"He has eaten already. I have brought his toys and a bottle as well. Everything should be in here while I'm teaching," McGonagall pointed to a neatly packed diaper bag. "It's just been hell having order with the first years when he is causing such a ruckus. Honestly, Severus I just…"

"I have no concerns about your ability to parent little Malfoy, Minerva. Stop worrying. I can handle the two boys. Get back to the first years before they transform themselves into a barstool," Daddy waved his hand to dismiss her.

McGonagall continued to look back at the tantruming boy as she made her way out the door. You could see the genuine worry line her face. It was obvious she cared for the little one. The frazzled hair and mismatched socks also said he was putting her through the wringer. Harry sucked mindlessly on the pacifier wondering if he had made his Daddy that tired too.

Draco's onslaught of threats and demands never broke stride, however. He continued to scream, stomp, pull his arm, and wail at a volume no less than a blaring fire engine.

Collectively the classroom held their breath. Most had the smarts to at least pretend they continued to jot down notes. But it was clear that Oliver Rivers only had eyes on the scene at the front of the classroom. His quill was upside down as he was pretending to copy the potions list Daddy set forth.

Daddy had the face of utmost calm. The calmer and more neutral his face stayed the more Harry had the squirmy feeling in his body. His bottom continued to clench, and the pace Harry was putting the pacifier through was unforgiving.

How long was Draco going to scream? It felt like hours and hours on end. All Daddy was doing was holding him by the wrist with his thumb and forefinger, and somehow this was enough to hold the boy in place even with all his screaming, thrashing, and attempting to escape. The feeling anchored Harry. He liked seeing Daddy could withstand a raging storm with minimal effort. It also slightly terrified him.

Draco's face had gone through its own storm. You could see absolute loathing towards Daddy. His grey eyes were like ice but reddening with each passing seconds. Tears were pouring down the boy's face over the already stained portions of his cheeks from an earlier cry session. His breath became more difficult to regulate, and eventually the boy could squeak only sounds of mild protest. Even that turned to hiccups.

Sensing that Draco was defeated, Daddy knelt and got on his level. "Are you done, Draco?" His voice was low and soothing. The same voice that had given Harry tummy flutters earlier.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the boy's response. You could hear the need for the tension to break. For this horrible scene to be over. But it was not. Draco looked Daddy square in the face and spit.

The commotion from the students was instant. Gasps, hands slapping foreheads, and a "sweet baby Jesus" comment floated across the room. No one could believe the little had disrespected a teacher, especially not when Snape had been patient with the boy.

Harry piped up, the defense coming naturally to him when seeing someone hurt his Daddy. "DRACO! I WILL…" he started to scream but his Daddy gave him a look that stopped him dead in his tracks. "… Stay right here and be a good boy."

Daddy's attention was back on Draco as he cleaned his face. "I see we are still learning the lesson about who is in charge here. That's fine."

Harry's mind kept screaming, "It is not fine… It is not fine…"

Daddy continued holding him by the wrist and easily pulled the boy after him. He grabbed a pacifier and forcibly stuck it into Draco's mouth. Immediately you could see Draco attempt to push it out. It didn't budge. It looked like he was simply sucking on it vigorously. The protests were clear though. He didn't keep it there willingly.

"Sticking charm. You can't get it out unless I take it out for you. Since you cannot speak you will have to express your needs to me in a different way," Daddy pretended to ponder this. I had no doubts whatsoever that he already had a plan, though. "Hmm. What could that be for a little one? How could a little one get a daddy's attention? Oh! You can crawl, hands and knees, tug on my pant leg, and hold your hands up as if you need me to carry you. Only then will I address your need."

Draco's body stiffened and you could see him physically bow up to Daddy. Clearly, he did not believe he would do this. He would simply wait the man out until McGonagall returned.

Daddy came by the pen and tossled Harry's hair lovingly. Harry was wide eyed and expressing that he felt nervous for Draco. Daddy kissed Harry's head softly, set up some toys, and went to his desk. The class got back to work continuing to shift their eyes between all the activities in the room. Draco remained still as a statue, not moving from where Daddy had challenged him.

Ten minutes had passed before Draco moved. Slowly he began making his way towards Harry's play pen. Harry startled when Draco raked across the mesh getting his attention. He wanted to engage, the message was clear, but Harry wasn't sure if it was allowed. He looked to his Daddy and saw the slightest of nods, giving him permission to engage with Draco.

Harry removed his own pacifier. "'lo Draco. These my toys. I got all these stuffies to play with." Harry lined them all out and jabbered at Draco about their names, favorite things, and adventures. The littleness came easy to Harry and he forgot for a bit to be embarrassed about it." Harry talked aloud about giving him some to play with, looked over at Daddy for permission and again received a nod. Harry smiled delightedly and tossed some over the pen's side for Draco to play.

The face Draco made was not lit up like Harry's. He looked pained. His eyes cast downward, his lips were fighting with the pacifier, and he grabbed at his stomach.

"Draco? What wrong? You ok?" Harry worried. He looked to Daddy who didn't move or indicate hearing anything. "Daddy, something wrong." Still no response.

Tears welled in Draco's eyes. He wrapped his arms around his tummy. He was in agony. The tears started to spill over, his face red with pure rage and hate.

Harry cried out louder. "Daddy something's wrong. Draco…" and then he saw the slight shake of Daddy's head. Daddy had done something to cause this for Draco. He knew something was wrong and he wasn't reacting. Why? Why would he hurt him this way? What could cause him such discomfort?

It made itself aware to Harry within a minute or two. The smell had hit him, and he had seen Draco's face go from relief to outrage and embarrassment. Daddy had made Draco soil himself in front of the whole class and he was going to have to ask for help in front of everyone in our year to be changed. Daddy was diabolical.

"Draco," Harry whispered. "Draco, just go ask him to change you." Harry knew the discomfort of being soiled and he wouldn't have even wished on Draco at this point.

The boy was wailing, but no sound came out because the pacifier stayed rooted to his mouth. Draco walked over and began tugging at Daddy's shoulder demanding attention. Daddy has not even flinched. Draco tugged and pulled and planting his feet yanked with all his might to get acknowledgement. Daddy didn't move a millimeter even with all of Draco's strength pulling at him. Seemingly he slipped and the force was used against him, landing squarely on his bottom.

Draco turned a mixture of Slytherin green and Gryffindor red, but neither came off as determined or brave. It was sad and Harry felt the embarrassment wash over himself for how deeply Draco has gotten himself into a punishment.

"What a shame!" Daddy shouted, marking a parchment in front of him. "One ingredient mislabeled changed this grade from perfect to worthless. T for troll."

The resignation was all over Draco's face. He crawled to Daddy's feet and tugged on his pant leg. He made the motion of "up" and looked at him desperately.

"Oh, you'd been so quiet I almost forgot you were here. What do you need baby Draco?" He taunted as he gently pulled the pacifier from the boy's mouth.

"Ple… Please… I need changed… sir," Draco sounded small and broken. "I am poopy and need to be changed and cleaned up." A girl sniggered from the middle of the room and made a mocking face towards Draco. Harry couldn't have felt sorrier for him if he tried.

"Hmm. Yes. Babies do that don't they?" Daddy grinned. "Are you sure you're asking for what you NEED Draco?"

Draco heard the hidden threat in Daddy's voice. He mulled over his words. Respectful. Clear. It was what he needed. "Yes, sir."

"Fine," he said nonchalantly. "Pansy, change him."

The girl in the middle of the room and the entire class once again fell silent. All except Draco. He rattled the walls again with his cries.