Harry's Problem #2
Title: Harry's Problem #2: Blond and Blonder
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Warnings: Adorable Mayhem
Notes: There will definitely be a third installment :)
Summary: Someone is caught in the act...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The hushed giggles were a dead giveaway. Harry hurried his steps along the sidewalk, the autumn leaves falling like raindrops around him. Not again.
It had been over a week since he had caught a certain blond decimating his poor, innocent jack-o-lanterns. Harry had even spent his nights monitoring his front porch and waiting for any sign of the blond. Not that he actually wanted to see said blond. He didn’t.
Silently cursing his decision to take a walk, Harry broke into a trot. He was going to get Malfoy if it was the last thing he did.
When he was just outside his yard, he heard the telltale sign of mayhem followed by two sets of muffled giggles-one set was higher in pitch than the other. Before he could change his mind, he dove behind some shrubs and peered through the branches.
As predicted, Malfoy was standing on Harry’s front porch as if he belonged there. Although seeing the blond gift-wrapping it with thick rolls of toilet paper was not something he had counted on. Nor was his partner in crime. In fact, apart from pictures in the Daily Prophet, Harry had never seen the small someone laughing victoriously as he put his foot through a jack-o-lantern. The little, toddler accomplice had shaggy, blond hair and a dimple in his chubby cheeks.
Even bashing in Harry’s pumpkins, the little Malfoy was just too damn cute.
“That’s my boy,” Malfoy crowed in delight. “He won’t know what hit him, Scorpius.”
Watching as the two blonds shot each other twin grins of glee should not have made a warmth creep into Harry’s chest. They were destroying his porch for crying out loud!
The little one squealed in delight as he pushed a pumpkin off of the railing, sending it smashing to the ground. “Again!” He shouted, tugging on the taller blond’s sleeve. Harry couldn’t help it. He smiled. The little guy couldn’t have been more than two years old.
And watching Malfoy levitate pumpkins for the little tyke was in no way adorable. Especially when said blond smiled tenderly at his tiny clone.
Knowing he couldn’t let the destruction continue, Harry leapt from his hiding place. “Malfoy,” Harry shouted, taking the steps two at a time. He turned his eyes to the short blond who stared back at him defiantly-a blond eyebrow quirked in such a way that it looked like he was mentally calling Harry an idiot. “Malfoys,” he corrected in a softer tone, trying to hide the amusement from creeping into his voice. “What do you think you’re doing?”
As if they were statues, the two criminals stood frozen in place.
“I can see you,” Harry called crossly. “What are you doing?” He couldn’t help but smile at the little toddler Malfoy, rooted to the spot with his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and his left foot sitting in the middle of a pumpkin.
With the speed of a snitch, Malfoy dropped the rolls of toilet paper and screamed, “Run!”
In the short span of time it had taken Harry’s mind to catch up to the commotion, the toddler had kicked Harry in the shin, grabbed his father’s hand and fled the confines of the porch. He scampered next to his father as fast as his tiny, chubby legs could carry him until they disappeared with a CRACK.
Harry wasn’t fooled. He knew that at least one of the blonds would be back and when they returned, he’d be ready for them.
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Warnings: Adorable Mayhem
Notes: There will definitely be a third installment :)
Summary: Someone is caught in the act...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The hushed giggles were a dead giveaway. Harry hurried his steps along the sidewalk, the autumn leaves falling like raindrops around him. Not again.
It had been over a week since he had caught a certain blond decimating his poor, innocent jack-o-lanterns. Harry had even spent his nights monitoring his front porch and waiting for any sign of the blond. Not that he actually wanted to see said blond. He didn’t.
Silently cursing his decision to take a walk, Harry broke into a trot. He was going to get Malfoy if it was the last thing he did.
When he was just outside his yard, he heard the telltale sign of mayhem followed by two sets of muffled giggles-one set was higher in pitch than the other. Before he could change his mind, he dove behind some shrubs and peered through the branches.
As predicted, Malfoy was standing on Harry’s front porch as if he belonged there. Although seeing the blond gift-wrapping it with thick rolls of toilet paper was not something he had counted on. Nor was his partner in crime. In fact, apart from pictures in the Daily Prophet, Harry had never seen the small someone laughing victoriously as he put his foot through a jack-o-lantern. The little, toddler accomplice had shaggy, blond hair and a dimple in his chubby cheeks.
Even bashing in Harry’s pumpkins, the little Malfoy was just too damn cute.
“That’s my boy,” Malfoy crowed in delight. “He won’t know what hit him, Scorpius.”
Watching as the two blonds shot each other twin grins of glee should not have made a warmth creep into Harry’s chest. They were destroying his porch for crying out loud!
The little one squealed in delight as he pushed a pumpkin off of the railing, sending it smashing to the ground. “Again!” He shouted, tugging on the taller blond’s sleeve. Harry couldn’t help it. He smiled. The little guy couldn’t have been more than two years old.
And watching Malfoy levitate pumpkins for the little tyke was in no way adorable. Especially when said blond smiled tenderly at his tiny clone.
Knowing he couldn’t let the destruction continue, Harry leapt from his hiding place. “Malfoy,” Harry shouted, taking the steps two at a time. He turned his eyes to the short blond who stared back at him defiantly-a blond eyebrow quirked in such a way that it looked like he was mentally calling Harry an idiot. “Malfoys,” he corrected in a softer tone, trying to hide the amusement from creeping into his voice. “What do you think you’re doing?”
As if they were statues, the two criminals stood frozen in place.
“I can see you,” Harry called crossly. “What are you doing?” He couldn’t help but smile at the little toddler Malfoy, rooted to the spot with his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and his left foot sitting in the middle of a pumpkin.
With the speed of a snitch, Malfoy dropped the rolls of toilet paper and screamed, “Run!”
In the short span of time it had taken Harry’s mind to catch up to the commotion, the toddler had kicked Harry in the shin, grabbed his father’s hand and fled the confines of the porch. He scampered next to his father as fast as his tiny, chubby legs could carry him until they disappeared with a CRACK.
Harry wasn’t fooled. He knew that at least one of the blonds would be back and when they returned, he’d be ready for them.