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After a few days at the beach - in which you still had not used your diaper willingly. You were back at home - playing quietly with some toys on the floor after getting home the night before. Your Daddy and Papa walked in and you temporary stopped playing to look at them. Your Daddy spoke up first: “Draco, Harry I want you to pick out a few of your toys to bring to Ron’s - you’re going to a play date there today in a few” Your brothers looked at each other in surprise but also excitement as they loved going to the weasleys and they hurried upstairs to gather a few of their things.
You sat there confused since your Daddy had not said your name - perhaps you were going to a different house for a play date? Although you didn’t get why you couldn’t go and play with Ginny as well. Your daddies came over to you and your Papa placed his hand over the puzzle you were currently working on to get your attention. You looked up at them - sucking on your pacifier a bit faster - getting nervous. “Daddy and I are worried about you, princess”, your Papa started “and” he gave a nervous look at your Daddy “we think it’s best to take you into the doctor today just to make sure everything is okay”, he stated calmly knowing the outburst that statement was going to bring. “No!”, you shouted trying to crawl away from your daddies but your Daddy easily hooked his arms around your waist - catching you. “No doctor!”, you screamed - wailing as your Daddy carried you over to the bench by the door to help get your shoes on. “You’re okay, sweetheart”, he tried to soothe you as he struggled to put a shoe on your flailing foot “It’s just to make sure everything’s okay”. You rubbed at your eyes - upset at how this day had gone - you didn’t need the doctor!
Sooner than you liked - you were bundled in your jacket and shoes and buckled into your car seat - your brothers staring at you curiously - wondering why you were so upset. Your daddies first drove to the Weasleys - dropping off your brothers first and you hiccuped - your tears running out as you saw your brothers go inside the house. It wasn’t fair! You angrily kicked the seat - ignoring the warning from your Daddy to settle down. You arrived at the doctors sooner than you liked and you squirmed around - trying to make it a very difficult job to carry you but after you got a warning to stop unless you wanted a spanking when you got home - you reluctantly settled down. Your Daddy sat down in the waiting room with you on his lap while your Papa filled out the paperwork and he wrote in detail what has been happening over the past week and a half - you not willingly using your diaper and the methods they have had to take to get you to use it.
A nurse walked in and called out your name and your Daddy followed her to the area where they check your weight and height. He laid you gently down on the enlarged baby scale - specially made for this facility and then after telling the nurse that you could stand on your own - he helped position you against the height chart on the wall. You whined a bit when the blood pressure cuff was wrapped around and a pulse oximeter was place on your finger. Then the nurse directed you and your daddies into a room and instructed them to strip you down to a diaper. You whined when the cold air hit your skin and then you squeaked as you were suddenly place stomach down on the table and then your diaper was pulled down and you could feel a cold thermometer being slowly pushed into you. You whined as the nurse held it there - not liking this at all - you weren’t sick! “Perfectly healthy”, the nurse declared finally taking it out of you and allowing your Daddy to fix your diaper. “The doctor will be with you in a moment”, she remarked as she finally left you alone and left the room.
It was only a few minutes before a kind looking man - you vaguely remember as Doctor Wilson came into the room. He picked up the sheet with your vitals on it and studied it for a moment. “I’m going to quickly check her ears and reflexes and then we can talk about the matter you put on your sheet”. Doctor Wilson collected some tools from a drawer and came over to you - using a special light to look in your ears, eyes and mouth. Then he took out a small rubber hammer - tapping it gently against your knee - testing your reflexes. He had your Daddy lie you down on the exam table so he could gently feel your stomach, sides and back - checking for any pain or abnormalities. “She seems in perfect health”, he declared allowing your Daddy to hold you again. “She doesn’t have any abnormal hardness or seem in any discomfort or have any blockages so I don’t think it’s a physical reason why she’s not going on her own. When she first stopped going on her own - do you remember what happened that day? Maybe something that could have triggered this? Anything unusual?”. Your Papa spoke up first - “It was a school day”, he recalled - thinking of that strange night and realizing now how strange you had acted. “She was fine in the morning and I assume fine during the day”, at the doctors look - he added “She has a local student that sort of looks after her while she’s at Hogwarts. It was only really when she came home - the trouble started. We typically like her to have a wet diaper before sleep so she won’t get a wet diaper that night and a rash but we had to convince her and massage her to get her to go. We figured that maybe she was just in a mood but then during the week and on the small trip we took - she just refused to go and she also becomes quite upset when we have to force her to go.” The doctor reflected on this before saying: “Do you think she perhaps is older than you are typically used to? Perhaps she does not need the diapers anymore?”. “No”, your Daddy intervened “She’s not acting any different - we have let her go on longer than we would normally and she’s had a few accidents because of it which isn’t very healthy for her to hold it for that long so that’s why we started off the massages”. “Perhaps then something happened at the school? Littles are very sensitive, if someone perhaps remarked something to her or if perhaps something happened with her diaper at school - this could cause her to not want to use it”, the doctor responded - studying you in your Daddy’s lap.
Your Daddies looked at each other - recalling how you kept insisting to be big and becoming upset every time they reminded you of being little. “Baby”, your Papa said to get you to look at him “Did someone say something to you? Is that why you don’t want to use your diaper anymore?” You squeezed your eyes shut - not wanting to think about the mean girls behind you in class who you had heard remarking about your diaper sticking out of the top of your skirt and how you shouldn’t be using them - how it was gross. You gripped your Daddy’s shirt as you nodded and said “Mean girls. Said shouldn’t being using diapers. Too big for them, said it was gross”. “Oh baby”, your Daddy breathed out - glad to get a answer out of you at last “You’re not too big for them sweetheart and it’s certainly not gross. You are our perfect perfect baby okay? “. “And we love you so much”, your Papa chimed in. The doctor smiled and said: “Well it looks like we’ve got the issue resolved then?” Your Daddies looked at the doctor and said yes and thanked them for his time before standing up and heading for the door.
As you were buckled into your car seat - your heart swelled with all the love your Daddies had just poured down on you and later that night as you were playing a game with your brothers - you noticed that your diaper was wet - the stress and worry of holding it in and being judged was now gone - allowing you to be free to be yourself again. You pulled yourself up on unsteady legs and went to find one of your Daddies in the kitchen. You tugged on your Daddy’s shirt and after he bent down to see what you needed - when he found out that you were wet and finally went on your own - he grinned and scooped you up reassuring you how loved you were. Yes you were loved you thought as you giggled as your Daddy blew a raspberry on your tummy. You were so so loved you thought as a fresh diaper was pulled on you and you stuck your fingers in your mouth - softly thinking of what was going to be for dinner and all the fun things to come.