Marauders age regression one shots

Trust Enough to Be Small

Draco had always been gentle, never pressuring Harry to regress if he wasn't ready, only offering quiet invitations when he could tell that Harry needed comfort. They'd fallen into a routine over the past few months: Harry slipping into little space without a word, Draco noticing, and carefully easing into his role as Harry's caregiver.

But today felt different.

Draco was sitting by the window, reading, when he heard Harry shuffle into the room. He looked up and was about to ask if he was alright, but something stopped him—the way Harry lingered in the doorway, shifting his weight and fidgeting with the edge of his sweater.

"Harry?" Draco said softly, closing his book and setting it aside.

Harry's face was pink, and he didn't meet Draco's eyes, but he stepped forward, voice a mere whisper. "Can...can I be little with you?"

It took Draco a second to process the question. Harry's request was so simple, yet it held all the trust he had worked hard to build with him. A warmth filled Draco's chest as he got up and went to him, offering his hand.

"Of course, love," Draco replied gently, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Harry nodded, his shoulders relaxing as he took Draco's hand, letting himself lean against him. Draco led him to their cozy spot on the couch, wrapping Harry in a soft blanket and settling beside him. He gently ruffled Harry's hair, sensing how safe Harry felt now, finally comfortable enough to ask to be cared for.

As the evening unfolded, Harry let himself be vulnerable in a way he hadn't before, leaning into 

Draco with a small, contented sigh. And Draco knew, in this quiet, precious moment, that Harry had found something he hadn't known he needed—a space where he was safe, fully accepted, and, most importantly, loved.