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Draco had been very firm about the choice of names. James Draco Potter-Malfoy and Ronald Harry Potter-Malfoy.
Harry had been more than fine with it. Their sons were two very loud criers, who seemed to set each other off. Harry began to wonder if it was on purpose. Not that it mattered. Their sleeping patterns had gone out the window. But at least they weren’t the only ones.
The ministry was under immense pressure from a contingent of very angry parents. Were forced to admit they shouldn’t have intervened in Hogwarts Curriculum. Professor Umbridge was removed, much to Harry’s joy. Fudge now had the sharks circling and it would only be weeks before he was also oustered.
All the students returned to the dorms. Although given Harry and Draco’s unique circumstances. They were given an apartment, where they could cohabit with their sons. It was meagre but it was theirs.
Harry had continued his habit of cooking for them. Draco ate anything Harry put in front of him, and it was starting to show. Harry was wise not to comment, and in truth, it was partial revenge for the baby weight that wasn’t budging.
The other fifth years who now all spent a week awkwardly carrying around dolls. That cried at random intervals and felt relieved the whole thing was over. Although Harry noticed how Ron and Hermione were now not so subtly inseparable. As long as neither of them started a fight with each other. They’d be fine.
“This is ridiculous” Ron muttered holding the plastic doll by its leg.
“We can trade” Draco said holding out James. “If you hold a real baby like that. It won’t be alive for long.”
“Oh, I know. But if I hold it at this angle it doesn’t cry. Because it can’t make the connection.
Harry snorted, “I think that’s cheating. Also, what does Hermione think.”
“It’s my idea. I got bored and took it apart.”
Draco stepped backwards with his child. “I’m not letting either of you near our children. Or to reproduce.”
“You’re not the ones who keep getting woken up by a crying baby,” Ron said before he saw Draco’s raised eyebrow.
“I’ll rephrase that” Ron flushed. “Our child is programmed to cry every half an hour.” Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Alright. I’ll just stop talking.”
“Probably wise” Draco reassured.
“Come in class,” Professor McGonagall said calmly. She eyed Harry and Draco, “Will the twins remain quiet.”
“I’ve fed them. So hopefully? No promises” Harry said wryly.
Impressively James and Little Ron slept through class. Compared to their plastic counterparts.
Draco grinned proudly when he and Harry got top marks on the assignment. “Thank you, Potter.”
“Impressively you two managed to get the highest marks” Snape said with a long sigh.
“Wait. Higher than Hermione.”
“Yes,” Snape said with a sigh.
“I think this might be the highest result I’ve gotten. And all I had to do was give birth” Harry grinned.
“I can’t wait for summer” Draco murmured kissing Harry’s cheek.
“Please use birth control” Snape growled nostrils flaring.
“No promises Professor” Draco smirked.
“He’ll use birth control,” Harry said firmly. “I want to graduate before I give birth again”
“That’s a very low bar” Ron smirked.
“That’s a brave sentiment coming from you Weasley” Snape commented as he swept away. “Potter I’ll expect to see you later.”
“That rude” Ron murmured.
“We’ve all seen your potions grades,” Harry said wryly.
“You can practice on me later” Draco murmured. “I don’t mind, and you need..”
“Yeah. I know” Harry nodded.
“We’ll get through it together”
Harry smiled at Sirius as he played with the twins. The Music spilled out from the wedding tent. The loud celebration of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. “I’m worried” Harry admitted quietly to Draco.
“I know” Draco murmured.
“If something happens to me. To…” Harry trailed off.
“Our sons will be safe. I promise you” Draco promised.
Harry sighed, “I just don’t want to go away from you” Harry said eyes watering.
Draco sniffed and squeezed Harry’s arm. “I know you, and you’re going to do this. Because you're brilliant, and then you are going to come home to me” Draco reassured. “And then we’ll be a family again.”
“What if they forget me?”
“Our boys will never forget you, Harry. Because you’re brilliant, and if you don’t come home. They’ll know it’s because you fought for their future” Draco said hugging Harry tightly. “But please. Please come home.” He sniffed softly, his cheeks wet.
“Draco are you crying?” Harry murmured, trying to hold it together.
“Yes. I love you Harry” Draco sniffed. “I need you to get through this. I need you to kick his arse”
Harry chuckled, “I love you Draco. And I love the boys”
Draco smiled and squeezed his hand. A silver blue whisp floated toward the tent ominously. “What is that?” Draco frowned.
“A Patronus” Harry frowned.
“Sirius. Take the boys” Draco said firmly.
"Will do" Sirius groaned heaving them up
“Draco,” Harry said firmly.
“I’m seeing what’s going on.. then I’m going” Draco promised as he nodded to Sirius. They ran back into the tent as Kingsley’s words floated out of the Patronus.
A few year later...
Harry had survived.
Against the odds, Harry hadn’t died. Well, He had but then he came back. Draco still didn’t quite understand that.
Harry had survived. He truly was the boy who lived. Draco still remembered how much Harry sobbed when he hugged the twins. They were getting older now. It was funny how quick James and Ronnie were growing. Full of energy and mischievous to a level that constantly surprised Draco.
They’d lost people. But out of the loss people worked hard to make up for it. People began to have families. Sirius and Remus, had three sons, in quick succession. Bill and Fleur had a daughter of their own a couple of years after the war. Ron and Hermione got married on New Year’s Eve of the millennium. The boys had been flower boys, Hermione had been wise enough to not give them the responsibility of holding the rings. Hermione and Ron came back from their honeymoon in Belgium proudly announcing they were expecting. (Draco didn’t quite understand why they’d picked Belgium of all places. But it wasn’t his honeymoon).
Hugo Weasley was born on the fourth of September that year. Draco was certain it was the happiest Hermione had ever been.
Draco and Harry purchase a home in the countryside just outside of Bath. They bought a cat whom the boys adored and terrorised in equal measure. Draco began training as a healer, and eventually took a posting at St Mungo’s. Harry became a stay-at-home parent; he liked being home with the boys. Draco would always come home, and his sons would happily regale him with tales of their adventures. When Harry wasn’t tutoring them, readying them to eventually go off to Hogwarts.
It was one evening like that when the doorbell rang. Draco squeezed his son’s shoulders and got up and went to the door. His parents stood on the doorstep, nervous expressions on their faces.
Draco felt his whole world stop. “Ha…Harry” he stammered.
Harry walked out of the kitchen. “Yes? What’s wrong?” Harry could see the panic on Draco’s face.
“My parents” Draco swallowed, he glanced at the boys oblivious or at least not quite understanding.
“Oh” Harry nodded understanding Draco’s concern. “I’m happy to let them in? If you are?”
Draco nodded; they’d looked for him during the Battle for Hogwarts. Draco had hid from them like a coward, ashamed to restart that relationship after two years away. He shouldn’t have been surprised they tracked him down.
Harry joined him and squeezed Draco’s hand tightly. Draco opened the front door and forced a smile. “Hello Mother, Hello Father.”
“Hello Mr and Mrs Malfoy” Harry smiled. “Come in.”
“Draco. You look so?”
“Happy?” Draco offered.
“Chubby” Lucius said flatly.
Draco’s eyes narrowed, “Father…”
“Well, these are our boys” Harry coughed trying to hide his smile. “James and Ronnie”
The two boys waved looking confused. “Dads?” Ronnie asked.
“James, Ronnie these are my parents. Your grandparents” Draco explained.
“Hello Boys,” Lucius said looking at the twins curiously. They both had Harry’s dark hair although they carried Draco’s jaw and eyes. Even though they were identical, both were beginning to find their own styles. James's hair was longer, while Ronnie kept his neatly. James often wore quidditch jerseys, Ronnie wore neat polo shirts.
“Look at you, how old are you both now?” Narcissa asked curiously.
“We’re seven,” James said unsure.
“We looked for you” Lucius said to Draco.
“I know. I wasn’t ready” Draco said honestly. “I’m sorry.”
“No. We’re sorry, you shouldn’t have had to fight on your own. And raise your sons without us” Lucius reassured. “Both you and Harry, are our family.”
“We want to make up for lost time” Narcissa smiled. “For missing your wedding. Everything.”
Draco swallowed and looked at Harry uncertainly, “Harry?”
“Everyone deserves a second chance” Harry nodded, “And my parents are dead.”
Draco sighed, “Why don’t you stay for dinner. Harry is cooking is delicious” Draco smiled.
“That sounds lovely” Narcissa smiled.
“Perhaps you could do with eating a little less dinner” Lucius commented glancing down at Draco’s spare tire.
“Dad he’s calling you tubby” Ronnie grinned.
“Yes, thank you Ronnie I was aware” Draco sighed.
“You look great to me” Harry smiled kissing Draco’s cheek. “Boys why don’t you go set the table. Let's let your Dad and his parents catch up" he said ushering his sons from the room.