Harry and Draco lay in their bed peacefully. The morning sun was filtering through the transparent window coverings, giving the room a grayish tinge. Harry cuddled closer to Draco. Infuriating, the way he always took the covers.
Draco pushed back at Harry in a way Harry wasn’t expecting at all. With a lazy sigh, Harry snuggled his head in at the nape of Draco’s neck and reached a hand up to Draco’s chest. Draco brought a hand up to meet Harry’s. Their fingers intertwined and Harry felt his fingertips brush the dusting of blonde hair on Draco’s chest.
Harry began waking up. He pushed forward, his usual morning state proving itself useful. Draco moaned slightly and arched his back.
“Morning,” Harry whispered.
“Good morning,” Draco said, reaching back to adjust his partner’s erection through his pajama pants.
“You know we only have another week of this without repercussions,” Harry said, his breathing getting heavy.
Their bedroom door was flung open with a bang. Three small boys tore into the room.
“Good morning!” the twins sang.
“Or not,” Draco muttered.
“Boys!” Hermione’s voice rang out. “I told you to knock!”
“They were awake!” Leo yelled. Harry groaned.
“Boys!” Hermione said, drawing a pink dressing gown around her middle tightly. “I told you they might be having Private Time!”
“They can’t have Private Time!” Will or Adam proclaimed. After three days Draco and Harry still couldn’t tell the difference.
“And why not?” Draco asked haughtily.
“You’re not parents,” Adam or Will said and made a face.
“Well, they might want to be and you need Private Time for that,” Hermione said with a frown. “Knock next time. Or get an eyeful of what you deserve.”
“Gee, thanks,” Harry said weakly.
“Harry said we could have broom rides today,” one of the twins protested.
“After breakfast,” Hermione said. “Now, down to the kitchen.”
Small voices protested, but went back into the hall.
“Gods,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.”
“We should have locked it,” Draco said, yawning.
“No you shouldn’t,” Hermione said, annoyed. “It’s basic manners to knock.”
Ron yawned as he walked in the door. He spotted Harry and Draco. He visibly jumped.
“Oh dear,” he blurted out. “I mean - I don’t - the boys – they need to learn to knock!”
“They didn’t see anything funny,” Harry said, sighing. He knew Ron a bit too well.
“I didn’t mean,” Ron started, red creeping up his face.
“Well, I certainly don’t want them pointing and laughing at me,” Draco said, pulling the covers up. “Small children have a peculiar sense of humor and my bum is particularly pale.”
Hermione began to laugh.
“What? You’re surprised?”
“Luminescent, more like,” Harry said tossing the covers off, his ardor cooled.
“Yea?” Draco said sarcastically. “Well, you’ve got a crooked winky.”
“Too much!” Ron said covering his ears and running from the room.
“Gods, neither of you have changed,” she managed to choke out. “Well, except for the matching pajamas.”
“They were on sale and they only had one color left,” Harry said, annoyed.
Draco yawned widely. “Molly thinks they’re cute.”
“I’d like to take some samples later this afternoon,” Hermione said. “So don’t get romantic if you get the inclination.”
Draco shrugged. It seemed as if he expected as much. He got out of bed and stretched. Hermione found herself admiring the view for a moment. She shook her head to clear it.
“Tea!” Leo sang out as he followed 3 floating cups of tea into the bedroom. Harry, Hermione, and Draco each took one when they stopped.
“Why, thank you,” Harry said, smiling.
“Breakfast in twenty minutes,” Leo said proudly before turning and pounding his little feet back down the hall.
Draco sipped at his tea, but quickly sputtered it out.
“What’s wrong?”” Hermione asked as Harry pounded him on the back.
“They’ve used salt instead of sugar!” Draco exclaimed.
“He’s letting the twins help,” Hermione said in horror.
The three of them pounded towards the kitchen.
“Well,” said Ron, taking a bit of his omelet. “This is quite nice.”
The twins, who were still covered in flour, nodded in agreement. Leo, one side of his hair plastered down with a bit of dried egg, gurgled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, dear,” Hermione said.
“They were only in here for 10 minutes,” Draco said, his voice faint.
The twins had been fighting over who got to help their father measure flour when the bag in question exploded with a burst of uncontrolled magic. The kitchen was coated with white powder. Leo had been holding an egg, which he threw in fear. Unfortunately for him, he threw towards the ceiling.
“You have no idea,” Ron said, beginning to laugh. “They got into my shed one day. Burned outlines of themselves through the wall with a Magical Cutter. Could have severed an ear.”
“Then we had to patch the child-sized holes,” Hermione said. “And it’s all this one.” She gestured at Leo. “Never had problems with the twins until this one. Clever boys.”
The children beamed. Apparently they were used to being teased in this way.
“We were measuring our bodies,” said Will or Adam.
“So if we were kidnapped by pirates they could identify us by the holes in the wall,” Adam or Will said.
Draco nodded as if this made sense.
“We were at my parents and they saw a bit of some crime show on the telly,” Hermione rolled her eyes.
“You were doing body outlines?” Harry asked them.
The boys mimed grotesque poses, their tongues lolling out and syrup dripping from their forks.
“Oh, I say!” Draco said, laughing.
“You’ll think it’s funny until one of yours puts a hole in the wall,” Hermione said shaking her head.
A cry sounded from the next room and Ron rolled his eyes.
“I’ll get him,” Hermione said. “He’ll enjoy a bit of egg.”
“I don’t know how you manage,” Harry said, shaking his head.
“Well, they’re great kids,” Ron said. The little ones beamed. “They’re rambunctious, but they’re usually polite and well behaved.”
“We’re nice!” Will and Adam said in unison.
“Of course you are,” Harry said assuredly.
“Are you done eating yet?” Leo asked, his plate clean.
“One more bit of sausage,” said Harry, chewing fast. “Done!”
The children cheered and Harry led a small parade up the stairs.
“We do have to get our clothes on first,” Harry said, his voice fading. “And don’t forget your cloaks.”
Hermione walked back into the kitchen, Kelly smiling happily in her arms.
“Wave hello to Uncle Draco,” Hermione said absentmindedly as she wove her way through the kitchen.
Draco’s face went slack. Hermione looked at him.
“I’m sorry, is that OK?”
“Yea,” Draco said, his voice cracking a little. “Yea, it’s OK.”
Ron raised an eyebrow. Draco looked like he blinked back a tear. Hermione handed Draco her son.
Kelly found a most wonderful thing: blond hair. He squealed happily before he grabbed two handfuls of it. Thankfully he didn’t tug too hard.
Hey!” Draco protested weakly.
“Gettem!” Ron said enthusiastically. Hermione slapped Ron on the back of the head.
Draco untangled himself and poked Kelly on the nose.
“We don’t assault unsuspecting people,” Draco said sternly. “It’s not nice.”
“Na nie!” Kelly said going for Draco’s hair again.
“’Not nice’ is not a good thing,” Draco insisted, dodging tiny hands.
Hermione giggled. She sat down with a plate of food. Ron looked slightly annoyed as he rose and pulled a high chair over. He took Kelly from Draco and the baby fussed a bit.
“We’ll let you have round 2 after breakfast,” Ron murmured as he strapped Kelly into the chair. Draco looked annoyed.
Hermione sighed and savored a bite of her breakfast. She had a dreamy smile on her face.
“Most peaceful breakfast you’ve had in awhile?” Draco asked as he reached for the plate of bacon.
“You have no idea,” Ron said, putting a small dish of cooled scrambled eggs in front of Kelly. Kelly grabbed a handful of eggs and shoved them in his mouth.
Ron shook his head and smiled.
“I can’t believe they talked you into this.”
“What makes you think they talked me into anything?” Draco said, slightly guarded.
“Because mum is completely mad and Harry’s a sentimental sap,” Ron said. He rubbed the unshaved side of his face and it made a scratchy sound.
“You’ve got that right,” Draco said shaking his head.
“I mean, really, Draco,” Hermione said. “Have you talked this over with Harry thoroughly?”
“Why aren’t you asking him this?” Draco asked, a little sharply.
“Because we’ll get a real answer out of you,” Ron said.
Draco appraised him coolly. “That’s not fair, you know.”
“Tough,” said Hermione.
“You get satisfaction out of seeing me squirm,” Draco accused her crossing his arms.
“You’re avoiding the subject,” she said, eyes narrowed. “And, yes. I quite enjoy it.”
“It’s only fair, you know,” Draco said, his shoulders sagging and his hands going back to his breakfast.
“I’m trying to be nice about it,” Hermione said, still piercing him with her eyes.
“Yes, I’ve talked about it with Harry,” Draco said, chewing on some bacon. “He wants my child but I’m a bit afraid of it. What if he dies? We don’t know enough about this. What type of parent would I be without him?”
Hermione’s face softened.
“I had the twins in the Spanish desert,” Hermione said.
“WHAT!” Draco exploded, his hands banging down on either side of his plate.. “What happened? I never heard anything about this!”
Ron looked genuinely surprised at Draco’s outburst.
“We didn’t tell Molly and Arthur,” Hermione said. “She’d have had a stroke.”
“Certainly she would!” Draco said.
“Well I nearly did!” Ron exclaimed. “I had to help them into the world.”
“I’d have died,” Draco said, shaking his head. “How’d you pull it off? How’d you get in the desert?”
“I was looking for a special flower for a potion,” Hermione shrugged.
“Then she went into labor and the carpet we had at the time broke down halfway back,” Ron said. “It was terrifying.”
“And we didn’t know they were twins,” Hermione said. “We thought something had gone wrong.”
“Oh my God,” Draco said, his face full of disbelief. “What happened?”
“Well, she would have been more help if she’d had a mirror,” Ron said grinning. “Really, all I did was catch them.”
Hermione made a face.
“Well, I’d read a bit about birthing techniques in different parts of the world so I had some idea,” Hermione said. “A lot of people don’t consider birthing that big of a deal.”
“Well, I certainly do,” said Draco visibly annoyed. “Especially if we don’t know anything about men birthing.”
“I’d be terrified,” Ron said. “I think you’re both mad.”
“Ron!” Hermione said, horrified.
“Really, Hermione,” Ron said, annoyed. “Men aren’t made for this sort of thing. The outcome may be tragic.”
“How so?” Draco asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Two words,” Ron said. “Crabbe and Goyle.”
“I completely agree,” Draco said. He wasn’t surprised when the couple had made themselves known, although he did find it repulsive.
“You’re both terrible,” Hermione said hotly.
“Oh, come on, Hermione,” Ron said. “Even you’d have to admit they shouldn’t breed.”
“And they’re not the only ones that shouldn’t” Draco said. “A lot of people are going to rush into things without thinking.”
“So have you thought?” Hermione asked.
“I have,” Draco said with a shaky breath. “I love him. I’d like a family. A good one this time.”
Hermione nodded while Ron tidied up Kelly and gave him more egg.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Hermione said. “We just have to get the mechanics down. This time around we have St. Mungo’s.”
“True,” said Draco.
“I just can’t believe mum was the one to figure it out,” Ron said absentmindedly. “What are the chances?”
“Well, it’s not like anyone was tracking the cycle, was it?” Hermione said. “Now that we have hard evidence we can watch it more closely. What if there’s a trackable cycle of wizarding births?”
“Well, that’s interesting,” Draco said, leaning back.
“Especially for dark wizards,” Hermione said, glumly.
“Gods, this certainly opened a can of worms, didn’t it?” Draco mused.
“Well, better us discover it first than them,” Ron said, grabbing another piece of bacon and nibbling on it.
“Quite true,” Hermione said. “But really, we don’t know anything yet.”
“Am I going to get a –a- thing?” Draco asked suddenly panicked.
“A thing?” Hermione said blankly.
“You know,” Draco said blushing furiously. Ron looked curious. “A woman’s monthly – thing!”
“Heavens no,” Hermione said shocked. Ron burst out laughing.
“Well if it happened to gay males it’s as likely to happen to straight males,” Draco said angrily. “I have a feeling this thing doesn’t differentiate.”
Ron looked at Hermione, shocked.
“Well, yes,” Hermione said. “All males will have the chance to get pregnant.”
“Not a chance,” Ron said firmly.
“Well, that’s not something you have to worry about,” Hermione said, ignoring her husband.
“Good,” said Draco, relaxing a bit. “I have a feeling I’ll have enough to worry about.”
“You have no idea,” said Hermione.