Marauders age regression one shots

Straw-baby (Drarry)

Draco's P.O.V.

I sat on the soft rug of the living room, surrounded by my favorite things. My new strawberry-themed socks peeked out from beneath my red shorts, and the oversized cardigan Harry had helped me into was extra cozy. The room smelled like strawberries too, from the lotion he'd used earlier when dressing me. I felt... safe. It was a good feeling.

Harry walked in from the kitchen, a smile on his face as he saw me playing with my strawberry plushie, which I had named Berry. He had a knack for knowing exactly what I needed without me having to ask. Today was one of those days where everything felt just a little bit sweeter, almost as if the world itself had turned into one big strawberry patch. I wiggled my toes inside my socks, enjoying the playful strawberries printed all over them.

"Having fun, love?" Harry's voice was warm, like sunshine. He crouched down beside me, brushing a bit of my fringe out of my eyes.

I nodded, clutching Berry tightly to my chest. "Mhm, Harry. I like today. Feels soft," I mumbled, playing with the frayed edges of the cardigan.

Harry chuckled, sitting cross-legged in front of me. "Soft days are the best, aren't they? And you look like you're having the coziest one yet." He tapped the brim of my strawberry hat, causing me to giggle.

I reached up and adjusted the hat, tugging it down so it fit snug over my head. "Can we eat strawberries later?" I asked, my voice coming out in a soft whine. The craving for my favorite fruit had been building all morning, but I didn't want to bother him too soon.

Harry's grin widened. "I've already got some washed and ready in the kitchen. We can have them after lunch, okay?"

I smiled at that, my heart doing a happy little flutter. Harry always made sure I had everything I loved. Today, that meant strawberries—lots of them. "Can I help make lunch?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You? Help? Alright, but you've got to promise me you won't try sneaking strawberries into the pasta again."

I giggled, remembering how last time I had thought strawberries would taste amazing with everything. Apparently, pasta wasn't one of those things. "Promise," I said, crossing my heart.

He stood up and held out his hand for me to take. I wobbled a bit as I got up but managed to stay steady with his help. The soft soles of my shoes padded against the floor as I followed him into the kitchen.

Harry pulled out some ingredients for lunch, and I stood on a little stool next to him, watching intently. I helped as much as I could, handing him the pasta box and trying not to get distracted by the small strawberry-shaped hair ties I had found earlier. As he worked, I fiddled with my strawberry pacifier clipped to my cardigan, popping it into my mouth every now and then, feeling comforted by the familiar sensation.

When lunch was ready, Harry scooped up a small portion just for me, making sure there was nothing too spicy or weird (he knew I was picky). I sat at the table with my sippy cup full of juice, feeling very grown-up but still small in the best way possible.

After lunch, Harry kept his promise. He brought out a basket of the juiciest strawberries I'd ever seen. I nearly bounced in my seat with excitement. He handed me one, and I took a big bite, the sweet juice running down my chin. I giggled as Harry wiped my face clean, shaking his head at the mess I'd made.

"Slow down, Draco. There's plenty more," he teased, though I knew he didn't really mind.

I nibbled on the rest of my strawberries as Harry sat beside me, watching me with that same soft look he always gave when I was in this space. I loved when he looked at me like that—like I was precious, like I was safe.

By the time the strawberries were gone, I felt sleepy and full. Harry must have noticed because he picked me up gently and carried me over to the couch. He pulled a blanket over us both, letting me snuggle close to him. My eyes fluttered shut as he whispered, "Rest now, Draco. We'll have more fun later."

And with that, I drifted off to sleep, my world full of strawberries and Harry's warmth.