Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

Changing Diapers

Mattheo

"Mattheo, you have to hold still," Y/N instructed, watching as Mattheo stared down at the squirming baby with a mix of fear and determination.

"I'm holding still!" he protested, gripping the baby's legs awkwardly. "Why does she wiggle so much? Is she broken?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Babies wiggle. Just take the diaper off."

Mattheo hesitated, peeling it back. His face paled instantly. "Oh, Merlin, what is that? That's not normal!"

"It's perfectly normal," Y/N said, trying not to laugh. "Just clean it up."

"I can't," he groaned, turning his face away. "She's looking at me!"

"She is not judging you, Mattheo," Y/N said, handing him a wipe.

Mattheo muttered something about needing gloves as he fumbled through the process. When he was done, he looked at Y/N triumphantly. "I did it!"

The baby promptly giggled and spit up on his shirt.

Mattheo sighed. "Parenthood is a scam."

Theo

Theo stared at the changing table like it was a Potions exam he hadn't studied for. "Okay, little one, let's figure this out together," he said softly, lifting the baby with surprising gentleness.

"You're doing great," Y/N encouraged from the doorway.

"Am I?" Theo asked, frowning. "This thing has more buttons than a wizarding robe. How does it even work?"

"It's not a puzzle, Theo," Y/N said, amused.

He finally managed to undo the diaper, only for the baby to giggle and kick a tiny foot into the mess. Theo sighed. "Brilliant. You've inherited my luck already."

Y/N handed him another wipe, trying not to laugh.

When he was done, Theo looked at the baby and smiled. "You're lucky you're adorable."

Tom

Tom stood by the changing table, looking at the baby with an expression of mild disdain. "I don't see why this requires me," he said, glancing at Y/N.

"You're the father," she replied, crossing her arms. "You're supposed to do this."

The baby cooed, and Tom sighed, unfastening the diaper. He froze. "This is... unspeakable."

"Welcome to parenthood," Y/N teased.

Tom muttered something under his breath, carefully cleaning the baby with the precision of someone performing a delicate spell. When he finished, he inspected his work as if it were a masterpiece.

"There," he said, lifting the baby proudly. "Perfect."

The baby promptly drooled on his shirt. Tom's eye twitched. "This is why I avoid sentimentality."

Enzo

"Alright, kiddo, let's do this," Enzo said, cracking his knuckles like he was about to duel.

Y/N leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Confident, are we?"

"Changing a diaper can't be harder than Quidditch," Enzo replied, lifting the baby.

He undid the diaper, only to freeze. "Okay, maybe it's a bit harder. What is that?"

"It's normal," Y/N said, laughing.

Enzo cleaned the baby quickly, muttering, "Alright, no sudden moves, little one." Just as he was securing the new diaper, the baby let out a happy squeal and wriggled free, kicking the clean diaper off.

"Merlin's beard!" Enzo exclaimed.

Y/N was doubled over laughing. "You're doing great, Dad."

Draco

Draco looked at the baby, then at Y/N. "I don't see why I can't just pay someone to do this."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Because you're a parent, not a boss."

Draco sighed dramatically, picking up the baby like he was made of glass. "Alright, let's get this over with."

He undid the diaper and recoiled. "What have you been feeding him?"

"Just get on with it," Y/N said, amused.

Draco carefully cleaned the baby, holding the dirty diaper at arm's length. When he was finished, he looked at Y/N expectantly. "Do I get some sort of award for this?"

Y/N smirked. "Your reward is doing it again in a few hours."

Draco groaned. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

Blaise

Blaise lounged by the changing table, looking far too composed for someone about to change a diaper. "Alright, little one, let's make this quick," he said smoothly, lifting the baby.

"You seem awfully confident," Y/N said, watching him.

"Confidence is key," Blaise replied, undoing the diaper with ease.

The baby, however, had other plans and let out a loud, messy surprise. Blaise froze, his calm demeanor faltering. "Did... did you just—"

Y/N burst out laughing. "Welcome to reality."

Blaise cleaned up quickly, muttering, "This is not how I envisioned fatherhood."

When he was done, he looked at the baby and smirked. "At least you have my good looks."

Regulus

Regulus stared at the baby, his wand in hand. "Are you sure I can't just use magic for this?"

"No spells," Y/N said firmly.

Regulus sighed, putting his wand away. "Fine. But if this goes wrong, it's your fault."

He undid the diaper with precision, only to fumble as the baby kicked. "Stay still, will you?" he said, exasperated.

Y/N laughed. "You're not negotiating with a Death Eater, Reg. Just clean up."

He muttered something under his breath, finally managing to change the diaper. When he was done, he looked at the baby and smirked. "You owe me for this, little one."

The baby giggled, and Regulus couldn't help but smile. "Alright, you're forgiven."