Pansy was the one who had sniggered at Draco. Everyone also knew that Draco had a crush on her, but the feelings were not mutual. Draco had to be mortified at the thought. That feeling earlier about wanting to be swallowed up by the floor returned. Harry wanted to rescue the other boy from such embarrassment. What could he do?

"Daddy!" Harry yelled out in earnest. He reached his arms up over the play pen. "I wets daddy. Need changed."

A dubious look crossed Daddy's face. He thought Harry was lying. "If this is a ruse to save your friend and you don't need changed baby you will be in a heap of trouble." Daddy lifted him easily from the pen. He kept Harry on his hip while barking orders.

Daddy flicked his wand to create two side by side changing tables large enough to hold each boy. Daddy strategically placed them to be underneath the mounted mirror where students could usually look to see how Daddy was brewing a potion or cutting ingredients. This gave them an all access look at the boys being changed. "Now! Miss Parkinson! The baby needs changed, and you need some humility!"

Or humiliation, thought Harry. But he dare not speak aloud. He was kicking himself for purposely wetting to provide Draco some comradery. Now he was going to be on display with him. Damn.

It had to be the level of fear Daddy had instilled to make Pansy Parkinson comply. Seeing the current treatment of the little ones had to only add fuel to that. She huffed to the front, showing but not vocalizing her disagreement to this task.

Draco was still wailing in defiance. "Please figure this out Draco," thought Harry. "You aren't going to win."

Daddy had accioed all the necessary supplies for changing the boys. He set Harry gingerly down on the changing table. Harry was red with shame and his heart felt like a hummingbird nested in his chest. Daddy hummed while changing Harry as if this was the most natural thing in the world. He even gave Harry a grin and told him he was a good boy for alerting him to being wet. Daddy wiped but left Harry's diaper open to assist Pansy.

Another sticking charm was used to stop Draco's physical refusal and he had to instruct her on how to appropriately clean a poopy butt. There was some gagging, wailing, and gnashing of teeth from everyone but Daddy going on next to him. Harry focused on staying still and very slowly trying to hide himself from the mirror's reflection.

Pansy wiped Draco down. It took a ridiculous amount of time for the girl to get through the chore. Harry only tuned back in when he heard the girl gasp. "Draco! You're hard?"

The room burst into laughter. Daddy silenced them immediately and told them class was dismissed. The class had never emptied the dungeon so quickly. But within 30 seconds it was only the four of them.

Daddy returned to Harry's changing table. Harry glanced over to see Draco getting a final wipe down and was shocked to see that Pansy was leaning in to start pleasing Draco orally. Harry's eyes about gone out of his head and his jaw made an audible popping sound as it fell open. There was a glimmer surrounding them, but the sight was clear as day.
"We can see them, but they cannot see us baby. I don't think Pansy would react well to her professor pleasing baby Potter."

"I been good boy Daddy?" Harry asked innocently.

"A PARTICULARLY good boy. You let Daddy have attention on another baby boy. You heeded all my warnings. You did a diaper change in front of your peers though you were embarrassed. You've been a particularly good boy."

Harry sighed. As excited as his groins were getting to receive pleasure, the words Daddy was saying washed over him like a fresh rain. It made him feel happy and content that Daddy was pleased with him.

Severus could see a feeling cover Harry as he sunk into a smaller, trusting headspace. He could see the littleness come through with the twinkle in his eyes and the way he kicked out his limbs. The bond was forming and deepening in these small moments. He felt his own feelings for the boy shift and settle inside the core of who he was. Severus knew this training would go well past the agreed upon time he had set forth. He knew he would become forever responsible for what he had tamed here.

Daddy started kissing from Harry's forehead, soft, gentle, and nurturing. He kissed his eye lids. He kissed his cheeks. He placed a soft kiss on the boys lips. A sigh escaped Harry and his entire body, except for one part, had relaxed into a puddle of goo. Daddy worked his way down. His neck, his shoulder, his collarbone, his nipples, his navel. By the time he had made it to the most demanding part of Harry's body, he was painfully erect and pleading.

Moans, groans, and other sounds were flittering their way to Harry's ears. Draco seemed to be doing better. Before he give that any more thought, he felt his Daddy's mouth close around him. He felt like he was edged before the contact, at first touch he was already sharply jerking his hips and grabbing at his Daddy's hair.

Daddy continued a brutal pacing of swallowing the boy. He gently eased a finger into the boy's bottom and Harry saw stars. He let out a wail between ecstasy and torture. The hands in Daddy's hair were rougher and more demanding. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," kept being mumbled and Harry realized it was himself saying this for being so rough on Daddy's scalp.

"Going come… going…" and he was gone. He released deep in Daddy's mouth and all tension broke over him. Snape had to adjust himself for nearly ejaculating on himself while listening to Harry's pleas. They were affecting each other deeply. Physical, emotional, mental and sexually. All of it was theirs.

He would be responsible for what he had tamed.