Author: Constant Vigilance
Pairing(s): Harry Draco ( not under the curse)
Summary: Draco is turned into a child. Harry takes care of him.
Warnings: Slash, implied rape/incest, violence, shmoopy WAFF in places
Harry sat back in his chair, his gaze chilly as he took in his best friend. “No,” he returned. “But I have made friends with Vince and Greg. I’d like to introduce you, if I may?” Ron opened his mouth to retort and all that came out was a hiss of air as Hermione elbowed him under the table. The Slytherins barely managed to keep from smirking.
“We’d like that, Harry,” Hermione said softly.
Harry smiled at the girl. He knew she’d understand. “Mione, this is Greg. Greg, my dear friend Hermione.”
He didn’t know who was more shocked, Mione or himself when Greg reached a hand across the table and held it steady in front of the Gryffindor girl. “Nice to meet you, Hermione,” he said gruffly.
She gingerly took his hand and allowed him to shake it briefly. As he pulled away, she smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you as well, Greg,” she said gently.
Harry’s face was near to bursting. “And this is Vince. Vince, Hermione.”
Vince offered his own hand with a shy smile. “Hi,” was all he managed.
“Hello, Vince,” Hermione returned the smile.
Harry turned hesitantly towards Ron. The redheaded boy had his face planted in his hands. “Ron?” he asked carefully.
Ron pulled his hands away and looked at Harry with a resigned expression. “You’re not budging on this one are you?” he asked wryly. Harry shook his head. Ron sighed. “Fine. I’m Ron.” He stuck his hand out at Greg as though he were waiting to get it ripped off.
Greg took it with a smirk. “Ron,” he nodded. Ron shook and then moved the hand in front of Vince.
Vince glanced at Greg momentarily and then took the Gryffindor’s hand as well. Another brief shake and everyone was in their seats again. Harry beamed at his friends, both new and old, and then glanced down meeting Draco’s big eyes.
“And this,” Harry lifted Draco into his lap, Poppet and all, “This is Draco,” he said proudly. “Draco, love…this is Hermione and Ron.” Draco looked at them carefully, trying to see if he could tell anything by just the way they looked at him.
Ron grinned. “That’s Malfoy?” he laughed. Draco could feel something in the way Ron said his last name. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it made him cringe into Harry’s arms none-the-less. That made Harry frown.
”What’s wrong, poppet?” he whispered. Draco just shook his head and bit his lip, trying not to cry at the table like a big baby. Harry cuddled Draco into his embrace and shot a pissed off look across the table. “I don’t know what the hell you did, Ron,” he snapped. “But you’d better apologize or get the hell out.”
Ron stared in astonishment at Harry’s ultimatum. “But I…” he stumbled to a stop, reading in Harry’s eyes that if Harry refused to budge on the Vince and Greg issue, that he was cast in iron on the Draco issue. “I don’t know what I did,” he shrugged helplessly. “But I’m sorry, Draco, if I made you upset.”
Draco peered up at him from the shielding of Harry’s arms, his eyes sad and confused. “You don’t like me,” he said softly.
Harry’s gaze became murderous and Ron rushed to placate the little boy. “That’s silly, Draco,” he chuckled nervously. “I just met you.”
Draco shook his head. “No. The grown up me. They all said you hated me.”
Harry frowned. “Who said, love?”
“Vince and Greg and Uncle Sev’rus,” Draco whispered. “They said that you couldn’t stand me. That we were too different to like each other.”
Ron deflated slightly as Harry turned the death glare on the Slytherins. He was rather pleased to find that they weren’t immune to the effects of Harry’s anger either. Greg’s eyes darted away and Vince turned pale. “Did they now?” Harry bit out.
“We…we were just trying to explain to him why you might not be around as much when Granger and Weasley came back,” Greg defended them.
If Harry were angry before, he was furious at that. “You expected me to just drop you? To just drop Draco as soon as my old friends walked through the door?” he demanded incredulously. Meekly, they nodded. However, when Draco nodded as well, Harry melted. “Oh, baby,” he stroked Draco’s hair. “No. Nonononono. Never. I’d never leave you. Not for anyone.” He placed a gentle kiss on Draco’s forehead and tilted his face up to meet Harry’s eyes.
“I love you,” he assured the boy. “I promise you, poppet, I will never desert you. Sometimes I may get a bit distracted. And I can see how I might have been that way in looking forward to Ron and Hermione coming to visit. But I never, ever, stopped thinking about you, worrying about you, loving you. And I never will. You have my word.”
Draco smiled up at him, his lip still wobbly, and turned to face his rivals in Harry’s affection. “Sorry,” he murmured.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Draco,” Hermione smiled softly. “I understand. Harry’s a pretty special guy,” she glanced at the man holding the small blonde boy. “When Harry loves you, when he’s focused just on you, everything just seems right in the world, doesn’t it?” Draco was staring at Hermione in awe. He nodded. “And when he looks away, even for a second, everything gets kind of scary…and you get frightened that maybe he won’t look at you like that again, that he won’t keep loving you.”
Draco was enraptured by Hermione's quiet words. Harry just gaped in astonishment, wondering what the hell she was talking about. And just when he thought he couldn’t be further stymied, he saw Ron, Vince and Greg nodding slightly in response to her words.
She smiled gently. “But he will, Draco. He’ll look again. And he won’t stop loving you. Once Harry loves, he loves forever. And eventually, you’ll realize that when Harry looks away from you, he’s not leaving you. Someone else is just getting to take their turn to feel as good as he makes you feel. Don’t be afraid of that, Draco. Don’t be afraid to share him. Because he’ll always come back to you. And when he does, he’ll have brought others into your life. Others who will want to love you just as much as he does.”