Both Draco and Harry were dazed upon leaving the dark dungeon classroom. Neither little was embarrassed enough to hide from shame, they simply let Snape carry them both out, as Draco was still awaiting McGonagall's return.
Briskly walking the boys down the long dungeon corridor, Snape took a hard right at the stairwell and began taking them up towards the main level of the castle. Going down several hallways Harry had never been down, he tucked his head into Snape's shoulder as if to protect himself from what was coming.
Snape and both boys emerged at the front of the great hall. They were at the head of the hall in the teachers' section, all eyes on them. Snape magicked two highchairs big enough for each boy next to his seat, and strapped them in. It was one thing to be in front of a potions class of 30 or so students. It was another to be in front of the entire school as they were infantized and paraded around in a onesie with part of their diaper sticking out.
Draco acted first, launching Daddy's golden plate from the table onto the floor. If everyone wasn't looking before, they were now. It slammed the ground with a resounding CLANG and bounced a few times to its final resting place. Harry clenched his bottom hard in anticipation of what was coming.
Daddy looked murderous. Such a public display of disobedience would not go over well. He wondered how Professor McGonagall kept him obedient at all.
"Okay Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled in his most patient sounding voice. "You wish not to eat as I have set you up to do so here. That's fine." With a flick of his wand he magicked what looked like soft cuffs to Draco's food tray. He strapped Draco's hands down so he was essentially immobile.
With another flick of his wand he had tiny bites of food on Harry's plate. Cut up turkey, potatoes, a roll, and stuffing. All things Harry liked. But then the damn bottle sat on the tray and Harry tried hard to ignore it. He desperately wanted utensils but figured with Draco in enough trouble, he wouldn't risk his own neck (or bottom). He looked to Daddy for permission to eat.
"You may eat Harry. With your hands please, it's small enough for you not to choke," he said kindly.
Draco was fighting his binding with everything he had. He was spewing only hate for Daddy. "You fucking coward, let me loose. Let me have my wand and deal with me man to man. I'm sick of this shit. This mommy, daddy bullshit. This is sick. Let me go now!" Daddy landed 3 rapid blows on Draco's thigh. The red blossomed there immediately.
"You will stop this. You will eat. You will learn your place Mr. Malfoy," Daddy said with the utmost calm.
You could see the tears in Draco's eyes. Whether from anger or pain, or both, Harry did not know.
"And how the hell am I supposed to eat like this?" Draco demanded, writhing against his cuffs.
"I will feed you of course Mr. Malfoy," Daddy said with a slight sneer.
Harry begged that Draco would just go with it. But of course not. Of course not!
"I'm going to tell everyone at the ministry about this bizarre treatment. I don't even want to go to this shit school anymore. I'm telling my parents about this, and they will end you." Draco spit in Daddy's face.
The shift in Daddy's mood was instantaneous. He stood up at his full height. His robes billowing around him. He looked like he would beat Draco into oblivion. He wiped his face with a napkin.
"We'll do it my way then," Daddy said. He swished his wand and removed all of Draco's clothes. He swapped the highchair for a medical standing device that locked Draco's feet and arms in place. Everything, everything was on display. And then Daddy told him to count.
One. Two. Five. Ten. Twenty. Draco was silent. Twenty-five. Twenty-nine. At thirty he broke and started counting. Quietly. "One, two" but that wasn't enough. Daddy magnified his voice so the whole hall could hear him. It was like he was on loudspeaker surround sound. And with his bottom on display, the entire hall could see just how red and sore he would be.
Harry spent this time frozen in horror at the though it could have been him if he was in one of his naughty spells. This punishment felt like the worst by far. He also worried about what other things Daddy could have in store for broken rules and not listening.
"Now," Daddy said slowly. "Eat."
Draco ate everything Daddy fed him. It was kind of gross because his was mushed up and liquified into baby food. But Draco ate and drank, prompting Harry to drink out of his own bottle so he didn't get Daddy's wrath. The milk was plain but good, and no hint of any spiking, he hoped.
The rest of lunch passed without incident, but people kept staring up at the teachers' table and Draco. They gawked, grinned, smirked, and you could hear people whispering about it. Harry tried to tune it all out, but you could tell it wounded Draco's ego. He got check mated by Daddy and he highly doubted he would just roll over and let it happen.
No there was definitely something brewing for Draco under the surface.
"Alright boys. That's lunch. Let's get cleaned up and head to my place to play for a bit until Professor McGonagall comes in from her next class."
Harry had the normal squirmies where he didn't like getting wiped off on his face and hands but didn't really give Daddy any trouble. Draco slouched in his device and let Daddy do what he needed to clean him up but he didn't give him any privacy. He had the boys walk hand in hand down the hall. Draco still completely naked.
Daddy got the boys to his room and let the boys in.
With a gleam in his eye and a grin spreading across his face he told them both. "Now, it's time to play."