Harry was helping Ron cook breakfast when the smell of crisp, perfect bacon filled the air. Harry choked for a moment and fled the room.
“Are you alright?” Ron asked, worried.
He found Harry in the next room, holding onto the umbrella basket as if his life depended on it. His face was a sickly shade of green.
“I’ll get Hermione,” Ron said, slightly panicked. Harry nodded miserably.
Ron ran from the room, his socks slipping on the hardwood floor.
Harry held onto the umbrella basket, praying. The nausea began to subside and he loosened his grip slightly.
He felt his fingers ache and he looked down at his hands as if he didn’t believe they could grip something that tightly. There were slight indentions in the thin metal where his fingers had dug in.
“Good lord,” Harry groaned. “Hermione did this how many times?”
Hermione slid down the hall in her pink slippers and robe in her rush to get to Harry. Ron followed her close behind.
Harry noticed she had a small bottle in her hand.
“Drink this,” Hermione said hurriedly and she shoved the bottle in Harry’s hands.
Harry downed the watery, slightly sweet, potion Hermione had given him. His nausea was gone immediately, although he still felt weak.
“Brilliant,” Harry croaked weakly. Hermione nodded knowingly.
“What was that?” Ron asked curiously.
“Morning sickness potion,” Hermione said shaking her head at Harry. “I have to run a test to make sure.”
“I think you’d better,” said Ron, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Please get Draco,” Harry whimpered.
Ron nodded and padded back down the hall. Hermione knelt next to Harry on the floor. “Are you OK?”
“I don’t feel like I’m going to die anymore,” Harry groaned as Hermione helped him to his feet.
Hermione snickered. “Well, don’t forget to take another one in an hour or you’ll feel worse. They have a way of catching up with you.”
“Good lord,” Harry said as he followed Hermione back into the kitchen.
He silently thanked God Ron had gotten more responsible over the years and took the pans off the burners before fleeing the kitchen. Breakfast was half cooked and cooling quickly, but Hermione seemed to think it would be fine.
Draco and Ron crashed around the corner, knocking a hat stand over in their rush. Hermione shook her head.
“You know, the children will never sleep through that racket.”
As if on cue, the baby started crying.
“I’ll get him,” Ron said as Hermione glared at him. He fled the kitchen.
“Bring the red bottle near the diaper bag,” Hermione called after him. She glanced at Harry and smiled.
Draco had a hand on Harry’s back and looked very concerned. Harry was shaking his head. “I’m OK.”
“Ron said you were an awful site,” Draco murmured.
“I’m sure he’s fine if that potion worked,” Hermione said sarcastically. “Don’t get silly.”
“Well, it’s not as if this type of thing happens everyday,” Draco said defensively. “He could be worse than anyone imagines.”
“Better survival rate than females, remember,” Hermione said as she placed the food back on the burners. “Much higher chances, actually. I’ll loan you the book. He’s acting positively normal.”
Draco relaxed visibly and gave Harry a gentle shove. “Whiner.”
“Bugger off,” Harry grinned.
“What’s ‘bugger’ mean?” Leo asked as he walked into the kitchen carefully carrying a red stoppered bottle.
“It’s a very rude word that nice people do not use in polite company,” Hermione said as she glared at Harry. He pinked slightly.
That seemed to be enough for Leo because he set the bottle on the kitchen table and sat patiently waiting for food. Hermione waved her wand and an apple flew out of the ice box and fell into pieces in front of Leo.
“Thank you,” he said and waved a piece at Draco in offering.
“Thank you,” said Draco as he shoved the piece of apple into Harry’s mouth. “Eat,” he said to Harry.
“For crying out loud,” Harry mumbled around the apple.
“You should drink that potion,” Hermione said. “Just to make sure.”
Harry took the small bottle in his hands and loosened the stopper. Draco breathed in as Harry swallowed the sweet potion.
“How long does it take?” Draco asked.
“Not long,” Hermione said as she turned around with a plate of bacon. “See.”
Draco looked startled as Harry’s forehead started glowing with a reddish aura. “Oh my God.”
“What?” said Harry, trying to look at his own forehead.
“A girl,” Draco whispered. “We’re going to be parents. We have a daughter.”
“A girl?” Harry breathed. “How do you know?”
“Boys are blue,” Leo piped in a voice that insinuated Harry was stupid.
“Don’cha know?” Draco said grinning.
“Well then,” Harry said, resting a hand on his abdomen. “It doesn’t even seem like it’s real.”
Hermione hugged Harry tightly. “You will have so much support in this. Don’t you worry at all. I know it’s scary.”
“I don’t think I’ve been pregnant long enough to be scared yet,” Harry laughed.
“Will Kelly have someone to play with?” Leo asked as he reached for a piece of bacon.
“The baby won’t be here for quite a while,” Hermione smiled. “Kelly will be running around with you by then.”
“Does it really happen that fast?” Draco asked as he helped Harry sit down.
“You don’t need to coddle him, you know,” Hermione chortled. “It seems like it happens faster. One minute they’re crying in the middle of the night and the next they’re trying to catapult the cat across the yard.”
“What!” Draco laughed trying to look horrified.
“Birds fly, don’t they?” Leo protested.
“A better bird-catcher?” Harry asked.
“We gave him a helmet,” Leo said as his mother put a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. “He liked it.”
Draco looked at Hermione.
“Crazy cat,” Hermione muttered. “Belongs in this family, I swear.”
“One from Crookshanks and that big black one that was hanging around your house?” Harry asked.
“The one that delivered under the porch the day the twins were born?” Hermione chuckled. “Yea.”
“Well, there’s a sign,” Draco said as the twins slid down the hall in their socks and narrowly missed upsetting the hat rack.
“A girl!” The twins squealed as they spotted Harry.
Ron walked into the kitchen holding Kelly. “Congratulations are in order, I see.”
“Thanks,” said Harry embarrassed.
“You might want to floo your mum,” Draco suggested. “She’ll be upset if she doesn’t know right away.”
“You’ve got her pegged,” Ron snorted and handed Hermione her youngest son. He walked to the stove and served the fried potatoes in a big wooden bowl. “I’ll go.”
Hermione strapped Kelly in his chair and put a few potatoes in front of him after blowing on them. He didn’t seem interested after she handed him a small cup of milk, however.
Ron walked out of the room and to Harry’s surprise, Draco followed him. Harry shook his head and began loading up his plate.
“What are you going to name your little girl?” Leo asked. The twins swiveled their heads and Harry felt his cheeks turn red.
“I don’t know,” Harry said. “We hadn’t given it much thought.”
“Heard you had a boy’s name,” Hermione snorted.
“That was Draco being stupid,” Harry waved her off and poured Leo some apple juice. “We didn’t have anything picked out.”
“I like Tonks,” Leo said.
“I like her, too,” said Hermione quickly. “But I think they want to pick out their own name.”
Leo seemed to mull this over.
“Josephine?” William suggested. Harry could tell them apart this morning because their pajamas had their initials monogrammed on them.
“Dracaena?” Adam said mischievously.
“Absolutely not,” Ron said walking back into the kitchen. “Mum’s on her way. Draco’s talking to her.”
“We’ll need more food,” sighed Hermione as she tried to rise from the table. Ron put a hand on each of her shoulders and pushed her back down.
“Like mum didn’t have breakfast ready at her house,” Ron snorted. “They’re just getting plates.”
Hermione looked relieved.
Arthur Weasley appeared in the door of the kitchen with Draco behind him, his hair uncombed and his pajamas rumpled. He shook his head at Harry, but was smiling. “Got yourself knocked up, did you?”
Harry felt his cheeks burn as Draco sat heavily beside him looking quite proud of himself.
“What’s ‘knocked up?’” Leo asked excitedly.
“Something else rude!” Hermione said quickly. “I swear, I should start using memory charms.”
Ron laughed heartily. “You’d never!”
“You’re right,” Hermione admitted. Arthur bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. Hermione scowled.
“We do love you, you know,” Harry snickered at her.
“You’re all plotting my demise,” Hermione muttered as she speared a bit of potato on her fork.
“Muahahahaha,” the twins chuckled in unison, rubbing their hands together.
“Dear Lord,” Molly said as she walked into the kitchen stirring batter in a bowl. “I think I see what they inherited from the Weasley side.”
“You have no idea,” Hermione said wearily.
“Grandma!” Adam, William, and Leo cried out.
“Hello, my loves,” Molly said beaming at them. “We’ll have muffins, soon.”
“We already have food,” Leo said sarcastically.
“We’ll see about that,” said Draco, stealing some potatoes and a piece of bacon off Leo’s plate.
“Hey!” Leo protested.
“You need room for grandma’s muffins,” said Ron. “Shush.”
Molly sat her bowl down and waved her wand at it. As the muffins began to make themselves she swooped down upon Harry and Draco, knocking their heads together soundly.
“Mum!” Ron shouted. “For Merlin’s sake!”
“It’s just so exciting!” Molly exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye and giving both Harry and Draco a kiss before swooping down on the little ones.
“More exciting than us?” Adam asked.
“I don’t know about that,” Hermione said exasperatedly.
“Somehow I doubt it,” Arthur said smiling at them. They looked pleased.
“You two are positively angels compared to your naughty uncles,” Molly said gently as she ruffled the twins hair.
“We need to work on that,” William remarked. Molly smacked him.
“I don’t think you need to work on anything,” said Ron shaking his head. “I think you need to finish eating and get dressed for the day.”
“Grandma’s muffins!” Adam protested.
“Will probably be ready and cooled by the time you get back down,” Arthur said. “You have plenty of time. Go get your robes on.”
“Then Quidditch!” Leo crowed hopping up from the table,
“Finish your plate,” Hermione pointed to the last few bites on his plate.”
Leo grumbled, but picked his fork back up. The twins inhaled their plates at an alarming speed before leaping to their feet and sprinting from the room.
“Amazing,” Draco mused as they crashed up the stairs.
Leo polished his plate and cleaned what was left if Adam and William’s plates. He snatched a piece of bacon back from Draco before sauntering upstairs after the twins.
“You should keep an eye on that one,” Draco said seriously.
“Trust me, we do,” Hermione said rolling her eyes.
Draco gave Harry a look.
“What do you mean?” Harry said seriously. The Weasleys looked up.
“He’s a Slytherin through and through,” Draco said, one eyebrow raised.
Molly shot him a look. Ron chuckled. Hermione smacked Ron.
“Well, it’s true,” Draco said as he turned his attention to his potatoes.
“He’s got a point,” Arthur said reluctantly. “He’s even got the swagger down.”
“Well, not all of them went bad,” Harry said, trying not to laugh.
“We’ll borrow the sorting hat and put it on your bulging belly and see how you feel,” Hermione said coolly.
“I don’t think it works that way,” Arthur said patronizingly. “But Draco does have a point. Leo’s got quite a talent for getting what he wants.”
Hermione snorted, but looked at Draco warily. “As if one wasn’t bad enough.”
Draco made a face at her.
This was going far better than planned.