Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

The Times, They are A'Changin'. plumeria47

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: plumeria47 ( on ao3 )

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"He's just perfect," Harry breathed, leaning over the tiny bundle in Draco's arms.

"Of course he is," Draco said, his eyes never leaving his new son. "He's a Malfoy."

"And a Potter." Harry lightly punched Draco on the shoulder.

"Hey, don't jostle him," Draco protested. "And of course he's a Potter. But the birth certificate says Malfoy."

"Only because you were the one who carried him."

"Fine, you have the next one." Draco watched as Ethan wrapped tiny fingers around Draco's large one. "But just be warned – they kick."

Harry smiled. "How could I forget? He was kicking me in the back whenever you tried to spoon me." He held out his arms. "Here, let me hold him for a while."

Draco carefully shifted the baby so Harry could take him. "Just as well," he said, leaning back against the pillows, "I think he needs to be changed."

Harry sniffed cautiously. "You're probably right. You rest – I'll take care of this."

Gently, Harry changed his son's nappy for the first time.

#*#*#*#

"Uh, oh – I think he's waking up." Harry looked down at his son on the quilt – a gift from Molly Weasley – which they'd spread on the lounge floor. Ethan was making little snuffling noises and wriggling around as he came out of his nap.

"Hello, handsome," Draco said, scooping up the tiny boy and cuddling him in his arms. "Did you have a nice rest?"

Ethan stared back at his father with wide blue-grey eyes; his mouth worked and the little grunts began to increase in volume. Abruptly, he opened his mouth and let out a wail.

"Poor little guy," said Harry, standing up from the sofa where he'd been going through the day's mail. "I bet you're hungry, aren't you?" he added, reaching out to caress his son's downy cheek.

Ethan turned toward the touch, nuzzling against Harry's fingers. Finding nothing of interest, however, his wails returned, louder than ever.

"He probably needs changing, too," Draco said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It's been awhile." He held out the baby. "Here – why don't you go change him while I warm up the bottle."

"Sure thing," said Harry, taking his son. "C'mon, little man – let's go get you clean and ready for lunch."

Whistling cheerfully, Harry changed the baby's nappy.

#*#*#*#

"Harry!"

Harry, damp towel draped around his shoulders, opened the bathroom door a crack. "What is it?" he shouted back.

"Could you change Ethan?"

Harry paused in the midst of vigorously drying off his back. "I'm kind of busy here."

"Well, I'm trying to get breakfast ready."

Harry could hear pans clanging around in the kitchen. "What are you making? Omelettes for twelve?"

"Ha ha. No, just for two – but I can't leave now or the eggs will scorch, and if Ethan doesn't get changed soon, the smell may put me off breakfast entirely."

"Well, we can't have that," Harry said, rolling his eyes. Having left his wand in the bedroom, he had no recourse but to finish drying off the Muggle way; Draco would just have to wait. He quickly finished toweling off and looked in the mirror. Damp black hair stood every-which-way, like he'd just been hit with a shocking spell. Then again, it looked like that even when he did have time to comb it. "All right, all right – I'm coming." He yanked on some trousers and headed for the kitchen.