Draco's Kids

Draco snickered evilly. In a few minutes, he would make Potter, Weasley, Granger, and Pansy younger so he could boss them around. His own slaves. The idea made him smirk.

_~*~_

Draco hurriedly dropped a few drops of the Younger Potion into each of the goblets that belonged to his victims. Then he sat down and watched as they drank their pumpkin juice.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, Pansy," shouted Draco suddenly. The four looked at him, Pansy gave him the "Oh, are you going to ask me out?" look while Potty and his friends gave him the "We don't like you so we don't care what you have to say but, what?" look. "Uh--I need to see you guys in the Potions Dungeon. You each dropped a possession there, so come on." He waited until they got up and followed.

Prepare to turn 10, he thought. At least, you should be. I only added 3 drops, which should be enough.

Suddenly, he heard four identical pops and then crying. Draco slowly turned around and faced four--TODDLERS?!

"Crap," he said. The toddlers looked mildly the same as their sixteen-year-old selves. Potter didn't have glasses, Weasley didn't have that many freckles, Granger's hair wasn't bushy (it was up to her waist, and straight), and Pansy's face wasn't that, er, hag-ish. They all had the same big eyes and small, cute toddler-like smiles.

"Dada!" exclaimed Granger, holding his leg. Draco didn't try to fight her off. He didn't want more crying.

"Hi, er, Hermione," he said, and shuddered slightly at her full name.

Pansy glared and pushed Hermione.

"He likes me mores!" she said. Hermione's eyes started filling up with tears.

"No, no, I like you all the same," said Draco hurriedly. All four toddlers beamed.

Dumbledore, thought Draco.

_~*~_

"I see, Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore after Draco finished his story. Draco sighed with relief.

"So, you'll change them back?" he asked happily.

"Merlin, no," replied Dumbledore. "You got yourself into this mess. I hereby sentence you to take care of these four toddlers until they get reaccepted into Hogwarts! Mwahaha!!"

Draco stared. "B-but, that's 8 years!" he said. Dumbledore nodded.

"I know, Mr. Malfoy, but now you are their 'father,'" he said. "You'll raise them--and not evil. Here, let me say a spell that'll help you. Nurseria! That spell made a nursery connected in your room. They each have a closet, toys, diapers, cleaning products. You'll take them to your classes. I want you to treat them well. And, as you are now a father, I can clean up the Shrieking Shack as your home. Okay?"

Draco nodded dejectedly and stared down at the toddlers. They were all wearing diapers and a t-shirt. Pink for Pansy, red for Pot--no, Harry, blue for Ron, and purple for Hermione. They were all wearing little white ankle-socks, too.

"Thank you, for admitting your actions," said Dumbledore. "Five points from Slytherin for what you did, but 20 to Slytherin for admitting you did. Good day, I believe that it's time for bed."

Draco took the toddlers and walked out of Dumbledore's office.

"Dada, me tireds," yawned Harry, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, it is bed-time," said Draco. He grimaced.

8 years, he thought. And Dumbledore might make me permanently raise them. Teenage years, oh no!

_~*~_

He had changed the kids into their pajamas and put them in their cribs.

"Will Dada sing 'Wock-a-Bye-Baby'?" asked Hermione, staring at Draco with big, pleading eyes.

Draco sighed. You got yourself into this, he scolded.

"Rock-a-Bye-Baby, on the treetop, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the vow breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all," he sang. He was amazed to see that all of the kids had fallen asleep. He sighed, not an I-regret-this sigh, an I-am-happy-I'm-their-father sigh.

Draco changed into his pajamas and crawled into his bed.

With one last glance at the sleeping children, he turned over and closed his eyes.

_~*~_

Draco woke up to his non-electric alarm. He hurriedly shut it off.

"Dada!" gurgled Ron. Draco whipped his head around to see all of his toddlers in their cribs, smiling happily.

"Hello, kids," said Draco (A/N, this may sound weird, but I'm choking with happiness that I thought of this story.) "Dada's gonna take a shower, get dressed, and then I'll get you ready, okay?"

Harry, Hermione, Pansy, and Ron happily nodded.

Draco gave them toys to amuse themselves with and stepped into the warm shower.

Kids aren't bad, he thought. No, they're actually perfect.

When he got out, he changed into his school uniform and bathed the kids.

"Wawa good!" exclaimed Pansy. She splashed Ron and Harry, who giggled and splashed her back. Only Hermione seemed serious of getting clean.

Draco looked at his clock. 7:25. He had plenty of time to get them dressed, eat breakfast, then go to the dungeons for Potions.

Harry and Ron soon were hurriedly getting dry, trying to get to breakfast fast.

"Boys and food," said Pansy to Hermione. They giggled.

Draco slicked back his, Harry's, and Ron's hair. Harry's hair took some work, but he got it. He dressed Harry in a white T-shirt with--Elmo on it, denim overalls, white socks, and sneakers. Then Ron was dressed in a blue shirt with Big Bird on it, jeans, white socks, and white sneakers.

Draco was getting frantic. Harry and Ron had struggled. Hopefully, the girls wouldn't.

"Pansy, come here, dear!" he called. Pansy ran over and hugged him. He hurriedly dressed her in a pink dress, white tights, and pink Mary-Jane shoes.

"Down hair, or up?" he asked her. She giggled as she looked at her shoulder-length, black curls..

"Down, pease," she said.

Kids are so cute, he thought. Wait, did I just think that? Oh, well, it's the truth.

"Hermione, your turn, sweetie!" Draco called. Hermione immediately came over.

She must have been brought up properly, thought Draco. He dressed her in a pale blue dress, white tights, and blue Mary-Jane shoes.

"Down or up?" he asked again.

"Up, pease, Dada," replied Hermione.

Draco brushed her hair and put it into an up pony-tail.

"Come on, then, breakfast!" Ron said. Draco and the kids walked to the Great Hall.

_~*~_

"Malfoy?" called Snape in Potions (he was taking attendance.)

"Here, sir!" replied Draco. "And thank you, sir, for allowing me..."

Snape nodded. "Dumbledore informed the whole school," he said. "Miss Parkinson, please stop playing with the slugs."

"Pansy," said Draco. "No more slugs."

Pansy pouted but put the slugs away. Harry and Ron were playing with some toys Draco brought. Hermione was trying to read a book.

"Dada, what's this word?" she asked. "Looks like Po-son."

"It's actually Potion," corrected Draco. "Here, why don't you play quietly with the others while I'm in class and later, I'll read you that book."

Hermione grinned and joined the others in a game of cars.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil rushed over to Draco and the kids and giggled.

"Awww, they are so cute!" gushed Lavender. "What are their names?"

Draco smirked. "Brown, you must be dumb," he said. "Can't you tell that these toddlers are Potter, Weasley, Granger, and Pansy?"

Parvati stared at him.

"What--did--you--do?" she hissed. So Draco explained the whole story.

"So, I'm gonna be living in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade during the breaks," he added.

Parvati's and Lavender's eyes went wide.

"T-the Shrieking Shack?" repeated Lavender. "But it's haunted."

Draco shook his head. "Used to be, when the howls were a werewolf's," he corrected. "But the werewolf grew up, and isn't in Hogwarts anymore."

The girls rushed to sit down when Snape glared at them.

"Now, today, we'll be learning about the Polyjuice Potion," said Snape.

Draco looked at the kids and smiled.

_~*~_

"No, no, Mione," said Ron. "You don't blow when you whistle, you breathe lightaly." (A/N I know I spelled lightly wrong, but that's how he pronounces it.)

"I didn't even want to learn how to whistle!" yelled Hermione. "I wanna go eat lunch, and then go with Dada to his classes!"

Draco groaned. If it wasn't Hermione and Ron fighting over their abilities, it was Harry and Pansy fighting over toys. This wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

"Enough," he said. "It's nap time."

He placed them in their cribs.

Some silence while I take the afternoon recess, thought Draco. Finally.

_~*~_