enjoy the second chapter

It was quite a sight that morning; Draco, books in one bag, and a diaper bag strapped across his back with little Harry in his arms.

"You always manage to be one up, Potter!" Draco said, exasperated. The little boy began to cry, feeling unloved. "Ah! Geez! Damn!" Draco cried out, while people around him snickered a little. He shifted Harry to one arm and got out a bottle from the diaper bag.

Harry happily drank from the bottle, and was quiet once more.

"What are you all looking at," Draco said, waving his arm threateningly. Harry saw, and started bawling again, which caused everyone to laugh again. Draco grumbled, and went off to class.

His first class of the day, was Charms. Ignoring the indignant looks on Hermione and Ron's faces, he took his seat, and began trying to calm Harry down before class began proper. Finally, he was able to entice Harry with the bottle of milk once more.

"Alright class, today," Professor Flitwick squeaked as he climbed up onto his pile of books, "We are going to work on summoning charms. Please turn to page thirty-six and we will read out loud for about five minutes, and then practice!"

There was a rustling sound while everyone got ready quickly, and then watched as Draco tried to balance the now-sleeping Harry while opening his book and putting the diaper bag on the floor.

"Go ahead, Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick nodded, and Hermione read out loud.

"Good Harry," Draco whispered, feeling so stupid, "Stay asleep, please, stay asleep." Dumbledore had told him that Harry would probably age about a year a night, so at this rate, he was stuck with him for today (Monday) until next Friday! He sighed.

"Mr. Malfoy, please continue," Professor Flitwick said, and Draco sullenly read out loud, thinking to himself that he really ought to be excused from his classes for stuff like this.

Finally, though, the class went into practical application time, and everyone got out their wands. Professor Flitwick demonstrated the incantation, summoning a book off his desk and it landed neatly in his hands.

Less then a minute later, all sorts of objects of all sizes were flying through the air, including Professor Flitwick himself. Draco made sure Harry was safely sleeping on a blanket before trying to summon things himself.

"Accio," he commanded half-heartedly, and a small book came hurtling towards him. He ducked, and it landed right next to Harry, who awoke and immediately started crying. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, running over to Harry. "Shhh, shh, it's ok," he said, feeling extremely stupid.

It was so loud in the classroom no one really noticed Draco trying to calm Harry, so he relaxed a little bit. "Come on, Harry, it's ok," Draco said softly. Hiccupping, and looking adorable like all little babies do, Harry turned his watery eyes on Draco.

And kicked him as hard as his little baby feet could, right in the crotch.

"OH!" Draco gasped, who had not expected that, and glared. "Harry! No!"

Instead of crying this time, though, Harry clapped his hands together and laughed. So did the people nearest to Draco, who could see what just happened.

"It's not that funny," Draco glared. Little Harry continued to clap and giggle.

"That's Harry through and through," Ron said to Hermione in the background. Both of them were highly amused.

On the other side of the room, Neville Longbottom was still trying valiantly to get his summoning charm to work. "Accio, accio, accio!" He shouted, waving his wand wildly.

Draco ducked just in time to avoid getting hit by Harry, who was flying towards a very surprised Neville. Harry landed on top of Neville, and began giggling again. Many of the people in the class laughed and clapped, thoroughly amused. Even Professor Flitwick couldn't help but to smile.

"Come on now," Draco muttered, going over to Harry and picking him up from Neville's face.

Neville winced and said softly, "I think he needs a diaper change!"

Everyone laughed even more.

Professor Flitwick excused Draco to the hallway, where he got out the necessary supplies from his diaper bag.

He didn't know how good he had it from Muggle women.

Out of the rather small bag came a collapsible changing table, a box of wipes, a set of new diapers, and baby powder.

"Ok. Let's see." Draco grimaced as the smell finally reached him. "Man! You little bugger," he muttered, setting the now-silent Harry on the table. Harry looked around, confused as to what was happening.

Draco looked at all of the stuff, and finally got out a diaper and a wipe. He slowly – very slowly – took off Harry's diaper without looking, and threw it into a diaper clean up bag. He glanced once, as quickly as he could, to make sure Harry wasn't crawling off the table, and took the wipe.

"If I had known this.." he said to himself, closing his eyes tightly, and quickly running the wipe once against Harry's backside. Dropping it like it was about to explode into the clean up bag, Draco got out the new diaper.

BRING.

The bell rang, and everyone came pouring out into the hallways. Draco blanched, and tried to put the diaper on Harry as quick as he could, but still everyone pointed and laughed. Now faced with the decision of actually looking at what he was doing, or seeing everyone laughing, Draco turned towards Harry, and very quickly threw the diaper on, securing the sides and putting everything away.

"Woo! Draco's gonna make a great wife someday!" someone catcalled, and a few more people laughed.

Crabbe and Goyle awkwardly came towards Draco. "Erm.." Goyle offered, "Do you.. need.. erm, help?"

Draco scowled. "So nice of you to ask, now that I'm done," but then remembered the clean up bag. "Oh right!" He thrust the smelly bag in Goyle's face. "Throw this out."

With that said, Draco grabbed his trusty diaper bag and book bag and made his way through the crowd.

When he got to the next hallway, Hermione and Ron were there.

"Forget something?" Ron smirked.

Draco rolled his eyes, and unconsciously checked his arms. Where was Harry! "Damn you!" Draco growled as he tore back through the crowd to pick up the giggling Harry.

"Do you cook thisth well, too?" a little 2nd year lisped, and that was it for Draco. A little second year making fun of him?

"You'll regret that remark," He said as coldly as he could, but the moment was ruined by Harry starting to sniffle again. "Aw, man, come on Harry, I don't mean you, you're fine."

And talking soothingly and frantically to Harry, Draco made his way to his next class.

"Today in Transfiguration, we will be continuing with our switching spells," Professor McGonagall began, and Draco put her voice out of his mind. How in the world did he manage to have Harry come out on top once again, came to his mind.

Baby Harry looked up at him and cooed happily. McGonagall glanced back, but said nothing, apparently satisfied as long as Harry wasn't screaming.

"… so, everyone get out your wands and continue – carefully, might I add," she finished up, and everyone got out their wands.

Not anxious to have a repeat of the Charms class, Draco made sure to keep a close eye on Harry.

Unfortunately for him, Harry simply started bawling for no reason. Everyone shut up quickly to look as Draco awkwardly picked up Harry and tried to sooth him.

Well, they were quiet until they all started laughing.

Draco glared and went over to the corner of the classroom, where he sat with Harry on his knee, and tried to comfort him.

After what felt like a VERY long day, Draco returned back to the Slytherin dormitory. Everyone in there tried very hard to ignore him as he had to change Harry's diaper yet again – something he still couldn't do well, as he refused to look.

But after that, Draco sat down by the fire to do some of his homework, and Harry lay in a baby basket next to him, cooing happily until he went to sleep. Draco smiled happily at the sleeping form, and then slapped himself loudly.

'I must be going crazy,' he thought, sighing.

As the night wore on, and he finished up with his homework, he glanced at the clock, and saw it was just after 10.

There was a small 'pop'.

Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Draco glanced into Harry's baby basket. Instead of a small diapered sleeping form, Harry was about to start screaming as he was now too big for the basket.

"Man," Draco said, shaking his head. He looked into the diaper bag, happy to find a new crib and set of clothes. He carefully dressed the now 2-years old Harry, and lugged both baby and crib to his dormitory room.

As he lay down to go to sleep, he sighed to himself, thinking about how much 'fun' it was going to be carting a two year old around to his classes tomorrow. And to think! Defense against the dark arts and potions! His favorite class, but how would Snape act towards a little Harry? Feeling a sudden torn feeling between wanting to make fun of Harry and feeling bad, Draco slapped himself again.

'Now I know I must be going crazy.'