A Love So Belated
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Chapter 16: Favourite Toy
Chapter Number/Total: 16/44
Chapter Title: Favourite Toy
Words: 2381 Words
When Harry picked Teddy up from his Gran's, Andromeda looked like she needed a break. She didn't ask too many questions about where Harry was taking the little boy – who was currently sporting violently green hair – so Harry didn't actually have to lie. He dressed Teddy in his little, fluffy warm coat and covered his head with his fluffy warm hat with a fuzz ball on top, all the while trying to keep him from playing his favourite game. He hadn't been kidding when he'd told Draco that Teddy liked to steal his glasses.
Harry bid Andromeda goodbye, taking the baby and the bag filled with bottles, nappies, and toys to play with, and left with him back to Draco's house. He stood in front of the door at Malfoy Manor, feeling silly knocking, since he knew Draco was waiting for him, but not wanting to just barge in. He held his head away from Teddy, trying to avoid little wandering hands.
Draco opened the door and couldn't stop the grin on his face at the sight of the strange little boy in his lover's arms. He stepped back, gesturing for Harry to enter as he held the door open for him.
Harry smiled, entering into the house.
Teddy stared at Draco with golden-brown eyes that changed abruptly to brilliant blue.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't warn me about that," he said to Harry.
Harry snorted, catching Teddy's attention again and causing him to go for the frames. "He's a Metamorphmagus," he explained to Draco. "Like his mum."
Draco was intrigued, looking closely at the little boy. "Does he know he is doing that?" he asked.
Harry shook his head but shrugged as well. "Sometimes, I think," he said. "He'll change his hair or his eyes to a colour he sees, but most of the time it's just random. Can't take him out around Muggles until he knows how to control it."
"I should say not," Draco chuckled. He stepped closer. "Hello," he said to the boy.
Teddy babbled at Draco and then looked to Harry as if questioning.
Harry smiled. "Yes, he's a good bloke," he assured him. "Would you like to hold him?" he asked Draco.
Draco blinked, suddenly nervous. "Will he want me to?" he asked, but held out his arms.
"He goes to almost anyone," Harry reasoned. "Even went to Hagrid once." He passed Teddy to Draco, and the little boy stared at him, changing his eyes then to match the silver-grey of the blond's.
Draco laughed again. "Can you do the hair, too?" he asked.
Harry chuckled and reached to pull the little hat from Teddy's head. The colour had switched from the green it had been to his natural colour of light brown, but then it switched to quite an alarming shade of violet instead of the blond Draco had suggested.
"See?" said Harry. "Random."
"So what do you do besides attack Harry's glasses and clash with the colour schemes?" Draco asked the boy.
He babbled a response, patting Draco's face.
Harry laughed. "Wreck houses and drive people mad," he said fondly.
"Well, we are not taking you to the library then," Draco joked. Then he looked at Harry. "Sitting room?"
Harry nodded. "Sure," he agreed, knowing his way and taking the lead.
In the sitting room, Draco began moving breakable objects off of the lower furniture.
"Good idea, that," Harry commented, watching him. He took off Teddy's coat and then upended the bag of toys on the floor.
Rusty popped in beside Draco and looked with consternation at the floor. "Don't worry," Draco told the elf. "We won't leave it a mess." The elf huffed and left again.
Harry laughed and Teddy crawled over to pick up one of the toys. He stared at it before throwing it as if it were unsatisfactory. Harry smiled, ruffling his hair.
Draco sat down in a chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, watching.
Teddy found another toy and seemed to like this one. He slobbered on it. He crawled over to Harry with the little stuffed Hippogriff in his mouth and handed it to him. Then he crawled over to the toys again, this time choosing a plastic Snitch and chewing on the very-much-chewed wings. He sat there for a few moments before he looked at Draco and stared at him again. Then he looked at Harry.
Harry made a silly face and then asked, "Should we let him play with us?" in a purposely carrying whisper.
Teddy looked back at Draco, contemplating him.
Draco cocked head, returning the child's gaze.
Teddy stared for a few more moments before decidedly picking a toy car of all things – it had belonged to his grandfather – and crawling to Draco. He held the Snitch away, saying "My," but then gave Draco the car.
Draco took the toy. "Thank you," he told the baby, and then looked at the car. He glanced up at his lover with a smirk on his face.
Harry was grinning widely. "He likes you," he said. "It took Ron forever to get Teddy to let him play with his toys."
Draco's smile broadened. He wasn't sure which pleased him more, that Teddy liked him better than Ron or that the child had accepted him quickly. Draco moved out of the chair and onto the floor, rolling the little car around on the rug.
Teddy watched him and smiled with squinty eyes, his grin showing two bottom teeth. "Ca'," he said, pointing.
"Car, yes," said Harry, nodding and getting to his stomach.
Draco was distracted by the sight of his lover on the floor, eyes focused on his arse, the little car momentarily forgotten.
Teddy crawled over and patted his knee. "Ca'," he said.
Harry snorted. "You've done it now," he said to Draco. "He demands that car to be rolled for ages."
Draco arched an eyebrow at the child. He reached over and rolled the car up Harry's arm.
Teddy giggled and Harry raised an eyebrow, watching the car's progress and then watching Draco.
Draco grinned, working the car up Harry's arm to his shoulder and then slowly moved it around to his back.
Teddy followed the movement so that he could see and Harry shivered, feeling pathetic.
Draco moved the toy car slowly down Harry's spine.
Harry let out a slow breath to match the car's pace, his eyes drooping the slightest bit, but then Teddy smacked him on the back with both hands, bouncing as he happily watched the toy car move.
The blond laughed as Harry jumped. "Careful, Teddy," he admonished. "Don't want you breaking my toy."
Teddy looked confused, cocking his head at Draco, but Harry chuckled. "Is that all I am to you?" he asked in an overly dramatic voice, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Your toy?"
"Don't underestimate the importance of a favourite toy," Draco teased, and then abandoned the car to tickle Harry with both hands.
Harry's arm flew away from his eyes and he squirmed and gasped, having not anticipated the attack.
Teddy laughed wildly, trying to tickle too, but really only pinching.
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
Draco was so intent on tickling Harry and the baby was laughing so loudly, that he didn't hear.
Whoever it was cleared their throat a little louder and Harry turned his head, flushing when he saw Draco's mother standing there.
Draco froze, blinking as he turned his head toward the door. "Hello, Mother," he greeted her, amusement still in his voice.
Her lips might have twitched in amusement as well, but Harry couldn't tell. "Darling," she said with a smile at Draco. "Harry," she continued, her smile hardening. She'd been suspicious with him since the 'two week incident'.
"Mrs Malfoy," acknowledged Harry, sitting up and fixing his shirt where it had gotten twisted up to show his stomach.
"Mother," Draco said, "may I introduce you to your great-nephew, Teddy Lupin?"
She arched a brow, catching sight of the little boy. "My goodness, why on earth is the child's hair purple?" she asked, her tone highly disgruntled.
"Because he can make it that way." Draco smirked. "He's a Metamorphmagus."
"Hmm," she hummed, regarding the baby. "Like Nymphadora, then."
"Yes," said Harry, watching her expression and feeling slightly defencive over Teddy.
"It's quite a gift, wouldn't you say?" Draco attempted, watching his mother.
"Certainly," she answered, seeming to not want to enter into the room too far. "Ted, though," she went on, barely able to stop herself from making a face. "I wouldn't have named him that."
Harry frowned slightly. "He's named after his grandfather," he reminded her.
"Yes, I know," she said in that condescending tone she sometimes carried. "I know who my sister married."
Draco frowned at his mother. He knew why she felt the way she did. "He's Harry's godson," he said, hoping to remind her that Harry and the child were his guests.
She let out a lofty sigh. "Is he?" she replied, obviously trying to drop the haughty attitude for her son.
"Yes, he is," affirmed Harry. "Remus named me godfather before he ...."
She made another little face. "The werewolf, yes," she said quietly.
Harry frowned again.
"Ca'!" Teddy yelled.
Draco laughed and looked around for the toy, found it, and held it up for the boy.
Narcissa watched Draco with a curious expression on her face, then looked back at Harry as Teddy crawled to Draco. "He doesn't have any werewolf in him, does he?" she asked.
"He's Remus Lupin's child," Harry said firmly, "but, no, he isn't a werewolf, nor does he show any of the symptoms."
"Good," she replied, eyeing the baby and Draco again.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise as the little body climbed into his lap. "Getting friendly, are we?" he asked, smiling.
Narcissa's lips twitched again. "My sister allowed him to come here?" she asked.
Harry winced. "I ... didn't tell her I was coming here," he admitted.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yes, that's what I assumed."
Draco looked in surprise at Harry. Then, when Teddy tugged on his shirt, he rolled the little car up the boy's arm.
Harry blushed when Draco looked at him and then smiled a bit as Teddy giggled from the tickle.
"I don't mind him here if he doesn't have any werewolf," Narcissa said, still sounding disapproving. "But I doubt Andromeda would allow it if you were to ask. I would keep the information away from her if I were you."
Harry bit his lip and nodded.
"I'll leave you alone, then," she said, taking a step back. "Send Rusty as always, love," she added to Draco as she cast one last curious look at her son and the baby.
Draco looked to Harry, eyebrows raised. "Would his grandmother really disapprove that much?" he asked.
Harry sighed. "I don't know," he said. "I've never mentioned your mum around her. But she ... loathes Bellatrix." It was an understatement.
Draco shivered at the mention of his dead aunt. "Not one of my favourite people either," he admitted in low voice.
Harry nodded. "I can't believe you're related to such a person," he said, not that he had found it so unbelievable back in Hogwarts.
Draco frowned, not sure whether or not to be insulted. "I didn't know her growing up," he said. "She was in Azkaban. But I remember looking at her portrait and thinking of how beautiful she was ... or had been." His voice was far away as he spoke, and he looked up as he saw it in his memory. "She taught me Legilimency, you know. Terrifying experience, that."
Harry did know, having heard the conversation between Snape and Draco back in sixth year – under his Invisibility Cloak. "I can only imagine," he said. His own Occlumency lessons with Snape had been bad enough.
"Most of her memories were of Azkaban and ... Him," Draco said in a small voice.
Harry frowned and made a bit of a face. "He's gone now," he reminded his lover firmly, holding his chin up a tad.
Draco came back to himself then and smiled, looking at Harry. "Thanks to you," he said. Teddy smacked him then, apparently annoyed with being ignored.
Harry gave a half-shrug at the comment and then crawled over to Draco and Teddy. He was still never sure how to react when people said that to him.
Teddy smacked Draco again before crawling out of his lap and to Harry. "Baa," he said.
"Pass me his bag?" Harry said to Draco.
Draco looked around and then picked up the bag, tossing it to Harry.
Harry caught it and took out a bottle and some of Teddy's magical formula-like milk. He took out his wand to prepare the bottle, using it for both the water and the Warming Charm, and then he squirted a little on his own arm to test it. He handed it to Teddy then, who lay down in his lap, lazily kicking his feet back and forth.
Draco had no idea why the sight made his heart beat faster. He sat there watching with a small smile on his face.
Harry smiled too, gently passing fingers through Teddy's now deep blue, almost black, hair. "I love this little squirt," he said, grinning down at him.
Draco nodded, biting the inside of his lip to stop the words he felt the urge to say. He was not going to confess his love for Harry. The man was still technically dating Ginny Weasley. "He's a nice kid," he managed.
Harry snorted. "You're a nice kid, too," he said, pushing his lips out for a kiss.
Draco crawled over to Harry and kissed him gently. He smirked. "I was never a nice kid," he whispered.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you were a bit of a prat," he said, grinning at him.
"I am sure I was," Draco said in a low sexy voice, and then licked at Harry's lips.
Harry smirked as he slid his tongue out to meet Draco's. Only the swishing sound of milk in a bottle from below made him hold back from pinning Draco to the floor right then and there.
Chapter Title: Favourite Toy
Words: 2381 Words
When Harry picked Teddy up from his Gran's, Andromeda looked like she needed a break. She didn't ask too many questions about where Harry was taking the little boy – who was currently sporting violently green hair – so Harry didn't actually have to lie. He dressed Teddy in his little, fluffy warm coat and covered his head with his fluffy warm hat with a fuzz ball on top, all the while trying to keep him from playing his favourite game. He hadn't been kidding when he'd told Draco that Teddy liked to steal his glasses.
Harry bid Andromeda goodbye, taking the baby and the bag filled with bottles, nappies, and toys to play with, and left with him back to Draco's house. He stood in front of the door at Malfoy Manor, feeling silly knocking, since he knew Draco was waiting for him, but not wanting to just barge in. He held his head away from Teddy, trying to avoid little wandering hands.
Draco opened the door and couldn't stop the grin on his face at the sight of the strange little boy in his lover's arms. He stepped back, gesturing for Harry to enter as he held the door open for him.
Harry smiled, entering into the house.
Teddy stared at Draco with golden-brown eyes that changed abruptly to brilliant blue.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't warn me about that," he said to Harry.
Harry snorted, catching Teddy's attention again and causing him to go for the frames. "He's a Metamorphmagus," he explained to Draco. "Like his mum."
Draco was intrigued, looking closely at the little boy. "Does he know he is doing that?" he asked.
Harry shook his head but shrugged as well. "Sometimes, I think," he said. "He'll change his hair or his eyes to a colour he sees, but most of the time it's just random. Can't take him out around Muggles until he knows how to control it."
"I should say not," Draco chuckled. He stepped closer. "Hello," he said to the boy.
Teddy babbled at Draco and then looked to Harry as if questioning.
Harry smiled. "Yes, he's a good bloke," he assured him. "Would you like to hold him?" he asked Draco.
Draco blinked, suddenly nervous. "Will he want me to?" he asked, but held out his arms.
"He goes to almost anyone," Harry reasoned. "Even went to Hagrid once." He passed Teddy to Draco, and the little boy stared at him, changing his eyes then to match the silver-grey of the blond's.
Draco laughed again. "Can you do the hair, too?" he asked.
Harry chuckled and reached to pull the little hat from Teddy's head. The colour had switched from the green it had been to his natural colour of light brown, but then it switched to quite an alarming shade of violet instead of the blond Draco had suggested.
"See?" said Harry. "Random."
"So what do you do besides attack Harry's glasses and clash with the colour schemes?" Draco asked the boy.
He babbled a response, patting Draco's face.
Harry laughed. "Wreck houses and drive people mad," he said fondly.
"Well, we are not taking you to the library then," Draco joked. Then he looked at Harry. "Sitting room?"
Harry nodded. "Sure," he agreed, knowing his way and taking the lead.
In the sitting room, Draco began moving breakable objects off of the lower furniture.
"Good idea, that," Harry commented, watching him. He took off Teddy's coat and then upended the bag of toys on the floor.
Rusty popped in beside Draco and looked with consternation at the floor. "Don't worry," Draco told the elf. "We won't leave it a mess." The elf huffed and left again.
Harry laughed and Teddy crawled over to pick up one of the toys. He stared at it before throwing it as if it were unsatisfactory. Harry smiled, ruffling his hair.
Draco sat down in a chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, watching.
Teddy found another toy and seemed to like this one. He slobbered on it. He crawled over to Harry with the little stuffed Hippogriff in his mouth and handed it to him. Then he crawled over to the toys again, this time choosing a plastic Snitch and chewing on the very-much-chewed wings. He sat there for a few moments before he looked at Draco and stared at him again. Then he looked at Harry.
Harry made a silly face and then asked, "Should we let him play with us?" in a purposely carrying whisper.
Teddy looked back at Draco, contemplating him.
Draco cocked head, returning the child's gaze.
Teddy stared for a few more moments before decidedly picking a toy car of all things – it had belonged to his grandfather – and crawling to Draco. He held the Snitch away, saying "My," but then gave Draco the car.
Draco took the toy. "Thank you," he told the baby, and then looked at the car. He glanced up at his lover with a smirk on his face.
Harry was grinning widely. "He likes you," he said. "It took Ron forever to get Teddy to let him play with his toys."
Draco's smile broadened. He wasn't sure which pleased him more, that Teddy liked him better than Ron or that the child had accepted him quickly. Draco moved out of the chair and onto the floor, rolling the little car around on the rug.
Teddy watched him and smiled with squinty eyes, his grin showing two bottom teeth. "Ca'," he said, pointing.
"Car, yes," said Harry, nodding and getting to his stomach.
Draco was distracted by the sight of his lover on the floor, eyes focused on his arse, the little car momentarily forgotten.
Teddy crawled over and patted his knee. "Ca'," he said.
Harry snorted. "You've done it now," he said to Draco. "He demands that car to be rolled for ages."
Draco arched an eyebrow at the child. He reached over and rolled the car up Harry's arm.
Teddy giggled and Harry raised an eyebrow, watching the car's progress and then watching Draco.
Draco grinned, working the car up Harry's arm to his shoulder and then slowly moved it around to his back.
Teddy followed the movement so that he could see and Harry shivered, feeling pathetic.
Draco moved the toy car slowly down Harry's spine.
Harry let out a slow breath to match the car's pace, his eyes drooping the slightest bit, but then Teddy smacked him on the back with both hands, bouncing as he happily watched the toy car move.
The blond laughed as Harry jumped. "Careful, Teddy," he admonished. "Don't want you breaking my toy."
Teddy looked confused, cocking his head at Draco, but Harry chuckled. "Is that all I am to you?" he asked in an overly dramatic voice, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Your toy?"
"Don't underestimate the importance of a favourite toy," Draco teased, and then abandoned the car to tickle Harry with both hands.
Harry's arm flew away from his eyes and he squirmed and gasped, having not anticipated the attack.
Teddy laughed wildly, trying to tickle too, but really only pinching.
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
Draco was so intent on tickling Harry and the baby was laughing so loudly, that he didn't hear.
Whoever it was cleared their throat a little louder and Harry turned his head, flushing when he saw Draco's mother standing there.
Draco froze, blinking as he turned his head toward the door. "Hello, Mother," he greeted her, amusement still in his voice.
Her lips might have twitched in amusement as well, but Harry couldn't tell. "Darling," she said with a smile at Draco. "Harry," she continued, her smile hardening. She'd been suspicious with him since the 'two week incident'.
"Mrs Malfoy," acknowledged Harry, sitting up and fixing his shirt where it had gotten twisted up to show his stomach.
"Mother," Draco said, "may I introduce you to your great-nephew, Teddy Lupin?"
She arched a brow, catching sight of the little boy. "My goodness, why on earth is the child's hair purple?" she asked, her tone highly disgruntled.
"Because he can make it that way." Draco smirked. "He's a Metamorphmagus."
"Hmm," she hummed, regarding the baby. "Like Nymphadora, then."
"Yes," said Harry, watching her expression and feeling slightly defencive over Teddy.
"It's quite a gift, wouldn't you say?" Draco attempted, watching his mother.
"Certainly," she answered, seeming to not want to enter into the room too far. "Ted, though," she went on, barely able to stop herself from making a face. "I wouldn't have named him that."
Harry frowned slightly. "He's named after his grandfather," he reminded her.
"Yes, I know," she said in that condescending tone she sometimes carried. "I know who my sister married."
Draco frowned at his mother. He knew why she felt the way she did. "He's Harry's godson," he said, hoping to remind her that Harry and the child were his guests.
She let out a lofty sigh. "Is he?" she replied, obviously trying to drop the haughty attitude for her son.
"Yes, he is," affirmed Harry. "Remus named me godfather before he ...."
She made another little face. "The werewolf, yes," she said quietly.
Harry frowned again.
"Ca'!" Teddy yelled.
Draco laughed and looked around for the toy, found it, and held it up for the boy.
Narcissa watched Draco with a curious expression on her face, then looked back at Harry as Teddy crawled to Draco. "He doesn't have any werewolf in him, does he?" she asked.
"He's Remus Lupin's child," Harry said firmly, "but, no, he isn't a werewolf, nor does he show any of the symptoms."
"Good," she replied, eyeing the baby and Draco again.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise as the little body climbed into his lap. "Getting friendly, are we?" he asked, smiling.
Narcissa's lips twitched again. "My sister allowed him to come here?" she asked.
Harry winced. "I ... didn't tell her I was coming here," he admitted.
She raised her eyebrows. "Yes, that's what I assumed."
Draco looked in surprise at Harry. Then, when Teddy tugged on his shirt, he rolled the little car up the boy's arm.
Harry blushed when Draco looked at him and then smiled a bit as Teddy giggled from the tickle.
"I don't mind him here if he doesn't have any werewolf," Narcissa said, still sounding disapproving. "But I doubt Andromeda would allow it if you were to ask. I would keep the information away from her if I were you."
Harry bit his lip and nodded.
"I'll leave you alone, then," she said, taking a step back. "Send Rusty as always, love," she added to Draco as she cast one last curious look at her son and the baby.
Draco looked to Harry, eyebrows raised. "Would his grandmother really disapprove that much?" he asked.
Harry sighed. "I don't know," he said. "I've never mentioned your mum around her. But she ... loathes Bellatrix." It was an understatement.
Draco shivered at the mention of his dead aunt. "Not one of my favourite people either," he admitted in low voice.
Harry nodded. "I can't believe you're related to such a person," he said, not that he had found it so unbelievable back in Hogwarts.
Draco frowned, not sure whether or not to be insulted. "I didn't know her growing up," he said. "She was in Azkaban. But I remember looking at her portrait and thinking of how beautiful she was ... or had been." His voice was far away as he spoke, and he looked up as he saw it in his memory. "She taught me Legilimency, you know. Terrifying experience, that."
Harry did know, having heard the conversation between Snape and Draco back in sixth year – under his Invisibility Cloak. "I can only imagine," he said. His own Occlumency lessons with Snape had been bad enough.
"Most of her memories were of Azkaban and ... Him," Draco said in a small voice.
Harry frowned and made a bit of a face. "He's gone now," he reminded his lover firmly, holding his chin up a tad.
Draco came back to himself then and smiled, looking at Harry. "Thanks to you," he said. Teddy smacked him then, apparently annoyed with being ignored.
Harry gave a half-shrug at the comment and then crawled over to Draco and Teddy. He was still never sure how to react when people said that to him.
Teddy smacked Draco again before crawling out of his lap and to Harry. "Baa," he said.
"Pass me his bag?" Harry said to Draco.
Draco looked around and then picked up the bag, tossing it to Harry.
Harry caught it and took out a bottle and some of Teddy's magical formula-like milk. He took out his wand to prepare the bottle, using it for both the water and the Warming Charm, and then he squirted a little on his own arm to test it. He handed it to Teddy then, who lay down in his lap, lazily kicking his feet back and forth.
Draco had no idea why the sight made his heart beat faster. He sat there watching with a small smile on his face.
Harry smiled too, gently passing fingers through Teddy's now deep blue, almost black, hair. "I love this little squirt," he said, grinning down at him.
Draco nodded, biting the inside of his lip to stop the words he felt the urge to say. He was not going to confess his love for Harry. The man was still technically dating Ginny Weasley. "He's a nice kid," he managed.
Harry snorted. "You're a nice kid, too," he said, pushing his lips out for a kiss.
Draco crawled over to Harry and kissed him gently. He smirked. "I was never a nice kid," he whispered.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you were a bit of a prat," he said, grinning at him.
"I am sure I was," Draco said in a low sexy voice, and then licked at Harry's lips.
Harry smirked as he slid his tongue out to meet Draco's. Only the swishing sound of milk in a bottle from below made him hold back from pinning Draco to the floor right then and there.