Marauders age regression one shots

Bedtime Bug

It was well past bedtime, but Harry was wide awake. He sat on the floor of their living room, tiny legs crossed beneath him, frantically clicking buttons on the controller in his little hands. The bright glow of the TV lit up his face as he concentrated hard, tongue peeking out between his lips.

Draco leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a fond, exasperated smile. Harry had been regressed since late afternoon—quiet, clingy, and fussy. And now, hours past bedtime, he'd latched onto his new favorite game and refused to sleep.

"Harry," Draco said softly as he stepped into the room, "it's time to go to bed, love."

Harry didn't look away from the screen. "Almost done!" he chirped, fingers clicking away. His green eyes were bright and wide, too full of energy for this hour.

"You said that twenty minutes ago, bug." Draco came closer, crouching beside Harry and gently prying the controller from his hands. Harry gave a whine of protest, trying to grab it back, but Draco held it out of reach.

"No fair, D'waco!" Harry pouted, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff.

"Hmm." Draco sat on the couch, patting the cushion beside him. "You know what's *really* not fair? Someone being up way past their bedtime when they've got the coolest sippy cup in the world waiting for them in bed." He grinned, knowing exactly how to entice Harry.

Harry tilted his head, intrigued. "Sippy?"

"Yep. The dragon one," Draco said. "The one you love."Harry hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to stay up and his love for the special sippy cup Draco had given him. "Can it have chocolate milk?" he asked hopefully, climbing up onto the couch next to Draco.

"If we brush your teeth afterward," Draco bargained with a small smile, ruffling Harry's messy hair.

Harry squirmed happily. "Deal!"

Once Draco had fixed the chocolate milk in Harry's beloved dragon sippy, they snuggled together in bed. Harry was in his softest pajamas, tucked under the blankets, with the sippy cup clutched tightly in his small hands.

Draco leaned back against the pillows, watching Harry drink slowly, his eyelids drooping with each sip. It didn't take long before the little boy was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Not sleepy," Harry mumbled stubbornly, even as his head bobbed slightly from drowsiness.

Draco smiled, brushing his thumb across Harry's cheek. "That's okay, love. Just close your eyes and rest. I'll be right here."

Harry gave a soft hum, already halfway asleep, his little body relaxing against Draco's side. A few minutes later, the sippy cup slipped from Harry's grasp as he finally drifted off, snoring quietly into Draco's shoulder.

Draco carefully set the cup aside and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Sweet dreams, bug," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him.

And just like that, Draco held his entire world close, grateful for every moment—especially the sleepless ones.