Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, and the licensed copyright holders including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Warner Bros., Inc. No money has been exchanged and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Achtung! Slash, Mpreg, and Fluffiness Ahead! And so you can't say I haven't warned you, let me say now that this story is like pot roast, it needs a bit of time to simmer, you know so its cooked thoroughly and all the flavours can meld, so be patient, it'll take a few chapters to get through all the background stuff...feel free to review though, you know, just to keep me motivated...a happy cook is a productive cook (though I warn you am nooo Emeril) grin! And thanks to those who've made comments already, you make me smile.
2.
Draco was exhausted and his feet were killing him. Evan had dragged him to nearly every shop in Diagon Alley. The Wizarding world was no secret to the little boy as all his "aunts" and "uncles" were witches and wizards and he and his "cousins" went shopping in magical communities as often as they could. He also knew that he had two blood fathers, which was as common in the Wizarding world as it was impossible in the Muggle world. For a seven and a half year old, he was pretty darn sharp. His Papa said it was because he got all his smarts from him and all his "loony" ideas from his Dad. He didn't know about that. He figured his Dad was pretty smart too, after all he did defeat the biggest, meanest, baddest, worstest Dark wizard that ever ever lived.
He was sad sometimes that he didn't get to see his Dad, but Papa had explained that Evan was a last gift of love from his Dad and after the war his Dad said he didn't want to see Papa ever again. He didn't understand that part. How could you give something in love then leave the gift but take the love back? It made him mad sometimes, but he had to watch his temper or things would start flying around the room, or explode. Papa said his Dad had the same problem but it got easier to control as he got older. Evan hoped so. When he was 5, Joy and Dai were pretty mad when he got so flustered he exploded all the lights on the sound stage before a big concert.
He hadn't meant to but a security guy was mean to him and told him that "little brats shouldn't be on the stage" He had the nerve to tell him to toddle off to his nanny! Evan was livid. He didn't know who that man thought he was, plus Evan never had a nanny. His Papa took care of him! And if blowing up the lights wasn't bad enough Evan had to apologise to everyone as Joy cast Reparo on the lights and Dai Obliviated the guard. Papa had not been pleased, and by the following week yoga and meditation had been added to their curriculum. His friends were not happy about the extra lessons but they all had to admit they felt better when they finished and it was nice too because the parents joined in on theclasses.
Today had been a special day; it was his Papa's birthday which meant they could do whatever Evan wanted to celebrate as long as they did it alone and together. Evan had class in the morning and a stupid Italian test, okay it wasn't stupid but he still hated tests. He kept telling his Papa if he could speak a language why did he need to learn how to write it down? Papa had not been amused, so along with the other kids Evan still had to take Italian, French, Spanish, German, Japanese, Cantonese and Latin. At least he didn't have to speak Latin, well except for certain spells. He liked his Reading class and Social Studies class best. Papa said Social Studies was like Muggle Studies and History of Magic at Hogwarts rolled into one. Evan couldn't wait until he was 11 and could go to Hogwarts. He'd heard so much about it from his "cousins" Kevin and Saundra, his Papa and his aunts and uncles.
He didn't like Sums all that much, but he understood why it was important that he try his best. Papa said that all the time, "You don't have to be perfect Evan, you just have to have to try your best. You'll never know what you're capable of until you give it your all." His Papa made him feel good even when he didn't get perfect scores because he could tell that his Papa was proud of him for trying.
This morning they'd had classes while the grown-ups set up and did a sound check. Tonight was Bad Faith's first ever concert in London and he knew his Papa was worried so he planned to make it the best, most fun birthday ever! They went to Madam Malkin's for a few new robes, then to Flourish and Blotts for new music books and story books for bedtime when his Papa would read to him. They went to an ice cream parlour and had a huge sundae. They went to an animal emporium and petted all kinds of creatures, though for all his wheedling Evan couldn't get his Papa to get him a familiar. They went to the Quidditch store and looked at racing brooms and Evan made his Papa tell him again about being on his House Quidditch team. They ate at The Leaky Cauldron and had Butterbeer with roasted flobberworm sandwiches. And the last stop, and the very best according to Evan, was a place called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Papa hadn't wanted to go inside there. He seemed very sad and looking at brightly painted store seemed to give him a headache. Eventually, Draco caved at the 'puppy dog eyes/pitiful gaze of doom'—which was known to bend the will of the most indomitable, once Evan promised he wouldn't wander and that he'd meet his Papa right at the bench across from the store.
Tbc...
