Marauders age regression one shots

Pouty Day

Harry Potter woke up feeling a storm brewing inside him, and he was determined to let everyone know it. Today was one of those days—a pouty day. Everything seemed to rub him the wrong way, from the way the sunlight filtered through the curtains to the sound of his favorite blanket crumpling beneath him.

He rolled over in bed, burying his face in his pillow, hoping that maybe if he hid away long enough, the world would go away too. But of course, it didn't. He heard the soft knock on his door before it swung open, revealing Draco Malfoy, his caregiver, who was always quick to notice when Harry was feeling out of sorts.

"Hey, Harry," Draco said, stepping inside. His voice was gentle, but Harry could hear the hint of worry underneath. "Can I come in?"

Harry mumbled something unintelligible into his pillow, which Draco took as a yes. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, peering down at Harry's messy hair and the way his little shoulders were drawn up tightly.

"Are you feeling okay?" Draco asked, brushing a few strands of hair from Harry's forehead.

"I don't wanna talk," Harry grumbled, still face-down in his pillow.

Draco sighed softly, his heart aching for his little one. He knew these days could be tough for Harry, especially when everything felt too big and overwhelming. "Alright, we don't have to talk," he replied calmly. "But I think you might feel better if you sit up and have a cuddle."

Harry didn't move. He was feeling particularly stubborn today, and the thought of cuddling didn't seem appealing at all. Instead, he felt the urge to stay wrapped in his own little world of grumpiness.

Draco, however, wasn't one to give up easily. He lay down next to Harry, propping himself up on one elbow and looking at him with those intense gray eyes. "You know, you can tell me anything, right? If something's bothering you, I'm here to listen. Or, if you just want to sulk, I can be a sulking partner."

That caught Harry's attention, just a little. He peeked out from his pillow, his bright green eyes glimmering with a hint of curiosity. "You'll sulk with me?"

"Absolutely," Draco said with a small smile. "I'm very good at sulking. Just ask my parents."

Harry giggled softly, his pout faltering just a bit. "You're silly."

"Maybe a little," Draco conceded, sitting up properly and crossing his arms with a dramatic sigh. "But it's a serious matter, sulking. You must commit fully if you want to be taken seriously."

Finally, Harry rolled over, facing Draco with a small pout still on his lips. "But I don't want to be serious. I just want everything to stop."

Draco nodded, understanding. "I get it. Some days feel like that. Want to have a little fun instead? We can pretend to be dramatic and sulky royalty—Prince Harry and Sir Draco, the best sulking partners in all the land."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at that. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he sat up a little straighter, still wrapped in his blanket. "What does royalty do when they sulk?"

"Well," Draco began dramatically, "first, we must find our thrones." He gestured to the plush chairs in the corner of the room, pretending to be regal as he walked over and plopped himself down. "You, my prince, shall sit upon your throne and look down upon your loyal subjects."

Harry giggled, the heavy weight of his pout lifting just a bit. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and made his way over to the chair next to Draco, where he plopped down, still wrapped in his blanket.

"Very well, Sir Draco," Harry said, adopting a mock-serious tone. "As my loyal knight, what do you suggest we do while we sulk in our royal chairs?"

Draco put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should demand snacks from the kitchen. Royalty must be well-fed, even while sulking!"

With that, Harry burst into laughter, and the last remnants of his pout faded. "Okay, but I want chocolate!"

"Chocolate it is!" Draco declared, leaping up from his chair. "I'll fetch the royal treats, my prince! But you must remain here, looking regal, while I'm gone. No fidgeting!"

As Draco dashed off to the kitchen, Harry settled back in the chair, a smile creeping across his face. He felt lighter already. Draco always had a way of bringing him back from those pouty days, even when he thought he didn't want to be pulled back.

When Draco returned with a plate piled high with chocolate frogs and biscuits, Harry's eyes lit up. "You did it! You're the best royal knight ever!"

"Just doing my duty, my prince," Draco said, placing the plate in front of Harry and sitting beside him. "Now, let's indulge in our royal snacks and continue our sulking—together."

Harry took a chocolate frog, feeling grateful for Draco's patience and the warmth of their playful banter. He realized that even on his poutiest days, he could count on his knight to make everything better.

And in that moment, surrounded by chocolate and laughter, Harry knew that sulking didn't have to be so bad after all.