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.

Author Edit: Although it isn't explicitly mentioned in this chapter, the invisibility cloak is passed down to Harry at Christmas as per canon storylines.

Chapter Three: Bookworms and Babies

The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were filled with decorations as the festive season approached. Gold and silver tinsel lined every corridor and it was almost impossible to walk down a corridor without being surprised by the magical mistletoe that was enchanted to appear above student's heads at random times throughout the day. The ghosts had been pranked, for the first time in Hogwarts history, and were now charmed to sing festive songs whenever they were passed in the corridors. Harry was quite certain that the professors could have easily reversed the charm if they wished to, but they held back simply for the comedic value – much to the ghosts' displeasure.

A week before Christmas Eve the term ended and those students going home for the summer were due to leave. It was quite amazing how few students were staying behind for the Christmas holidays. There were, in fact, only eight students remaining. There were five Gryffindor sixth-year boys, Harry, Draco and Hermione. Because nobody else was staying from Ravenclaw, Hermione was going to be moving to the Slytherin dorms for the Christmas period.

"Hi Hermione, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, meet Hermione Granger." Harry said as he saw Hermione walking down the stairs from one of the girls' rooms into the Slytherin common room on the first day of the holidays. Draco was not too pleased that a muggleborn was going to be in their dorms and common room for a few weeks, but Harry had convinced him that Hermione was not a bad person and to give her a chance.

"Hello Draco, it's good to meet you at last. Harry's told me so much about you." Hermione told him, and Harry groaned. Draco would undoubtedly take that badly and he subtly shook his head at Draco's glare, telling him that no, he had not told Hermione about his nappies.

"It's… nice… to see you too Hermione." Draco replied, getting a glare from Harry for his rudeness. He didn't want to push his luck too far with Harry; his friend had been becoming more assertive with him through the last month and he had a feeling that if pushed too far then he would regret it.

He stuck out his hand in an offer of friendship to Hermione, who accepted it with a smile.

"How did you get him to agree?" Harry asked excitedly, "It's not like him to say yes to something like this!"

Draco had done something that seemed to be impossible; and if they had told any of the Gryffindors about it they would think it was a lie. Heck, if you told most of the Slytherins about it then they would think it was a lie. Draco had convinced Professor Snape to accompany them to Diagon Alley for the day in order to buy their Christmas gifts. He had even agreed to let Hermione come with them.

They were currently standing in the Entrance Hall waiting for Professor Snape to arrive; for once the usually lively students were quiet, trying to think of inventive presents for all of their friends. Harry was the most excited of all of them; this was his first real Christmas, the first Christmas that he would be receiving or giving presents. He had talked to Draco about it a few days before, and Draco had been outraged at the fact that he had never received presents at Christmas. That's why Draco had gone to Professor Snape; to make it so that Harry could join in with the festive season.

When Professor Snape arrived he lead the three highly excitable first-years down through the main gates and out of the wards. He gave them a quick lecture on safety, with the threat of dire punishments if they set even one foot out of line, before they took a portkey to the Leaky Cauldron.

The Professor sent them off to do their shopping whilst he went on errands for the few Professors who were remaining at Hogwarts over the holidays. The three kids split up straight away, and went to different shops so as not to see what the others would be buying. Harry bought Draco's gift first, and then Hermione's after that. He was going to stop there, but he decided that he should get something for Professor Snape – for bringing them out of Hogwarts to do their shopping. It was the least he could do to get the Professor something in return.

His shopping already finished, Harry decided to have a look around some of the shops that he had not been able to view on his first trip to Diagon alley; which, now that he thought about it, had been quite rushed. He went into Quality Quidditch Supplies and browsed their amazing selection of brooms, and found himself wishing he was just a year older so that he could buy one and take it back to Hogwarts with him. After browsing through a couple of other shops without buying anything he quickly went to the Magical Menagerie and bought another couple of packets of Owl Treats for Hedwig, which he was already running out of.

His shopping hour was now over, and returned to the Leaky Cauldron to find that he was the first of the three kids back. Professor Snape was already sitting at a table waiting for them to arrive, and as soon as Draco and Hermione came in they took another portkey back to the Hogwarts gates. Harry, Draco and Hermione thanked the Professor and then ran off back to the school to stash all of the presents that they had just purchased before the others had a chance to see them.

After hiding away their new purchases the three of them left the school and started a snowball fight; it had evidently been snowing heavily since they had left that morning as the grounds were now covered with many inches of snow. Harry threw a snowball at Draco especially hard and was mortified when he saw it fly straight past Draco's head and into the face of Professor Flitwick.

"Professor Flitwick, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you." Harry hurriedly said, ignoring the loud laughter coming from Draco and Hermione.

Professor Flitwick glared at him for a moment before smiling.

"Don't worry about it; I shouldn't have risked walking out into this warzone without protection, should I?" he asked Harry playfully. Harry was shocked to find that his Professor was not angry at him but went along with it all the same. If he wasn't in trouble then he wasn't going to risk messing that up.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Professor Flitwick asked, motioning to Professors Dumbledore and Sprout who were standing behind him watching the proceedings with interest. Harry shook his head and had to duck as Professor Dumbledore sent a snowball at him with magic; it skimmed straight over his head and hit Draco's shoulder.

"This is war!" Draco shouted, returning fire at the Professors.

From that point on it was Professors vs. Students, and nobody quite knew who was actually winning the fight. About twenty minutes into the fight Harry had an opportunity that he couldn't quite bring himself to pass up. Draco was standing around a metre in front of him, the top of his nappy just visible to anyone who bothered to look carefully enough. Harry picked up a giant handful of snow and snuck up behind Draco. He speedily pulled back Draco's nappy and shoved the snow inside it, bursting out in laughter as Draco spun round in shock. Evidently Draco had thought that it was someone other than Harry that had done that, who had somehow found out about his secret. The relief on his face was immense, not even overridden by the annoyance he was feeling at having ice cold snow stuffed down next to his most sensitive parts. Harry knew he was get an earful for what he did later, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He allowed Draco his revenge by turning his back to him and letting him shove a pile of snow into his own underwear. It was well worth it.

An hour later and the fight was finally coming to an end, all the participants having run out of energy long before. They were all absolutely soaking wet, but it still took Madam Pomfrey ordering them all – including the Professors – back into the school and away from the cold before they caught hypothermia. She gave them all Pepper-Up potions and sent them to go and get ready for dinner.

Harry and Draco thought this was especially good advice, since if Draco's nappy took any more liquid into it then it was likely to fall right off his legs. It was already sagging tremendously and pulling Draco's trousers further down his legs with every step that he took. They walked quickly down to the dungeons and parted ways from Hermione at the entrance to the dormitories.

Hermione watched them leave with a frown on her face. She had been noticing more and more over the last few days, when there was nobody else around, that Harry and Draco had a tendency to disappear to their room more often than would be expected. They even went there at times during the day, and not just in the morning or the evening as most students did. Hermione could think of no realistic explanation for their behaviour, and was determined to find one.

Draco clambered onto the changing table as soon as they got into the room and quickly stripped off his shirt and laid down. Harry laughed at his almost demanding behaviour and decided to change himself first, hearing Draco's loud 'harrumph' as he stripped off and towelled himself dry before re-dressing in dry clothing.

"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked innocently, laughing at the look of betrayal on his face.

He took pity on Draco and gathered up some new clothes for him before walking over to the table and preparing for an especially nasty nappy change; Draco hadn't been changed since early that morning, and since that point he had even had snow shoved into his nappy that had undoubtedly also been messed in at some point. Harry supposed that was just karma paying him back for what he did to Draco.

He took off Draco's trousers first, showing him the most swelled up nappy he had ever seen in his life. It was standing out multiple inches from Draco's frame and Harry could almost hear the liquid sloshing around inside it. He speedily removed Draco's plastic pants and then the drenched nappies before wiping him. Unfortunately for Harry because of all the liquid in the nappy the poo had become… runny. He felt quite sick as he cleaned Draco off, much to his friend's amusement.

"Serves you right!" Draco told him imperiously, to which Harry just laughed before turning the tables on Draco and pointing out what the cold snow had done to his privates. Draco looked down and blushed furiously seeing his shrivelled willy. Harry kept laughing as he towelled Draco off, and then placing another three nappies underneath his friends finally clean and dry bottom and pinning them on. Now finished he let Draco get dressed and they walked back to the common room to meet up with Hermione and leaving for the hall.

Hermione studied the two boys closely as they walked up through the dungeons and sat down at the Slytherin table to eat their meal. The house tables were still out, even though there were hardly any students left at the school. Tomorrow, on Christmas Day, they would be sat at one large circular table with all of the remaining Professors; but until that point the seating was kept separate.

Hermione had been getting closer to both of her two new friends over the holidays, but she didn't think that Draco quite considered her as a friend yet. She knew that the boy was trying; she knew his reputation for hating and insulting muggleborns like herself, and she hadn't done that to her at all throughout the Christmas break – although she suspected Harry had a lot to do with that. She hoped that by the end of the break she would be able to get closer to the pureblood Slytherin.

"Wake up!" Harry shouted at Draco, jumping on his friend's bed and bouncing around excitedly, shaking Draco out of his dreams.

"What'ime 'sit?" Draco slurred.

"It's 7:30!" Harry said, "Get up! We need to go and get Hermione up so that we can open our presents!"

Draco perked up at that. Presents were a big incentive to get up for an eleven year old, and Draco was quickly out of bed; but as soon as he was he fell over backwards. He fell straight onto his bum and a squelching sound could be heard. Harry laughed. Draco, in his hurry to get out of bed had forgotten that he was wearing his night nappies. The thickness forced his legs too far apart and he couldn't keep his balance.

Harry helped Draco back up and quickly changed him into a clean nappy, then Draco put back on his pyjamas to avoid suspicion. There was a very slight bulge when he was wearing his thin pyjamas, but Harry didn't think Hermione would notice unless she was actively looking for it – which she couldn't possibly be.

They left the room and then snuck up the stairs to the first girls' room, which they knew Hermione was staying in. They stealthily opened the door and tiptoed into the room and then cast the Aguamenti charm at the same time, aimed straight at Hermione's face. As the streams of ice cold water hit the sleeping girl's face she was thrown instantly into awareness and spluttered as the stream of water coming from Harry's wand was moved to be aimed directly into her mouth.

She glared at both of the boys and jumped up out of bed and chased them out of her room and down the stairs into the common room.

The previous night one of the Professors had come down to the common room after dinner and conjured a giant fir tree decorated with flashing lights, tinsel and baubles with a giant angel sitting right on the top. They had all put their gifts for each other under the tree and now when they came down it made for a brilliant picture. Hermione and Draco shared a look, communicating without words their intention to make this Christmas brilliant just for Harry. Harry had a look of pure unadulterated delight on his face and it was obvious to both of his friends that this really was his first actual Christmas. He seemed to them to have regressed a few years back to being a small child.

"Can we open presents now?" Harry asked the both of them pleadingly, seemingly forgetting that he didn't have to ask their permission to open his gifts. Hermione nodded her head with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. A few seconds later all of the sadness over Harry's childhood and missed experiences were temporarily forgotten as the three kids dived down next to the Christmas tree and started grabbing at their gifts.

Harry received a book from Hermione called Hogwarts: A History. Hermione told him that she had read the book twice now – Harry didn't know how, it was a tome that weighed almost as much as his cauldron – and that it was really good. Apparently it had information about Hogwarts from the present back to when it was founded. Draco gave Harry what looked like a very expensive book; the covers were torn and some of the pages of it were ripped. Harry looked to Draco for an explanation.

"It's from my father and me. Nine years ago my father went to a Ministry auction of confiscated or found items. This was one of the things there. He knew what it was at the time he bought it, and didn't want the Ministry to have something so valuable. It was from the old Potter house." Draco told him and Harry looked up sharply, his eyes demanding more information, "Apparently someone stole it from the house after… well, after that day and then the Ministry confiscated it when they were arrested. It's the Potter family grimoire. It's hundreds of years old, and every generation has written in it since it was started – all the pureblood families have one."

At this point Harry looked like he was going to cry. Hermione went over to him and grabbed him in a hug when she saw this, and Draco continued on.

"When I told my father that you were my friend and I needed to get you something for Christmas he said that I could give you this; he said that it was the least he could do for you to give you what should belong to you anyway. At the very end it has entries written by the last Potter to have this, your father."

At this Harry really did start crying. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad; he was being given something that belonged to his father, something that he never thought he would ever get to hold. On the other hand it brought it all back to him; the fact that he had lived for years with no parents. The fact that his parents were murdered and he would never get to see them again. It was a priceless gift to Harry.

"Thank you." Harry said sincerely between sobs. "You really… you have no idea what this means to me, Draco."

Draco looked a bit tearful himself, but he kept it in and accepted the thanks. "Well, let's move on then." Draco said cheerfully. He wasn't trying to gloss over Harry's anguish but he knew that it would do him no good to dwell on it. Thankfully, Harry realised this too and forced a smile onto his face as he watched Draco and Hermione unwrap their presents.

As they sat together chatting after opening their gifts, Harry began to notice a smell permeating the air and saw that Draco was trying to put as little weight as possible on his bottom. It was obvious he had a very messy nappy on.

"Shall we go and put our presents in our rooms and then meet back up here in a couple of minutes?" Harry asked, and they both agreed.

Hermione watched as the two boys disappeared off to their room and slowly put together all that she had learnt. She had noticed exactly what Harry had – and she was beginning to understand what was going on. She just didn't think that she could possibly be right… after all, eleven-year old boys didn't do that, did they? Surely not. She decided that if the boys took more than a minute in their room she would go and see what was going on and then she would finally find out for certain if her suspicions were correct.

Harry and Draco had just put away their gifts, and Draco had taken off his pyjamas and was now laid down on the changing table waiting for Harry to change him. As Harry started to slide off Draco's plastic pants the door suddenly opened and in came the one person that Draco did not want to see: Hermione Granger.

"I… uhm… I'll just leave." Hermione said, thoroughly embarrassed. Whatever her suspicions were, some part of her had thought she was wrong. The fact that she had been proved correct did nothing to stop her embarrassment. Draco Malfoy wore nappies!

"Don't bother, Granger. You've seen me now, there's no point in leaving is there?" Draco scathingly told her.

Harry noticed the high level of tension between the two and decided to explain to Hermione just exactly why Draco had to wear nappies, and why he was the one to change him. To Draco's great surprise Hermione was very accepting, and instead of looking at him as if he were some sort of freak she was looking at him with sympathy. Not pity, but sympathy.

Once Harry had finished talking Hermione turned to him. "You know, you really do look cute wearing a nappy, Draco." She said, laughingly. "Really, cute as a little baby."

And there it was. The mocking, the insults. Draco wasn't going to take it from anybody, especially Granger. "And what would you know about it you disgusting mudblood?" Draco asked her snidely, "I bet you've never been considered cute in your life!"

It was really the wrong thing to say. As Hermione opened her mouth to retort Harry quickly stepped over to him and lifted his legs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Harry smacked Draco's messy nappy five times. He didn't cause any pain; Draco was too well padded for that, but he certainly got his point across. Draco looked at him resentfully and Harry asked Hermione to leave the room while he spoke to his friend. Hermione nodded and left for the safety of the common room. Neither of them saw the quickly retreating form of their intimidating potions master as she left the room.

Harry turned on Draco with a fierce look in his eyes. Draco knew that he was in for it now.

Draco was sufficiently cowed when they left the room ten minutes later. Harry had scolded him like a little boy for insulting Hermione, telling him that Hermione meant it affectionately and not as an insult. Draco for once realised that he was the one in the wrong, and agreed immediately when Harry ordered him to apologise to Hermione. A little part of him objected to being bossed around by his friend; but he guessed that since Harry did have to take care of him, he could accept him having some control over his actions. Especially when those actions were the wrong ones.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I shouldn't have called you what I did." Draco told her truthfully, "I think you know that I've already been pu-punished for it, and I hope we can be friends?"

Hermione looked at him and her face softened. He certainly had been punished for what he had done. "I'm sorry too Draco. I guess I did sound a bit insulting." They both laughed at that, for different reasons.

"Draco knows what will happen if he ever calls somebody that name again, and I'm sure he doesn't want that to happen." Harry told Hermione, who looked at Draco disbelievingly. He was accepting the threat of punishment from his friend? Draco looked up at that and very quickly shook his head; he definitely did not want the spanking that Harry had promised him if he called anyone a mudblood again.

"Shall we put this behind us, Draco?" Hermione asked him kindly, and Draco nodded straight away. They left the common room behind and set off for their breakfast.

Severus Snape sat in a comfortable chair in his office sipping a large glass of Brandy. He had woken that morning to find a present set outside his office door from Harry Potter. It was only a small gift; a set of decorative quills that would undoubtedly never see the light of day again. He read the card set inside the wrapping paper.

'Dear Professor,

Thank you for taking us to Diagon Alley today. I think I can say that we all would never have been able to go if it wasn't for your help.

I know the gift isn't much, but I hope you like it.

Harry Potter.'

Not at all what Snape was expecting of the Potter boy. And then came his second shock of the day. He had gone to thank the boy for the gift, something that was very strange for him to consider doing but he felt compelled to say something to Potter for his consideration. But he had never managed to even get past the door to the boys' room. He heard a conversation coming from inside, and knew that the Granger girl had found out about Draco's little problem.

He had known it would happen; the girl was too smart for her to miss that when she was alone with them for the entire break. He listened in and heard Draco insult her with some words that he hoped he would never hear from his godson's mouth again, followed by the sound of five loud swats.

He had left soon after that, knowing that it would be best to let the boy's sort out their problems between themselves. Once back in his room he poured himself a stiff drink, trying to take in what he had heard. Harry Potter had spanked his godson! He knew he ought to feel angry or outraged at Potter's behaviour – but he didn't. He felt happy. He felt happy that his godson had been punished, and that unlike his behaviour of years before that he had accepted that punishment without reacting badly. It was very unlike him, and Severus knew that anyone who could make his godson so accepting was worth keeping around.

He suddenly had a bright flash of an idea for something that would undoubtedly embarrass both Potter and Draco. He was going to thank Potter in a way much better than words. Yes, Potter was going to be receiving another gift that night. Hopefully, it would show his appreciation for Potter's gift to him; along with his approval of Potter's punishing Draco.

When Harry and Draco returned to their room after a very long day of exciting activities they found that somebody had entered their room whilst they were out, and that somebody had left a neatly wrapped package on the pillow at the head of Harry's bed.

Draco pushed Harry towards his bed. "Open it!"

Harry picked up the gift, which was fairly heavy for its small size and read the tiny card attached to the wrapping. It was neatly handwritten, in a style that Harry knew well from the comments on his Potions essays.

'To Mr. Potter,

I was privileged enough to be present for your 'conversation' with Miss. Granger and Draco early this morning. I had come to thank you for your gift but upon hearing your… actions, I chose to delay that.

I fully support your actions, and hope that you will pass this on to Draco. In future however, you may find this gift useful in getting your message across more effectively.

Professor S. Snape.'

Harry read the note out to Draco, and watched as Draco scowled at his godfather's words. It was one thing to accept a punishment from Harry, entirely another to know that someone who had true authority over him approved of it. It only gave Harry more justification.

Harry opened the gift slowly and burst into laughter as he saw what was contained within.

He held it up to show Draco, whose pale face became even paler. Harry was holding a dark wooden hairbrush with stiff bristles and an engraved backing that read, Education. The hairbrush coupled with Professor Snape's message put fear into him. That hairbrush would obviously be quite painful. Harry suddenly grabbed him around his middle and bent him over his knee.

"Let's see how effective it is, shall we?" Harry asked him playfully, not intending to hit him with it in the slightest. He let Draco wriggle free of his grasp and ducked as a pillow went flying past his head. The impromptu pillow fight wore both boys out, and after Draco's night-time nappy changed they went to bed. Harry's final words before sleep took them, just loud enough for Draco to hear them, made Draco vow to never be naughty again.

"Thank you, Professor Snape. If he ever needs it, you can be sure that I'll use it."