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 Two: Elves? House Elves?

When Draco awoke on the first day of term at Hogwarts it was to the loud snoring of his new roommate, Harry Potter – the Boy-Who-Lived. Before he had come to Hogwarts he had been given a somewhat… misguided… opinion of Harry Potter, and was expecting to dislike him when they finally met. Amazingly, the opposite had happened. He had become friends with the boy, and had shared some of his innermost secrets – heck, Draco was a modest child and he had even let Harry see him naked! Twice!

He had a decision to make – he could tell one of the teachers at school about his needing to be changed every few hours, or he could ask Harry to take on that role. It was a hard choice for Draco to make. He hated the idea of handing over so much control to someone his own age, but it might be even worse having the entire school faculty believing him to be no more than a messy little baby. Harry was kind about changing him the day before, and didn't make fun of him for his problem at all. He could tell that Harry was responsible enough to take it seriously, and not abuse the power he would hold. Draco had pretty much decided that it was in his best interests to ask Harry to become his official 'carer' whilst at school, therefore preventing much humiliation; as long as Harry agreed, of course.

He waited while Harry went into the shower and emerged wearing a towel around his waist to ask him, and started speaking quickly before he lost his nerve.

"Harry, I need to ask you something." Draco started slowly.

"Go ahead." Harry replied.

"I was wondering ifyouwouldchangemeatschoolsotheteachersdontknow." Draco spoke this all in one breath, and by Harry's puzzled face that he had muddled his words. God, this was hard to do. He took a deep breath and started again.

"I was wondering if you would, if you don't mind, change me at school so I don't have to tell any of the Professors about my problem." He said, blushing. "I understand if you don't want to though, I don't want to pressure you into anything. I know it's a lot, asking you to commit to changing another kid's dirty nappies for the entire school year…"

Harry put up his hand to stop him speaking. "It's fine, Draco. If you want me to change you then I'll do it; I would have offered, but I assumed that your parents had already arranged for somebody to change you while you're at school."

"My parents don't approve of me wearing nappies. I refused to be potty trained for years and now they're refusing to potty train me. They thought that since it's my own fault that I'm still wearing nappies I should have to take the embarrassment of asking a Professor to change them for me." Draco replied.

Harry thought that was quite horrible of them, but decided not to say that about his new friend's parents. By this point in their conversation Harry was already fully dressed and Draco was still wearing a pair of fluffy blue pyjamas, and Harry could tell that Draco was getting quite self-conscious of this fact.

"Do you need me to change you now Draco?" Harry asked kindly. Draco nodded, and Harry placed the changing mat back on Draco's bed. "Lie down on the mat then and I'll get you cleaned up." Harry slid off Draco's pyjamas and placed them neatly on the floor beside his bed, and retrieved a new cloth nappy along with the usual accessories. Thankfully for Harry, Draco had only wet overnight and so he was very easy to change. As Draco got up he patted his padded bottom and went to place the dirty nappies into the special section of Draco's trunk. As he was there he looked and noted that Draco had only around 40 clean nappies remaining. Enough to last around five days. That could be quite a problem, Harry knew. He would talk to Draco about that after classes that day.

"I'll take your changing things with me today Draco, they can go at the bottom of my bag. Is that alright with you?" Harry asked and received only a slight nod in response, as Draco was busy getting into his robes and ready for learning. Harry packed enough for three nappy changes along with a secure bag to keep the soiled ones in. He then placed his school books on top and put the strap of the bag over his shoulder, which was thankfully not too heavy for his skinny frame to carry.

They left their room and went to the Hall for a speedy breakfast before their first lesson of the year, Charms. Harry was pleasantly surprised as he entered the room to find that their Professor was very short, quite a bit shorter than Draco and a lot shorter than himself. It was nice to know that even though he and Draco were the smallest in their year they were not the smallest in the school. Professor Flitwick, as the students found out he was called, was a half-goblin who was a Duelling Master for many years. This impressed everyone in the room and the Professor immediately had the attention of all of the students.

"Gryffindors." Draco muttered in annoyance, as he watched one of the Gryffindor students somehow set the feather that they were supposed to be floating alight and explode in his face. Harry laughed – he didn't want to go against all Gryffindors, but that one had to be just plain stupid.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry incanted, watching with excitement as his feather floated up into the air and remained there for a few seconds before dropping down to the table again.

"Well done, Mr. Potter! Twenty points to Slytherin for being the first to cast the charm!" As the Professor said this a chime was heard, "And it is the end of the class. All of you except Mr. Potter here, I expect 6 inches of parchment on the casting of the Wingardium Leviosa charm by our next lesson." The students all filed out grumbling, except for Harry who was enjoying his success.

Throughout Harry's life up until Hogwarts he had been forced to downplay his skills, in order to avoid being punished for surpassing Dudley in his studies. Now that he was at Hogwarts he had no need to do this and could let his academic side out. It was a wonderful and entirely new feeling for him to be praised by an adult. He decided that he liked that feeling, and he was determined to keep up his good work so that he could be recognised for it.

While Draco was annoyed at himself for not successfully completing the charm, he was happy for his friend. From the very little that he had learnt on the train the day before it was obvious that Harry had not had a very happy childhood, and he felt surprisingly thankful that he now had the chance to shine away from home. Harry was in a very playful mood as they continued on to Herbology. Draco jumped when Harry dragged him off into an abandoned classroom.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing, Harry?" Draco asked incredulously as Harry closed the door behind them.

"I was going to ask you if you needed to be changed," Harry replied, then slyly stated, "or would you prefer for me to do that where everybody can hear me?"

Draco shook his head and removed his robe and unzipped his trousers, then turned his back on Harry. Harry couldn't think what Draco was doing – how was he meant to change him like this? Then he remembered a program that Aunt Petunia had been watching once, and it had showed a mother pulling back the nappy and sticking a few fingers between the legs to check if it was wet or messy. Harry had no idea why Draco didn't just tell him about the state of his nappy, but he guessed that he didn't know. After a long time of wearing nappies you stopped knowing when you needed changing.

Harry pulled back the nappy and looked down to find it clean, then he performed the other check. He slid two fingers into the side of Draco's nappy and felt around for wetness, noting Draco's slight jump as his fingers brushed his privates. He quickly apologised and told Draco that he was quite wet, but could easily last until after Herbology – a class that they ran to before they were late.

The Herbology class was something that Harry found incredibly easy; working in Aunt Petunia's garden for many years had taught him a lot about caring for plants and he had an easy time doing the same in the greenhouse at Hogwarts.

Even he was outdone however by a Gryffindor called Neville Longbottom. The boy seemed very shy and kept to himself with few friends, but in the greenhouse he seemed to come into his own and earned his house a large amount of points for his detailed and correct answers to all of Professor Sprout's questions. Draco sneered at him when he received these points, but Harry just smiled knowing how the boy felt.

In the last few minutes of the lesson Harry noticed a familiar smell and looked over at Draco who was standing next to him and looking quite flustered; it was obvious to Harry that he had just made quite a large mess in his nappy. Once they reached the school they immediately went to the abandoned classroom that they had used earlier in the day, in which Harry changed Draco; this time using two nappies as they had no more classes in the day – with two Draco could still easily walk, but with a slight unnoticeable waddle. Even if Draco hadn't wanted to wear two he wouldn't have had a choice considering that Harry was the one with his supplies.

As Harry was wiping Draco's bottom he started a conversation, attempting to relieve Draco's embarrassment. "So, I was meaning to talk to you about something after classes today. When I was getting out your things this morning I noticed that you're already starting to run low. It seems that your parents only packed enough nappies to last you until the end of this school week."

Draco gasped and Harry had to grip his ankles tightly to ensure that he didn't get up in his anger. "Damn them! How on Earth can I get nappies cleaned at Hogwarts? I'm going to have to tell a Professor aren't I?" Draco's anger quickly dissipated and was replaced with a resigned face.

"Don't worry about it for now, we'll figure something out." Harry promised him reassuringly.

Harry and Draco sat in the Great Hall that night for their evening meal to a lively conversation with many of the other first-years in their house on the advantages of being in Slytherin over any of the other houses. It was inevitable really, and looking around the hall it was obvious that all of the houses were doing similar things on their first real day at school; each thinking that they were the superior house.

At some point during the meal Harry turned to Draco and asked something that had been nibbling at his mind since the previous night. "How does all of this food get made for so many people, Draco? I mean, it's obviously done with magic – but how?"

"House elves." Draco replied simply, taking another bite of a large roast potato.

"House… house what?" Harry asked incredulously.

"House elves. They love to work and somewhere like Hogwarts would have hundreds of them; they do the cleaning, cooking and other maintenance." He replied as if it was obvious.

Harry thought over that for a few minutes and then something clicked. "I've got a plan."

"So, what's this plan then?" Draco asked later that night in the common room.

"You know those house elves that you were telling me about at dinner time?" Draco nodded. "Well, we could ask them to wash your nappies for you – I'm sure they would do it, and I doubt we'd need to ask a Professor! Even if we did, surely there's at least one that you could trust with it."

"I… suppose. I'd rather not tell any Professors at all but if I really have to I suppose I could tell Professor Snape – he's my godfather, but he doesn't know that I'm still wearing nappies." Draco replied hesitantly, "I'd prefer trying without asking first though, that way it could stay a secret from everybody."

Harry immediately agreed and so Draco summoned a house elf to their room.

"What does little masters wish of Plinky, sirs?" The elf asked as it popped into the room.

"Plinky, we were wondering how the school copes when people with babies come to visit – who supplies and washes nappies, things like that." Harry asked cautiously, holding up a calming hand to stop Draco's protests at it being implied that he was a baby. Harry knew that it was the easiest way to get the answer out of the tiny elf.

"House elves be doing all the cleaning, sirs. Professors can approve anything else to be done by house elves, so they be adding that task for the babies." Plinky replied excitedly.

Harry was disappointed, and Draco was resigned but they had the answer they wanted so Harry dismissed the elf and they proceeded down to the office of Professor Snape to request the supplies.

Professor Severus Snape was sitting in his office looking over his old schoolbooks and journals from the time that he attended Hogwarts. He was torn over one of the newest additions to the school – Harry Potter.

Reading about his schooldays and his run-ins with James Potter and his gang of fools was forcing him to compare the behaviour of the newest Potter (which he had admittedly not seen much of) to that of his now deceased enemy. His new student appeared to be quite far removed from that of his father, and was fitting quite well into his own house. A Potter – in Slytherin! That was something that Severus Snape never thought he would have the privilege to see.

And he was friends with, of all people, his godson Draco Malfoy. Draco was a notoriously arrogant person and had a tendency – just like his father – to alienate those people who he tried to befriend. But he had managed to somehow 'get in' with the Boy-Who-Lived himself, and that showed that Harry Potter had at least some kindness.

Severus did admit to himself now that he had pretty much made up his mind about the younger Potter before he had even arrived at Hogwarts, and was all set to take revenge on him for the actions that his father had taken. But now, now it didn't seem that simple, and he felt inclined to give Potter the benefit of the doubt – at least until he had evidence to suggest that his behaviour was declining.

He heard a knock at his office door and stood up to open it, he knew that it had to be a student as no staff member regularly knocked on his door – the floo was far easier to use for inter-castle communications. He opened the door to find the very people that he had just been thinking about: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Potter looked quite anxious and Draco looked mortified at being where he was. Severus' curiosity was aroused and he beckoned the pair in and closed the door loudly behind them as the two sat down in high-backed seats in front of his desk.

"Will the two of you please tell me that you were not sent here on the first day of school for misbehaving?" Professor Snape asked plaintively, to which Harry and Draco both quickly shook their heads. "Well what is it then?"

"Sev- Sir." Draco quickly corrected himself, "I have a problem. I…"

"Yes?" Professor Snape asked, feigning patience.

"I still wear nappies." He said softly.

Severus was, for once, totally shocked at this. He knew that Draco had stayed in nappies for a lot longer than would be considered normal – the last time he had seen Draco in them though was when he was eight, and he had presumed that Draco had since been potty trained. Evidently this was not the case.

"Why are you telling me this now? Are you trying to say that you've not been changed since yesterday when you got on the Express?" he asked incredulously, hoping that his godson would not be so stupid as to leave a change so long.

"No, Harry changed me. I know that's unexpected but… well, Harry wore nappies for a long time too and he found out. I've asked him to change me throughout the year and he's agreed so that I don't have to tell anybody."

Professor Snape looked at Harry and for the first time saw a totally different person to James Potter. James would never have offered to do something like this, heck, even Severus himself wouldn't offer to do this. Deal with someone's dirty nappies for a year? Someone who he'd only just met? It was a show of kindness if there ever was one.

"So, if you have someone who's agreed to change you, why do you need me?" Professor Snape asked curiously.

Harry answered this one, as Draco seemed to be unable to speak anymore. It was obvious that he was humiliated to tell even his godfather about something this private, and was close to tears. He wanted to get out of his seat and comfort Draco, but was saved doing this by Harry reaching out and stroking Draco's back gently as he spoke.

"We need to get the house elves to wash and dry his nappies, plastic pants and wipes – he's close to running out already. We asked a house elf called Plinky who said it could be done, but only if a Professor was the one to request it. So Draco said we should come to you." He replied.

"I will make the arrangements with the elves to provide what you asked for by the end of classes tomorrow. Plinky, was it that you asked?" Harry nodded. "Leave the… soiled… nappies out in a clear bag and they will be taken to be washed."

Professor Snape turned to face Draco. "Draco, I understand your embarrassment over this but you can come to me about anything – you know that, don't you?" Draco nodded slightly. "Good."

"Can we go now, sir?" Harry asked. Professor Snape nodded and motioned them towards the door. Harry guided Draco out of the room and back into their own room where they quickly got into their beds and went to sleep after another exhausting day.

The next day passed quickly with their first Defence and Potions lessons taking place. Harry especially enjoyed his Potions lesson as Professor Snape gave him lots of hints as they went through the lesson on how to improve his potion. He said that Harry was a natural at potions making just like his mother, Lily. For Harry this was probably one of the biggest compliments the Professor could have given him and he was over the moon at being compared to his mother. He vowed to find out how the Professor knew his mother, and whether he knew his father too.

When they returned to their room after lessons however, they were both in for a big surprise. It was quite evident that Plinky had been in and washed the soiled nappies, but there was quite a lot of difference made to the room itself. Along one wall was now a changing table, with a wooden highchair set beside it. Draco's bed had been totally modified and now instead of having curtains had 5' tall wooden bars surrounding it. Draco was totally in shock and so was Harry, who at least had the presence of mind to summon Plinky.

"What are the young masters wanting of Plinky, sirs?" the elf asked innocently.

"Plinky, where did all of this furniture come from? And why has Draco's bed been changed to a baby's cot?" Harry asked.

"Master Draco is a baby." Draco looked like he wanted to strangle the little elf, "Yous is saying yesterday about how the castle deals with babies, and this is what we elves does for babies. The furniture is magic-made for the baby's size."

"We didn't need all of this furniture Plinky, the changing table would have been useful but the cot and highchair are unnecessary." Harry replied kindly.

"We's cannot be removing it until young masters finish Hogwarts. Professors forbid wasting of magic and time, so they must be used." The elf replied sadly.

"Well… is there at least any way to get rid of the sides on the cot?" Harry asked, and thankfully received an affirmative answer. The cot was keyed to his magic, and by touching the cot and saying 'Sides Down' Harry could remove the sides, and the opposite to put them up. Only he or a Professor could control the cot. He did this immediately, much to Draco's relief. He would not sleep in a cot!

Plinky showed Harry and Draco where the clean supplies were under the changing table, and a magic 'bin' to put soiled nappies in for cleaning. Harry thanked the elf who quickly popped out of the room.

"Don't worry Draco, we don't need to use any of this stuff! I must say the changing table will be useful," Draco reluctantly nodded at this, not liking the fact but accepting that it would help Harry change him, "but the highchair and the sides on the cot can just stay unused." He still looked unsure, but accepted this. "Now, I think we should test out this changing table and get that messy nappy of yours cleaned up, okay?"

It was early evening on the second day of term at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were doing what all young boys have a tendency to do: make trouble. They were exploring the third-floor corridor that they had been told was strictly out of bounds at the start of the year. They thought it was all a big joke of course; they thought that the Professor's had no reason for being there and the danger didn't really exist. They knew they shouldn't be there, but they were anyway. So far, they hadn't found anything up there that they shouldn't – so they couldn't see a problem being there.

Except, it didn't take too long before a dim light could be seen approaching around a corner along with the muttering of the elderly caretaker Filch. The two boys did not want to get a reputation as troublemakers, which getting a detention on the second day of school would certainly do to them. They ran and found themselves in a dead end. There was a locked door ahead of them, and Filch was still behind them. Harry thought back to his spell book and remembered that there was a spell for unlocking doors. He had never tried it before in his life, so he just had to hope that it would work.

"Alohomora!" Harry incanted and breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the lock on the door click and watched the door swing open.

Harry and Draco both quickly ran into the new corridor that they had just opened and closed the door quietly behind them. They heard a loud growl from behind them and turned around slowly on the spot. They were faced with the most gigantic dog that either of them had ever seen. It was at least three times as tall as Harry, and many times as wide. Its three heads were slobbering over the wet floor and the growls were reverberating throughout the lengthy corridor. They now understood completely why the third floor was forbidden.

No longer caring about being caught Harry quickly reopened the door and the two boys jumped out, slamming the door behind them. Fortunately for them, Filch had gone off in search of other mischievous students. They ran down the corridor and down the stairs, arriving at the Great Hall just in time for dinner… their hearts were beating faster than ever, but there was only one question in both of their minds. What was that dog guarding?

It was half an hour before curfew, and the library was almost empty. Only a few seventh-years and two first-year students remained studying. Harry Potter was sitting at a table reading a book called Mythical Creatures: Distinguishing Fact from Fiction and searching through it for any information about three-headed dogs. So far he had turned up empty-handed, but he hadn't given up. Almost at the end of the book the other first-year in the library came up to him nervously, and Harry recognised that it was a Ravenclaw girl: Hermione Granger. She was incredibly smart, and rivalling him in all of the classes that they had together. He had never spoken to her but he already respected her for her attitude to studying and her intellect.

The girl was carrying an open Charms book, and looked very nervous. "I was wondering, Harry, if you could help me with this charm? The Repello charm. I can't seem to get the wand movements right."

Harry immediately agreed and helped her out with her problem, and with ten minutes before curfew she successfully completed the charm; which was forcing a book to hover above the table repelling it.

"You're much nicer than everyone thinks, you know." Hermione stated, "I was nervous coming up to you 'cause you're a Slytherin and everyone thinks you're a bit off because of that. And you hang around with that Malfoy boy, although if you're anything like him then he must be nicer than he seems."

"I try to be nice to everyone until I get to know them. I know what it feels like to get pushed aside based on appearances." Harry replied.

"I know what you mean." Hermione said sadly.

Madam Pince was now shooing people out of the library, so they got up to leave and headed towards the doorway, promising to talk again when they had more time. Harry decided that he liked Hogwarts; it was far easier to be the weird kid in a castle where being weird was being normal.