed her?"

"Yeah, you know, like in giving her food."

"Oh." Draco blushed slightly, and Potter rolled his eyes, grabbed the baby, sat down and put her on his lap "Lesson number four, a baby needs food just as much as you do" he said. "Now, conjure up a bottle of milk."

"Milk? Why?"

Potter sighed and looked at Draco. "Milk, Malfoy" he explained. "Is what babies drink. Milk from their mothers breasts. But since neither you, nor me, are lactating at the moment, you'll have to conjure up a bottle." He said everything slowly, as if explaining to a five year old, and Draco shoot him an irritated look. He did know what babies ate, thank you very much!

"I get the picture, Scarhead" he mumbled and conjured up a bottle, half-filled with creamy, white milk.

Potter took the bottle, and dripped a couple of drops on his wrist.

"What are you doing?" asked Draco, frowning.

"Checking the temperature of the milk. It's too cold. Could you heat it up a little?"

Draco nodded and flickered his wand while muttering a warming charm. Potter did the same procedure with his wrist again, then obviously decided it was warm enough and held the bottle down towards the baby. She immediately stopped crying and opened her mouth to it.

Draco smiled down at her, and noticed Potter was looking at him funnily. "What?" he said.

"Do you want to do this?" he asked and Draco's eyes lit up.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Of course, just sit down on that chair." Draco did as Potter told him, and the black haired boy lifted the baby carefully over and put her in his lap. "Hold her like this" Potter showed him how he meant "Good, and her head on your arm, yeah, that's right. Perfect."

Draco held her close, rocking her back and forth, and looked impressed at Potter. He really did know a thing or two about babies. Things Draco would never even have thought about himself. He sighed, then his face became determined. Potter was going to teach him these things even if it took them a lifetime! And with that decision, Draco turned towards the black haired boy opposite him. "Hey Potter" he said. "How would you like spending the rest of the summer at Malfoy Manor?"


Kilikapele, since you seemed to miss the cliffhanger, this one is for you ;)