herumtreiber | The godfather

Title: The godfather
Characters: Draco, Harry, Teddy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hints of gore
Word count: 100x6
Challenge: #195 - Godfather
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. I don't make money from writing the drabble.
Summary: When Teddy has problems at school, Harry regrets showing Draco the movie.
Notes: For

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Prologue: Peter Panned

Draco pressed the rewind button, staring transfixed at the screen where a man shouted, having discovered a horse's head upon his bed.

"This is great!" mumbled Draco, "Don Corleone is a Slytherin through and through!"

Harry gulped, regretting bitterly the moment when he insisted Draco should submerge himself in Muggle culture and his choice to do this by showing his fiancé the Godfather film.

He bent down and tried to wrest the remote control from Draco's fingers, to no avail.

"You're going to be late for work!" said Harry urgently, "your customers are waiting for the potions."

Draco ignored him.

--

Teddy's hair was a lacklustre grey as he sobbed into his godfather's robes. Harry patted awkwardly the thin boy's shoulders. "There, there. Don't listen to that man!"

"He said you were a pillow-biter!" moaned the five-year old, "and that I was a half-breed!"

Draco stood on the threshold, his fingers white against his wand. He wanted to give that bigoted teacher a piece of his mind or even better, throw a hex at him!

"You don't have to eat pillows, Harry." Teddy looked up at him, sighing brokenly. "You can have my cereal!"

Harry exchanged a tremulous smile with Draco.

--

Draco bent down and gave Teddy the bag containing his sweets. Discreetly taking out his wand, he cast a spell to try to fix Teddy's hair, fruitlessly. It remained a wild mess; quite similar to Harry's but a bright magenta.

"You are a descendant of the proud Blacks!" said Draco, gently holding the small chin between his fingers, "if that teacher says something, you should—"

"Curse him?" piped up Teddy. "That's what you always say."

Draco looked away, biting his lip. "No, Teddy. Just pay him no mind; leave the bigot to me."

"What's a bigot?" said Teddy wonderingly.

--

"What are you going to do with the man who's harassing little Teddy?" Draco angrily stabbed the stirrer into the cauldron, stepping away when a noxious bubble threateningly rose up.

"Talk to him, make him see reason."

"That won't work; Don Corleone wouldn't react that way."

"Draco, not everything is a movie." Harry sighed and ruffled his hair. "I'll just try to persuade him."

"So that he taunts Teddy some more!" Draco put the stirrer on the table and stomped away, closing the door of the potions lab.

Harry grabbed the rod, mumbling, "Mr. Ross will see reason, I'm sure."

--

"I'm here to discuss your behaviour towards my godson."

Quintus Ross bowed obsequiously whilst he shook Harry's hand. He couldn't help but notice the teacher was trembling.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, quite sorry." Ross walked shakily to his chair behind the desk and plopped down. "I was way out of hand, I'm afraid."

"I'm glad you see it that way."

"Your blond… companion was here." The man eyed fearfully the door that led to his private chambers. "He's a quite persuasive fellow, isn't he?"

Harry puzzled his eyebrows, imagining what kind of threats his Godfather-obsessed boyfriend had brought to bear.

--

"For the last time, I didn't harm the man's pet!" Draco lifted his arms in exasperation. "I wouldn't ever hurt a poor animal for the teacher's poisonous opinions."

"Then what did you do?" said Harry, remembering the cowered man.

"Applied a little persuasion."

"By threatening his pet?"

"Not at all, dear Harry," said Draco, looking up at his fiancé with a frown. "I mentioned I might write a letter to the Quibbler, exposing his bigotry."

"I reckon Luna would publish it."

"Indeed." Draco looked at the blank screen in their living room. "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

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