Baby Draco

Chapter 2 : Stranded with Weasels

Draco glared at them, signalling them to back off. Obviously, the Weasley boys were too thick to realise that. Well, either that or Draco had actually lost his menacing look as a baby.

"He looked really scared, Ron!" George told his brother.

"Reckon we should leave him here?" he asked uncertainly. His brothers paused in contemplation.

'Just leave me here so Mr. Borgin can find me!' Draco moved his hands and feet to show his agreement.

"Ermm... well, he's a baby," Fred offered unhelpfully.

"Duh, Fred. I know that," said Ron.

"He looks quite attached to you," commented George. Ron raised his eyebrows questioningly. The baby did look quite excited, kicking and making some high-pitched noise.

"Hey, we'd better go now or Ginny will be suspicious!" Fred said, noting the time. The three of them stood up and were ready to leave. Draco felt a surge of relief.

However, they did not budge from their spot. He frowned. 'What's wrong, Weasel?'

"I feel terrible. I mean, it's a baby for Merlin's sake!" Ron said nervously. His twin brothers sighed. The baby's horrified expression only aggravated their already tormented conscience.

"Yes, I know what you mean. Not even we are safe in Knockturn Alley," Fred agreed.

George was the one who bent down to get the baby. The little thing seemed to resist him but George got hold of him and tucked him in his arms gingerly. Fred moved to help George with his hood and they were set to leave the Dark Arts shop. The three of them became an unusual scene in the dingy alley; three hooded men with a baby.

"What are yer doin' with the baby?" asked a gruff old man, eyeing them suspiciously. Fred coughed to cover his surprise of being approached unexpectedly.

"Yerknow, the usual thing...erm..human sacrifice," he answered with a lowered voice. The man gasped and started bowing respectfully at them as they walked pass. The three Weasley boys tried hard to repress their snickering until they reached the end of the notorious place.

Draco tried to push away George Weasley from him. He felt terribly sick being in a Muggle-lover embrace. Now that they were further from Borgin and Burkes, his only hope for survival, he became more and more restless.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked.

'Everything is wrong, you fool! You should have left me there! Stupid goody two-shoes Gryffindors!'

"Well, I suppose we need to think of what to do now that we brought him out of that scary place. We definitely can't afford a missing person ad in the Daily Prophet. It's so expensive!" Fred complained. They were too busy thinking that they missed a familiar snorting sound coming from the baby.

'Poor pathetic Weasels! Can't even afford a newspaper ad?'

"Ask Percy to contact the Accidental Magic Reversal Department to check for any latest mishap?" Ron offered. The twins shook their heads firmly.

"No, we cannot tell Percy. Mum will kill us," they answered in unison.

"Anyway, that was Knockturn Alley. Ministry can't track anything that happens there," Fred sighed.

"We can wait for his parents to do the Locating Spell," Ron suggested. George's head shot up. He suddenly put the baby in Ron's arms then left him there with Fred.

"Yeah, meanwhile...you wait here. I'll fetch Ginny."

Draco was really pissed off. No Malfoy was supposed to wait for anything more than a minute. They instantly got whatever they want or they bullied to get what they want instantly. Waiting for Lucius or Narcissa to perform the Locating Spell was as well as asking him to wait for the holiday to end. His parents were out of town and even when they were back, they would think that Draco was safe and sound in Zabini's place.

No, no. He would not live under the mercy of the Weasleys. Merlin knows how poor and pathetic they are! How was he going to survive living with them for at least a month?! Maybe he could persuade them not to take him home?

His Slytherin mind started to concoct a plan but he came to one conclusion which only served to annoy him more. He must piss the Weasley off and the only way to do that was to cry like a baby.

Draco scowled. He never cried in his whole life except during delivery, and even then, the Midwitch had to spank his cute little bottom to stimulate his first cry (and that satisfied Lucius Malfoy more than anything). Draco Malfoy was a true embodiment of the Malfoys' pride.

"The little thing is pretty quiet for a baby, don't you think?" asked Fred wonderingly.

And that was when he started crying hysterically, pushing and kicking Ron Weasley with all his might.

"Er... I think you're wrong, Fred. He's just a tad slow," said Ron which only enraged him further.

'How dare he think that I am slow?!'

Both boys blushed hard when they realized people had started staring at their direction.

'Ha! Now you know what your stupidity brings! Hey, crying is not difficult once you start... '

"Do something, Ron!"

"You tell me what I'm supposed to do for goodness sake! I was only one year old when Ginny was born," Ron protested. He tried to rock the baby and hushed him down but the little thing was insistent.

"What is that, George?" Ginny asked suspiciously. She saw Ron was holding a black bundle. As she neared, the shrill cry of a baby was heard. Eyes widened in disbelief, she walked closer to Ron.

It was a baby boy - evident from his clothing. He has soft silvery blonde hair, slicked back nicely. His chubby milky white cheeks were tinged pink after his cry.

Entranced, Ginny reached out to take him into her arms. He was suddenly quiet - shocked actually. His teary bluish grey eyes grew round.

Her face softened and she looked at him adoringly.

"Aaw, he's such an angel!" she cooed.

Draco Malfoy smiled contentedly as he was settled against the warm softness of the Weasley girl's bosoms. 'My, my...it's rather nice being a baby.'

With that as his last thought, he drifted to sleep in her embrace.

The three Weasley boys looked at each other, feeling the heavy burden was suddenly lifted from their shoulders.

One problem solved.

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"Now I wish Percy was here!" Fred said wistfully. "But of course, Mum will hex us after she hears of this."

"It's already two hours after we found him. I think we must be prepared for the possibility of having to take care of him for a day or two. Locating Spell is not easy to perform," said George.

Ginny looked at the sleeping angel. Fred had went to the attic and found their old cot which they put in Ginny's room as it was the only room with extra space.

"Do you have any idea of who he is?" she wondered.

"With such slick white blonde hair, pale skin and grey eyes, he can pass as a Malfoy," Ron joked, "and I think he's a rich pureblood kid. Just look at his clothing!"

"Don't be stupid, Ron! Malfoy cannot look that angelic as a baby! And his eyes were bluish grey, not just normal grey like Malfoy," Ginny scowled.

"Aw, come on, Gin! Almost every baby has blue eyes," Ron protested.

"I can't believe that this angel is a Malfoy," she insisted. However, she could not deny Ron's observation. First of all, the baby did not smell like a normal baby should. Strangely, when she held him before, she caught a whiff of expensive cologne. He was wearing a black tailored wizard cloak, black shirt and black trousers, not the normal baby clothing. But most of all, he was wearing a pair of grey cotton socks and black dragon-hide shoes! Everything about the baby exuded the air of power and money.

"Merlin, I think his parents are very sure about his magical ability!" Fred gasped as he pulled out a polished four-inches ebony wand from the pocket of the cloak. The baby suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the wand from Fred.

He looked happy and suddenly started swishing his wand. When he opened his mouth, a gurgling sound came out...

BOOM!!!

The Weasleys were coughing hard as the green smoke from the explosion suffocated them. Ginny and Ron were fanning their hands to get rid of the smoke.

"Merlin's beard!I don't think they ought to give wand to a baby!" Ron cried exasperatedly. Fred and George muttered a few spells to clear out the smoke and the soot from Ginny's room.

Draco almost screamed in frustration. He never expected that he could not speak! When he got hold of his wand, he felt as if he had an early Christmas gift, but now the wand was just a useless stick for him.

Ginny came over to see the baby's condition. He was terrified.

"Oh, you poor thing!" she exclaimed sympathetically, bringing him to her embrace. She patted his back comfortingly.

'Ah, the joy of being able to grab a girl's chest without getting slapped!' Draco smirked happily against the soft fullness of her feminine curves, partly wishing that he got back his normal, bigger-sized hand.

"Gin, I think the baby is groping you," Ron said with a clear dislike at the sight of the baby's hand on Ginny's assets. Ginny glowered at her brother.

"Ron, he's just a baby! Don't be such a dork," she spat.

"If you two could stop arguing, we'd better start thinking of how we're going to take care of a baby!" Fred said as he dusted his shirt.

"Ron, maybe you can ask your smart girlfriend!" George suggested with a grin. Ron instantly blushed.

"She's not my girlfriend!" he denied vehemently.

"Whatever. Just owl her, okay?" said Fred. Ron eyed the baby suspiciously for the last time before he reluctantly left Ginny's room.

Draco quietly listened to the interesting conversation between the Weasleys. Apparently, Potter's best friend had a crush on the know-it-all Mudblood.

'The whole situation doesn't seem that bad after all. I can garner some useful information and blackmail Weasel later on.'

Ginny thought of Ron's comment and suddenly felt uncomfortable. After Ron left, she removed his small hand from her and put him back in the cot.

'Hey, I was enjoying that!'

=============== TBC ===============