𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓 & 𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑

Song:
Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)
"And I'd give up forever to touch you. 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow."

SEPTEMBER 1980

Remus stood silent by the door, trying to comprehend the image in front of him.

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do that..."

Callisto didn't seem to understand what he was talking about. A cauldron was steaming in the
middle of their kitchen, Callisto stirring it with one hand, while with the other, she kept a three-month old Draco Malfoy close to her shoulder.

"Why?"

"Because you might drop him in the cauldron."

"That's practically impossible, right Draco?" She asked, looking down at the baby drooling on her shoulder. "He said yes."

"He can't speak."

"Well, if he could, he would agree." She pointed out. "Pass me the dragon's blood."

" 'Please' just isn't in your repertoire." He commented, handing her the small vial nonetheless. Callisto didn't say anything back, pouring a few drops into the potion, before she gave it back to Remus.

"Now, Draco," She started. "Some idiots will tell you not to use blood to strengthen your potions. Do you know what we say to that?"

"Ahhh."

"Yes, exactly." She agreed. "We don't listen to them, because they're idiots."

"Are you giving the baby a Potions lessons?" Remus chuckled, sitting down next to her. "Are you giving Harry one as well after that, or is it his day off?"

"No, Harry doesn't really understand what I'm talking about... I think he prefers it when you and Sirius have fake duels in the living room."

"That kid just loves seeing people getting disarmed..."

"Like father, like son." Draco let out a string of incoherent sounds again. "No, Draco, you're nothing like your father. You're a little sunshine."

"He puked on you three hours ago."

"You're a disgusting, little sunshine." She corrected. "Hold him for a bit, okay? I need to go to the bathroom."

"I thought girls didn't use the bathroom." He mused as Callisto placed Draco on his lap, slapping his head slightly before she left the room.

Remus looked down at the baby, blue eyes already peering at him. He narrowed his eyes, the baby still observing him. Before he could react, Draco had raised one arm and tugged at his hair, holding the strands with an iron grip.

"You just fucking hate me, don't you?" He huffed, trying to unclench the baby's fist. "I'll tell Callisto you're evil if you don't let me go."

He just tugged at his hair harder, letting out a laugh that Callisto would swoon over, while he would probably consider it evil.