Little Mischievous baby dragon

Little Mischievous Baby Dragon


When Harry and Draco entered the great hall, everyone turned to stare at them. All the way over on the Slytherin table, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini (who was Draco's best friend) along with Crabbe and Goyle, all looked at Harry with expressions of deadly venom.

Pansy stood up and walked over to Harry, who was now sitting over at the Gryffindor table, with Draco sitting on his lap, happily being spoon fed banana and toffee flavoured baby food.

Pansy’s hips swayed from side to side in a manner she probably considered seductive, but only made her look like a drunk, who looked like they had had their fair share of fire whisky, and was having trouble walking in a straight line.

Pansy said, “Hand him over Potter, or I will gladly inform Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.” Suddenly every one turned to see the doors to the great hall burst open, revealing both of the two Malfoy's in question.

Narcissa walked up to the Gryffindor table, which was also her old house table, as she too had in fact been a Gryffindor when she was at Hogwarts.

She snubbed Pansy, and said, “Lucius and I have been, and are very much a ware and informed of the situation that took place in your potions class earlier this morning.”

She added 2And it appears Draco is safe, and by the looks of it, enjoying himself." Harry turned to Narcissa and smiled shyly up at her, lifting Draco gesturing for her to hold him. She returned the smile and took her son into her arms.

Lucius made his way up to the teacher’s table, where he proceeded to talk with Dumbledore. Narcissa turned to Harry and said, “Mr. Potter, I presume you are somewhat responsible for turning my little angel into his former little self.”

Harry nodded and smiled apologetically. He replied “When I did what I did, I had no idea it would in fact remove so many years from his original age. I only expected perhaps maybe four or five years to be removed, not an unbelievable sixteen years.”

Narcissa nodded, sighing and said, “And why did you do it? Not that I'm complaining at all. It is really a joy and pleasure to see my little angel as his tiny and innocent self again.”

She added “And of course it isn't permanent. It is only six weeks. Honestly, what are six weeks compared to a life time? Besides, he deserves a break from being a teenager, practically a man. Not every one gets the chance to be this tiny again.”

Harry nodded and said, “I did it, because he had tormented me since we were eleven. I thought your son took pleasure in calling my friend a weasel, and my other friend a filthy mudblood.”

He added “He has called me potty and scar head. He had taken pleasure in getting me and my friends into trouble and hexing us at any available opportunity.”

He continued “Well, that was until this morning, when I realised he was more then likely trying to get my attention in his own, and if I do say so myself, rather peculiar way, by calling me and my friends abusive names.”

He concluded “Which I'm sure you will agree more than got my attention, considering you are now holding him in his former adorable and bouncing baby glory."

Narcissa bit her lower lip slightly, knowing that what she was being told was more then likely true. As much as it certainly pained her, Draco did indeed have a cruel streak like his father, which she honestly did not approve of.

Of course she wanted him to be able to take care and stand up for himself, but she never wanted to him to go as far as to drive Harry Potter, the savoir of the wizarding world and of all wizards, to change him into a one year old.

She was not about to get angry with Harry, as she knew that her son deserved it, and in truth, no harm had been done to him. And the fact he used the term mudblood so freely, disgusted her to no end. It was a foul and inhumanly evil name to bestow upon anyone. She had had muggle friends when she attended Hogwarts.

She admired Harry and respected him for the great brave and powerful wizard he was. She was over thrilled when Harry destroyed Voldemort, as she loathed and detested the inhuman bastard with every fibre of her being.

Voldemort had almost destroyed her family, and she was definitely no revolting death eater, as she referred to them as. She would have to have a talk with her husband.

She knew he would listen, because to her utter most amusement, it appeared Lucius was somewhat terrified of her. She wasn't sure if it had any thing to do with the fact she was a pure blooded veela, and he was her mate for life, and the fact she could eat him alive quite literally.

She was relieved her veela genes had in fact not been passed onto Draco. It could be very difficult and unpleasant for male veelas, especially considering their number was not very great, when compared to the female population of veelas.

Lucius choose that moment to return from the teachers table. He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw the heated daggers that were being sent his way by his wife and his mate.

Lucius visibly blanched and said, “What did I do?” Narcissa nearly spat flames at her husband and mate. She replied, with no small amount of irritation and disgust.

“You have done every thing with in your power to turn our son into a carbon copy of yourself and an evil son of a bitch like yourself, the kind of son of a bitch, that uses and takes pleasure in using the revolting unforgivable term, mudblood."

Narcissa bellowed “The term is muggle born. You would be safe and wise to remember that, unless you find the possibility of sleeping in the guest room until I see fit appealing. Then go right on ahead. However, if you use that term in front of me or our son ever again, then I will have your guts." Lucius nodded mutely clearly terrified to an amazing degree.

Ron Weasley looked like Christmas and his birthday had come all in one go. He had never had a stronger urge to cackle with pure delight then he did at that very moment.

Hermione looked on with admiration for Narcissa. Narcissa said, “I have made my decision. Draco is to stay here and be taken care of by Mr. Potter, after all it is meant to be his punishment for causing this, and Draco does look somewhat attached to Mr. Potter already.”

Lucius was about to argue, but his rant and protests died on his lips, when he took in the murderous expression on his wife and mate’s face.

Narcissa kissed her son on top of his head, before handing him back to Harry. Draco beamed up at Harry and wrapped his tiny little arms around Harry's neck.

Hermione and Narcissa smiled brightly at the sight in front of them. Harry and Draco really did look wonderful together, and were sure to look even better when Draco was back to be a seventeen year old.