a big "fuck you" to those who think mental age regression is disgusting, so this chapter is for those who have them, including myself
daddy dom harry and little sub/baby draco, just fluff mostly, i dunno about you but this is how i behaved like at certain times
don't like don't read, enjoy!
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Draco whined softly as he rolled on the bed, kicking his legs up and down as he threw a tantrum, pouting towards Harry, who was leaning against the bedroom door with a raised eyebrow. "Don't wanna get up!" he huffed.
"Take it or leave it, Draco. Either you get up and shower because it's afternoon now and we have to go to the Burrow in 30 minutes or you can keep on throwing your tantrum and I'll give you a time-out for 30 minutes," Harry said firmly.
"But Daddy–"
"No buts, Draco. Get going. Now."
The blond glared at the other male with disdain before throwing the sheets off of him and stalked towards the bathroom, stomping his feet while he was at it. After he cleaned himself up, he went to the closet and picked up his trousers before yanking Harry's blue hoodie on him.
"See?" Harry sighed. "What's so hard about getting up? I know you're not a morning person, Draco but for the love of Merlin, I told you–"
"Let's just go," Draco crossed his arms on his chest, looking away, sulking. "Don't wanna hear your nagging."
The younger male rubbed his face tiredly as he sighed before pulling Draco into a warm hug, rubbing his back gently until the latter melted into his embrace and reciprocated the hug. "I'm sorry about yesterday, alright? Krum is just a friend. No more than that."
"He kissed your cheek!" Draco huffed.
"You're being irrational, baby," Harry scolded. "Don't you do the same for Pansy and Blaise?"
He glared at his boyfriend, grey eyes slightly glassy. "That's different! They're my best friends! Krum's not your best friend! Ron and Mione are!" he pulled away and stomped towards the Floo, breathing heavily.
"Baby–"
Draco reached out to grab the powder, ignoring Harry's calls but before he could do that, Harry caught his hand and pulled him back. "Why are you so upset over this, boo?" he murmured as he kissed Draco's cheek lovingly. "You're jealous, aren't you? I'm sorry if you are but Krum is just a friend. He's always that affectionate. If it makes you feel like that, I'll tell him not to do that again. Alright, boo?"
Sniffling, he nodded weakly. "Okay, Daddy. I'm sowwy for throwing a tantrum. I shouldn't have been so jealous."
"You know you're my best boy, right?"
Draco nodded and clung to Harry tightly as the black-haired male took some of the Floo powder. With his strength, he carried Draco like a koala, securing his grip firmly on his arse before getting into the Floo. Draco wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face there sleepily. "The Burrow!"
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"He's sleeping?"
Harry greeted everyone as much as he could with Draco clinging onto him tightly, breathing slowly. "Yeah. He threw a tantrum a while ago. I think he was just exhausted."
"Poor thing. Today is Little Draco day then," Hermione cooed and ran a hand through the blond strands gently. "Oh, hey there. How's my little doll doing?" she tickled Draco's chin when she saw him opened his eyes blearily causing the male to giggled and hid his face in Harry's neck.
