Baby's dont do potions ( Drarry )

Chapter 8 -

Draco's P.O.V          ((Top song: It's so cute!!))

I walk back to my room with a tray with two plates of dinner on them. 'I totally didn't steel them' I say to myself.

I go to reach for the handle then realize I can't. I try to kick the door, a few times. The a little bit harder ... After three attempts it finally opens.

I step inside and place the tray of food on a table in the living space. Harry wasn't there so maybe he was in the kitchen area?

No ... the bed room?

My hand reached for the cold doorknob. Locked? Harry had to be in there.

"Harry dear? are you in there?? I brought us dinner ... " I ask wearily. I sigh as I head a little bit of rumbling. I step back from the door and go back to the other room to get the food tray. Once I step back in front of the door there was a small Raven peeping through.

"Hello Harry! I've brought us dinner. Will you let me in?" I ask a little to excited to be alone with him. "O-oh okay." Little harry answers.

I set the tray down on my bed not caring if it got dirty again. "The elves in the kitchen told me I had to give you your medicine for your growing. You have to drink it okay?"

"O-okay Malfoy." Harry walks up to me and takes the potion out of my frozen hand.

Why did he call me Malfoy? I though we were on first name basis?

"Harry come over here.  I need to ask you something."

"Y-yes. Sir." There he goes again. What's with all of this formality.

"Harry why are you calling me by Malfoy and Sir all of a sudden? Is it something I said?"

Harry lowered his head in shame. Why is he doing this?

"I-it's nothing Malfoy ... s- sorry. I didn't want to make your worry about me. Sorry sorry sorry." Harry sniffles and begins to walk out of the room. I know what I should do, but it goes against what I want to do. I decide to do what I have to do.

"Potter come over here this instant!" I hate yelling at Harry so much. He is so nice to me, and so polite. I see Harry turn around with the look of fear in his eyes. His eyes beginning to water a little bit. 

Once Harry is right in-front of me I tell him again. "Now tell me why you are calling me Malfoy and not Draco. I don't think is very funny." I sit there with my arms crossed showing dominance in the situation. 

Harry stood there for a few seconds, cowering underneath my large figure. "W-when you left I-I was on the bed... Then somebody k-knocked on the d-door. I thought it, it was Y-you, so I was g-going t-to open it. Then somebody p-pulled me out... They... they told me that Y-you hated me... That I was forced to b-be with you... That older me w-would be very angry at you. T-then something a-about you wanting me d......"

Harry takes in a sharp breath and begins to look up to me. His eye's releasing a waterfall full of his tears. I ask more calmly now as I bend down to Harry's height. One of my knees, one of my hands pushing his chin up. Forcing him to look up to me.

"What were you going to say? me wanting you what? I need to know Harry. I don't want you to be scared, or sad ever when your with me."

Harry looked like he was debating whether he should tell me or not. But with all the time we spent together he has to trust me ... right?

"T-they said y-you w-w-wanted m-me dead-d. Y-you r-really d-don't right??" Harry looks down immediately after my hand moves away from his chin. I retract my hands and become silence.

I guess me mistook silence for punishment. Oh no now he's afraid of me. I guess it took me by surprise. I look of fear in his eyes. I pushed him to far this time. But he lacked the words to tell me how he felt. Oh no I pushed him as far as he could go. I acted out and now all I can see that it was all my fault.

I go against my judgment and pull Harry into a very tight embrace and squish him as tight as possible. I can feel the tears roll down both of my cheeks but ignore it as I worry more and more about Harry. At least he is in my arms and safe form whomever told him those terrible, horrid thing's.

Who told him those things?

Most definitely not a Gryffindor cause they want him to be happy... well most of them..

Then it could be a Slitherin that doesn't like the fact that me and Harry are together at the moment. Also Pansy and Blaise are off the list. They have also liked Harry since the 'incident'.

The other houses dont really like messing with our Slytherin's / Gryffindor's affairs or issues. So there goes Raven Claw and Hufflepuff. 

Who would have dared told him those things. We're going to have a problem here.

I guess whomever said that had never seen what I'm capable before. You could say when I want something, I have just a couple of screws come loose. 

I come back to my senses and notice that Harry is no longer crying, now slowly sniffling and beginning to close his eyes. I nudge Harry. I pull his raven brown hair out of his face and peck his cheek. I whisper in his little ear. 

"Harry we still need to have dinner. Are you going to stay awake? I don't want the food to go cold." I feel Harry's face nod as his face rubs against my chest. 

I stand up and pick up Harry, Placing him on my hip as I walk to the tray I had left ignored about an hour ago and pick it up with one hand then go back to te bed room, which this time I had made sure to leave open so I could get in. I place the tray down on my study desk.

I can feel Harry relax more and more on my shoulder per second. I nudge him a little bit. "Are you sure your going to be able to stay awake Raven?" I feel Harry poke his head up rapidly and nod. I guess he likes the nickname's. I guess I should keep calling him by those to get his attention.

"Okay ... do you want me to feed you? Since you look tired and all." Harry nods quietly. I place him down carefully on the bed and kiss his cheek once again before picking up the tray of food. Realizing that Harry still needs to take his potion. It's kind of sad. I like this Harry a lot. Makes me think of the older one in fact. How he used to be all small and submissive like. But when he is older he has large muscles from fighting and being a seeker. All of his impressive scares. Especially the one of his forehead.

Wait why am I thinking about him this way? Older him is my rival. I am only in this position because Harry only remembered me at first. Nothing more nothing less. Though he was still really cute. Can't help it I guess. I love little kids! 

The rest of the day is spent with me feeding little Harry his dinner and of course to finish it off a huge, like seven inch diameter trickle tart. But right before he went to bed he took his potion and laid down in bed. 

I do hope there are no bad side effects.

I lay down in my bed next to him as I spoon him. I hope this doesn't end to soon.