A Pampered Pureblood
Warning: I don't own any of the characters. This story is weird, and will probably contain weird things. There will also be very little real plot beyond the books themselves, and I make no guarantees that characters will stay in-character. Don't read it if you don't like it.
Chapter One: Discovering Draco
Harry looked around as the door to his compartment opened; it was that boy from the shop, the one who had called him a… what was it? A mudblood? He decided that he was going to at least find out what that meant before he turned against the boy completely. After all, growing up at the Dursleys he didn't have any friends – he wasn't going to ruin his chances at getting a friend based on one meeting.
"So, it's you again." Draco said scathingly, inwardly berating himself for not arriving to the train earlier – there was nowhere else to sit, "There's nowhere else on the train so I suppose I'll have to join you in here." Harry said nothing, only staring at Draco.
Harry didn't think that this boy was always like this; it was obvious that the boy was very opinionated and possibly a bit arrogant, but not aggressive. It just didn't fit with what Harry saw in him. If anything, Harry thought that he was acting. Harry knew a lot about acting; having done it all the time in the past when he was scared of Dudley and his gang. And that's what Harry thought Draco Malfoy was now; afraid. He was afraid of something, and Harry was determined to find out what that was.
"I don't think I introduced myself last time we met, Draco. I'm Harry Potter." Harry said, watching with slight annoyance as the boy's mouth gaped open in shock.
"You… You're Harry Potter?" Draco asked incredulously.
Harry nodded. "Can you please not stare at me like that? I said the other day that I only found out recently about that; I don't know if I really like being famous."
Draco quickly looked away, his mind racing. He had insulted Harry Potter. He had insulted the saviour of the wizarding world. He. Was. An. Idiot. He had the chance to become friends with a child who was most likely going to be one of the most influential people of his generation; he would be an idiot not to take it. "I'm sorry for what I called you the other day, Harry. I know it sounds weak now – after I find out you're famous – but I really am sorry for that. I was…" Did he really want to say he was afraid? He wouldn't have to explain why he was afraid, would he? "… I was afraid."
"Why were you afraid?" Harry asked, not sure about the truthfulness of the apology but willing to accept it for now. It suited both of them to become friends, so why not just accept it and move on?
"I…" Draco paused, not wanting to tell the Boy-Who-Lived that he still wore nappies like a baby did. It was too embarrassing to even think about. "I don't want to say. Could we be friends?" he asked shyly; for the first time in his life he wasn't the richest or most famous boy in the room. It was a very strange feeling for him.
"Okay." Harry replied happily; he had made his first friend.
The journey passed quickly with Draco introducing Harry to all of the most important parts of magical life; exploding snap, chocolate frogs and of course quidditch. Harry was both fascinated and tremendously confused at the concept of quidditch; so many different balls and rules and players and… it was a lot to take in. Harry guessed it was a bit like muggle football; something that almost everybody played. He couldn't wait to try it out.
In the middle of one of their games of exploding snap Harry noticed a rather disgusting smell in the air that definitely hadn't been there before – it was only him and Draco in the compartment too, and he realized it must be Draco. He didn't say anything though, thinking it would pass in a minute or so.
Five minutes later and the smell was still there. He had noticed that Draco was blushing quite severely for no apparent reason, and he was giving very short answers to anything Harry asked. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what the matter was.
"Draco, this might sound stupid, but… are you wearing a nappy?" Harry asked cautiously, not wanting to offend the boy if he was wrong. He didn't think he was wrong of course; it was quite obvious to him that Draco was. The Dursleys weren't exactly very involved in his upbringing and potty training him had been the last thing on their list of priorities. From the age of three onwards he changed his own nappies and until the age of eight he still wore them, getting a lot of flack at school for it. It was one of the reasons he hadn't had any friends – none of the other kids wanted to be friends with a baby after all.
Draco felt like he was about to cry. When he had felt the mess empty into his nappy during one of their games he had known he would be discovered, but now he was filled with shame, humiliation and fear. He was so scared of what his new friend would say. He just nodded and tried his hardest to keep down the lump that was growing in his throat.
"Don't worry about it, I know the feeling." Harry said quietly, trying to cheer Draco up. "I used to wear them too. I only stopped a few years ago actually!"
"R- Really?" Draco asked, all trace of his former attitude was gone.
"Really. My aunt and uncle were… not very good guardians. They never bothered with potty training me; I wore nappies for eight years until I trained myself – even during that time I was made to change myself too! I guess you change yourself too?" Harry asked, obviously expecting a positive response.
Draco relaxed a lot while Harry was talking; it was a far better response than he was expecting. Finding a kid who was almost in the same boat made him feel a lot safer; it was very fortunate that he had decided upon becoming friends with him. Of course then Harry had to go and bring up the one thing that was sure to make him nervous again; the thought of who was going to change him brought up so many problems.
"No, I don't – my mother won't let me, she says that they'll leak if I do it myself." Draco responded sadly, "I don't know who'll change me yet. I'm dreading having to ask somebody to do it when we get to Hogwarts!"
"Well…" Harry considered, "I could change you. I've had enough experience doing it to myself that doing it to somebody else shouldn't be an issue. I understand if you don't want me to see you naked and all, but you really do need to be changed. You stink!" Harry laughed at that, trying to lighten up the situation with a bit of humour.
Draco's laugh sounded a little bit forced, and Harry could tell that he was giving serious thought to the idea of a kid his own age changing him. It would definitely save on embarrassment considering that he didn't have to do anymore explaining; but in the past he had only ever been changed by adults, and this was a very different situation. He decided to make the most of what he had and replied almost in a whisper, "Okay, Harry. Can you change me please?"
Harry nodded and Draco jumped up to get to his trunk. He opened the latches and dug inside it to find what he was looking for. Three cloth wipes, two cloth nappies, a plastic nappy cover, 'baby' powder and a soft changing mat. He laid the mat on the opposite seat and made sure that the door was locked before he removed his trousers and lay down on the mat revealing his full nappy.
Harry sat down at the bottom end of the mat and removed the pins on the nappies, pulling down the front to reveal the boy's mess. It had been some time since he had last changed himself, and he was shocked at the amount of mess that an eleven-year old boy could make.
Undaunted, he grabbed one of the wipes and gently removed all traces of poo from the naked boy in front of him, smiling slightly as he blushed. As much as he would hate to be in his situation it was kind of cool for him, seeing another boy naked for the first time was very new to Harry. He sprinkled a light coating of powder and then fastened on the boy's new nappies. He watched as Draco put back on his trousers and looked just like any other first-year student again. "Thanks." Draco told Harry sincerely.
"Anytime." Harry replied in the same tone. There was silence for the rest of the trip, both of the boys considering how their lives had changed so quickly.
As the Hogwarts Express slowed for its approach into Hogsmeade Station the two friends changed into their school robes and waited left their compartment, waiting for the train to finally come to a stop.
Not soon after they had crossed the lake to the school and were waiting nervously and impatiently in the Entrance Hall to be taken into the Great Hall.
Harry and Draco both stared around in awe at the incredible splendour of the Hall as they were led through it by the stern Deputy Headmistress. The overall effect of the decoration was amazing to the new first-years; the faded colours and frayed edges of the age-old house banners, the golden edging and foreign lettering on the Headmaster's throne-like chair, the charmed ceiling that made it look like the hall was completely open to all the elements – the wide eyes of all the young new students were almost laughable to the returning students who had seen it all before.
As they reached the head of the hall, the students were confronted with the teachers table – which, even with the smiling faces of almost all of the teachers was very intimidating to the small children now standing in front of it. The students watched nervously as Professor McGonagall brought out a tall stall with a floppy black hat atop it. Some of them laughed a little at seeing the not-very-fearsome object which was undoubtedly to sort them with, which relieved much of the tension. However, some of that fright came back when the hat did something that most normal hats did not do; it began singing that years sorting song.
"Oh you may not think me pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none), For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
"When I call out your name from this sheet of parchment you will place the hat on your head and be seated on the stool," the Professor told the new students, "After your house has been announced you will sit at the appropriate table."
The sorting progressed slowly, leaving the students anxious and more than ready for their turn at being sorted. "Abbott, Hannah!" was the first to be sorted, being sent to Hufflepuff house after a few seconds deliberation. "Bones, Susan!" was the next Hufflepuff to be sorted, and looked very cheerful about the fact too. Harry noticed Draco's frown at someone actually being cheerful about being sorted into Hufflepuff, which made him laugh slightly. "Boot, Terry!" took the longest to sort yet, but after a minute the hat made its choice and placed him into Ravenclaw. Harry felt himself dozing off, but quickly shook himself awake again; the sorting was nowhere near finished yet.
"Finnegan, Seamus!" The sorting continued on, with the short Irish boy being sorted straight into Gryffindor house. "Granger, Hermione!" A bushy-haired girl was sorted after a few minutes deliberation into Ravenclaw, which the girl looked very happy with. "Longbottom, Neville!" was sorted quite quickly into Gryffindor and looked very happy about that fact too as he placed the hat back on the stool and walked off to his house table. "MacDougal, Morag!" was placed into Ravenclaw house, and that made Harry hope he didn't get sorted there – she had been eyeing him up, and he didn't want to know what she had been thinking about.
"Malfoy, Draco!" This was the one that Harry had been waiting for. He was glad he was going after Draco, that way he would have a chance of convincing the hat to place him with his new friend if it looked like he wasn't going into the same house. Neither of the boys had long to wait to find out what house he would be in, as nearly as soon as the hat touched the sides of Draco's head it yelled out "SLYTHERIN!" – at which point Draco smirked and almost strutted off to the Slytherin table, to which Harry just rolled his eyes. He hadn't known him long but it was obvious that Draco could be very arrogant when he wanted to be.
Harry stood around waiting for his name to be called for what seemed like hours as the rest of the first-years were sorted into their houses.
"Potter, Harry!"
However, when it came down to it he didn't want to move. The entire hall had gone silent for a moment when his name was announced, and was then filled with whispers about the Boy-Who-Lived (Harry had a horrible feeling that name belonged to him) coming to Hogwarts. As he locked eyes with an impatient Professor McGonagall he knew he had to move, so he forced himself forwards and sat down on the chair as quickly as he could. For once he was glad he was so small, since the Hat could easily fit over his eyes making it so he didn't have to look at the rest of the hall; a small mercy indeed.
"Hmm," Harry heard what he knew must be the hat say in his ear, "Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... so where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, 'Not Gryffindor, not Gryffindor.'
"Not Gryffindor, eh?" said the voice loudly, "Are you sure? Your bravery could take you far in that house, I assure you of that. Well, if you're sure - better be… SLYTHERIN!"
Harry was flooded with relief as the Sorting Hat made its announcement to the Hall, and was overjoyed as he walked over and sat next to Draco. Fortunately for him he did not notice the very light applause from the students and the looks of total shock plastered over the faces of all his teachers – or even more surprisingly, a look of deep thought on one Potion Master's face.
The rest of the feast passed very quickly for Harry, still on a high from the day's excitement and it didn't diminish at all as the group of new first-years descended into the dungeons following the Slytherin prefects to their common room.
"Putus cruor." One of the prefects stated to what seemed to be a random section of stone which immediately opened in on itself. Harry looked to Draco for an explanation.
"It's the password to get into the common room; it means 'pure blood'." He stated matter-of-factly. Harry didn't like the fuss that everybody seemed to make about how pure a wizard or witch's blood was, but knew this wasn't the right time to go into that. He stepped inside the common room, closely followed by Draco and the remaining students.
The two prefects that they had followed down through the dungeons gave a small speech about the sleeping arrangements, curfew and school rules. They also went over the 'Slytherin rules'; unofficial and unwritten rules of conduct for those students lucky enough to be sorted into Slytherin, along with an explanation of some of the problems that came with being in Slytherin. These were things like the fact that the rest of the school were likely to look down on them and start fights with them, and that they tended to be blamed for everything by the teachers – excepting of course their Head of House, Professor Snape.
In Slytherin the students were divided up into pairs who then took a room which they stayed in for their entire seven years of schooling at Hogwarts. Harry and Draco of course decided immediately to take a room together and proceeded up to their room, their trunks following behind them courtesy of a levitation spell cast by one of the prefects before they left. They set the trunks at the end of their beds and started to change into their pyjamas as it was already quite late.
As they changed Harry noticed that Draco's nappy was now discoloured and sagging down his legs; it was quite obvious that it wouldn't last the night, and it seemed as though Draco was too embarrassed to ask him to change it again. Before Draco had a chance to put on his pyjama bottoms Harry spoke. "Do you want me to change you again, Draco? There's no chance that nappy will last the entire night."
Draco looked at him and it was obvious that a scathing insult was ready on his tongue, but he visibly forced it back. He looked down at his drooping nappy and nodded hesitantly, sitting down on his bed as Harry motioned him backwards. Harry opened Draco's trunk and took out all that he had on the train along with a special potion that he noticed and presumed was to prevent rashes – it had been a long time since Draco was changed, and by the state of him it was almost certain he would have the beginnings of a nasty rash.
Harry laid the changing mat on Draco's bed and waited for Draco to lay down upon it before he removed the plastic pants and removed the pins on the nappy. He then lowered the front and lifted Draco's legs, quickly and efficiently wiping him and then adding a generous spread of the potion and powder to his newly cleaned bottom. He was correct about the rash, which had already set in and judging by Draco's pained hiss was quite sensitive.
"How many do you usually wear at night?" Harry asked.
"Five or six." Draco replied, "It makes it really hard to walk afterwards," this was an understatement, he had to crawl when he had his night nappies on, "but if they're not thick then I leak and it makes it worse in the mornings."
Harry nodded, knowing exactly what Draco meant about leaking – and took out the correct amount of nappies, not wanting to have to help deal with soaked sheets on his first day at Hogwarts. He pinned the nappy onto Draco, and had to laugh as Draco tried and failed to stand up and get his pyjama bottoms on. After a minute or so of Draco alternating between glaring and falling over he assisted him, and pulled them over his nappy. He slid his hands under Draco's armpits and helped guide him into his bed. He washed his hands, and lay down in his own bed and waited for Draco to turn out the lights.
They were both exhausted from their long journey and the excitement of finding new friends, they quickly fell into dreams of what their first year of wizarding education would be like.