Little Mischievous baby dragon

Little Mischievous Baby Dragon


Harry and Draco exited the potions class, to the sound of hysterical laughter from the class, minus Snape and Hermione. It didn't help, that Draco was insistent upon waving and chirping “Bye, bye” to everyone.

When both Harry and baby Draco were out of ear shot, not that they would have been able to hear it over the ruckus, Hermione turned to Ron and whispered.

“You idiot, when are you going to learn? You should be thankful that Harry has taken the blame on your behalf." Ron bowed his head with shame. He knew she was right. There was no doubt what so ever about that.

Harry walked along with Draco safely tucked up against his chest. Draco cooed happily, as the bright green flames of the torches floated above them. All over the corridors the flames flickered and glowed across both of their faces.

Harry couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He wished the seventeen year old version of Draco was this pleasant, of course, no such luck existed.

Harry looked down at the adorable bundle in his arms. Draco managed to look up at the same time as Harry had. Harry studied Draco for a few moments and frowned and thought to himself ‘Sweet Merlin, I'm in for a hell of a nasty fucked up six weeks’

Draco had noticed the less then pleased look on Harry's face and said, “What's the matter Hawy?" Harry replied “It's nothing, Malfoy.” Draco touched Harry's nose and said, “No, not Malfoy. It's Dwaco."

Harry thought to himself ‘Fuck, even as a baby, Malfoy is still dishing out demands’ Harry didn't feel comfortable calling Malfoy by his given name. He had no experience of dealing with a civilized Draco Malfoy. Since their first year and meeting on the train travailing to Hogwarts, they had been at each others throats constantly.

They were sworn enemies. The word civilized was not a term that was ever used in the same sentence along with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Fighting like cats and dogs was a more adept description.

The only way they knew how communicate with the other, and had done so for the past seven years, was to shoot nasty insults and barbs at each other. Not to forget to mention, of course, the frequent boils and jelly legs curses.

When they reached the gargoyle leading up to Dumbledore's office, Harry readjusted Draco in his arms, as his arms were starting to go numb. He also realized he didn't know the pass word to enter Dumbledore's office. Suddenly the gargoyle slowly began to slide in a circular motion to the left.

Draco laughed and clapped his hands happily, when an old, tall, thin man with a very long beard and blue eyes, that seemed to twinkle brightly and humorously from behind a pair of moon shaped rimmed glasses, appeared.

Of course the man in question, much to Draco's delight and Harry's sheer honest to god relief, was none other than Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.

“Harry, I've been expecting you” he added at the sight of Draco “And of course a somewhat younger; and in your case, a more tolerable Mr. Malfoy" Dumbledore said with a chuckle.

“Professor Snape informed me from the fire place in the dungeons that you and Mr. Malfoy were on your way to my office. He also explained the situation to me.” He added “Now would you please follow me up to my office where we shall discus and make suitable arrangements for the next six weeks?"

Once they were seated in Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore said, “First of all, Harry would you please explain to me why and what made you to do this to Mr. Malfoy?” He gestured to the one year-old, that was sitting in Harry's lap, and currently in the process of reaching out to take hold of Harry's glasses.

Harry gently, but reluctantly, held Draco's little hands to distract him, and to prevent him from getting any where near his glasses. Dumbledore smiled at this. He knew why Harry had taken hold of both of Draco's hands, and clearly had done so reluctantly.

Harry sighed and said, “I'm sick of the way professor Snape is always making allowances for Malfoy" he continued “If it were even possible, he would probably let Malfoy get away with murder."

Dumbledore nodded and replied “Yes, of course Harry. I too must admit that I have seen the way Professor Snape is with Mr. Malfoy, and your point of view does in deed prove to be correct."

Dumbledore then continued “Harry, what I'm about to tell you must not leave this room, not until either Mr. Malfoy or your potions professor is willing for this piece of information to become public knowledge."

Harry nodded and Dumbledore continued again. “You see Harry, Professor Snape is in fact Mr. Malfoy's godfather." Harry sighed, exasperated, and mumbled “Peachy. Now that is just fucking peachy.” A bit louder he said, “Well professor that does indeed tend to explain why Professor Snape favours Malfoy.”

Harry added “Anyway professor, I take it I'm correct in presuming that I’ll be made to take care of Malfoy, at least until the six weeks has passed, and the potion is out of his system."

Dumbledore nodded and replied “Yes Harry that is correct. As it was you who got yourself and Mr. Malfoy into this situation, was it not?" Harry nodded miserably and said, “Of course professor."

Dumbledore then said, “I know you are not at all pleased with this situation, but here is what you must take into consideration. Mr. Malfoy is unable to fend or care for himself in his current form."

He also added “And you are, I'm afraid, responsible for the state Mr. Malfoy resides in at the present, and will be for the next six weeks, until the entire potion has worked its way out of his system completely."

Harry nodded and replied “Yes professor." He then slumped down in his seat in defeat. Harry thought to himself ‘you’re so not gonna hear the end of this, Ronald Weasley’

Draco noticed Harry looked absolutely miserable. He freed his tiny hands from Harry's larger ones, and promptly placed them lovingly on either side of Harry’s face, and smiled sweetly and cooed “My Hawy."

Harry couldn't help it. He couldn't keep the smile from appearing on his face. He knew he couldn't be or stay mad at Malfoy or blame him. After all, it wasn't Draco's fault he was like this. It was his and Ron's, and theirs alone.

Harry gently traced one of Draco's tiny little fists with the tips of his fingers in fascination. Draco giggled adorably, because the tips of Harry's fingers gently tickled his pale white baby soft skin on his little fists.

Draco leaned forwards and did something that the seventeen year old version of him had been secretly and desperate to do, ever since they met in Madam Malkin's robes for every Occasion shop, back in their first year, when they were eleven.

He leaned forwards, and gently kissed Harry right smack on the mouth. Dumbledore beamed. He knew all to well, that from the very first time he saw them fight or argue. He knew that Draco had been, and was still very much in love with Harry. It would seem that one year old Draco, he had more guts than the seventeen year old Draco apparently had.

To say Harry was shocked was a serious and major understatement all by it's self. Harry was clearly flabbergasted. He expected to be disgusted, but what terrified him most of all, was that he was no where near disgusted.

If any thing, he felt like he could fly without the aid of his firebolt. Harry's mind was screaming inside ‘No, no Harry. What the hell are you thinking? You shouldn't have those sorts of feelings for your sworn enemy’

But Harry's heart was telling him other wise ‘This is what you have been waiting for all of this time. The fighting was just a way and distraction to buy some extra time’

Dumbledore spoke, snapping Harry out of the war that was raging between his head and his heart. Harry looked down and smiled, as he watched Draco snuggle into his chest, and sigh with pure contentment.

Harry gently ran his fingers throughout the soft baby white blonde wisps of Draco's hair. Dumbledore said, “Harry, I have decided to have a cot sent down to your set of rooms. Nappies, bottles, baby clothes, baby food, and a few toys will be sent down as well. You will take care of Mr. Malfoy for the next six weeks."

He added “you will be tutored by your god father’s Sirius and Remus. I guarantee that Sirius will be safe. He has after all been cleared by the minister of magic, Arthur Weasley."

Harry nodded and smiled widely. He was going to see his godfathers on a regular basis. Dumbledore suddenly sobered and said, “I will have to inform both Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy of what has happened, and will be happening over the next six weeks."

Harry nodded and thought to himself ‘Whatever. If I can deal with and kill Voldemort, I can sure as hell deal with Lucius Malfoy’ Unknown to Harry that, both Draco and Dumbledore silently agreed, knowing it to be true, Harry could and would deal with Lucius Malfoy if the need ever arose.