Like Your Dad
Title: Like Your Dad
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500 (approx.)
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. This was written purely for fun, not profit
Summary: "Just be brave" he said. "Like your Dad" he said. Hmmph.
"No! No! NO! I won't go and you can't make me!"
Draco stared at his adopted son, with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. Such a small person should not have the lung capacity of a hippogriff. He knelt down in front of the sulking five year old and wiped his face clean with a handkerchief.
"Are we done with all the tantrums now?" he asked conversationally.
"No, we're not" Albus sniffled. He stared up at Draco with such mournful large, green eyes that the blond had to physically steel himself against the temptation of wrapping the little boy up in a hug and ploughing him with ice cream. Instead, he fought to remain firm.
"Now Albus, I know you don't want to go- you've made it amply clear. But it's important. The healer is only trying to help."
"But he's going to stick a needle in me!" Albus wailed "James said it's ten feet long and sharp and it breathes fire and…"
"James is…imaginative" Draco said, for lack of better words "He is also grounded. As for the vaccination…" He paused to let Albus get in another couple of howls "…it's not painful. You won't even feel it, I promise."
"Father, I'm scared" he mumbled. Draco's resolve broke, his weakness for green eyed, messy haired Potters finally getting the best of him. He wrapped the child up in a fierce embrace.
"There's nothing to be afraid of" he reassured, running a hand in his son's hair "You can do this. Just be brave- like your Dad."
Albus considered that last bit carefully and Draco raised an eyebrow at the calculating look in his eyes. If ever there was a Slytherin candidate, it was this brat right here. Draco was so proud.
"I'll get a shot if Dad gets a shot" Albus announced finally. Draco wanted to argue, probably make some long speech about manipulation and ethics and all that rot, but he was tired. Besides, all Harry had to do was put up a brave front for the child. It was just a stupid shot. He was pretty sure the Boy Who Lived could handle it with his usual aplomb.
"Fine" he said with a resigned sigh "We'll ask Dad and when he takes it bravely, you'll do so without a fuss as well. All right?"
"Ask Dad what?" Harry asked, walking in from the other room.
"You're getting a flu shot!" Albus informed him cheerfully.
At first, there was silence.
Then hell broke loose. Frankly, Voldemort's resurrection would probably have been quieter.
"NO!" Harry bellowed, waving his arms frantically and backing away "No! No! NO! I won't go and you can't make me!" Before Draco could so much as blink he had run out the door, still ranting about sharp needles and sadistic healers and a thousand times no…
Albus turned to his Slytherin parent with a cheeky grin. "I'll get a shot as soon as Dad gets one, I promise!" With that he skipped off merrily; presumably to tell James he was grounded.
Draco slapped his forehead and went off to cancel the Healer's appointment.
Oh well, maybe next year…
Maybe.
Follow up: The Favorite
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500 (approx.)
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. This was written purely for fun, not profit
Summary: "Just be brave" he said. "Like your Dad" he said. Hmmph.
"No! No! NO! I won't go and you can't make me!"
Draco stared at his adopted son, with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. Such a small person should not have the lung capacity of a hippogriff. He knelt down in front of the sulking five year old and wiped his face clean with a handkerchief.
"Are we done with all the tantrums now?" he asked conversationally.
"No, we're not" Albus sniffled. He stared up at Draco with such mournful large, green eyes that the blond had to physically steel himself against the temptation of wrapping the little boy up in a hug and ploughing him with ice cream. Instead, he fought to remain firm.
"Now Albus, I know you don't want to go- you've made it amply clear. But it's important. The healer is only trying to help."
"But he's going to stick a needle in me!" Albus wailed "James said it's ten feet long and sharp and it breathes fire and…"
"James is…imaginative" Draco said, for lack of better words "He is also grounded. As for the vaccination…" He paused to let Albus get in another couple of howls "…it's not painful. You won't even feel it, I promise."
"Father, I'm scared" he mumbled. Draco's resolve broke, his weakness for green eyed, messy haired Potters finally getting the best of him. He wrapped the child up in a fierce embrace.
"There's nothing to be afraid of" he reassured, running a hand in his son's hair "You can do this. Just be brave- like your Dad."
Albus considered that last bit carefully and Draco raised an eyebrow at the calculating look in his eyes. If ever there was a Slytherin candidate, it was this brat right here. Draco was so proud.
"I'll get a shot if Dad gets a shot" Albus announced finally. Draco wanted to argue, probably make some long speech about manipulation and ethics and all that rot, but he was tired. Besides, all Harry had to do was put up a brave front for the child. It was just a stupid shot. He was pretty sure the Boy Who Lived could handle it with his usual aplomb.
"Fine" he said with a resigned sigh "We'll ask Dad and when he takes it bravely, you'll do so without a fuss as well. All right?"
"Ask Dad what?" Harry asked, walking in from the other room.
"You're getting a flu shot!" Albus informed him cheerfully.
At first, there was silence.
Then hell broke loose. Frankly, Voldemort's resurrection would probably have been quieter.
"NO!" Harry bellowed, waving his arms frantically and backing away "No! No! NO! I won't go and you can't make me!" Before Draco could so much as blink he had run out the door, still ranting about sharp needles and sadistic healers and a thousand times no…
Albus turned to his Slytherin parent with a cheeky grin. "I'll get a shot as soon as Dad gets one, I promise!" With that he skipped off merrily; presumably to tell James he was grounded.
Draco slapped his forehead and went off to cancel the Healer's appointment.
Oh well, maybe next year…
Maybe.
Follow up: The Favorite