if it's weird, then leave, no one asked you to read it if you don't like it. there's no award for it, yeah? good uwu daddy kink, little space, ddlb, enjoy! they're 18, stfu
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"Daddy?" Harry rubbed his eyes sleepily. His pacifier dropped on his legs before he grabbed it and stuffed it back in his mouth, sucking it. He looked around to see Draco sleeping on a chair that doesn't look all that comfortable honestly with a book on his chest.
Carefully not to hurt himself, Harry slid down the bed before crawling his way towards the 18-year-old. "Daddy sweep?" he whispered, pondering on what to do. He looked around and yawned widely, pacifier dropping again. Harry sucked it back in as he crawled over to the bathroom, reaching over to open the door. "Hawwy bath. Hawwy big. Daddy sweeps," he mumbled around his paci.
He struggled to take off his clothes, almost falling over his side when he tried to wiggle the pants off. Once naked, he reached the shower and climbed into the tub by himself. Then he turned on the tap. Cold water rained over him, making him shudder and giggled. He looked at the variety of shampoos before deciding to use Draco's favourite shampoo and lathered his hair, trying to remember how his Daddy always washes his hair. Apples, he smiled. Hawwy smelt like Daddy!
He blew raspberries, patting the water excitedly as he washed up quickly, not wanting Draco to be awake because of the noises he made.
Naked and dripping wet, Harry crawled out of the bathroom and towards the wardrobe to take his clothes, making quite a mess of it. He took the towel from the place Draco usually hang it at. He stuck his tongue out as he wore his diapers by himself. "Big boy!" he patted himself by the chest like he always saw Uncle Ron did when he was feeling proud of himself. Already in his clothes, he crawled towards the small kitchen in the dorm they shared just the two of them, slowly.
"Daddy sweep, shh. No noise," Harry hushed Draco's eagle owl that was watching him from the perch. He giggled as he continued crawling, feeling hungry.
"Ceweal. Ceweal," he hummed before staring at the bowls. Since Harry was always hungry, he had asked the elves to stock up the "Hawwy big... Hawwy use no pwastic," he said, lisping to himself as he took the bowl, a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured them into the bowl. He reached up to grab a spoon and accidentally knocked a few things over. Harry ignored it and went to eat, happily munching away.
Not long after, he was done and rolled towards the small living room, playing with random toys, making such a mess in his trails. It wasn't until half an hour later when he heard Draco shouted his name in frustration. "Harry James Potter! What the fuck is this mess?!"
Harry sat there in pure terror, red colour pencil tight in his grip. "Daddy mad," he whispered and flinched when the bedroom door slammed open. Draco stood there with an annoyed expression. Then he saw the state of the kitchen as well as the living room. "Potter!"
Trembling from the shock, Harry burst into tears, mouth wide open but he made no sound in case Draco was gonna slap him for crying like Aunt Petunia did. He wheezed for breath, feeling his chest tightened. He felt panic when he couldn't breathe. His skin turned dark maroon because of the force of his quiet sobs.
"Baby!" Draco cried out as he dropped onto his knees right in front of him. "Baby! Hey, hey. Daddy's here, baby. Daddy's not mad. Breathe, doll. Breathe. Please! Daddy's so sorry. Daddy didn't know you're feeling small today, little lion," he said frantically. Pulling Harry into his lap, he rocked them back and forth gently, singing softly for the boy to calm himself down.
"I'm sorry," Draco sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought you're in your Big Space," he apologised, kissing Harry's forehead gently. "Daddy is so sorry for being stupid, baby. Daddy made you cry so hard. Daddy made you scared," he peppered tons of kisses on Harry's face.
Harry buried his face into Draco's neck. "No, Daddy. Daddy no stupid. Hawwy was. Hawwy didn't wake Daddy up. Hawwy sowwy. Daddy sweeps and Hawwy no want Daddy awake. Hawwy bath and eat by himself," he sniffled.
"Oh, my precious sweet baby boy. No, honey. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have gotten mad like that. You're such a brave and independent boy. Daddy is so proud of you, lovely," he rubbed Harry's neck light before cupping his cheeks with a gentle smile. "We'll play anything that you want as soon as I'll call the house-elves to clean up. Is that alright with you?"
"Yes, Daddy," Harry smiled dutifully like the easy simple baby that he was, always being so good for everyone.
"Give Daddy a kiss, will you, my sweet baby boy?" He pointed to his lips. Giggling as he wiped the snot away with the back of his hand, Harry pecked his lips playfully. "Mo'e?" he giggled and Draco pulled him into a loving kiss that Harry was more than happy to return.
"Sweetheart?" Draco stared into Harry's glossy green eyes with so much love in his own. "Yes, Daddy?" Harry blinked adorably at him and he felt his heart melted. "Daddy loves you so much, baby. A whole lot. More than anyone and anything in this world."
"Hawwy wuvs Daddy much too," he giggled, kissing his nose wetly. "Hawwy wuvs Daddy mo'e than everythin'!" he squealed when Draco hugged him tightly, squeezing him so hard. "Hawwy wuvs Daddy sooooooo much cause Daddy ish family! Family ish wuvvvvv," he trailed it off, beaming.
Draco looked at Harry with tears in his eyes, caressing his cheeks with such tenderness. Harry leaned against the warm palm, looking like a cute puppy in his lap. "Yeah?" he croaked out, feeling emotional. "Harry is family too. If Daddy is your family then you're my family too."
Harry grinned. "Wuv Daddy."
"Love Harry too."
