Harry Potter littlespace/agere one shots

Overindulged?-draco/harry

Same as in sick fixc book

Dracos POV
Ugh, it's the feast tonight. I hope Pansy doesn't make me eat too much. As the day went on with all of the decorations I was having a hard time not slipping, especially
as I was hungry from skipping meals. Before leaving for the great hall I made sure to look perfect, or as much as possible. I'm waring a dress shirt, black buttoned trousers, a sweater and my robes. Soon I would find out that was a bad choice on any accounts. I was sitting down but I ended up being seated at the end of the table, fairly isolated. I can finally let myself slip a little! Maybe just to middle space. Shocker, I didn't just slip into middle space... more like toddler space after 30mins of fighting it.
I was so exited I tried at least one of everything, the food, the drinks and the puddings. Getting a little messy with my age. Soon I noticed pain running through my stomach and as I look down I see the, what was an, alarmingly large bulge threatening to pop through my tight shirt! I began to cry, not understand what was happening.
Harry seemed to have had his eyes on me because as soon as I started crying he was over to my seat in a flash. "Draco, hey. Hey, look at me. What's wrong sweetie?" He cooed. I point towards my belly. Seeming to understand something I didn't he smiled sadly, "did someone enjoy there super?" I nod tentatively.
"Does it hurt little one?" I agin nod. "Ok, do you think you can walk? I'm happy to carry you? And we can go back to my room, it's only me there?"
"O-ok"
I try and stand but it hurts and I whimper out to Harry. "It's alright. I can help you and when we get out of the hall, Carrie you."
So that's what we did
Soon we reached dada's room and he gently places me on his bed. But gets up to leave. "No go!" I cry out in sadness and confusion. "I'm only grabbing something little

one, I'll be back in a second. Like I never left." Sure enough he was back vey quickly. "Baby boy, is it ok if I undress you. Get you into something more comfortable?" I nod. Dada un does my robes, easily opens my straining shirt buttons and then briefly struggles with my trouser button before taking some of the pressure off of my tummy. "Does that feel better bubba?"
"Yesh, fank you." Next he pulled the waist band of my underwear underneath me tummy and raps me in a soft blankie. "Feel bit better dada. Fank uuu"
"Your welcome angle. Is there anything you think I could do to make you feel even better?" I shake my head this time, thinking.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable baby but would it be ok for my to massage your belly? It'll help if I do it write, promis?" "O-okay" I m tentative but I trust dada. He turns me so my back is leaning on his chest and begins to slowly rub my aching tummy clockwise (I think that's the right way). Coming on a certain point he needs my abdomen and I whine. "H-hurst dada"
"I know baby boy but it'll feel better in a second" he was right.
"Urp." I let out a few burps if trapped gas's, sure enough feeling better. "Better?" Dada asks "bit" I smile sheepishly.
All of this babying began to send me into a smaller mindset, dada seemed to notice. "How old is my baby feeling?" He asks kindly. I try and hold up glad a finger but it didn't really work... "urm, ok. 1?" Shake my head "3/4?" Shake my head "1/2?" I nod. "We really do have out little baby today! I love you, precious" I all I can think to do is giggle and wiggle my arms. Dada picks me up and places me on his knee/over his back and starts to bounce his leg lightly. "Relax baby, I've got you." He shushed. I am aware of my tummy pushed against him and the movement threatening to make me sick so the only cause of action was to cry. I feel myself being pulled back, head held by dada. "What's wrong baby, your tummy?" I still just cry. He tries something els. I'm still on his gently bouncing knee but this time he has his hand on my belly. I feel air rise in my throat and come out of my mouth. "Good boy, that's it~" he coos.

This made me feel better and he, I think, summons some pyjamas but I'm too busy focused on playing with my fingers to notice him changing me. I once agin feel the gravity change and a warm presence. I feel strong arms hold me safe and my last thought is 'dada...' before I slip into sleep for the night.