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 Five: Split Apart

"... add the diced flobberworms to the cauldron, stir twice clockwise and leave on low heat for precisely four minutes ..."

Draco could hear Professor Snape talking but it seemed to be going in one ear and straight out of the other. After the events of the previous evening, he had decided not to sit next to Harry today – for the first time since they had met. So far it had been a very long day; he had partnered up with Blaise Zabini for the day, and was quickly getting annoyed with – what Draco saw as – his total stupidity. He was getting even more annoyed by the feeling of his nappy, which now hadn't been changed for almost seven hours. Since Harry changed him whenever he needed it he hadn't felt this sort of discomfort for quite some time – but he didn't want to resort to asking Harry to change him while he was still angry, even if it did mean that he was suffering from paranoia that someone would discover his secret from the smell that was undoubtedly present.

If anything though, Draco was mostly annoyed at himself. Annoyed about his behaviour from the day before and annoyed at his seeming inability to suck up his pride. He had already come to terms with his situation through the course of the day, helped along by his discomfort. He had never been more grateful to Harry for his help. It was hard enough though to accept it in his mind, but even harder to put across his feelings to Harry.

Draco wasn't alone in being annoyed in Potions though; Professor Snape was also completely mystified as to why his two best first-year students had developed some sort of rift between them in only a day. As he thought about it he began to get more and more annoyed at Harry. He had thought that the boy could be trusted, and not take out his frustrations on Draco by leaving him in such a state. He had a sensitive nose because of his potions-making, but he was certain that anybody would be able to tell that his godson needed a change.

Professor Snape stepped up beside Harry as he was making his rounds of the laboratory, took a disdainful glance at his potion and snapped, "Stay behind after class, Potter!" then swiftly walked away, leaving Harry gaping behind him.

Harry knew why the Professor was angry of course, but he wished that he wasn't. He hated when adults would get angry at him; especially when it wasn't his fault! How could Snape be angry with him for punishing Draco, anyway? He was the one who encouraged him to do it! He couldn't think of any other reason why Snape would want to speak to him though, and as far as he could tell his potion was perfect! In fact, Harry was absolutely certain his potion was perfect; he was working with Hermione Granger, and although she wasn't as good as Draco, they were both certainly up to the task of brewing a simple potion correctly.

The lesson seemed to go incredibly slowly to Harry, his mind dominated by the thoughts of what an overprotective Snape might do to him for harming his godson. Once the lesson finally finished Hermione gave him a sympathetic glance before leaving, and Harry prepared himself for the worst as Snape gestured for Harry to follow him into his office.

Harry jumped as Snape slammed the door behind him. "What, Potter, have you done to upset my godson?" Professor Snape asked in what could only be described as an acidic tone of voice. "It may serve you well to carefully consider your answer, or you will be seeing far more of me than you may wish in detention for the rest of your Hogwarts career!"

Harry was shocked, and not by Snape's threats. "But... I thought you must already know, sir, and that's why you were angry at me."

"I think it is quite evident that I do not know of what you speak, Mr. Potter. You will enlighten me at once." Professor Snape said, his patience being sorely tested.

Harry gulped before giving his answer; he felt like he was signing his own death warrant, but knew it was the right thing to do. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think you should talk to Draco about that. It's not my place to say."

Professor Snape looked utterly furious. "Get out of my sight, Potter. I will talk to Draco shortly, and may Merlin help you if he does not give adequate reason for your behaviour. Now get out."

Professor Snape had no trouble at all tracking down Draco; it was fairly obvious where his godson would be. Draco was anything but modest, and he would not want his reputation to be unduly damaged by being around other people while he smelt so bad – so, of course, the library after the end of classes was the perfect place to hide.

Professor Snape stood just out of view of the deserted corner of the library that Draco had chosen to hide in; his godson was sitting on a chair, wriggling in some discomfort and looking desperately unhappy while reading his Potions textbook (which, even in this situation, Professor Snape felt quite proud for). I swear, if Potter was lying to me he is going to pay for this. He thought to himself angrily.

"Draco!" He said, quietly but with force. He watched, slightly amused, as the boy's head swung round to face him. "I think you know why I am here. I want you to tell me, now, why Potter has been deserting his duties regarding you. I promise you, if he has left you like this simply because of some childish argument, he will regret it."

Draco swallowed heavily. "He... it's not Harry's fault, Professor. I told him to leave me alone this morning." Professor Snape was about to open his mouth to speak when Draco quickly continued, unable to stop the outpour of emotion that followed. "I... Harry punished me again last night, sir. With the hairbrush. And it hurt! It really hurt! But, it wasn't even that – it's just, he's younger than me... and still he's the one who has to take care of me, and punish me, and even you think it's okay that he does! I know... I know that Harry would never want me to feel like I'm beneath him, but I do. It's just so unfair!"

"So you decided to put yourself through this humiliating and I imagine painful day just to assert your independence?" Professor Snape asked snidely, feeling slightly guilty as he saw Draco's eyes drop to the table. He started again, more kindly, "Was the punishment Harry gave you unfair, Draco?"

"Yes!" Draco almost shouted, but at a dark look from the Professor he quickly looked down again. "No, sir."

"Yes, Draco, it was a fair punishment. Do you want to know how I would have punished you for your actions yesterday?" Draco shook his head, but he continued anyway. "You would have received at least a week of detention and I may well have chosen to spank you myself... if I were you, I would be very happy to be dealt with so lightly."

"It sounds to me, Draco that you want all of the benefits without any of the things that come with them. You want Harry to save you embarrassment by changing your nappies – a job that, I can assure you, most of your peers and even professors would not find to be an attractive task – and at the same time, you feel that you should be able to ignore his other instructions? Harry may be younger than you, but he is in reality taking on the responsibilities of a parent –" Draco frowned at this. "– for you. He deserves your respect for that, Draco. And I know that you know that, deep down."

Draco nodded. It was exactly what he already knew. He had already reasoned it out with himself over the course of the day, it was just slightly galling to have his godfather track him down to point it out to him. All he had to do now was get up the courage to speak to Harry again. Even that would be embarrassing though, especially since it was hardly the best way to apologise by presenting a very messy nappy to his friend immediately after. He considered asking the Professor to change him, as embarrassing as that may be – it seemed that he knew precisely what Draco was thinking however, as he smirked and walked out; satisfied that his job was done and that his two favourite students would soon be back together again.

Unfortunately for Draco, despite all of his searching, he was unable to find Harry no matter where he looked. He had been looking around all corners of the castle, finally deciding to go back to their bedroom to wait for Harry. As it turned out, much to his relief, Harry was already sat there reading and seemingly waiting for him too. Harry gave a small smile when Draco walked through the door, and without saying a word gestured for Draco to climb on to the changing table.

"I..." Draco started, but was quickly interrupted by Harry.

"We'll talk about it afterwards Draco, for now let's just get you out of that nappy! It must be hurting now, why didn't you come and find me before?" Harry asked.

"I..." Draco started, once again, but quickly fell silent. He stood still, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't sound silly. He found himself unable to come up with anything, and instead resigned himself to just obeying Harry's other instruction. He slowly removed his clothes, but came to a halt as he began to remove his trousers. He hadn't noticed before, but now that he started to remove them he found them damp and sticking to his plastic pants at the back. He had leaked.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Harry asked, trailing off and walking over to Draco's side. He quickly figured it out when he saw the front of Draco's wet trousers, and gently said, "Never mind, Draco. They're just clothes. Come on, up you get." He gestured to the changing table.

Draco did as he was told, his lips starting to tremble and sobs beginning to escape him as all of the day's emotion and pain set in, colliding with the heavy embarrassment he felt from his soiled clothing. Laying down on the table he felt Harry remove his trousers, carefully holding his legs and bottom away from the padded table as he threw them swiftly into the nappy bin. He felt a tingling around the exposed areas of his legs as Harry's Evanesco set to work cleaning away enough for him to be able to lay down freely again, leaving only his bulging and stained nappy on show.

Five minutes later, Draco was finally clean and lying nude on the table, with his extremely red and inflamed bottom-half finally clean. Draco's sobs were settling slightly, but were still there, and Harry knew that as soon as he had finished Draco's change he would have the much more difficult part of the evening still to come.

"Do you want me to put your nappy on now, or do you want to stay as you are and get some fresh air around you to help this heal?" Harry asked as he gently applied a soothing salve to the other boy.

"I'll st-stay like this." Draco said, knowing that the slight embarrassment of remaining naked in their rooms would help remove much of the pain he was feeling. Harry nodded, and took Draco's hand so that they could go and sit on his bed to have what was set to be a long talk.

"I don't want to rush you, Draco. Take as long as you need. We need to get past this, or what happened today will happen again and neither of us want that." Draco let out a small sob at Harry's words. Or rather, his tone. Even after Draco had been so ungrateful to him he was still so kind and gentle with him. Draco sat still for a few minutes, sniffing quietly, as he decided on his words.

"I'm sorry. I still don't like it completely, but I know that I'd rather it be you than anyone else who cared for me." Not that anybody else probably would. He added silently, "And I know that you would never punish me unfairly, I trust you not to abuse your power."

Draco then added the revelation that he had come to after his own thoughts and his discussion with his godfather. "I might be older than you physically, but you took on more responsibility than I've ever had when you offered to look after me at Hogwarts. I used to think that being a pureblood meant that I could just expect other people to do the dirty jobs for me, like changing me, and not have to do anything return. But that's wrong. I do have to give something in return, and if that something is having to obey someone younger than me then I can deal with that."

He turned away from Harry, his prepared speech leaving him shaking slightly after admitting what he had, he wanted more than anything for Harry to hurry up and reply, his insecurities coming to the forefront.

"I understand, Draco. And I know you find it difficult. We didn't set out any rules when we started, and that was probably a bad idea, wasn't it?" Harry asked, smiling slightly. He knew Draco was tensely waiting for his reply, but he felt relaxed, especially after hearing Draco's little speech. "Well, we both know where we stand now. We are both equals in this friendship, Draco. And it will always stay that way, I promise."

Draco finally started to relax, and gave a small smile of his own.

Harry continued on, a playful but stern tone in his voice. "Now, that doesn't mean that I'll even hesitate in punishing you if you deserve it. You've admitted yourself that you deserved it yesterday, and I'm sure Professor Snape agreed when he spoke to you." Draco let out a nervous laugh at this, which Harry smiled at even more. "Exactly. I promise I will never punish you unfairly, but if you deserve it then you can expect exactly what you got last night and even more. And yes," he said to Draco's shocked look, "I have many other tricks up my sleeve if you are naughty!"

This wasn't quite true, but Harry intended to consult Professor Snape at some point in the near future on this point anyway; he didn't want to have to spank Draco for every last little thing, and some milder punishments would certainly not go amiss. Harry vaguely remembered that soap tasted vile from one of his aunt's punishments…

Draco smiled too, surprisingly. "Well, I'll just have to make sure I'm not naughty in future then, won't I?" he said, silently adding a little more in his head. Or at least, make sure that you're not around when I am!

"Yes, you will! Now come on, up on the changing table and let's get you into a nice new nappy. We've got to get up to dinner, and then meet Hermione in the library for our study session." Of course, by study session Harry was referring to the evening meetings that he and Draco had been having since they met the giant dog in the third-floor corridor, meetings that Hermione and her superior researching skills had soon been opened to. A meeting that they would be very late for if they did not hurry up with getting their dinner.