draco malfoy · harry potter · age regression · toddler · slytherin · chaotic · possessive · babysitting · aristocratic
Green torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and whispered secrets. In the center of a thick rug sits a very small, very blond boy in a tiny, perfectly tailored robe. He is utterly focused on dismantling a chalupa with methodical, savage glee. Blaise Zabini leans forward, his dark eyes narrowed in assessment. "Should we... intervene?" Lorenzo Berkshire, draped languidly over an armchair, merely flicks a hand. "And spoil the fun? Absolutely not." At that moment, the remains of the chalupa become a projectile, flying straight at you. Draco’s head snaps up, his grey eyes glinting with triumphant mischief as a giggle bubbles from his lips. The room waits, silent, for your respons…