Author: Muttzrock

Title: Bedtime story

Chapter Title: Babysitting (Part 2)

Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!

Pairings: Adult Harry/Draco, mentions of Oliver/Marcus, Cedric/Viktor 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: Harry and Draco baby-sit Jamie. What could possibly go wrong?

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

"Scary, Uncle Marcus," gulped Dan making a mental note to never get on Marcus's bad side.

"Yeah." Harry and Draco both nodded, remembering how really terrifying that moment was.

Tom just scoffed. "Uncle Marcus doesn't scare me." Tom laughed.

Harry got an evil look in his eye. "If that's the case, maybe I should tell Flint what really happened to his favourite broom."

Tom stared wide eyed at his father, then glared sceptically. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

P/)

Harry and Draco sat side by side on the grotty couch in the middle of the living room. They hadn't moved since Marcus's threat was still hanging in the air. But what they really wanted to do was snog each other stupid and enjoy this time they have on their own. Yet there was something stopping them. Or rather someone. Jamie.

Harry wasn't liking the awkward silence and knew if he aloud this to continue, he'll be thinking about what Ron said to him and that was something he really didn't want to think about. He looked at Draco who simultaneously looked at him. Their eyes met and a smile crossed their faces.

"So…" Harry started, just staring into Draco's eyes.

"Yeah, so what did take you so long to get ready," the blond asked playfully, but quickly regretted it seeing the look on Harry's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." The raven haired boy sighed. "What do you want to do now?" he asked, a little uncomfortable.

"We could talk about Quiddich?" the blond asked hopefully. He could have kicked himself after realizing what he said. "Sorry." It had only been recently that Harry was banned at Quiddich.

"It's ok." With a shared reassuring smile, they threw themselves at each other as they rolled off the couch still kissing each other.

P/)

Oliver fell on the bed with Marcus flat on top of him, kissing him passionately. The Keeper wrapped his legs round his boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer rubbing their groins together. They gasped in unison as they could feel the other's arousal.

"I love you," mumbled Oliver, "but we have to stop."

Marcus pulled away staring at him critically. "Why?"

"Because I have to check on Jamie."

The Chaser groaned and rolled off Oliver. "I was going to give you this afterwards…" Marcus reached into his bag that he dropped on the floor earlier; he got a small round present out of it and handed it to his boyfriend. "Here…"

"Thanks babe, but you didn't have to get me anything," said Oliver, feeling guilty that he didn't get Marcus anything.

"Oh I did, trust me."

Oliver quickly opened it, feeling excited about what was in it. When he opened it, he stared at the gift curiously. It looked like a rememberal but instead of being clear or red if he forgot something, it was white.

Marcus probably guessed what he was thinking, as the dark haired man chuckled lightly "It's an infantal."

"Come again?"

"It's like a rememberal but when there's something wrong with our baby, it'll go green. But as you can see it's just pale white, so he's fine."

Oliver broke out in a big grin. "I love you," he told him honestly and pulled his crooked teeth lover into him and kissed him furiously.

P/)

Harry still wasn't completely sure how he got to be laying on the carpet with Draco on top of him. Their tongues wrestled and danced with the other. The Gryffindor liked having Draco in control; he was able to lose himself to the blonde. Draco pulled out the kiss just to look at Harry, he wouldn't admit this out loud and will deny it later but Draco just loved Harry's hair. He loved how messy and mad it was. It was like the perfect bed hair look and the Gryffindor unbelievably suited it. With that thought in mind, Draco ran his fingers in the boy's hair while Harry happily returned the favour letting his fingers comb threw the blond silky hair. Their lips met again only to be interrupted by Jamie crying. They looked at each other in slight fear as they jumped to their feet and ran to the baby's bedroom.

"What do we do?" asked Draco feeling slightly worried.

"I'm not sure." Harry thought it was best if he picked up the baby, rocking him in his arms. Jamie had stopped crying but was still wide awake. The two teenagers looked at each other in confusion.

"Maybe we should give him the milk?" Draco suggested picking up the milk bottle. Harry looked at it and nodded, grabbing the bottle out of his ex's hand and carefully directed it to the one-year-old's mouth. They both sighed with relief as Jamie began to drink the slight warm milk with the two just staring intently at him until he the finished the white beverage. In return of the drink, Jamie vomited on Harry's shirt.

"Thank you Jamie," sighed Harry sarcastically. He passed the baby to Draco who held him stiffly, bracing himself in case the baby thought it was a good idea to throw up on him as well since caring is sharing.

"I have to change my shirt," groaned the raven haired boy. "Try sing him a song."

"I don't know any songs," argued Draco stubbornly.

"You must know one," countered Harry. Draco looked like he was thinking about it until an idea came to mind.

"You're right I do know one."

Harry just nodded and made his way out the door.

"Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

He always lets the Quaffle in

Weasley is our…Ow Harry that hurts," whined Draco as Harry threw a book at him.

"Don't sing that song to him."

Draco glared at Harry. "It's not going to harm him."

"It's inappropriate." Harry took Jamie off Draco and sat down on the floor. "Anyway let me try and think of a story."

Jamie was looking at the pair in interest as Draco was looking rather bored and stubbornly didn't sit down on the floor as well.

"Have you thought of a story?" asked Draco finding a small chair to sit on. As soon as he found one, he carefully sat on it.

"Yeah, well sort of. I'm going to make it up as I go along." Harry smiled at Jamie who was sucking his thumb adorably. He sat the baby on his crossed legs. "Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a young prince and he lived…"

"What's his name?" interrupted Draco, interested in the story.

"Erm…Tim?" Harry suggested, the blond shook his head disapprovingly. "Well, I don't know what do you think he should be called?"

"Draco," he told him confidently while Harry rolled his eyes in response.

"Fine, Draco lived in a big castle in the middle of nowhere …"

"That's impossible, how can there be a castle in the middle of nowhere?"

"Draco, it's just a story. It doesn't have to be logical," argued Harry. "In this castle, the young prince lived on his own…"

"Why?" Draco asked annoying the Gryffindor.

"Because he just did."

"You have to explain why," argued the blond defiantly.

"Because he ran away from home," Harry thought up quickly, in hope that it might shut the Slytherin up.

"Why?" Obviously he was wrong.

"Because his parents were threatening to kill him, because he asked so many stupid questions," growled Harry. He looked back at Jamie who was looking at the two in amusement. "Draco was lonely and wanted a wife."

"Wife? Why would he want a wife? Come on, Potter. Jamie's dads are gay. You might as well give your prince a future husband." Harry couldn't help grinning at that statement even though he was interrupted AGAIN!

"Ok, he wanted a husband, someone who was beautiful, funny, caring, and will be able to live with his annoying habits. Soon Draco's wishes will be answered. In a far off place in the town of…erm…of Erm there was a young warrior who…"

"What's his name?"

"I don't know…Harry?"

"That's very vain naming the main character after yourself, Harry," joked Draco. Harry just stuck out his tongue.

"Harry had heard about the Prince Draco and…."

P/)

"Bloody hell," moaned Marcus, lying on his back with an exhausted Oliver heap on his chest.

"Wow," sighed Oliver, still getting down from his high.

"We needed that."

"Yeah, and now I need a new arse-hole. You fucked this one way too much!"

"You wouldn't have it any other way." Oliver just nodded. Marcus kissed his hair, and the Keeper smiled sleepily. "Love you."

"Love you too." Then the mood was wrecked when the Chaser's tummy interrupted with the rumble of wanting food. "You hungry Marcus?"

"Yeah."

"Does this mean I have to move?"

"Yep," laughed Marcus as Oliver effectively rolled off his lover and cuddling into the soft pillow, watching sleepily as his boyfriend stood awkwardly up. Oliver to admire his boyfriend's back at how muscular and firm it was. When they were still in Hogwarts, Oliver would write invisible messages on Marcus's back with his finger. The Keeper smiled dreamily as he watched his lover get changed.

"Don't think you're going to stay there all night, you're coming with me."

Oliver groaned in response. "You'll have to make me first." He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. He was pulled out of the bed and fell on the floor with a loud thump. "You bastard," he growled as he rubbed his bum from landing on it.

"Stop being a baby." Marcus helped the fallen boy up and hugged him with a kiss to the neck. Marcus pulled away and grinned, lovingly at the Keeper. "Get ready, I'm hungry!"

P/)

"…The End" Harry said finally but Jamie was not impressed. "Give me a break," sighed the dark haired boy.

"I think he wasn't happy because they didn't have a happy ending," said Draco, sulking away in his small chair.

"That's the thing, they could only be together if the Prince would run away from the evil witch and turn his back from all royalty."

"He would have done that anyway. Draco loves Harry," argued the Slytherin until the words sunk in, they looked away from each other in embarrassment.

"Do you know any other ways to make him go to sleep?" asked Harry, trying desperately to change the subject.

"Maybe we should tire him out or something," suggested the blond.

"That could work."

They watched and directed Jamie as he crawled round on the floor, observing his toys and playing with them. After about twenty minutes, the baby still didn't get tired.

"Maybe we should find some food for him."

Draco nodded and they got up together, leaving Jamie to crawl round his bedroom.

When the teenagers got to the kitchen, they stopped in their tracks and stared at each other in horror.

"I don't think we should have left Jamie on his own," Harry said, rushing back to the baby's bedroom but when he got there Jamie was nowhere to be seen. "Oh Bollocks."

P/)

Meanwhile, the two Quiddich players were sitting in a little muggle restaurant. The two talked with each other while staring and admiring each other like it was their first date. The people around them either ignored or didn't notice that Marcus was holding Oliver's hand though the moment wasn't for long. Marcus pulled his hand a way, looking apologetic to Oliver. It wasn't like the Chaser was ashamed, far from it in fact. He just wasn't good at being the romantic type but luckily, the Keeper understood this and just smiled at him.

"I love you," Oliver told him.

"I love you too." Marcus grinned and felt himself melt when he saw Oliver blush lightly. They leaned in slowly and kissed lovingly seemingly forgetting that there were people in the room as well. Oliver moaned quietly as he felt Marcus's hand stroke his cheek gently. They were so wrapped in what they were doing; they never realized that the waitress was standing there with their food in her hand. She cleared her throat the first time but they still didn't notice her so she coughed louder, which finally got their attention. She looked at them in amusement.

"Two fish and chips?" she asked as they both nodded with Oliver looking embarrassed and Marcus looking very smug with himself.

The waitress put the plates down and winked at them, "Don't stop on my account." She walked off to serve the next table. When the two caught the other's eyes, they burst into laughter.

"Wow, that was so embarrassing," gasped the Keeper.

"No, it's not," argued Marcus playfully. With one last smile, they began to eat their food.

P/)

Harry has been met by a lot of fear in his life. The first time, he was really scared was when he was six and broke Auntie Petunia's plate while washing it. His true fears were met when finding out Quirrel was being a willing body for Voldermort to habitat in, then when he had to fight the Basilisks, then hearing about Sirius having his soul taken out, and finally, seeing Voldemort in the first time. But none of those incidents could have prepared him for the horror that is now. They had lost Jamie and he was going to die.

"Jamie," called Harry nervously.

"Was the door closed because if it was, then he must still be in here, right?"

Harry just looked at the boy in total fear. "I don't remember…" At least a minute had passed as they stared into nothing as the situation began to sink in. "Ok, make sure the door is locked and let's search this room, as you said he must be here. He's a baby all he can do is crawl and not very fast."

Draco locked the door and the two searched frantically around the place. Harry mostly searched the floor while Draco searched cupboards and the top of shelves. It would have been rather amusing if Harry would have pointed out to Draco that Jamie can't even stand up so it was very unlikely that he could climb, but because they were both nearing heart attack stress level, humour wasn't on their forefront mind. After about an hour of repeatedly searching the small room, the two stopped looking and agreed that Jamie had wandered off somewhere. They sped up and left the room searching the living room.

P/)

After the meal, the couple walked out the 24 hour mini-restaurant and headed to the off-license to get chocolates for dessert and other things. They shared a mischievous smile and could feel themselves getting excited but as they walked through the doors, another couple was just walking out. They bumped into them and the four fell very ungracefully on the floor.

"Cedric," said Oliver, realizing who he bumped into.

"Oh, hi Oliver," replied the ex-Hufflepuff as he got his senses back.

"Alright, Viktor," Marcus scowled, as he stood up.

"Marcus…right?" Even though Viktor had never seen the Chaser before, he had heard lots of stories about him. Mostly good ones from Draco and bad ones from Cedric. "So you're a couple?" he asked untactful, it was sort of a rhetorical question but he wanted to hear it from their own lips.

"Yes." Marcus admitted that he used to hold a candle for the Bulgarian beauty but he couldn't tell if he was being funny or not.

"Cool, so are we." Viktor grinned, Marcus smiled back at Viktor's honesty.

"So how have you two been?" Cedric asked, generally interested to find out what his two ex-rivals were up to.

"We're great." Oliver quickly smiled warmly at his boyfriend. "We're really great, we have a baby."

"Aww, I heard about that, what's its name?" Viktor put in.

"He's a he and his name is Jamie," said the Keeper as he answered the questions. "So how are you two? First time I've seen you together."

"We're good; we were just heading off to our hotel, just down the road."

"Yeah we're staying there too," Oliver said. As happy as he was to see the pair, he really just wanted to get the chocolate then rush back to his room so his boyfriend can lick the said chocolates off his body. "I'm guessing you guys want to head back."

"Yes, it was great seeing you. We'll meet up some other time," Cedric answered grabbing Viktor's hand as they quickly walked off.

P/)

As the two searched the small flat from top to bottom, there was no sign of baby Jamie at all. Harry was on the verge of tears, he was feeling like a complete idiot and he felt so bad and scared for the baby. He hasn't got a clue to where he is. He looked at Draco and could see he was feeling the same thing.

"What are we going to do?" Draco asked completely heart-broken.

"I don't know," he groaned awkwardly. "This can't be happening."

P/)

Oliver put his hand in his pocket to take out the infantal to see if Jamie was alright. He got a firm grip of the white ball and lifted it out of his pocket.

P/)

The pair walked slowly into Jamie's bedroom, they couldn't believe they had done such a terrible thing as to lose Jamie. They loved him like he was their own son since he was their godchild and they felt like they put a disgrace to the word godfather. They walked into the baby's room and got the shock of their lives.

P/)

Oliver grinned at the pale white ball before he put it back into his pocket and wrapped an arm round Marcus's waist.

P/)

Jamie was lying fast asleep in his cot. They both realized none of them thought to look there because it was so likely that it was too unlikely. It's always true. It's always the last place you look.

"How did he get there?" asked the Gryffindor.

"He must have had the charm put on him that works when he's on the floor for a certain amount of time. He instantly gets transported onto his cot," Draco explained. "Bloody cheek really, the two believe that we could have lost him." Harry could only grin at the Slytherin. They were about to leave the room when Jamie started to cry again.

After changing nappies, more different songs, and stories, Jamie finally fell asleep but as Draco likes to point out, he only slept to the 'Weasley is out King' song. The two teenagers were too scared to leave the mini Marcus/Oliver look-a-like so they slept of the floor curled up together in case the baby will wake again.

P/)

Eight o'clock was the time when Oliver and Marcus had arrived; they were both extremely exhausted as they had 'no' sleep at all from their little holiday. They walked into Jamie's room to see how he was and they were more than a little shocked to see Harry and Draco lying on the floor, fully clothed and cuddled up. Jamie looked happy in his sleep, maybe it was more of a smug smile. He might have been proud of how much fuss he caused the two teenagers because as everyone had to remember, he was Marcus Flint's son as well.

P/)

"Ron," Harry called out to his best friend. As soon as he got back to Hogwarts, Harry agreed with himself that the first thing he was going to do was make peace with Ron.

"Yeah Harry?" the red head answered worriedly.

"I just want you to know that I love Draco and I believe he loves me and as much it pain you to hear this, there is nothing I can do about it. You're my best friend Ron, you're like my brother so I don't want us to have a falling out," Harry told him honestly, Ron looked proud and defiantly at him for some reason.

"Well there's only one thing we can do about that, isn't there?"

"What?" he asked carefully.

"Start mission, 'Get Malfoy Out of His Engagement and Into Your Bed.' I'm quite proud of that. I made the title up all by myself."

Harry could only grin happily.

You Like? You don't Like? Read and Review!! First off I apologise for taking sooo long to update I've just been really busy. I was wandering what you 'yes you the readers' would say if I did a smaller spin off series, called 'Bedtime Story lost chapters', it's actually for fans of Oliver/Marcus, it concentrates on how they got together in the first place, sound interesting? I would like to say a MASSIVE thank you for Dray-kun my beta, and thank you to reviewers and voters, the who's dom and sub vote is still going on but you can't vote twice! I'm also planning to do a Bedtime Story video for youtube, so I was wandering does anyone know of a good song I can use? You've all been great, love you all!