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.

Review Response: A couple of people mentioned after my last chapter that they disagreed with the way that Harry punished Draco after he insulted Hermione. Admittedly Harry could have been fairer towards Draco; but during his childhood he was insulted and belittled by everybody around him, so I see him as being a little bit blinded by his past in this case. When someone who has been abused like this in the past sees it happening to somebody else (namely Hermione) and they have the power to punish the person who did it, I think personally that they would do so. As to Snape giving Harry the brush, you will see the point of that in this chapter – I think it's quite an in-character thing for Snape to do; in this story he is not biased against Harry, and if he sees Harry as doing the right thing and responsibly taking care of Draco for the entirety of the school year so far he would see giving Harry that as a somewhat sensible way forward. And in any case, it's fiction; I know as well as anyone that these characters are very OOC – but suspend your disbelief at some of the points and just enjoy it!

Chapter Four: Flying Dragons

The new term at Hogwarts school had finally begun, and the first class of the day was already over. Draco and Hermione had become closer friends over the last few days of the Christmas break, and now the three were inseparable around school; causing quite a few rumours amongst the girls. Hermione was not well-liked, even in Ravenclaw house, and it was causing a stir amongst all of the first-year students that Draco Malfoy of all people would become friends with her.

The trio left their classroom and went down the hall to the library and settled down for some reading before their next class. Harry took out the books that he had been trawling through for many days now, and started off at the page he finished. He had found out already what the creature was; a Cerberus. A three-headed dog. Harry was worried about that; if that was known in the wizarding world then what was unknown?! The problem for Harry was that even now he had no idea what it could be guarding. The only thing that he and his friends knew was something that he had overheard being said between Snape and Quirrel. Something about going after 'the stone'.

So that's where Harry was now; trawling through books on magical artefacts to find anything worth protecting that could be referred to simply as 'the stone'. It was much harder than it sounded.

Harry was so deep in his reading, that for once he didn't notice the signs that he had unconsciously come to recognise in Draco. The shifting position, the flickering eyes and of course the tell-tale red face. He didn't notice Draco trying his hardest to discreetly attract his attention. Unfortunately for Draco, these were all things that Hermione did notice. Of course, Draco now was comfortable with Hermione knowing his secret – he still didn't like her talking about it though.

"Draco, do you need…" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Draco replied shortly.

Hermione smirked evilly. "Do you need me to…"

"NO!" Draco shouted, attracting looks from all the other students in the library and finally gaining Harry's attention. His face was bright red, and Hermione just had to laugh at his angry and slightly scared face. Draco looked down and mumbled, "We've been a bad influence on you, Granger."

"Just helping you get Harry's attention, Draco." Hermione replied sweetly, "Harry, Draco needs you to… you know…"

Harry nodded and closed his book, he of course could quite easily read and hear at the same time. He wasn't deaf. It was just funny watching Draco's discomfort, even though he would never tell him that. Hearing Hermione's little joke made his day. And Draco was right; they really had been a bad influence on her!

Today was the day that every first-year had been eagerly awaiting; the day that they would get their first flying lesson. The flying lessons were given to the entire year at once, as Madam Hooch wasn't a full-time teacher at the school. It was the first time that most of the students had even spoken to those outside of their own house since the start of the year before they were sorted.

The students were chatting excitedly as they stood on the Quidditch pitch, each of them with a school broom at their side. Some of them were evidently more excited than others; at the Gryffindor end of the line was a red-haired boy who was grinning so much it looked like his face was split. When Draco pointed this out to Harry he didn't say it quite so nicely, in fact Harry thought he was quite rude, but Harry laughed all the same. The boy did look totally ridiculous after all.

"Attention class!" Madam Hooch, the burly flying instructor called out to the inattentive group of eleven-year olds; not having much success in gaining that attention. "ATTENTION CLASS!" she shouted again, her tone making it clear that she was not going to ask again. The students quietened down almost immediately, taking the hint that it was probably best not to annoy a Professor who looked like she could quite easily throw them further than they even knew how to fly.

"Now, I want you all to place a hand over your broom and clearly say 'Up!'" she ordered, "If you do it correctly, your broom should hover in the air just below your hand. Off you go."

Harry was amazed when, on his first attempt, his broom came up to his hand – in fact, he was the only first-year whose broom had done so. Even Draco's broom was taking a few tries to rise up. After both Harry and Draco had their broom in the air they had a few minutes to wait as the rest of the class did the same. The red-haired boy at the end of the line – who Harry knew from the loud Gryffindor students was called Ron – was having a lot of trouble getting his broom to rise, and was one of the last to succeed.

Madam Hooch told them all to mount their brooms and hover in the air. The entire class managed this, and just as Madam Hooch was beginning her next order one boy at the Gryffindor end of the line began to rise into the air. He went further and further into the air, seemingly ignoring the shouts of Madam Hooch and then lost control of his broom completely. The boy's broom went crazy; it was rocketing around the Pitch and everyone knew that the boy would soon fall off. They were right. He fell with a sickening crack, and was being escorted to the Hospital Wing only a few minutes later by Madam Hooch herself – who left the students with a stern warning not to leave the ground.

Harry turned away from Madam Hooch to see Draco smirking at him and then winking as he himself strolled over to where the boy had landed and picked up a glass ball.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Draco gloated loudly, throwing the glass ball skilfully into the air and catching it again.

Harry could hear the members of Gryffindor house grumbling about what he was saying, and Harry was in two minds as to whether he should get Draco to stop what he was doing; the decision was made for him however when Draco picked up his broom and mounted it and prepared to fly off into the air, Neville's ball in hand.

"Give the ball back to them Draco, it's not worth getting into trouble over!" Harry tried to impress upon Draco the foolishness of going against Madam Hooch's orders.

Draco looked at Harry as if he were out of his mind for supporting a Gryffindor; Neville Longbottom of all people over his best friend. Draco was more determined than ever to get rid of the stupid ball, and shot up into the sky where he hovered trying to tease the Gryffindors below with threats of throwing the ball.

Harry's annoyance grew and grew watching him before he finally snatched up his broom and flew up quickly to the same level as Draco was at.

"Give me the ball back Draco. There's no need for this; Neville's done nothing to you, just let it go!" Harry said.

"NO! It's Longbottom Harry, why do you even care? He's so bad at magic he might as well be a mudblood!" Draco asked with a snooty tone in his voice, that grated on Harry's nerves.

"I never took you as this much of a bully, Draco." Harry said disappointedly. "And I've warned you about using that word before, haven't I? Hand over the ball and I'll let that insult go, just this once."

Draco looked unsure for a few moments before his features hardened and he threw the ball as hard as he could at the castle walls, throwing a challenging glance at Harry.

"This isn't over." Harry told him, as he sped off after the ball.

Harry slammed the door as he entered their room later on that evening, taking a sort of vindictive pleasure in the way that Draco shot up from his bed as he did so; and feeling immediately guilty for doing so. He knew he had to calm down if he was to be fair and impartial with what he was planning to do tonight.

Harry felt far older than his years as he looked Draco in the eye and said in a disappointed tone, "Why did you throw the ball Draco?"

For a moment Draco looked like he wasn't going to answer, but then he did in an angry flood of words. "I did it because of you! I wasn't going to throw the damn ball before you told me not to. I hate the fact that you have so much control over me! I hate the fact that I need you around me all the time so that I don't have to sit in my own mess all day. And I hate the fact that you have all this power over me, when I'm older than you anyway!"

Harry could hear the deep-set embarrassment and anger that Draco held; he was shocked and saddened to hear it, as he had never dreamed that his friend was going through such anguish over something like this. Surely he knew that Harry would never abuse the power that he had over him? That above everything, they were friends – equals.

"l…" Harry struggled to find the right words to say, "I know it must be hard for you Draco; I have more… power… over you than I would ever want to have over a friend. But I would never use that power against you, Draco – ever."

Draco smiled hesitantly at that, but his smile disappeared quickly as Harry continued.

"However, I have no objections whatsoever to using that power for your own good when you are being as naughty as you have been today. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Draco blushed at Harry's use of the childish term, and then paled as the implications of his statement set in. He stammered as he tried to plead with Harry, "I'm sorry Harry. I shouldn't have said mu… that word. I didn't mean it!"

"I know you didn't; you said it in anger, and I accept your apology – but you still broke your word, and for that you are going to be punished." Harry told him sternly, feeling slightly awkward doing so, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the changing table; I need to think."

As Draco started jerkily removing his clothes, Harry considered his options. He wanted to make Draco apologise to Neville for what he said, but that wouldn't work as Neville hadn't even heard what had been said about him. Harry knew already that spanking Draco by hand wasn't going to work, since he had already been spanked for this before. A thought popped unbidden into his head, and going against his initial urge to reject it he gave it due consideration. The present that Professor Snape had given him. The hairbrush. It would certainly be painful for Draco; and Harry hated the idea of causing his friend the pain that he knew would come of spanking him with the heavy wooden hairbrush, but Harry also knew deep down that it would help him in the end. It would certainly be a lesson that Draco would remember for a long time.

He reached into his trunk, knowing that Draco was undoubtedly watching him and pulled out the hairbrush from its place hidden at the bottom. He heard Draco's scared gasp as he placed at down on top of his bed and then walked over to him and began silently removing his nappy. Harry studiously ignored Draco's pleading words as he cleaned up his friend's messy bottom.

Harry sat down on the side of his bed. "Lie down over my lap Draco." Harry stated as calmly as he could. "Now, Draco." He said more commandingly as Draco hesitated. He soon had his naked friend positioned comfortably over his knees, and he could feel his shivers and knew how vulnerable he felt.

"It's okay Draco," Harry soothed, "it's going to hurt, we both know that. But as soon as I think you've learnt your lesson I will stop, and then we can both put this behind us." He cringed as Draco flinched at Harry's soft touch on his bottom. He had to mentally steel himself as he picked up the hairbrush in his hand and lifted it a foot above Draco's currently pale white left cheek.

SMACK! The hairbrush hitting Draco's bare flesh made an almighty sound, and it was quickly followed by a howl of pain from Draco. "Please Harry.. please!" he begged.

SMACK! The second slap went to Draco's right cheek, introducing a light red hue to the previously unmarked skin. Harry felt almost guilty when he heard Draco's pain-filled cries, but carried on regardless. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Harry alternated his blows between each of Draco's cheeks, knowing from the frantic apologies that Draco was giving that the boy was fast learning his painful lesson.

"Will you ever use that nasty word again Draco?" Harry asked softly.

"No! I promise Harry. Just.. just please stop my punishment now, my bum can't take anymore of this!" Draco pleaded desperately.

"Three more slaps and then your punishment will be over." Harry told him.

SMACK! SMACK! Another painful smack was given to each cheek; after four slaps each they were positively glowing and giving off their own heat.

"Last one Draco." Harry said quietly.

SMACK! Harry landed the last smack straight in the centre of Draco's already tender bottom, getting an almighty scream from Draco followed by the sound of sobbing. Harry let Draco get up slowly from his position over his legs, and then grabbed a tissue to let him wipe his red face.

"Please don't make me have to do this again in future Draco.. I don't know whether I'd be able to take it. I know I hurt you, and it hurts me to know that. Just… please. Don't force me into this position again." Harry said.

"I won't." Draco replied, in an equally soft tone.

"Come on, we need to get you into your night nappies before bed." Harry told Draco, noticing Draco's wince at the idea of the cotton pressing against his tender bottom.

Harry, feeling extra gentle after the painful spanking he had put Draco through earlier that night, gave Draco extra attention once he was in his pyjamas, and tucked him in carefully as he got into the bed.

"Sides Up." Harry said, garnering a shocked look from Draco as the tall bars on his bed rose up, enclosing him into what was effectively an oversized baby's cot. Before Draco had time to protest Harry explained, "It's only for tonight, Draco. I think this will serve to remind you tomorrow morning of how bad you were today; I never want this to happen again."

Draco looked mutinous for a moment, before reluctantly giving in and laying his head down on his pillow. Harry soon followed suit, leaving two very tired little boys sleeping soundly after an intense day. Their relationship was changing on a daily basis; neither of them knew where there strange friendship was going to end up.

For the first time in weeks Draco woke up before Harry the following morning, and was immediately disgusted at the situation he found himself in – waking up to the sight of tall wooden bars surrounding you, alongside the usual feeling of a sodden and soiled nappy from the previous night was not a pleasant experience. Draco lay in bed thinking about the day before, and how everything had all gone wrong. Even now he didn't quite understand why he had done so much to anger Harry; all he knew was that his feelings of resentment had all just crept up on him at once.

What he'd said was true of course… he really did hate the power and control that Harry had over him. Heck, his current situation was a perfect example of that. He was 11. An 11 year old boy in a cot! He couldn't really sink much lower. The spanking would really have been enough (more than enough!) in Draco's opinion, without the added humiliation of his current imprisonment.

After a long and uncomfortable wait Harry finally woke up himself, and Draco was thankful to find that the bars on his cot came down straightaway. He was about to stand up, but thought better of it when he realised that if he did he was liable to fall over. And if he fell over he would land on his bum – not a good idea considering the weight of his nappy at this time; it didn't bear thinking about.

Draco slowly and carefully stood up and clambered up onto his changing table, eager for his morning change. After getting dressed himself Harry soon came over and without so much as groaning at the state of the mess he was going to have to clean up he dealt with Draco's change. He was only just realising it, but Draco knew that he was lucky to have found a friend as loyal as Harry; his life at Hogwarts would have been so much worse if he didn't have Harry to help him.

"Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday Draco?" Harry asked with a slightly off-tone. "I mean, not just about your… punishment… but about the things you said whilst we were in the air?"

"No," Draco replied in a subdued tone.

"Draco…" Harry started, "I'm not sorry for what I did yesterday. I'm not sorry for that at all; but I don't want that to affect our friendship."

Draco scoffed loudly. Harry ignored him.

"You mentioned about me having power over you?" Harry said, waiting for Draco to look up at him before he continued. "Yes, I do. But we are equal in every way that matters – I'm in all the same classes as you, even if you do get better grades than me most of the time! We need to get past this Draco; I didn't even think that my having to change you was an issue for us – you know I don't mind doing it, and I hope that you don't mind me doing it. Unless you train yourself to use the toilet, which is unlikely at your age, you have to face the fact that I will be changing you for the next seven years. I don't want you to be feeling bad about this for all that time." Harry said, nearing a pleading tone toward the end of his speech.

"I… I just need time." Draco said with finality, as Harry pulled a pair of plastic pants up his legs and over his nappy. Harry gave a small smile and left Draco to dress himself as he prepared his bag for the day.