Little Mischievous baby dragon

Little Mischievous Baby Dragon


Wrapped up in each others arms, fast asleep, was how Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville found Harry and baby Draco Malfoy. Ron had to bite down a hefty dose of disgust and loathing towards the situation, which he and his room mates had just walked in on.


Harry chose that moment to wake. The first sight to grace Harry's still painfully sleep ridden eyes was the shocked expressions of his best friend, and his ex-room mates faces. And the look that was plastered across his best friends face was nothing short of comical.

Harry moved slightly out of Draco's death like vice grip carefully, hoping to not wake him. But the slightest movement on Harry's part was more then enough to awaken Draco.

Draco's eyes started to flicker open, as he raised his tiny arms and stretched and yawn widely. This was more then enough to have Seamus, Dean, and Neville cooing against their wills.

They just could not seem to get their heads around the fact, that the far too beautiful for words blonde white haired angelic baby, was in fact Malfoy.

Seamus thought 'Fuck no; this baby cannot really be Malfoy. He is just far too irresistibly tooth decaying sweet, and angelic, and undeniably adorable.’

Harry chuckled, when he saw his three room mates cooing at the most simple of movements made upon Draco's part. Ron looked like he had swallowed something disgusting and highly sour.

Draco thought to himself 'Ah fuck, we've got company in the form of Longbottom, Finnegan and Thomas. And oh for fuck sake, and unlucky mercies, the weasel as well’

Seamus, Dean, and Neville continued to coo, while Ron was positively on the verge of heaving. Draco's eyes suddenly went wide with mirth. 'What the fuck? No fucking way in all that is unholy I sure as hell can't be witnessing being fucking cooed at by a bunch of fucking Gryffindor’s’

He added ‘Ladies and gentleman I'm Draco Lucius Malfoy, and would like to declare hell has frozen over good and proper.’ Draco laughed to himself 'What's the matter weasel, you look like you've shit twice and died?’

Ron took in the sight of the cot, the toys, and all the other items that told any visitors, that Harry had, that he had a baby in his care. He grumbled “So it looks like we are stuck with the ferret for the next six weeks. Wonderful just fucking wonderful” he added snidely.

Harry bit his tongue, before he said something he would later on regret. But no such luck. He was even more angered, when he felt the anger and magic that was close, but not quite close enough too being as powerful as him, but almost very close indeed.

He could feel it radiating of Draco in dangerously violent volumes. Volumes that his own magic some time raised to, when he would cause anything made of glass to explode with in a hundred foot radius. He wondered if Draco's powers did the same sort of things his did.

What he didn't know, was that Draco's powers did indeed do the exact same things. Draco was the third most powerful wizard in Hogwarts History. The first of course being Harry himself without a doubt, and the second being Dumbledore, Draco was more than likely as powerful as Dumbledore and Harry.

Draco Raged in his mind, as he was unable to process the words without them sounding like baby gibberish. 'HOW FUCKING DARE HE SAY THAT. IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FOR HIM SLIPPING ME THAT POTION IN MY FLASK, THEN I WOULD NOT BE LIKE THIS, THAT FUCKING WANKING BASTARD, MOTHER FUCKER OF A WEASEL.’

Harry exploded “Excuse me, but last time I checked, fine YES! It had been my idea, but I wasn't the one to put the potion in his flask now was I? And don't you dare blame this on Draco. He had not asked for either you or me to do this to him.”

He silently fumed before continuing. “Fine, he has more then willingly provoked us in the past, and deserved to be in the situation he is in now, but he sure as hell did not deserve it today.”

He continued “He didn't even provoke us. So what he was drinking out of a flask, when he shouldn’t have been, and Snape did jack shit to stop him, but he still did not deserve this."

He finished “And for your information, Ron, we are not stuck with Draco for the next six weeks." Ron said “We’re not? You mean one of his bastard lot is gonna take over?”

Harry lost it and bellowed "NO! None of the other Slytherin’s will be taking care of him. I will. And no Ron, I don't feel like I'm stuck with him. As much as you may not choose to believe this, I'm actually looking forward to taking care of him.”

He sighed wearily and went on “I will finally get to be closer to him, as close to him as I have wanted to be for almost two years now. I'm hoping that he feels the same once he is back to his former self. And no Ron, I'm not under the imperious curse, as last time I bothered to check I could throw of that particular curse without any trouble."

Harry sighed wearily once again and continued “Look Ron, your my best friend, and like a brother to me, and I love you and Hermione dearly. She’s like the sister I never had.”

He pleaded “Please do not let this come between us. I love Draco and I have for a while now, probably since he joined the order back in fifth year, and helped us defeat Voldemort."

Ron flinched at the name. It was still a seriously sore point with him. He hated him more then he did Malfoy. Considering Voldemort had nearly blinded him in the war. He was lucky to be able to see as well as he had before the war had started.

Ron nodded and said, “I can't say I like or agree, but if it is what you want, and he is able to make you happy, then I will try and get along with him for you sake."

Harry smiled and said, "Thanks Ron, you have no idea how much that really means to me. Thank you." Ron nodded going bright red in the process.

Draco was positively beaming. His heart was over flowing with joy, over the fact Harry had just admitted to feeling the same way as he did about Harry. And the fact Harry had defended him and was looking forward to spending time with him. He was so happy, he thought he might explode.

And of course the Weasel, or perhaps Weasley would be better, if he was trying to be civil with Weasley and Granger, but for Harry's sake, and Harry's sake alone. He was not going to try and be best friends with them. It would be quite a long time before he would be able to stretch that far.