Oops, we're dads. (DRARRY)

Chapter 7: Book of Lullabies

Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes as he woke up to the cries of a certain baby.

"Shut up you stupid Weasley!" An extremely irritated voice groaned, followed by a loud clanging noise. Harry heard Draco growl loudly, and widened his eyes, sitting up and turning to face the loud scene.

"What the hell!?" Harry exclaimed, putting on his glasses as he noticed a bowl on the floor and baby food splattered everywhere. "What are you doing!?" He questioned irritably, standing up from the couch and stomping towards the baby's highchair, shoving Draco from his path. By this time Ron was shedding a waterfall of tears, and his cries were louder than ever before.

"What did you do to him!?" Harry asked, grabbing a hand towel and dabbing on the food spotted on the baby's freckled face. Draco crossed his arms, scowling.

"I was only trying to feed him!" He defended himself, taking a step back as Harry took the baby from its highchair. He gently held it between his arms, rocking it back and forth. Draco watched with an irritated expression as the baby slowly but surely began to calm down. Great, Potter was better than him at something else. Who would have ever thought? He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You know, you could help by cleaning up this mess!" Harry hissed, gesturing towards the hand towel he had used to wipe the baby's face with. Draco sneered, eyeing the towel with a disgusted expression.

"And just what are you trying to get at? You don't expect me to clean this mess, do you?" He questioned, still wearing his disgusted face. Harry dropped his eyes, frowning as he glared at Draco with "what do you think?" written all over his eyes.

"Of course I do! If we're going to have to take care of this baby, you're going to have to do your job! I can't do everything by myself, Malfoy!" He said irritably, causing the baby to let out a tearful cry. Harry groaned. "See, and now you're making the baby cry!" He said, turning his face to the baby and continuing to rock it. Draco sneered once more.

"Wait, how am I making him cry? You're the one who's yelling!" He accused, pointing at Harry with a risen brow. Harry rolled his eyes, growling as he turned away.

"Just get to cleaning already." Harry mumbled, beginning to walk away.

"And where are you going!?" Draco quizzed, raising another brow. Harry sighed.

"Well, we have to go to class don't we?" He said, walking towards the door. Draco frowned.

"Wait, you can't just leave me here! I have classes I must attend to as well!" He rebuked, crossing his arms. Harry smirked.

"Oh, maybe you shouldn't of had made such a mess then." He said, shrugging and pretending to frown. "Oh well... it isn't my problem." He continued, opening the dorm's door and walking out, leaving the frustrated Slytherin by himself. Draco clenched his fists, growling.

"That git! He's going to pay for this!" He growled, turning back to the hand towel and letting out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe I have to clean this all up! Why doesn't he clean? I'm too good for this!" He whined, hesitantly grabbing the cloth. He wouldn't dare expose his clean hands with it, though, so he just barely touched it with his index finger and thumb, practically gagging at the germ exposed cloth.

He began to wipe up all of the food stains, picking up the bowl and placing it on the counter. After a few minutes passed, he had finally finished. He gave out a sigh of relief and dropped the towel, running quickly towards the kitchen sink and washing his hands in the clean water.

"Finally, I've finished!" He announced to himself, grinning. His grin evaporated, however, when he remembered he had class to attend to. He groaned, turning towards the door and sighing once again. He exited through, an unenthusiastic expression on his face.