Author: Muttzrock

Title: Bedtime story

Chapter Title: Babysitting (Part 1)

Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!

Pairings: Adult Harry/Draco, mentions of Oliver/Marcus and young Harry/Draco

Warnings: Language and sexual incidents but nothing too explicit.

Summary 1: In the future, Harry and Draco are married with kids. They tell them the story on how they got together.

Summary 2: Ron admits his worries for Harry. Dumbledore tells Draco a few things about his mother

Notes: First time Harry Potter fic, please be nice when sending comment.

"Go Auntie Hermione," laughed Dan.

"Remind me never to make her angry," Tom gasped in amazement. Harry and Draco smirked at this.

"Yeah," they said in unison.

"So did Uncle Oliver let you baby sit Jamie?" asked the blond child.

"Yeah, because he had total faith in us," Draco said proudly.

P/)

"Oliver, bloody hell everything's going to be fine!" Marcus told his boyfriend, who was still finding reasons for why they shouldn't leave Jamie alone with two boys. Even though Oliver did trust Harry and Draco to some degree, he'd trust them with his life but not the life of his baby. He knew that he and Marcus needed some special adult-rated time alone together but Jamie was still an innocent young baby. The last thing any baby would need is two babysitters at the age of 15 who probably will spend the whole time humping each other to notice anything wrong with the child. No, he was being too cynical of the pair. Harry wouldn't let anything happen to Jamie, and Draco…well, Draco would be too scared of Marcus killing him to ignore Jamie. But it still kept Oliver on edge; Jamie has never had both his parents away from him. It was quite frightening.

"Oliver, you're making a hole in the floor, with all your pacing," Marcus sighed.

"How can you be so calm?" asked Oliver as he sat next to his lover.

"Trust me, I'm really not!" Marcus told him wrapping an arm round his shoulders.

"I can't do it, I can't, I can't, I just can't," The Keeper chanted, "I just can't do it…"

"Oliver, look at me." The two men looked at each other intently. "Everything's going to be ok, if there's anything wrong, we can be here quicker than the speed of light, literally. And we won't be gone for long, nothing will happen to Jamie."

"Of course something's going to happen to him Marcus, we have Harry and Draco looking after him, and trouble practically follows those two wherever they go," argued Oliver.

"Don't you think you're over-reacting just a bit," the brunette said to the dark haired boy with a deadly glare that said, "Don't kill me."

"Maybe we can take him with us."

"Then there would be no point in us going. The whole point is for you and me to spend some time together, just the two of us."

"I know."

"I mean it'll just be the two of us alone. Aloud to do whatever we want." A mischievous smirk crossed his face. "As loud as we want."

Oliver grinned, and felt a thrill run through him. "Yeah?" he asked, moving his lips closer to his boyfriend's.

"Oh yeah…" They leaned close to kiss, their lips nearly touching until Jamie decided to wake up and cry.

"I'll get him," sighed Oliver; he kissed Marcus on the cheek, then left to sort out Jamie.

"I really need this night off."

P/)
Ron was watching Harry get ready with a bored expression. There was something playing on the redhead's mind. He wanted to ask Harry something but he was worried that it might upset him and the last thing he wanted was Harry to go away angry with him. Even when Harry finished his packing, Ron still hadn't decided.

"Ron why don't you tell me what's wrong and get it over with?" Harry asked offhandedly, sitting on his bed facing Ron.

"Ok, but don't get angry. I'm only thinking about you, ok?"

"Ok." Harry shrugged.

"Harry, are you going to look for a new boyfriend?" Ron asked quickly, Harry just looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you seem to be just so attached to Malfoy that it's like you don't want anyone else. But Harry, you broke up with Malfoy for a reason, a very good reason that no one can blame you for. And no one blames Malfoy, I don't envy him, really, I'm straight and the thought of having to marry against my will to that thing, and to be gay must be dreadful, but I digress the point is, that Harry, you have been flirting and following Malfoy like a love sick puppy, when there's no future for you, that was the reason you broke up with him in the first place, because at the end of the day, he's going to marry someone else, he's forced to. You know that. So why are you still hanging on?" Ron hated himself for this, but he didn't want his friend to be following someone he can never be with. He wanted his friend to be happy.

"See you when I get back Ron." Harry grabbed his bag and walked toward the door.

"Harry." Ron went after his friend, to only have the door slammed into his face.

P/)

Draco was waiting in Dumbledore's office for Harry; he was standing up leaning on the wall that was inches from the fire. Draco was lost in his own world until he heard footsteps heading towards him. He looked up expecting it to be Harry, but it was only Dumbledore.

"Hello Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"Hello Headmaster," Draco answered politely.

"Do you want a lemon drop?" the old man offered.

"No thank you sir."

"How are Mr Flint and Mr Wood doing?" he asked curiously.

"They're fine, suffering from loss of sleep, but fine," Draco smirked.

"Very good! They created a beautiful baby between them. I am very proud of them as I am for all my students who followed their hearts and to make a better life for themselves."

Draco nodded, though he was slightly taken back that Dumbledore was telling him this. "Yeah," he just agreed.

"Draco, I remember quite well, you know. I remember the day she gave birth to you, and when she saw you for the first time. I had never seen her so happy. She loves you more than you can believe, my boy. You are more like her than you realise."

Draco just looked at the Headmaster in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"She was and is a proud woman. She is headstrong and doesn't take orders. She will not be controlled and has never had a master. She has never been a Death Eater and never will be. Because of the way she is, the way you are, you are proud and let's say uncontrollable like she is and there's nothing wrong being like that. You don't need a master, Draco, you will never need one. You are smart enough to make your way around the world without someone to tell you how to do it or what to do."

"I don't understand, sir."

"Yes, you do Mr. Malfoy, deep down you understand perfectly. But I warn you, if you fall and follow, you will destroy the one person that can't bear to live without you."

"My mother?"

"Not quite, Draco, not quite." Dumbledore smiled happily. Then they heard bricks scraping and they looked at the doorway to find a rather miserable Harry Potter walking towards them with his bag over his shoulder. "Something wrong Harry?" asked the headmaster.

Harry looked at him and gave him an unconvincing smile. "I'm fine Headmaster," Harry told him.

"I'll leave you two alone then. Have fun." Dumbledore smirked, and wandered up the winding stairs.

"That is one strange man," whispered Draco under his breath.

"I heard that young Malfoy!" shouted Dumbledore from the top of the stairs. Harry couldn't help laughing at the sheer shocked look on Draco's face.

P/)

"Ok they're late! I'm not going," Oliver concluded while holding Jamie in his arms. He was sitting on the couch, up straight and very tense. Marcus looked at him curiously and then looked at his watch.

"Your watch is fast," he yawned, relaxing on 'his' chair.

"What time do you make it?"

"Just gone seven."

"Told you they were late."

"By a minute, Wood," as Marcus spoke, first Draco appeared in the fire place, then Harry short after.

"You're late," Oliver snapped at the pair, Harry looked at his watch.

"By a minute," the raven haired teenage argued.

"Ignore him," Marcus told Harry, he gently took the sleeping baby from Oliver. "I'm putting this one to bed."

As Marcus walked to the baby's bedroom, Oliver stood up. He wasn't exactly a tall man, especially compared to Marcus. Oliver sometime looked like he had an average height but at that moment, he towered over the two boys. Either that or they were shrinking under his death glare.

"We're sorry we're late," Harry whimpered.

"It was his fault," Draco pointed at his ex. "He was the one who was taking forever."

"Thanks Malfoy," he replied sarcastically.

"Ok." Oliver's expression softened. "Just take care of him ok, if he wakes up, there's some milk on the side of his bed. I've charmed it to stay warm so give him that. Also he likes being sung to or having a story read to him. Ok?" The two boys nodded.

Marcus walked out of Jamie's bedroom and picked up the bag containing his and Oliver's stuff. Oliver watched as Marcus walked behind him and wrapped an arm round his waist and kissed him lovingly. The Scott grinned inwardly; this was going to be a very special night for the both of them, no interruptions and the freedom to do whatever they want alone together all night. Oh the stuff they'll get up too.

"Ahem," coughed Draco.

"Sorry." Oliver rolled his eyes and grinned at his lover, not at all sorry. He turned his attention back to the pair. "We'll be back first thing in the morning. You know how to contact us if anything goes wrong?"

"Yeah," they both nodded.

"Ok. Bye and good luck" Oliver apparated first. The two teenagers expected Marcus to apparate next but they did not under any circumstances expect that within the space of five seconds for Flint to drop the bag and have Harry and Draco pinned to the wall while holding them by their throats.

"If anything happens to Jamie," Marcus growled menacingly, "I will break your legs and beat you to death with them."

Harry and Draco just stared at the man in complete fear.

"Do I make myself clear?"

The two boys could only nod quickly.

"Good." With one last shove, he dropped the two and walked to the bag and apparated in front of them.

"Scared Potter?" asked Draco getting his breath.

"Oh yeah," Harry nodded, still rooted to the spot. "You scared Malfoy?"

"Completely."

You Like? You don't Like? Read and Review! Runs away from angry fans! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but it would have been a really long chapter if I didn't make it into two parts! I'd like to say thank you to everyone still reading, reviewing and voting, I love you all and my beta Dray-kun, who is the best. Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.