Little Mischievous baby dragon

Little Mischievous Baby Dragon


Harry and Draco exited Dumbledore's office and headed straight for Harry’s Head boy set of rooms. When they reached the portrait of the fat lady, she spotted and looked down at Draco, and cooed “Aww, isn't he an adorable and handsome little fellow?”

Draco grinned and waved, and looked up at her. She smiled and asked for the pass word. “Godric” Harry replied. The portrait opened letting them enter. She called to Harry, as he stepped inside the common room with Draco, still happily nested in his arms “Now you take extra good care of the sweet little angel.”

Harry snorted when the portrait finally closed behind him, and thought ‘Sweet little angel indeed’
Baby Draco definitely looked angelic, but in Draco's case looks could and most certainly were deceiving.

Draco wasn't evil like his father had been (and still was) Draco just wasn't what you would call innocent. Seventeen year old Draco would have more then agreed with that opinion and point of view. Looks could be and were definitely deceiving when it came to himself.

Harry carried Draco, until they reached a tapestry, he walked behind said tapestry. There behind the tapestries was a portrait hole. Godric Gryffindor’s picture was resting in the portrait, looking down at Harry and Draco. “Password” he asked Harry. Harry replied “Moony.”

The Portrait moved aside, allowing Harry and Draco too enter, enter into the decent sized common room Harry shared with Hermione, seeing as both he and she were the head boy and girl.

When they entered the bed room belonging to Harry, Harry walked over to his bed, and gently and carefully placed Draco on top of it. He stood back, took in Draco's appearance, and decided Draco did look kind of silly in the over sized robes. Harry walked to the trunk at the foot of his bed and opened it.

He looked inside of it for a pair of Dudley's old jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of clean socks.
He turned to Draco and grinned, as he took out his wand.

He then pointed the wand at the three items of clothing and said a shrinking charm.
As he watched, he laughed slightly and shook his head at Draco, who clapped his hands with glee and squealed “magic Hawy magic.”

Harry moved towards the head of the bed again, where Draco still sat in the centre happily.
Harry carefully unwrapped the over sized robes from around Draco.

He then realized that Draco was going to need a nappy, so he returned to the foot of his bed and retrieved a towel from his trunk.

He took his wand again and transfigured the towel into a soft cotton nappy. He then found two safety pins in the small drawer of his bedside table.

He placed Draco in the nappy as best as he knew how, which was, surprisingly rather quite accurate, considering it was the first time he had applied a nappy before.

He then carefully, so as not to poke Draco, fastened the nappy with a safety pin. Then he told Draco to lift his arms over his head, which Draco did willingly.

Harry then placed the off white t-shirt over the top of Draco's head, and pulled it down over his little flat stomach. He then proceeded to slip the shrunken black jeans over the one year olds legs, pulling them up, and fastened them.

He tickled Draco's little feet, as he placed the grey cotton socks on his tiny feet. Draco giggled and squirmed madly in Harry's hands. Harry discovered Draco was obviously and without a doubt very ticklish indeed.

Harry lifted Draco up and said, “Ok, dinner time, come on let’s go down stairs.” Draco nodded, and snuggled comfortably in Harry's arms once again.