Little Mischievous baby dragon

Little Mischievous Baby Dragon


After Narcissa and Lucius had left and returned to the manor, Harry and Draco headed back to Harry’s set of rooms. When they entered, they discovered the cot by Harry's bed, which had been sent by house elves, along with the other listed items they needed.

The cot was made of emerald silk and white lace, and had a mobile hanging above it, Draco was sure to love the emerald and silver dragons, moons, and stars, that made up the mobile.

Harry walked over to the cot to get a better look. That was when Draco set his eyes upon the stuffed cuddly green dragon. Draco pointed and said, “Look Hawy."

Harry grinned when he saw the cuddly toy. He reached into the cot, picked up the toy, and gave it to Draco. At that moment, both Harry and Draco choose to let out mouth splitting yawns.

Harry said, “Are you tired?" Draco scrubbed his little fist across his eyes and nodded yes, as he let out another mouth splitting yawn. Harry said, “Me too."

Harry lowered Draco into his cot, but quickly noticed Draco's grip around his neck had not loosened. If any thing, it had gotten tighter. Harry looked into a pair of the most beautiful silver, grey eyes with slight blue tints that he had ever seen.

The fact that those eyes were heart breaking pleading with him to not leave him alone, did not tarnish those beautiful eyes what so ever.

Harry said, “What's the matter?" Draco gestured for Harry to lift him up again, to which Harry complied. Draco pointed to Harry's four poster bed. It took Harry a few moments, but it finally clicked what Draco wanted, and it made him blush bright crimson.

Even if Draco was only one, and could do none of the activities Harry was thinking about, that had made him turn crimson faced. It was just the thought of sleeping and sharing a bed with Draco Malfoy, who up until this morning was his enemy and seventeen years old.

Plus Harry had only just realised his feelings for the blonde Slytherin had not been completely related to hate or loathing for some time now, probably since the end of sixth year.

Harry gave in and let Draco share the bed with him. Draco was a one year old. What was the worse thing that could happen? It wasn’t like he was capable of doing the naughty not at all innocent things that the adult Draco could do to Harry.

Harry kissed the top of Draco's head and said, “Ok, you win. Come on.” Draco beamed up at Harry like there was no tomorrow. It was another way to make Harry go weak at the knees.

What Harry found amusing, and rather disturbing at the same time, was that Draco was clearly capable of making him go weak at the knees even as a one year old.

If the one year old could do that to him, he was terrified to discover what the adult version of the little dragon in his arms could do. And more then likely would do when he got his hands on Harry, after the age reducing potions was completely out of his system.

What Harry didn't know, was that the potion had an effect that only Snape and Dumbledore knew about. And that was the shocking fact, that Draco still had the memory and brain functions of his seventeen year old self.

Only he couldn't pronounce the words in the fashion of a seventeen year old. Because there were some minor brain functions of a one year old, along with his other older ones, like his speech, that was affected.

Harry turned back the covers, putting Draco up against his chest, pulling the blankets over them, once he had kicked off his shoes and taken off his robes, his jumper, and his tie.

What Harry didn't realize was that at that moment, Draco was thinking 'Fuck yes, I've won, finally I get to share a bed with Harry’

Draco sighed happily ‘He smells so fucking good. Blasted mother fucking baby body, me and Harry are going to have words over the reason why I'm like this once that dratted potion is out of my system’

He scowled ‘And yes I'm aware my Harry was not responsible for this, the weasel is of course. It was probably Harry's idea, but like I said, we’re gonna have words’

He added, still thinking to himself ‘I love this stuffed dragon, not that I'm in a hurry or in liberty to reveal this to anyone ever of course. so what if I'm classed as a man, I still have a soft spot for cuddly Dragon toys, and it seems the one year old part of my personality, that I'm being tortured into having reinstated for the next six weeks, does as well’

Harry slightly tightened his grip around Draco's tiny waist, and moved some of the blonde hair that had fallen into his eyes. Draco sighed contentedly and thought 'I love him so much. He's mine as soon as I'm my former self. I will finally be able to give up something no one knows I still have, which is my virginity’

Draco snorted 'Yeah big shock. Hey Draco Malfoy Slytherin sex god and prince is a fucking virgin? Sure I've kissed plenty of boys and girls, but never gone below the waist’

He mentally grinned 'Harry James Potter is so going to change that, and I've got a feeling he is in the same boat as me. So that means were going to lose our virginity to each other’ Draco smiled and sighed again and finally let sleep over take him.