Pox Problems

"How the hell did this happen?"

"I just…took him to the park, and I…"

"He's…"

"Spots, Mummy! Got spots!"

"I know love, you're all spotty! HARRY, WHY IS HE ALL SPOTTY?"

"They are chicken pox, I think. He's been scratching them."

"Harry, how did he get chicken pox from the park? Does it come from grass?"

"Mummy, Mummy, lookie! 'Pots."

"Yes, yes I see them. And I'm not your Mummy, no matter what Daddy tells you."

"I never told him to call you Mummy. Anyway, Chicken pox aren't that bad, I had them when I was little."

"They look horrible, and they can scar you if you scratch them. He's only three, love. Plus, I could get them, I've never had them."

"Mummy, this one looks like a kitty-kitty! Look! Look!"

"I know James, I saw it. Now, don't touch me."

"Draco! Don't tell him not to touch you."

"I don't want those spots, Harry. I don't want them."

"Itchy, Daddy! They itch. I want a puppy."

"We aren't getting a dog, and stop scratching. Harry, go put some lotion or something on him to make him stop pawing at his skin."

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I might get infected…"

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! Hey, look what I can do!"

"That's nice, love. Seriously, look at him. He's all blonde and blotchy and…horribly cute. Except that he's tearing his skin off."

"James, love, stop scratching them, it will make them worse."

"James Adonis Malfoy-Potter, stop that this instant. No juice."

"But…but…I WANT it."

"No. You listen to you Daddy."

"And your Mummy."

"I'm not his Mummy, Harry."

"Juice."

"No."

"No, James."

"Stop sticking out your tongue."

"Juice! I itch! Itchy itchy itchy."

"Harry…"

"Fine, I'll go put some lotion on him."

"Thank you. Now, take him away quick before I get those wretched spots."

"Bye Mummy!"

"Not your Mummy. I'm Papa."

"Yes, bye Mummy."

"Silence, Potter."

"Itchy. And I STILL want juice."

"Juice."

"Alright James, I'll get you some juice. Do you need anything, Draco?"

"Don't talk to me."

"It's not my fault you didn't have them as a child."

"Daddy, I want JUICE!"

"Okay James. Watch your Mummy and make sure he doesn't scratch his spots, alright?"

"I don't need James to watch me. I won't scratch."

"I trust you Draco. I'll be right back with your juice, pet."

"DADDY! MUMMY IS SCRATCHING HIS SPOTS!"

"DRACO!"

"I was NOT! James, you weren't meant to tell him…"

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