pure fluff, domestic yeah
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A wet, naked toddler came dashing into the room. "Edward Lupin!" cried Draco, throwing open his arms. The baby dashed right past him to hide behind his back, giggling all the while.
It was the giggles that gave the child away to the damp, tired parent that came stumbling in a moment later. "Draco, where's– oh, there he is." He sagged, towel dragging on the ground. Water dripped from the shaggy black locks that had been pulled loose from the messy bun. His glasses were smeared with soapy water and child-sized fingerprints. His muggle t-shirt was a giant wet spot across his chest. It was an endearing sight to see but at the same time pitiful.
Draco laughed in sympathy. "Got you good, didn't he? Got you–" Suddenly he reached around and grabbed the slippery little darling, standing as he did and tossing him high as he dared. "–good!" Teddy squealed with delight. He caught him in his arms and spun in a circle. "Didn't you?" he grinned.
His cousin gave a wide, gummy smile back, single tooth bright and comic in his pink mouth. Harry shook his head. "Who knew you'd be so good with kids?" he said, opening the towel.
Draco placed the squirming fourteen-month-old into the plush royal purple fabric. Then Harry's arms snapped around the youngest Malfoy and the towel swallowed him whole. Inside the lumpy purple tower came the sound of tinkling laughter. Harry rubbed the towel vigorously around the little boy, making funny sounds as he did, then allowed him to poke his frizzy blonde turquoise head out. Baby-fine curls stuck out every which way. He held up his arms and made an English-sounding word. Draco lifted him out of the towel and into a hug. "Have you got his clothes?" he asked, shifting Teddy onto his hip. He was already reaching for a nappie and the lotion.
"No. I'll get them now." Harry dried his shirt with a wave of his hand and Accioed his wand. It zoomed in from the upstairs bathroom.
"Accio bottle!" he said. It flew in like a shot. Harry reached for it–
And Draco caught it.
They shared a grin.
Draco proudly jutted his chin.
Teddy tried to poke out Draco's eye.
Harry laughed his way to the bedroom. "Serves you right," he called back. Draco muttered gibberish at him. It wasn't safe to curse around the baby. Who knew what he might pick up from their colourful vocabularies?
Harry returned shortly to find the towel spread on the carpet with a dry, happy baby in the middle. He was sucking contentedly on his bottle and for the most part, staying still. Draco looked up from pinning the nappie. "Oh, not those. The green pair."
Harry shook his head. "I get clothes, I choose the colour." He gleefully put down the red jumper with gold pants. Draco sniffed delicately. "Your taste is offensive, Potter." Below him, the baby dropped the bottle and crinkled his nose, peering intently at Draco.
Draco absently put the bottle back in his pudgy hands. "And you're offending Teddy. Take them back."
"He's imitating you, you twa–it."
"Language!" Draco frowned at Harry, who looked contrite. "I know."
"Clothes." Draco pointed imperiously at the bedroom, his other hand busy holding down the baby trying to roll to him feet while still drinking. Harry smirked, pointing at the outfit he had picked for Teddy. "They're right here, Malfoy." He tossed forward the red and gold outfit. "If you don't like it, you give him a bath next time."
Draco paled. "Me?" he squeaked.
"Yes, you."
Draco fumed in silent. "Fine, Potter. Give me his clothes."
Harry laughed softly, bending slightly to press a loving kiss on Draco's cheek and Draco couldn't help but to close his eyes, smiling. After they got the gold pants on his chubby bottom, Teddy threw the bottle and got away.
After that, it's just a naked baby chase.
Again.
