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Chapter 19 - Teddy

Draco yawned, noticing he had fallen asleep reading Harrys journal. The sun was barely rising, but it was light enough to see outside. Panic washed through him, he needed to get the journal back before Harry noticed it was gone. He knew Harry would get mad if he had learned that Draco discovered his ominous crush on him. The same way he did last night, he quietly returned the book and went back to the kitchen. This would be kind of fun, this was a chance Draco couldn't pass up. Some good old mind tricks to pass up the last day with Harry.

Draco slumped into the kitchen chairs, sipping his cup of tea while reading the Daily Prophet. Kreacher had brought it in this morning. Draco had actually liked Kreacher, not only was he friendly but he knew a lot about his mother. Before Narcissa was a Malfoy, she was a Black. She and her two sisters, (Bellatrix and Andromeda) at very young ages, used to come to this house and visit with their cousins, who unfortunately involved one of them being Harrys godfather. Kreacher was often friendly towards those who kept the pureblood family running, so he welcomed Draco with open arms. Though it sort of creeped him out, he was glad to have a loyal house elf around while he stayed here.

Draco heard footsteps slowly coming down the stairs, and he was greeted with a messy black haired boy glaring daggers at him.

"Good morning." Draco managed to say, straightening out the paper while sipping his tea. Harry didn't reply, just mumbled something before making his own cup and sitting down at the table. Harry took out a piece of parchment, and began scribbling something that Draco couldn't quite make out. He frowned, folded up the newspaper and tossed it infront of him. Harry glanced up from his parchment, still looking annoyed.

"Look, Potter I'm really sorry about last night. I don't know what got into me, I just-"

"It's alright, just forget about it." Harry mumbled, sipping his tea while neglecting to talk about last nights mishaps.

"Alright."

The day went on fairly well. They ended up forgetting about the previous night, and acted as if everything was back to normal again. Around midday, Harry joined Draco in the living space with his coat draping over his arms.

"I have to visit Teddy today."

"Who's Teddy?" Draco questioned dully.

"My godson, Lupins son." Harry frowned, as he noticed Draco trying to hold back a laugh.

"You're kidding? Lupin had a son, and made you... his godfather?"

"Why is that such a surprise? Remus trusted me fully and-"

"Remus? First name basis, were you?"

"Yes! I mean, of course. He was Siruis's best friend, and my dads... He trusted me, as I trusted him, and.. I don't know, it's quite an honor really. But I'm bringing Teddy here for an hour or so, so.. just, you know. Be prepared for that and all."

"Why? Is the kid a werewolf too?"

Harry sent a rather rude look to Draco. "No, and he's not a kid. He's still a baby."

Before Draco could object, Harry was out the door with his broom and already apparated away. Dracos mind reamed, dreading the thought of having a baby around all day. At least he had tomorrow to look forward to.
It was barely forty minutes before Harry returned, with a baby in his arms. Draco kept his attention on his book, not wanting to be bothered until the kid was gone. He watched as Harry brought the baby into the kitchen, walking straight passed Draco without acknowledgment. This was fine though, at least he could concentrate on reading if he was being ignored.

'The body was cold, lifeless, and Dr. Honderco could feel a strange presence within the corridors the-'

Draco looked up from his book, to see the baby staring as it crawled slowly towards him. Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, you're baby is having an adventure around a very dangerous house." He called out, still watching the baby. Teddy crawled forward again, but shifted over flimsily so he was sitting on his bottom. They both stared at eachother, Teddys face lighting up as a smile and a light laugh came from him. Draco arched his eyebrows.

"I think he likes you!" Harry said, scooping Teddy up in his arms. "Would you mind watching him for a minute? I just have to make him some breakfast."

Draco glared. "You can't just keep him in there with you?"

"Malfoy, please."

Draco sighed, placing his book on the table and sitting himself on the floor against the couch. "Yeh, sure." Draco relaxed a little bit, watching Harry leave to go whip up some pumpkin paste. Being around babies had always been an uncomfortable feeling for Draco, and he never exactly knew why. It might have been because they just stared at you, as if you were some exciting new creature it's never seen before. Or maybe it was the fact that every single baby Draco has been near, was always so happy. He never remembered a happy time in his childhood, how was it fair that every other baby could be except him? It's not that he had a horrible childhood mind you, but it was constantly filled with darkness. The happy moments Draco could even remember was learning how powerful his family was. But even that had a little negativity. Now, none of that mattered. He was hated as being a Malfoy.

Soon enough, Dracos thoughts were cut short. Harry returned to the living space, with a small bowl full of freshly blended pumpkins, and a bottle of warm milk. He sat beside Draco on the floor, leaving Draco to feel slightly uneasy.

"You're not going to feed the thing in here are you?" Draco jested, bringing his arms loosely around his knees. Sitting on the hard floor was starting to feel awkward.

"Well.. I was going to." Harry replied, starting to get up. Draco let out an annoyed grunt.

"Bloody sit down will you? I was only joking. I just don't like the smell of... pumpkin."

"No, you just don't like being around Teddy. That's his name you know. He's not a thing." Harry settled himself back down against the couch.

"Whatever."

"And why not feed him here? The kitchens too much of a mess. And besides, it's not like he's infested with some sort of contagious cute charm that you'd hate to get." Harry said, taking the spoon out of Teddys mouth who dribbled a bit of the pumpkin on his chin.

"It's not like I'd need that anyway!" Draco gaped, seeming offended.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Are you saying that I'm not cute? Because believe me, Potter, I think you think so."

Draco felt Harrys eyes burning at him, even though Harry had tried to hide it.

"W-why would you think that? That's awfully creepy. Because, I really don't." Harry frowned, placing the empty bowl of food onto the table with a loud clunk. Draco just grinned, he did enjoy playing with Harrys mind. He was easily fooled, and very easy to embarrass.

"Honestly Potter, the past few weeks have been nothing BUT creepy. This whole thing between us is creepy. This.. this house is creepy. That baby is even creepy-"

"Alright, I get it. What do you mean between us? You think old rivalries can't be friends?"

"You want to be friends with me, Potter? We've already had this conversation."

Harry breathed in, becoming rather annoyed. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." His tone was slightly angry now, and Draco felt a pang of pity as Harry scooped Teddy up and brought him in the kitchen. It seemed like every conversation they had always ended up in an argument. Not that it should have bothered Draco, but for some stupid reason it did.

"Can we actually have a conversation," Draco stated, following Harry into the kitchen. "Or must we continue to act like children?"

"We still are children. We're only 18."

"Actually, I'm 19 Potter." Draco said, instantly realizing that.

"Since when?"

"Since.. Uhm, doesn't matter." The day Draco turned 19 would have been the day that he and Harry both fled from his flat, after a couple of Aurors slammed down his door. He didn't remember, nor did he even really care due to the events that happened, and still didn't care. It didn't even matter, he hadn't cared much for his 18th birthday either. Birthdays never really meant anything anyway. Not to the Malfoys.

"Alright then..."

Not much time had passed before Harry decided he wanted to take a nap. It was barely noon, but Draco didn't care. As long as Harry kept the stupid baby upstairs with him, he was happy, but not for long. Eventually boredom kicked in, and an hour of sitting and reading was lacking the days daily excitement. Draco decided to have some final fun.

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Chapter 19 - Teddy

Draco yawned, noticing he had fallen asleep reading Harrys journal. The sun was barely rising, but it was light enough to see outside. Panic washed through him, he needed to get the journal back before Harry noticed it was gone. He knew Harry would get mad if he had learned that Draco discovered his ominous crush on him. The same way he did last night, he quietly returned the book and went back to the kitchen. This would be kind of fun, this was a chance Draco couldn't pass up. Some good old mind tricks to pass up the last day with Harry.

Draco slumped into the kitchen chairs, sipping his cup of tea while reading the Daily Prophet. Kreacher had brought it in this morning. Draco had actually liked Kreacher, not only was he friendly but he knew a lot about his mother. Before Narcissa was a Malfoy, she was a Black. She and her two sisters, (Bellatrix and Andromeda) at very young ages, used to come to this house and visit with their cousins, who unfortunately involved one of them being Harrys godfather. Kreacher was often friendly towards those who kept the pureblood family running, so he welcomed Draco with open arms. Though it sort of creeped him out, he was glad to have a loyal house elf around while he stayed here.

Draco heard footsteps slowly coming down the stairs, and he was greeted with a messy black haired boy glaring daggers at him.

"Good morning." Draco managed to say, straightening out the paper while sipping his tea. Harry didn't reply, just mumbled something before making his own cup and sitting down at the table. Harry took out a piece of parchment, and began scribbling something that Draco couldn't quite make out. He frowned, folded up the newspaper and tossed it infront of him. Harry glanced up from his parchment, still looking annoyed.

"Look, Potter I'm really sorry about last night. I don't know what got into me, I just-"

"It's alright, just forget about it." Harry mumbled, sipping his tea while neglecting to talk about last nights mishaps.

"Alright."

The day went on fairly well. They ended up forgetting about the previous night, and acted as if everything was back to normal again. Around midday, Harry joined Draco in the living space with his coat draping over his arms.

"I have to visit Teddy today."

"Who's Teddy?" Draco questioned dully.

"My godson, Lupins son." Harry frowned, as he noticed Draco trying to hold back a laugh.

"You're kidding? Lupin had a son, and made you... his godfather?"

"Why is that such a surprise? Remus trusted me fully and-"

"Remus? First name basis, were you?"

"Yes! I mean, of course. He was Siruis's best friend, and my dads... He trusted me, as I trusted him, and.. I don't know, it's quite an honor really. But I'm bringing Teddy here for an hour or so, so.. just, you know. Be prepared for that and all."

"Why? Is the kid a werewolf too?"

Harry sent a rather rude look to Draco. "No, and he's not a kid. He's still a baby."

Before Draco could object, Harry was out the door with his broom and already apparated away. Dracos mind reamed, dreading the thought of having a baby around all day. At least he had tomorrow to look forward to.
It was barely forty minutes before Harry returned, with a baby in his arms. Draco kept his attention on his book, not wanting to be bothered until the kid was gone. He watched as Harry brought the baby into the kitchen, walking straight passed Draco without acknowledgment. This was fine though, at least he could concentrate on reading if he was being ignored.

'The body was cold, lifeless, and Dr. Honderco could feel a strange presence within the corridors the-'

Draco looked up from his book, to see the baby staring as it crawled slowly towards him. Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, you're baby is having an adventure around a very dangerous house." He called out, still watching the baby. Teddy crawled forward again, but shifted over flimsily so he was sitting on his bottom. They both stared at eachother, Teddys face lighting up as a smile and a light laugh came from him. Draco arched his eyebrows.

"I think he likes you!" Harry said, scooping Teddy up in his arms. "Would you mind watching him for a minute? I just have to make him some breakfast."

Draco glared. "You can't just keep him in there with you?"

"Malfoy, please."

Draco sighed, placing his book on the table and sitting himself on the floor against the couch. "Yeh, sure." Draco relaxed a little bit, watching Harry leave to go whip up some pumpkin paste. Being around babies had always been an uncomfortable feeling for Draco, and he never exactly knew why. It might have been because they just stared at you, as if you were some exciting new creature it's never seen before. Or maybe it was the fact that every single baby Draco has been near, was always so happy. He never remembered a happy time in his childhood, how was it fair that every other baby could be except him? It's not that he had a horrible childhood mind you, but it was constantly filled with darkness. The happy moments Draco could even remember was learning how powerful his family was. But even that had a little negativity. Now, none of that mattered. He was hated as being a Malfoy.

Soon enough, Dracos thoughts were cut short. Harry returned to the living space, with a small bowl full of freshly blended pumpkins, and a bottle of warm milk. He sat beside Draco on the floor, leaving Draco to feel slightly uneasy.

"You're not going to feed the thing in here are you?" Draco jested, bringing his arms loosely around his knees. Sitting on the hard floor was starting to feel awkward.

"Well.. I was going to." Harry replied, starting to get up. Draco let out an annoyed grunt.

"Bloody sit down will you? I was only joking. I just don't like the smell of... pumpkin."

"No, you just don't like being around Teddy. That's his name you know. He's not a thing." Harry settled himself back down against the couch.

"Whatever."

"And why not feed him here? The kitchens too much of a mess. And besides, it's not like he's infested with some sort of contagious cute charm that you'd hate to get." Harry said, taking the spoon out of Teddys mouth who dribbled a bit of the pumpkin on his chin.

"It's not like I'd need that anyway!" Draco gaped, seeming offended.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Are you saying that I'm not cute? Because believe me, Potter, I think you think so."

Draco felt Harrys eyes burning at him, even though Harry had tried to hide it.

"W-why would you think that? That's awfully creepy. Because, I really don't." Harry frowned, placing the empty bowl of food onto the table with a loud clunk. Draco just grinned, he did enjoy playing with Harrys mind. He was easily fooled, and very easy to embarrass.

"Honestly Potter, the past few weeks have been nothing BUT creepy. This whole thing between us is creepy. This.. this house is creepy. That baby is even creepy-"

"Alright, I get it. What do you mean between us? You think old rivalries can't be friends?"

"You want to be friends with me, Potter? We've already had this conversation."

Harry breathed in, becoming rather annoyed. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." His tone was slightly angry now, and Draco felt a pang of pity as Harry scooped Teddy up and brought him in the kitchen. It seemed like every conversation they had always ended up in an argument. Not that it should have bothered Draco, but for some stupid reason it did.

"Can we actually have a conversation," Draco stated, following Harry into the kitchen. "Or must we continue to act like children?"

"We still are children. We're only 18."

"Actually, I'm 19 Potter." Draco said, instantly realizing that.

"Since when?"

"Since.. Uhm, doesn't matter." The day Draco turned 19 would have been the day that he and Harry both fled from his flat, after a couple of Aurors slammed down his door. He didn't remember, nor did he even really care due to the events that happened, and still didn't care. It didn't even matter, he hadn't cared much for his 18th birthday either. Birthdays never really meant anything anyway. Not to the Malfoys.

"Alright then..."

Not much time had passed before Harry decided he wanted to take a nap. It was barely noon, but Draco didn't care. As long as Harry kept the stupid baby upstairs with him, he was happy, but not for long. Eventually boredom kicked in, and an hour of sitting and reading was lacking the days daily excitement. Draco decided to have some final fun.