Marauders age regression one shots

Mushroom lady

Harry sat on Draco's lap, comfortably nestled in his arms, as Professor Umbridge—"Miss Pink Lady," as Harry liked to call her—drone on in her high-pitched, sugary-sweet voice at the front of the classroom. Normally, Harry would sit quietly with Draco, his "Daddy," during class. Most of the professors didn't mind and let them be, understanding the comfort it brought Harry after everything he'd been through. But Umbridge... well, she seemed to have made it her mission to make every moment with Draco uncomfortable.

Today, Umbridge noticed Harry leaning into Draco, who had his arms wrapped around him in a protective hug. Her eyes narrowed, her smile tightening as she looked in their direction. Harry felt her gaze but ignored it, snuggling closer to Draco, who gently rubbed his back.

"Mr. Potter," Umbridge finally said, her voice laced with thinly veiled disapproval, "I understand that you and Mr. Malfoy have... a special arrangement. But perhaps you should be focusing on your studies instead of distracting Mr. Malfoy."

Draco's grip on Harry tightened slightly, and Harry could feel the irritation radiating off him. Usually, Draco was the one who would stand up to Umbridge, and Harry would simply watch, admiring Draco's cool defiance. But today, something snapped in Harry. He was done with Miss Pink Lady and her incessant interference.

He straightened up, turning to face Umbridge directly. "Actually, Professor," Harry said, his voice louder than he'd intended, "I am focusing. You just happen to be making it hard to concentrate."

A few of the students stifled laughter, but Umbridge's face twisted in shock. She looked at Harry with that condescending smile of hers, but Harry didn't back down.

"Mr. Potter," she replied, her voice dripping with that artificial sweetness, "it's highly inappropriate for you to be... indulging in such displays during my class."

Harry raised his chin defiantly. "Why? All the other teachers are fine with it. They know it helps me stay calm." He glanced up at Draco, who gave him an approving nod, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Umbridge's face flushed an even brighter shade of pink. "I assure you, Mr. Potter, this is not how a proper wizard behaves. I will not tolerate such... frivolities in my classroom."

Harry tilted his head, feigning innocence. "So, it's okay for you to bring all your silly pink cat pictures and frills into class, but I can't sit with my boyfriend?"

There was a murmur of agreement from a few other students, and Umbridge's face contorted with fury. "That is quite enough!" she snapped, her voice losing its sugary tone. "You will—"

But before she could finish, Draco rose from his seat, bringing Harry with him as he stood. "Come on, love," he said to Harry, completely ignoring Umbridge as he gently guided him toward the door. "We're not wasting any more time in here."

The class was stunned silent as Draco led Harry out of the classroom, leaving Umbridge fuming behind them.

As they walked down the corridor, Draco glanced down at Harry, a proud smile on his face. "That was brilliant, love," he said, chuckling softly. "I didn't know you had it in you."

Harry shrugged, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "I'm just tired of that pink mushroom telling me how to act. I'd rather be with you."

Draco's smile softened, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead. "Well, I'll always be here for you. And if Miss Pink Lady doesn't like it..." He smirked. "She can deal with it."

The two continued down the hall, feeling triumphant and free—together, exactly where they belonged.