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Bella	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'BELLA'

A D/H slashfiction, and a 'sticky' little AU, MPREG. Angsty-Romance

by EmeraldGrey

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: I don't own anything HP, so don't please, don't sue!

I own nothing except for my plot bunnie of 'Bella' and my three OC's, Eathen Simone', Andre' DuPrea' and 'my' Bella.

Most Important Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, (rolls eyes) OF course, belong to the multi-talented JK Rowlings, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner Brother's Inc!

(as IF I could be that lucky!) *snickers* I just REALLY enjoy removing them, (the Characters) from reality, (ie, the Books & Movies) and plunging them into MY AU fantasy worlds.

NO: Copyright, money nor trademark infringement is intended by this Author & or this website.

Ratings: G to PG-13 first few chapters, then switching to an R rating, with once in a while being on again and off again NC-17 in future chapters, for language and some vivid past scenes and scenes with sexual themes. =)

Warnings: This is an AU of a Post Hogwarts Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, and it's a SLASH story.

*There will be some younger Harry and Draco. *although they are the same age * The story line will start for Harry at age 6 & for Draco at age 7.

That part is not D/H 'physically' slashy.

It just gives the reader a bit of the background of the two young boys, and how they happened to grow up into the men they become.

In Harry's case, there will be mentions, and actual scenes of the Dursley's causing him mental & physical abuse and showing physical and emotional neglect. *There is NO sexual abuse in this story.*

In Draco's case, there will be parental emotional neglect, actual scenes of such and verbal abuse and some physical abuse, but nothing too graphic, and again,

*there is NO sexual abuse in this story.*

Although this story is also a Male Pregnancy fanfiction, I promise it's nothing too drastic or gory in that aspect.

There is a possibility of some songs in this fic, as ALL Ballet recitals demand music,

(but I promise, not that many =)

I also have several HP characters WAY Out of Character.

For example, I have Arabella Figg,

(who in the real HP-world is an old lady, part of the 'old gang' aka OOTP and a Squib)

as a young witch who went to School at Hogwarts with Harry and Draco's parents in the same year. So I have her as in her late twenties, early thirties? I don't really mention her age or that of the boy's parents or SS, not even my OC's, Eathen Simone, and Andre' DuPrea'

Not gonna say too much more, so as not to give away my plot. =)

Main Pairings: DM/HP OC/? (and who knows what the future will show?)

Spoilers: Erm. All of the five books (so far) and all three movies, (so far)

Summary: What events shape Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter into the men they become?

Author Notes: I want to thank my Cassy, AKA, *jameschick* for her PATIENCE, encouragement and love and friendship, once again, gently showing me,

"I can DO this stuff!"

I also appreciate any and all tweaks she does for me too. =)

For those of you that know me and my writing style, again I say, hold on to the edge of your seats for a 180!

For those of you that don't, HI! I'm EmeraldGrey, and I hope you enjoy my latest AU HP story, 'Bella'.

I also want to thank ALL of my wonderful readers. Thank you for your kind reviews!

Special thanks goes out on AFF.net goes to:

Vampsarecool-TY! Here is more!

thrnbrooke- TY! Here is Chapter 3! And, yes, Chapter 3 will explain what will happen to Harry's things.

sak- TY! OOC 'Bella' just hit me out of the blue. And, yes, she plays an important part as to the who, how, and what kind of man Harry grows up to become.

In the foods references of Chapter One, I'm glad you caught the contrasts.

There will be plenty more. I want them to show. I feel young Harry's anguish so many times is glossed over, and I wanted this fic to be different. I wanted to delve deeper. Yes, things are definitely looking up for little Harry!

Glad you enjoyed the Chapter! Well, Ballet is the central theme to this story. =)

Here is Chapter 3, enter...little Draco!

Sweetteetwo- TY! WOW! TY for the two thumbs up! (so far) Here is Chapter 3, hope ya like it just as much!

emaleth- *Hugs to you, I'm sorry I made you cry. Go ahead and huggle little Harry

all you want to! Go ahead, hit �em with your best shot, but, ya gotta stand in line to beat the s**t outta those muggle relatives of Harry's! TY for your kind words about my writing. I hope you enjoy Chapter 3! <g>

A/N: For those of you that don't know, my former yahoo ID and my former group JOS was deleted by yahoo, for unknown reasons. Unfortunately, so was my updates on ALL of my stories. Please bear with me as I do my best to restore that which was lost forever, as I have to do my best to use what little resources I have to work with. Go to the bottom of my authors introduction for the addy to the new and improved, TPJOS!

Thank you for your patience but at this time there is no update, just a re-do to fix the mess nexcess made of ALL of my stories, and yes there are still some glitches. EG

For those of you who do know me, I'm not gonna threaten you with no continuations unless I get reviews. I think that's tacky of a writer to even suggest it, and it makes them sound desperate.

In fact? If I'm reading a story and the writer pulls that crap? No matter HOW good it is, I'll write them a lil' note and then I just don't finish the fic!

SO,to the ones that don't review, thank you for reading my stories! And now, without further ado, I give to you.....

'Bella'

~*****Chapter Three*****~

*~~^^

It had been almost three months now since Harry had come to stay with her.

And each of those weeks was like a milestone for the child.

Everyday he grew more and more confident in himself and in his abilities.

*~~^^

According to Dance Master Simone' Harry's Dance Instructor, Harry was "Quickly becoming a star student. He was a fast learner, a polite and sweet little boy, he even helped the other students, and was such a joy to have around! He would tell anyone willing to listen that, "Harry was a natural talent, a very graceful child and a pleasure to teach!"

Beaming, he even further went on to say that "He was going to personally sponsor the child for an audition to his 'alma mater', The Royal Ballet School, where he had graduated with top honours, once Harry reached the proper age for enrollment."

*~~^^

Arabella felt so proud of Harry!

With each and every accomplishment he made, her heart swelled with maternal pride, just as if he were her own child!

*~~^^

Their summer days were filled with the long commute to London to attend Harry's daily dance classes, and then lots of practice for those dance classes, once he returned home.

*~~^^

That first week, after she'd been sure the child had been safely tucked into bed asleep, she'd quickly flooed to see Albus.

*~~^^

Returning minutes later hand in hand with Nixi & Pixi.

After they stepped out of the fireplace the two excited little house elves listened very carefully to what she requested of them.

Soon what had once been her guest room, was now transformed into Harry's room...

And, the little unused room in the back that she'd jokingly dubbed her sewing room

(since Arabella didn't sew) was now a miniature dance studio.

It had three large floor to wall mirrors, a nice horizontal wooden practice barre, secured to another wall, but close enough to the mirrored ones so he could watch himself as he practiced his many arm and leg stretches as well as his plies (plee-ays) to insure each stretch step was done correctly, and that he kept his back straight.

*She had even measured it herself, to assure that it was indeed, 38 to 45 inches above the floor.*

Soft but firm off black mats had been placed on the wooden floor, for easier tumbling and for the more stretching that was required of a budding dancer like Harry.

On a small silver corner shelf sat a little black and silver stereo system complete with all types of music for Harry's dance training.

On a remaining blank white wall, they'd filled it with many pictures (she'd cautioned them to NOT using wizard photos) of famous Ballet dancers both male and female in various breath taking poses, to fuel the little boy's passion, and to encourage him to do his best.

They had even made a half bathroom, decorated in black and silver with a hand-sink and a loo for the little boy, & and had placed a small water cooler in another corner as well!

*~~^^

Arabella had made both little elves turn pink with pleasure as she heaped thanks and compliment after compliment onto their large green heads. Kind words that soon were sinking into their little hearts.

In unison they had squeaked their pleasure at, 'being able to do something nice for little Harry Potter!'

Less than an hour after they started, Nixi & Pixi were two happy little house elves flooing their away back to Hogwarts on a green fluffy cloud nine.

*~~^^

Sometimes, after she and Harry shopped in London, even though things sometimes were hectic, Arabella made sure they made time to visit their little neighbourhood park, where Harry was never without his baby doll.

Watching him strolling her proudly in her little white wicker toy baby pram, Arabella had to snicker.

'Bella' Potter was one well decked out dolly!

She now had a white stroller, a white carrier, more colourful clothes, & a light-blue baby front carry pack so he could move with her strapped to him.

He loved that he could hang upside down on the jungle gym and she wouldn't fall out.

He looked so happy when he was hanging there like a little dark haired monkey, his wavy jet black hair and Bella's silky blonde hair mixing together; she just didn't have the heart to tell him that a real baby might not appreciate the aerial view.

A light-blue baby bag decorated with colourful dancing kittens chasing small bright butterflies, adorned the little carry-all now filled with new toy bottles, diapers, and little colourful plastic panties, and little colourful knit hats and several pair of colourful knit bootie shoes for her soft little feet.

'Bella was one lucky baby doll!'

*~~^^

The toy store owner's mother, Sibbon Smithe had meet Harry one day, and had been so impressed with the care the child took with his ' dolly-daughter' she'd hand made the little boy many things for his baby doll.

Harry had quickly adopted the kind elderly Mrs. Smithe, giving her a special place in his little heart as if she were a grandma figure in his young life.

And the woman always treated 'Bella' much to the little boy's delight, as if she were real.

*~~^^

That day he'd bought her, after Harry & Arabella had come home from London, after a nice meal of thick rich meaty vegetable stew with plump buttered hot honeyed homemade rolls, and cold pumpkin juice to drink, and a deep crusted apple pie for dessert with big mugs of creamy hot cocoa that they had prepared together, Harry had sat in Arabella's big white rocker, and had gently rocked his little dolly.

Softly he sang to her as he fed her the bottle and carefully touched her silky blonde hair.

Arabella was curious as to what the child had named the toy.

So, when she had gently asked the little boy, Harry had blushed slightly as he had told her shyly, "I named her after you."

*~~^^

From that night foreword, Harry and his dolly Arabella, ('Bella' for short) were inseparable.

*~~^^

The hardest part, had been when he'd gone back to the Dursley's a bit earlier than had been expected.

Harry had hated leaving Arabella, his nice things and his dolly behind.

But, the little boy was wise.

He knew his things and toys would be destroyed by his family.

So, he resigned himself to play with them whenever he was being kept by Bella, and to remind himself to call her Mrs. Figg around his family.

*~~^^

The Dursley's had returned home a week early, explaining to Arabella that, 'Dudders' wanted to spend his 7th Birthday with his best friend Piers Polkiss.

Poor Harry, it was the longest week in his young life!

But then last minute, they had called her again, telling her that the day before 'Dudders' 7th birthday, the Dursley's had decided to take Dudley away for the weekend, with his friend Piers as Dudley's guest.

This time it had been Petunia who had rang her, saying, "Since the Polkiss child didn't get along with Harry, would she mind watching Harry again for them, and would it be alright if they might stay a bit longer?"

Arabella had been more than happy to watch Harry for them, accepting yet another wad of bills for his keep.

She was over the moon!

The small amount Albus paid her monthly, plus the coin in Gringotts that her family had left to her, plus the amounts she made from time to time keeping Harry for those

despicable muggles, she knew she'd be okay, and still be able to take care of her special little charge.

Both she and Eathen had planned a surprise Birthday party for Harry's 7th Birthday, and she had not yet figured out a way to get him away from his relatives without raising their suspicions.

So, being careful not to show too much emotion about it, she agreed to watch the child until they returned, no matter when that might be.

*~~^^

The morning of Harry's 7th Birthday, Arabella decided to let him sleep in late. To let him enjoy his rest.

*~~^^

She had earlier in the child's visit, had guilted & demanded of Albus Dumbledore into letting her borrow the two best house elves in Hogwarts to furnishing her guest room with some nice furniture & bedding that was not being used at the School.

A big comfortable bed, made of deep dark rich cherry-wood, and a vanity with a little stool, and a large dresser made of the same material, now took the place of a fold out metal day bed and a small fake wooden dresser.

*~~^^

After Harry, feeling safe and comfortable enough, had confessed to her some of the things he'd had to endure while living with the Dursley's, Arabella could hardly wait for the child to fall to sleep so she could go and pay Harry's legal keeper a 'little visit.'

After blasting the older man with horror tales of things like the thin little cot he slept in under their stairway cupboard, and the moth eaten thread bare scratchy blanket he was forced to use to keep warm with, as that was all they'd provide for him, she demanded that old man do something to make it better for the little boy whom he'd put into her care.

*~~^^

Although Albus still didn't want Harry to know of the truth of who and what he really was, it had been agreed that whenever she and Harry were to venture outside, or attend his dance classes, she would have already placed the concealment charm on him that morning, while he was sleeping, to cover his scar.

She removed it whenever they were inside her home, and of course before he returned to the Dursley's care.

As she had stepped through her fireplace a few minutes later with a house elf on either side of her, Arabella Figg had felt like she could of taken on 'you-know-who and of won!

Albus Dumbledore had folded like a house of muggle playing cards!

He'd had NO clue those horrid relatives of Lily's could stoop so low.

It had been from that visit on, Arabella Figg had even more say in the goings on's of little Harry Potter's life than ever before.

*~~^^

Eathen had been more than happy to help in any way, and he hadn't even told his partner Andre' just who the cute little dark haired boy really was.

He had been personally warned by Dumbledore what he could and could not reveal to anyone, especially the things he could or could not say to little Harry James Potter.

*~~^^

They had enrolled Harry as Harry James Evans, and the little boy had bought their hasty cover up of, "This way, your relatives could never know it was you, if they got suspicious about anything."

Thankfully, the little boy agreed wholeheartedly, telling them dramatically,

'If he had to give up his dancing lessons, he'd just want to die!'

'Besides," He'd added cheekily, "It's part of my real name any way!"

Finding no fault in the bright child's logic, it had been agreed.

Little Harry James Potter was, from then on, referred to as Harry James Evans, while at his dance classes.

*~~^^

Little Harry Potter woke up.

Shut his eyes, then quickly opened them again.

Nope, it wasn't a dream!

This was really HIS room!

Sitting up in his big four poster wooden bed, he squealed and kicked his little legs, under the big, thick dark green velveteen blankets and flexed his tiny toes.

Proudly he looked around at HIS room.

Decorating the four walls were life sized posters of famous dancers, in many poses and from various famous Ballet dance scenes.

On his dark wooden vanity sat the little glass and brass snow globe of a scene from 'The Nutcracker suite' that had been a gift from the toy shop owner Sam Smithe.

*~~^^

Harry and Sam had become good friends, especially as Bella had insisted on Harry picking out a toy a week after his dance lessons with Mr. Simone'. Of course they were mostly for his baby doll Bella but, he had picked out a couple just for himself too. And, both Sam and Bella had praised him saying, "It was good to do something nice for yourself once in a while too."

*~~^^

Harry giggled naughtily at the memory as he rolled his eyes.

He wasn't stupid.

Even he could see the toy guy had a huge crush on his Bella.

And, he had shocked them both when he had told Sam that, 'Bella was off limits, as she was Harry's future wife.'

*~~^^

That night, he and Bella had a long talk.

As she rocked him in the big white rocker, he'd held his baby dolly, listening intently to her every word as she'd patiently began explaining to him that, 'while she was very flattered, it would be an impossibility for them to be wed.'

She gently had told him, 'by the time he was old enough, she'd be old and grey, and unable to have the babies he so desperately wanted.'

*~~^^

He had shed some tears, as he told her, 'he hoped she could find someone, so she'd someday have babies before she got too old and grey.'

*~~^^

She had then taken out an old album and together, they remembered Mr. Figg, her Husband that had died in the war, and her little girl Theresa that had been killed by the DE. (whom she had explained to Harry were very bad people.)

Harry had ended up throwing his little arms around her neck as they both sobbed.

He for parents he'd never known, and would never see, and her for the family she'd once had, and would never see again. Well, not here on Earth, she'd patiently explained to the little gob smacked boy.

Her words had given him hope. Real hope that someday, he would see, and get to meet his parents, someday...

*~~^^

Arabella knew she was cutting it close, with what she could, and could not reveal to him but, she wanted Harry to know that she had been happy once, and had married and had already had her child, and someday when she died, she'd see them both again.

*~~^^

He had cried then, saying that, "He was here for her, & would always be, so she wouldn't be so lonely."

*~~^^

Then, he had laid his dolly in her crib in his room, and had turned on the radio and had asked her to dance with him.

Arabella had been shocked at how well he could dance.

*~~^^

As she tucked him into bed that night, snug under his thick soft dark green blankets, he'd given her an extra tight hug before turning away to snuggle his dance dolly's that he'd named, David & Antoinette, after the famous British Ballet dancers, David Wall & Antoinette Sibley.

Silently she stood there for a few minutes, just watching him... as he slept the sleep of a child content with his world.

*~~^^

Peaking over his bedside Harry saw his baby doll.

Bouncing out of bed, he grabbed up his glasses off of his vanity top, and grinned at his reflection before he ran to her.

Lifting her up from her crib, as he did a quick pas, a Releve, and then did a Rond de jambe with her in his hands.

Kissing her lightly on her little blonde head, he then gently set her back down, and hands poised above his head, he did a quick pirouette (Pee-Rou-Et) as he twirled in a perfect circle right where he stood.

He loved ballet!

The twirling and the movements were such fun!

Harry knew his instructor Simone' and his 'Bella' were proud of him!

He was proud of himself!

He had taken to dancing ballet like, "a duckling to a pond," according to Mr. Andre' the assistant instructor.

And nothing in the world made him feel as happy as when he was dancing!

Well, hugs and kisses and praises from Bella and Simone' made him feel 10 feet tall, but, ballet made his little heart and soul sing!

*~~^^

His eyes closed in pure pleasure, he twirled just once more, ending in an elegant arabesque, (Air-Rah-Besk) as he now stood perfectly still, balancing on one straightened leg, while the other leg was extended straight back, and up, his bare toes and little foot pointed.

His left arm following the line of his body, as the right arm was extended, his hand and fingers gracefully pointing foreword.

But, at the sudden sound of clapping, he almost fell on his little rear.

*~~^^

"Well somebody's awake! Beautiful form on your Arabesque by the way, I can see you've really been practicing!" Came an amused, yet very proud voice from the door way.

'Bella!" Harry squealed as he ran head on into her, causing her to 'ooof!' as he hugged her waist tightly against his excited little face.

Now pointing his little chin up at her adoringly, he said, "Thank you! I wanted to surprise you!" He mock pouted.

"Oh, believe me, I was, I am surprised!" She insisted, as she reached her hands down to tousle through his long silky messy onyx locks fondly before asking, "Hungry for breakfast Pet?"

"Meow!" Said Harry, before bursting into giggles.

"Silly boy..." She said laughing at the funny face he'd just made.

Rolling her dark blue eyes at the little tyke, she told him, "You'd best get your little rear into the kitchen then. Mr. Tibbles was eyeing those sausages while I was frying them."

His grin even wider and sillier, Harry flippantly replied, "Oh that's okay Bella, I always give him s...ooops!" The little boy squeaked, slapping both hands over his small mouth, his bright green eyes twinkling mischievously.

Arabella giving him the mock stink-eye, acted like she was going to grab him for a tickle before he ran giggling out of the room, narrowly missing her hands and wiggling fingers.

Shaking her blonde head and grinning like a loon, she followed her little green eyed spitfire.

*~~^^

"Can I, er, I mean may I have some more milk please Bella?"

"Very good Harry! And, yes, you may." She praised the blushing little boy affectionately with a little pat on his arm as she poured him another glass of fresh cold milk. (the glass pitcher had a cooling charm on it) Of course Harry didn't know this.

She grinned at him as he drained his glass, then took his fork and wiped up his last bite of pancake with the last drops of strawberry syrup on his now clean plate.

She smiled as he daintily popped it into his little mouth.

It had taken most of the Summer, but the child had picked up on some good manners.

He no longer gulped his food.

He no longer scraped his little white teeth on his fork tines.

He no longer talked with his mouth full.

He no longer used his shirt sleeve as a napkin, nor as a tissue.

He no longer used crude language.

She winced at how she knew once the child was returned back to those animalistic muggles, he'd probably revert back, but even if he did, she knew he was just trying to survive.

Bloody Dumbledore.

She had tried for like the 100th time again for him to just let her keep the child.

For she was certain she could raise the wizarding world's saviour a hell of a lot better than those damnable people to whom Harry was unfortunately related to.

But, again, he'd just waved off her concerns, and had given her some song and dance about family, and blood ties, a protection spell, and blah blah bloody blah.

*~~^^

Arabella felt like a little kid herself, as she could barely contain her excitement.

Today was going to be Harry's very first Birthday party, ever.

It had shocked her to hear that this dear little boy had never had the pleasure of celebrating the day of his birth!

'Feckin' Muggles' She'd unknowingly muttered, before her thoughts brightened again, thinking about how in just a couple of more hours, and little Harry Potter was in for the surprise of his life!

*~~^^

"Bella?"

"Yes Love?"

"Erm, what's a mug-gul?"

'Crap...musta said that out loud'

"Ah, sweetie?"

"Yes Bella?"

"Finish your brekkie Luv."

"Yes, ma'am."

*~~^^

"Bella?"

"Yes Harry Luv?"

"Erm, this is Saturday, right?"

"Yes, sweets."

"Ah, don't you remember Mr. Simone' saying he would not be opened today for classes?" Harry said patiently, putting a little hand on her arm to still her for a moment, and to get her attention.

*~~^^

Ignoring the persistent little boy's hand now tugging gently on her sleeve, she turned to pay & then tip the amused young cabbie, Joey, who had turned around in his seat to collect his fare.

*~~^^

Thanking her with a wide white toothy grin and a sassy wink, Arabella watched as he put his tip deep into his tight black jeans front pocket.

*~~^^

Shaking his shaggy blonde head, Joey quickly pocketed his tip, thanking her as he deposited the rest into the money catch.

Turning around yet once again, he threaded his slim fingers under his chin, and rested his face against the headrest, watching slyly as she then had licked at her finger tips lightly, reaching out to smooth down Harry's wild dark hair.

*~~^^

Cheerfully he observed her as the drama he'd been watching for almost three months now, unfolds.

*~~^^

She had dressed him in his new *green outfit* as Harry had dubbed it.

It was his favourite one.

It had been the one he had wore out of the department store, where they had met Sandra, the pretty helpful sales clerk.

*~~^^

Harry makes a little 'ew' face as he leaned way back against the worn black leather seat, far away from her seeking moist fingers.

Grinning a devilish grin at both her and Joey, he turned, grabbed up his dolly, his knapsack and her baby bag, opened up the door of the parked bright yellow cab, and quickly hopped out of it.

Now he was dashing up the stairs, taking them two at a time to the freedom of the dance studio, narrowly escaping her impromptu kitty bath. (the bane of children the world over!)

*~~^^

"Ya know, Bell," The young man said, pausing as he let the tip of his tongue peek out, "You might as well give that up Luv."

Grinning he added, "You've been trying now for nigh on three months now, and you still can't catch the little bugger! Me Mum use ta do the same, an I dinna hold still none either!"

Mumbling a hasty farewell, red-faced, slamming her purse strap firmly over her shoulder, she quickly hopped out of the cab, her long floral skirt flaring as she sprinted in her high heels after her impish little green eyed charge.

"Harry!" She bellowed, almost taking a tumble when her heel almost got caught on a crack in the sidewalk, "You get yer little arse right back down here this minute young man!"

*~~^^

Totally ignoring her in favour of entering his oasis, looking over his shoulder and grinning, he stuck out his little pink tongue, before shoving his small body hard against the heavy glassed door.

'Crap!' Arabella moaned loudly.

'Eathen and Andre' were SO gonna kill her, if Harry had just ruined his own Surprise party!'

~earlier that week, at Hogwarts~

"Dammit Albus!"

"Language Severus..."

Ink black eyes stared coldly at the old man.

Obsidian eyes that could, with just a slitted reptilian glare, make any student here at Hogwarts shake at five paces, or faint in fear. For the head of the House of Slytherin did live up to his name.

Especially if that unfortunate student had to serve a detention with the man.

The very same eyes that had, at one time long ago, been brimming with ashamed hot tears as a younger version of the man before him had begged Albus for a second chance at life.

On his knees, eternally marked, broken, bleeding and shaking, Severus Snape had grasped the Headmasters robes, pleading for his life to be spared so that he might give restitution for bad choices of mistakes he'd once made in anger.

"Well, think about it." Coaxed the older man gently.

"It will be the perfect way to keep an eye on him. You'll of course accompany the child to his lessons..." The wiley older wizard trailed.

"But Albus!" Severus Snape interrupted bluntly, hating that he'd actually whined.

Bloody Dumbledore!

"It's that great bloody git!" Severus Snape whined again, cringing as the words just flew, unbidden out of his traitorous mouth.

"I don't want him around him, or them!" He pouted momentarily, before his ebony eyes widened comically as he coughed lightly, forcing himself to act like the adult he actually was, and NOT the child the old man was knowingly dragging out of him.

"Severus!" Chided the wise old wizard. "It's been what, several years son."

Looking pointedly at the young dark haired man he considered as dear to him as his own children,

Albus Dumbledore peered intently over his light blue half moon spectacles.

Reaching out a wrinkled hand, he lightly patted the smoother pale one resting on his desk.

"Don't you think it's time to put the past aside Severus?" He asked gently.

His light blue eyes now twinkling madly, he smirked, "Besides, were you not just the other day saying how he could use some grace training.?"

The younger wizard just groaned as he wiped his hands over his face, and his slim shoulders slumped foreword in defeat.

Holding his head in his hands, long silky black strands spilled over his slender fingers hiding his face from the older mans view as he muttered softly, "As you wish, Albus, as you wish."

*~~^^

~Later that evening at the Malfoy Manor~

"No, absolutely NOT, Severus!"

"But Luc,"

"If you think I am gonna bloody hop around like some poof..."

"Draconis! Go to your room!"

"Darling, I think it's a marvellous idea!"

"Did I ask you Narcissa?"

"Well, er, no, but, Severus is correct Lucius, the boy is a bit clumsy Luv..."

"Clumsy! HA! Father, I simply refuse to jump around like some bloody..."

"GO TO YOU ROOM!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES, DAMMIT!" *Smack*

"LUCIUS!"

"Stay out of it Narcissa!"

"He's MY son too!"

"He is MY Heir!"

"I'm bloody standing right HERE you know!"

"GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM."

"NO!"

"Draco, you'd best do what your father has requested of you son." Severus Snape said softly, feeling a bit sorry for his troubled young Godson.

A large, angry red hand print marred the perfect pale skin of the little pointed face.

Swirling silvery blue eyes narrowed slowly, becoming cloudy with suppressed emotions, and then brimming with tears as he shouted,

"I fecking HATE YOU!" Staring intently at his shocked parents, the little blonde boy stomped his little booted foot down hard on the polished black marbled floor as he bellowed, "BOTH OF YOU SUCK!"

The gob smacked couple just stared.

First at each other, at then at the retreating form of their only child and Heir of the Mighty Malfoy fortune.

Many minutes passed before a sound was made.

"Well, I think that's the last time he spends the night at any more of those Vincent Crabbe sleep-overs, wouldn't you say so my dear?"

Nodding her blonde head, Narcissa Malfoy smiled as she accepted the snifter of Brandy her husband Lucius Malfoy was now handing her.

Taking a dainty sip she said, "Yes, of course Luc, whatever you say darling."

"Severus?" he inquired with a raised ice-blonde brow. "Brandy?"

"Yes, thank you." He said, accepting the large bell shaped crystal glass.

Slowly, as he swirled the amber liquid, his thoughts were with the youngest Malfoy.

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"Get the HELL out of my way!" Growled seven year old Draco Malfoy as he tripped over a tiny green body.

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OH! Dobby is SO sorry Master Draco, sir!" Squeaked the distraught little elf.

"Yeah?" Sneered the little blonde boy, tossing back his long hair, and up standing once more.

"Bloody good for you! Now MOVE!" he screamed, causing the little house elf to jump.

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Stomping to his room, he stalked inside, and slammed the door, very loudly.

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"Fine Severus, you win."

"Yes, Luc darling, I quite agree with Sev. If it will make him less clumsy, I am all for this."

Putting out a slim pale hand daintily, she exclaimed, "After all, we do entertain quite frequently Luv, and he will be expected to know how to be a proper host."

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.

Giving up silent thanks to Merlin, and any God listening, Severus Snape breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

He'd won the battle, now, on to tame the war. Or, more importantly, to tame a little blonde Dragon, named Draconis.

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"NO!"

"Draco, please just..."

"I said NO!"

Severus sighed, and then he pulled out the heavy artillery.

"Fine then." He said dejectedly.

Draco narrowed his silvery eyes suspiciously.

'Uncle Sev was more stubborn than his own father. The man was obviously up to something. Question was, what?'

*~~^^

"What?"

"What do you mean what?"

Dark onyx eyes twinkled.

"Tell me!" The little boy growled.

"Oh, that..." The older dark haired man teased, waving his hand in the air as a dismiss to the subject.

At the little boy's pink pout he said,

"Well, I do have a little trip I must make before Christmas this year, and I was thinking about asking your father if you could accompany me..." He trailed.

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Draco was so excited he was wiggling.

"You, you don't mean?" He breathed in, choking on the sudden intake as he almost bounced off of his bed.

Dark eyes glittering, the man said, "Yes, yes I DO mean!"

"OH MY! MERLIN�S BALLS! REAL BLOODY DRAGONS???!!!!"

The little boy shouted, leaping up off his bed and dancing about.

*~~^^

Smothering a chuckle with a cough, he sweetly said, "Well, for someone who was SO dead set against this, you sure seem happy."

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Looking at him intently the little boy breathed, "Uncle Sev, for a chance to see a real Dragon, I'd dance bare-arsed in the centre of the street in Knockturn Alley! I'd EVEN kiss a bloody muggle!" He declared with a grimace, and a little shudder.

Throwing himself into the older man's waiting arms, he softly mumbled something as Severus held him close.

"What was that Luv?"

"I said I was sorry for my earlier poor behaviour."

"Hmm, okay, but, don't you think there are two other people you should be saying this to as well?"

Hanging his head, the little boy replied meekly, "Yes sir."

And, hugging him once more, Draco waited patiently as his Godfather sat him back down on his feet.

Spinning on his booted heel, his dark green velveteen robes swirled, as he walked out of his room, and back down to his parents, to ask their forgiveness for his rude outbursts.

*~~^^

Back to present day, Harry's Birthday!

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"Draconis! Pay attention!" Barked the tall exasperated dark haired man.

Draco just stood there, leaning back a bit, his slender arms folded across his slim chest.

Watching gleefully with a smirk quirking his little pink lips, while the man bounced high up on his toes, and then came back down very gracefully.

The smirk quickly became a frown as he again couldn't seem to get the step correct.

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But, when the bell above the front doors tinkled, announcing a newcomer, every eye including the frustrated instructors, zeroed in on the beautiful little dark haired boy now standing there bathed in sunlight.

With a big smile on his little slender face as he clutched his dolly and his knapsack and also her baby bag, Little Harry Potter squealed happily before launching himself at the tall dark haired man, now walking quickly toward him, arms out stretched.

"Mr. Simone' you're really here! YEA!"

*~~^^

Frowning, and looking over to his now gob smacked Godfather for an answer

as to just, 'who the hell was the git with the dolly?'

Little Draconis Malfoy narrowed his eyes, as he watched the little black haired poofy boy take away ALL of HIS attention, as the brat was now being hugged and petted like a bloody dog by master Simon' and Mr. Andre' and being loudly scolded by some blonde haired chit.

Looking over at Severus, he was shocked to see his Godfather staring daggers at the child as well.

'Very intently too...Hmmm...The plot thickens', Draco thought.

*~~^^

'So....He wondered, 'Just who was this little boy? And, even more than that, why was HE being treated as if he were something so damn special? Like the child had hung the bloody Moon..."

Nope, Draconis Malfoy did NOT like this, not one damn bit!

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~*****to be continued in Chapter four*****~
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