Snape's baby boy

chapter 3

Snape pov

On the way to my personal chambers I am stopped in my tracks by none other than the malfoy heir standing directly in front the entrance to my rooms. I was mid turn-around when a "Uncle Sev!" made me freeze. Quickly my right arm comes up to conceal the young potter boy with a swift flick of my wand. Positioning my left arm to look somewhat natural, I spin back to face my godson. "Ah, Draco. It is always a pleasure talking to you, truly, but I regret to inform you that I am very busy this evening. Perhaps we can chat tomorrow before curfew?" The blonde tenses up and shrinks back a bit at that. He is shaken but manages a weak "it's father...", before I sigh and drag him through the entrance of my rooms.

"Sit on the couch a minute dragon, I'll be with you momentarily," and with that I take Harry to my bed room and preform a few cleansing spells on the boy, as well as rubbing some bruise potions into his skin, trying to be gentle. I put his small frail body in my bed and tuck him in before rushing back to Draco. When I arrive the blonde is on my couch in a pile of fuzzy blankets (he stays the night often enough to know that I keep them in the hallway closet). He looked up at me with such sad watery eyes, and in no time there was a big pile of fluffy blankets and blonde hair pressed against my chest sobbing. Once the sobbing became nearly silent started placing soft kisses on his forhead and rubbed circles on his back. "Whenever your ready dragon," and he began to tell me of the last hours events. "So basically, Father has arranged for me to court this girl whom I've never even met, and now Pansy's mad at me for it. And when I said no to Father and mother slapped me and they got into a big argument, where father nearly killed her!" He continued to babble about how unfair everything was and how he wished they would just leave him in peace. After an hour of this he became tired and I was used to this routine on the weekends so I took him to his room next to mine, and put him to bed, kissing his forhead goodnight. "Sweet dreams my dragon."

Draco's pov:

I woke up startled from a nightmare, I don't remember what it was about, but I do know that it involved my father dying. Like routine, I slip out of bed and into my uncle Sev's room to cuddle as we do after every nightmare. When my eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, after having been in bright hallway I noticed he's already cuddleing with someone. As I stepped closer I can see a sickly boy, probably around 9 years old. Suddenly a pair of bright green eyes meet mine and I can't believe who I'm looking at. The same eyes, same scar, same annoyed glare, same potter. But this one looked like he was one meal away from death and one cough away from collapsing. I realized that the bright light from the hallway must have woken him up and quickly shut the door behind me, before jumping on my uncles legs to wake him up. Needless to say he woke up very quickly. "Dracoooooo what do you want. It's late. Did you have another nightmare?" The groggy potions master growls out. I was in shock! How could he forget that he's cuddleing with Harry Potter? Who could forget that? I just pick my jaw up from the floor and climb in between them.

His brain suddenly connects the dots when he saw my arms wrapping around Harry, and pressing my back to his chest. But he didn't seem to mind as he recovered from his shock quickly and snuggled with us until the next morning.