A/N: Merlin, I would never have thought that a story of mine could get as many reviews as this! I am positively shocked! However, shocked in a very good way, so keep those reviews coming! Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to the lot of you. You're what makes me write ;)


XoXoX Harry's POV XoXoX

Sitting down across Malfoy, Harry looked expectantly at the blonde boy. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he suspected that everything worked somewhat like what he had come across at the Yule Ball in fourth grade. Hi suspicions were confirmed when he saw Draco look down on his plate and firmly say, "Lasagne." A steaming hot plate of the Italian dish suddenly appeared on the silver platter in front of the blonde boy, and he started eating.

Hesitantly Harry turned down to his own plate and muttered "Meatballs." Instantly food appeared on his plate, and he smiled proudly to himself and started eating.

After half an hour and two more helpings of meatballs, Harry couldn't possibly eat one more bite, so he sat back and studied Malfoy closer. Summer seemed to agree with the grey eyed boy and he had changed quite a lot since last time they met. His face had lost most of its childish features and was more chiselled. It was also quite a bit higher above the ground than it used to be. Both Harry and Malfoy had always been smaller than their peers, but sometime last fall Harry had started shooting up, and soon he was almost a head higher than the Slytherin. This had been a point of much amusement between Harry and Ron, but Malfoy had finally caught up with him. If Harry wasn't entirely wrong, he had even surpassed him by a couple of centimetres.

Malfoy was soon finished with his Lasagne, and he sat back too, watching Harry with just as much interest as the black haired boy showed him. For a while they just stared at each other, until Malfoy opened his mouth to say something. "So"

"So what?" asked Harry.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Uhm, I don't know, we probably should make sure you have everything the baby needs"

Malfoy's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "You mean shopping?"

"Well, yeah, unless you have everything here?"

"I probably have, but I can't be bothered to look, let's go shopping!" The blonde haired boy beamed at Harry with such enthusiasm that Harry suddenly began to worry about what he was about to embark on.

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Half an hour later two boys and a baby were walking up Diagon Alley, towards a little shop named "Molly Coddle – Childwear and Baby Supplies". They entered and Harry was overwhelmed by the amount of pink and light blue clothes that were there. Everything seemed to glow a diffuse pastel colour, and there were women everywhere! Looking nervously at Malfoy, Harry saw that the other boy also looked a little hesitant. He was just wondering if it wouldn't be best to step outside, when suddenly a small woman with brilliant, black hair and kind, brown eyes was standing in front of them.

"Oh what an absolutely adorable little girl!" the woman cooed, and Harry wondered how in the name of Merlin she could see that it was a girl. He sure as hell couldn't, and judging from the mistake earlier, Malfoy couldn't either. Must be the much rumoured woman's instinct. "What is her name?" the woman asked, and Malfoy answered proudly.

"Medea"

"Oh, such a beautiful name! Fit for a beautiful girl. Are you two her brothers?"

"I'm her father" said Malfoy, and both Harry and the black haired lady looked shocked at him. "And this is my… eh… friend" he motioned towards Harry and the woman nodded.

"Of course, your friend" She winked at Malfoy, who looked slightly put out.

"No, no! Friend, just friend!" he said quickly, and the lady nodded, although Harry thought she looked a bit doubting.

"By the way, my name is Molly Coddle, and I own this little shop" the lady smiled proudly at them and gestured around the room with her hand. "Do you two need any help?"

Malfoy looked questioningly at Harry and the latter nodded. "Help would be wonderful" he smiled. "This little lady here is staying with us for a while, and we need about everything. The only clothes she own are those she's wearing, and the only thing we have is a cradle. We'll take anything you can give us, money is not an issue." Harry hoped Malfoy wouldn't mind he said that, but if he refused to pay, Harry would do it himself. He didn't mind. He was actually becoming rather fond of the little bundle.

"Of course, of course" said Ms. Coddle, beaming of the prospect of costumers wanting to buy that much. "Let's start with the clothes, shall we?" Malfoy nodded, and suddenly a long tape measure came flying through the air. The Slytherin held out Medea to Ms. Coddle, and she instantly began taking her measures. "What colours were you thinking about?"

Malfoy instantly said "Black" as Harry said "Yellow", and they looked menacing at each other.

"Malfoy, you can't possibly be thinking of dressing a child all in black?" Harry scowled. "Pink, yellow and white, those are normal colours for little girls!"

"But then this is not a normal little girl, it is my little girl, and she will be dressed in black as every Malfoy before her."

"B-but, you can't possibly, I mean, it's not right, it's just, no! I won't let you! She can have one or two black outfits, but I will not allow you to dress her all in black! I will not have it!"

"And who says you have any choice in the matter?"

"Black mail says so. If you don't listen to me, I won't help you. It's as simple as that" Harry said defiantly, his chin raised and his eyes blazing.

"That is so – so – so –"

"Slytherin?" Harry helped.

"Yes, Slytherin" Malfoy said through gritted teeth, but his eyes showed that he knew he had lost. "Fine, yellow, white and pink outfits then" he said with disgust, visibly shuddering. "But at least two black ones!"

"You got that?" Harry smiled at Ms. Coddle, and she nodded back.

"Yes, just wait here and I will have the right size clothes for you in a minute" She smiled and disappeared out a back door.

Walking after Malfoy towards a couch in the middle of the room, Harry noticed that they were suddenly surrounded by women. It seemed that every female in the room had decided to drool over Medea, and now they were bombarding Malfoy with questions about her name, age, feeding, teething etc. The blonde boy looked like a caged animal, and Harry laughed out loud. This however, was not a very smart move, because soon much of the attention was on him. Malfoy seemed to have gotten through to the women with the message that Harry was the expert, and now he was having big troubles answering them all. Hell, he didn't even know the answer to most of the things they were asking. What in the name of Merlin was colic anyway?

Fortunately Harry was saved by the bell, or rather the arrival of one Molly Coddle. She had all the clothed they had requested, and she told them that the rest of the stuff would be sent to the manor sometime during the next day. Malfoy paid her with his Wizard Card, and soon they fled the building. Harry made a mental note to himself never to socialize with maternal women ever again.


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