Marauders age regression one shots

Terrible Twos

Draco was having a "terrible twos" kind of day, and it was all hands on deck.

Harry, with his hands full, looked at Ron and Hermione with a pleading expression as Draco tugged on his sleeve, whining for the third time in the past hour about something he hadn't quite communicated. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked adorably grumpy, his bottom lip sticking out as he stomped one tiny foot.

"Daddy, no wanna nappy!" Draco huffed, crossing his arms tightly and glaring up at Harry.

Hermione crouched down beside him, smiling sympathetically. "Draco, everyone needs a little rest," she cooed softly. "How about we just sit with some toys for a bit?"

But Draco was having none of it. He turned his frown on Hermione, then on Ron, who'd just entered with a toy broomstick he'd found to try to cheer him up.

"Bwoom too pointy!" Draco declared with a tiny stomp, even though he'd been begging for the broomstick just yesterday.

Harry gave Ron a look, half-apologetic, half-amused. "It's just... a day," he mouthed, shrugging helplessly. Ron chuckled, unfazed, and Hermione smiled with a knowing look. The terrible twos were challenging, but the three of them were ready to help.

Finally, Harry sat down on the floor, patting the spot next to him. "Draco," he said gently, "come sit with Daddy, yeah? We'll do anything you like."

Draco eyed him warily, then shuffled over, plopping himself dramatically in Harry's lap. "Not nap," he muttered.

Harry grinned, smoothing down Draco's mussed-up hair. "Not a nap," he promised, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Draco's head. "Just some cuddle time."

Ron handed over a stuffed toy, hoping to keep Draco entertained, and Hermione started humming a soft tune. Draco, still pouty, hugged his stuffed toy and leaned into Harry, his eyelids already starting to droop despite his protests.

Within a few minutes, Draco was fast asleep, snuggled up in Harry's arms. Hermione and Ron quietly left, grinning at each other. Harry held Draco close, gently rocking him back and forth, thankful for his friends' help. Even through the ups and downs, he wouldn't have traded this time for the world.