Drarry Drabbles

Put away the Fortnite, Malfoy!

A/N: This chapter is inspired by the wonderful and talented Holderness Family's "I gotta feeling" parody! Please check out their youtube chanel if you haven't already, it's so funny! (link above) Now, onto the story! This is set in yet ANOTHER  AU. In this AU, Drarry are married and have kids (no not like that you perverts out there, I am NOT writing that! I'll leave that to you mature people) In this story, their kids still have the canon names, and this is a story of their daily life. Maybe one day I'll make a book on their married lives and move this chapter there.  Also, I've ultimately decided to write in ONLY third person if I don't specify. Italics=thoughts    IMPORTANT: If you don't get some words, its because I am swearing in Norwegian. For example: Drittsekk=asshole

"DADDY!!! Give it BACK!!!! GIVE IT BACK!!! NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! BETRAYL! MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!"

Harry stared down his son, unsure of whether to laugh or cry. Gosh, that kid screams louder than a banshee! He should have seen this coming, as Albus had quite a similar meltdown reaction when he'd plucked the TV remote from him. But Scorpius, bless him, seemed to have taken after his father Draco in every aspect. He was almost the very same, down to the haughty way he held himself and his Malfoy blond hair. Now, it seems that he had inherited Draco's stubborness and his sulk, and even his favorite childhood cachphrase, "My father will hear about this!" . He knelt down next to his son, who looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, one that clearly belonged to Draco and one of his own. 

"Give it here, Scorpius." he said sternly, bracing himself for the onslaught of screaming and bickering this was going to raise.

"No, please. You can't do this to me. Please, anything but my controller!" Scorpius screamed hysterically, sniffling and sobbing, staring straight at Harry with a pair of watery, adorable puppy dog eyes. Oh shit, Harry thought, That mental bracing turned out to be very nessecary. It was well known that Harry could not, try as he might resist puppy dog eyes. Note to self, blame Draco for that. Wait a moment.... DRACO!! Where is he?! Never mind, he thought, I'll find that git later to chew him out. 

Harry turned, composure regained, to the snivelling Scorpius once more. "Now, Scorp, didn't you say you wanted to go to Diagon Alley to shop for your school supplies and even maybe get a pet?"

Scorpius, that future Slytherin, seemed to have a calculating spark in his eyes, and, eyes sparkling with mischief, turned to his dad with a smirk reminscent of Draco's and said "Okay Dad, I'll go when Father says that he's ready."

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his messy salt-and-pepper hair. "Okay fine, but you have to promise okay? Scorpius?"

But Scorpius's only response was a nod as Harry stepped out looking for Draco. "Draco, Draco! Where are you Draco! Draco?" After a long period of searching around Grimmauld Place, their home, Harry finally found the head of Malfoy House in his private quarters, in a dark rom, hunched over a controller with a huge moniter in front of him, blaring Fortnite. Empty chocolate wrappers, half open Butterbeer bottles, and family pack chip wrappers were only some of the things that lay haphazardly cluttered around Draco's usually immaculate room. Couches were pushed aside to accomodate the moniter screen, and there were used batteries everywhere. But the most shocking thing int he room was Draco himself. Draco was usually dressed in immaculate designer robes/suits, refusing to stoop to what he called "lowly, cheap, thrift-store mugglewear." His face was always cleanly shaved and his hair gelled back. This Draco was the complete opposite. Dressed in sticky, pungent muggle clothes that reeked with sweat and day-old food, a 6 o'clock shadow complete with a straggly beard on his face, and with hair that looked greasier than the Dungeon Bat Extraordinaire himself Professor Severus Snape, the man was surely looking worse for wear. 

After pulling out a clothespin and plugging his nose, Harry poked his hed back inside the stinky room and said  "Dray, Dray.....Come on, Ferret Face, Scorpius needs to go shopping for his hogwarts supplies and he said he wouldn't go if you didn't stop..... Dray?"

Draco merely grunted a non-commital ughhhhhhhhh as he continued playing. Harry, furious at Draco for his attitude, said sternly once more "DRACO DRITTSEKK MALFOY!!! You hand over that controller NOW, you've been acting like a zombie all summer long!  Wake up and do something for goodness sake, we've got to go buy OUR SONS Scorpius and Albus their new hogwarts supplies! IF you DON'T do this immediately, oh God help me, I will personally VANISH your controlle......... dray? Dray what's wrong honey?"

Draco Malfoy, head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy, former Death Eater, a haughty, tough, sarcastic person, head Curse Breaker and the spouse of the Saviour of the Wizarding World was bawling his eyes out while sniffling "No.....no....you can't do this to me......NO! Please, no.....not my precious controller, no.....please?" Draco's eyes were large and pleading, swimming with tears and overall looking like he wanted to cry.

Hqrry quickly realised Draco's motives, and, with a prayer to his breaking heart,  said sternly to Draco "Dray, dear, NO. You've been on this thing for the whole summer and you need to get off this thing NO........w OH FINE I'll just buy the supplies for Scorpius and Albus my self, you adorable, pleading, cute prat!"

As a disgruntled saviour of the wizarding world left Grimmauld place after grudgingly telling Scorpius and Albus that they could continue, he heard Draco's amplified Sonorous voice shouting "Oh and when you're at it, can you get me some batteries" , he just sighed and apparated away, whispering to himself "Put away the Fortnite, Malfoys."