All is found - ProseMary - Harry Potter (2024)

“Do you know Jay is coming back to Britain? My coach told me he’s going to play Seeker for the Kestrels.”

Ginny’s announcement sent the whole room into an awkward silence. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look before glancing to the other side of the dinning table, where Draco was sitting and, at the same time, trying very hard keeping his facade as the forbidden name was mentioned.

Next to him, his husband had tensed up visibly.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, hesitantly, not looking up from his plate. “His sister mentioned something about it. We bumped into each other in the Ministry’s hall. Three days ago, I think.”

Draco fought not to snort. June Rossy worked as the secretary at the Public Information Services office, which Draco never saw crossed path with the Head Auror’s business in thirty years of his life, but now, just happened to meet Harry three days ago - a person just returned from a international conference exactly four days ago, to tell him that her brother, Jay Rossy, the love of Harry’s life, was going to be in the same country as him after half a decade.

Draco would eat his hand before believing that this whole bumping into each other was accidental.

“What happened to Kestrels’ current Seeker? Holton, isn’t it?” Ron asked, a clear effort to change the subject. Though Draco had hoped for a further change than that.

“Getting married.” Ginny said, nonchalantly. “In Spain. Apparently he knocked up the Spanish Minister of Magic’s daughter last time he visited the place, and now he had to move there on the Minister’s request. But I wouldn’t worry about it, with the Minister as father-in-law, that man can get into the Spanish national team. He may play in the next World Cup, even if he would never make the team here in Britain.”

Much, much further than that.

With Jay Rossy’s name hovering in the air, the last thing Draco wanted was a reminder of how Harry had to marry him because he knocked him up as well. It had been the result of a drunken encounter. Harry had been desperate and broken after his seven-year boyfriend left him for a Quidditch offer of the most valuable club in Belgium, and Draco had been desperate and broken because he had been in love with Harry for so long and that had been his only chance.

Still, the pregnancy part came as much a shock to him as to Harry.

He had assured that Harry shouldn’t worry about any responsibility if he didn’t want to. Draco could never chain the man he loved with such burdens forever like that. He should’ve known better that, being the hero as he always was, Harry insisted on doing the honourable thing regardless.

So they got married shortly afterwards, and welcomed Scorpius Potter six months later.

Now it had been six years, and things were going better than ever.

Harry was the best Head Auror that Britain had ever seen, and even a better husband, full of love and devotion to his family. Scorpius was the brightest ray of sunshine in their lives, a mini-version of Harry with the messy dark hair and crystal green eyes. He was their perfect son, minus the teeny tiny point that sometimes the kid worryingly ate too much. And now, they were thinking of expanding their little family, with a boy named James. Or a girl named Lily, perhaps.

But Draco supposed it was too good to last. Every bubble had to pop, soon or later, by one thing or another, because that was just how life worked. Draco’s life especially.

In this case, it would be the return of Jay Rossy.

Jay Rossy, who was a friendly, caring Hufflepuff.

Jay Rossy, who had a smile like an angel.

Jay Rossy, who was tall and lean and had all kinds of athletic fitness.

Jay Rossy, who was one of the greatest Seekers that Britain had witnessed in this century.

Jay Rossy, who was the only one that deserved to be with the Saviour of the Wizarding World.

Jay Rossy, who had the same platinum blond hair as Draco.

Jay Rossy, who never had the same past as Draco.

…

“Are you alright? You barely ate at dinner.” Harry asked worriedly when they were lounging on the sofa, watching a tedious game show. All the guests had gone home, with Scorpius tagging along with Hermione to have a sleepover with Rose. “Is this about your paper on Wolfsbane Panacea getting rejected?”

“Nah, I figured out what I got wrong in that paper and found a way to fix it already. I just have too many snacks before dinner, I guess.”

Harry laughed, patted Draco’s stomach playfully. “And whose fault is that? I remember vividly, telling you not to fill up with all the jelly. You’re lucky that Hermione didn’t know all her effort on Pho was wasted because of jelly. She specifically made that because you said you wanted to try something Asian this evening.”

“Merlin, she would certainly say something like ‘There is a time when you know you have to stop filling up on jelly, Draco, and it was when you’re five years old.’ ”

“Well, she would have been right. So you’re really alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I thought that maybe… hearing Jay returning here made you uncomfortable somehow. With the past between him and me, you know…”

“No!” Draco lied hastily. “I mean, the past is the past, isn’t it?”

“Yes, exactly. The past is the past. I couldn’t care less about what Jay’s up to. I got you and Scorp now, and hopefully a little boy with blond hair and grey eyes very soon.”

Unlike Draco, who was indecisive, Harry was very specific about what he hoped for in their next child. It would normally elate Draco to no end, but now, all he could think about was how Jay Rossy also had blond hair and grey eyes. He never questioned it out loud, but he always got a feeling that was the exact reason why Harry slept with him the first drunken night they were together.

“Hey hey, why do you look upset again?” Harry asked, smoothing the frown between Draco’s brow. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Well, I’m upset because I can’t think of how on earth to meet those meticulous expectations of yours. Except you can somehow conceive a Metamorphmagus, then you can have whatever hair and eyes you want.”

“I will consult your aunt then. But in the meantime, shall we keep trying the original way? Maybe we will get lucky. I have a feeling you will.”

“But I haven’t decided if I want another boy or not. And Scorp definitely doesn’t want a baby brother, he made that very clear the other day.”

“Scorp doesn’t want so much as a puppy if it threatens to take away any part of our attention on him. But I’m confident that we can change his mind around it, once it happens. Anyway, at least we can agree on the colour of the hair and the eyes, can’t we?”

“Yes… I suppose so…”

“Well then…” Harry smiled, gathered Draco in his arms and kissed him deeply.

In their bedroom that night, Draco had tried very hard to make Harry’s wish come true.

A son with blond blond hair and grey grey eyes.

And maybe he would grow up to be excellent at Quidditch.

And maybe he would become one of the greatest Seekers that Britain had witnessed in the century.

***

“You mustn’t overthink it, Draco. You’re Harry’s husband, while Jay is nothing but a whisper in the street.” Hermione said the next morning when Draco came over to pick up Scorpius. Over the years, they had struck up a close-knit relationship. He now found himself seeking her for advice every time something troubling him, and vice versa.

“It’s impossible to not overthink. Harry’s been with this man for five years, and maybe in love with him more than that. In fact, I’m not even sure if Harry ever got over Rossy.”

“Draco, you’re being ridiculous. Harry loves you, anyone can see that.”

“I didn’t say he does not. But I also know he only stays with me because he had to, at that time, and that he couldn’t have Rossy. But now…”

“What? You think Harry would leave you for Jay or something?”

“He is who Harry deserves.”

Hermione heaved a sigh, put aside her knitting kits, a sign that Draco was about to receive her full attention. In other words, a sign that he was being too stupid for her to handle under divided focus.

“I honestly can’t understand why people are making so much fuss about Jay this and Jay that. In my opinion, even Zacharias Smith is better than him.”

Knowing Zacharias Smith, Draco perked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, at that time, Harry was too infatuated with him to see straight, but outsiders like me and Ron saw it all. They argued constantly, and not about mundane stuff like who would cook dinner, or who left the dirty sock on the floor, or who is their favourite character in a book,... Stuff like you and Harry often fight about. No, the things they were on, it was hug e, and more often than not, bordered to the point one of them would have to change everything in their life just to solve the problem. Harry always assured me that they were fine, and all couples were like that, mine and Ron were just a rare case of a couple supporting each other all the time. I disagree, you know, but Jay was Harry’s first real boyfriend ever, and he was so good-looking, so shiny, so not traumatised by the war and so not at all be with Harry because of his name and fame. It didn’t help that all the media kept praising them as the best match of the history, or something like that. It sent Harry into a false delusion, thinking that Jay was his destiny, his the one . No one can advise him otherwise at that time. He’s a bit stubborn like that, but I’m sure you know it already. Luckily, he got out of his head at last and got over that terrible boyfriend, who I’m pretty sure didn’t spare a single thought about all the years they spent together when he received that offer in Belgium and decided to break up with Harry.”

Draco sipped on his tea, musing quietly. During the whole six years they had been married, he never once brought up the subject of Rossy himself, to Harry or any of his friends, no matter how curious he was. He was too afraid of the thing he would find out. Hermione had meant well, she probably wanted to get rid of his insecurities by relating her view on the relationship between Harry and Rossy, but all Draco actually learnt from the story was that Harry was madly in love with that man.

Hermione and Ron might not like Jay Rossy, thinking that he didn’t deserve Harry, but there was only one person whose opinion actually mattered. And it happened to be Harry’s.

Harry, who had thought Jay Rossy was the one then.

Harry, who might still think Jay Rossy was the one now.

Thankfully, Scorpius chose that moment to burst into the room, saving Draco from sinking deeper in his depressed line of thoughts.

“Papa, papa!” His son called cheerfully, climbed on his lap and placed a wet kiss on his cheek. “Did you and dad miss me?”

“Of course, mate. We both cried ourselves to sleep last night because you weren’t there kissing us goodnight.”

“Then I will kiss you twice tonight.” Scorpius pressed two chubby fingers against Draco’s face, then added another one after what seemed to be a thoughtful moment. “No, three times. Because last week I was at Teddy’s and I didn’t kiss you goodnight too.” Then he announced loudly. “I’m hungry.”

That drew a frown on Hermione’s face. But knowing the boy since his birth, she didn’t take it as an implication to her insufficient hospitality. “You’ve just had a full breakfast with bacon, eggs, sausage and pudding, Scorp, that’s as many as your Uncle Ron has on a hard day. You can’t possibly be hungry by now.”

Scorpius wholeheartedly disagreed with that, and he launched into a long speech to explain to Hermione that it was indeed possible for him to get hungry. He listed a series of things that he had done since breakfast, which was always his way of proving his point when somebody accused him of getting hungry too quickly. His son was not very creative in that regard. After all, it might be a little far-fetched to expect that he and Harry could manage to make and raise a child that had Ravenclaw’s traits.

“People would think we’re starving you for days, Scorp. Thank Merlin you were born in a family where your dads have enough money to keep you well-fed.” Draco teased, rubbing his son’s soft tummy when Scorpius finished explaining to an unimpressed Hermione. “How about we go shopping for some snacks before we get home? How does jelly sound to you?”

“You’re just going to eat all the jelly. I’ll have the chocolate, thanks.”

Laughing warmly at his son, Draco picked him up and gathered his small backpack in his arm. He bid Rose and Hermione goodbye, lingering for Scorpius to do the same before heading for the Floo.

“Remember—” Hermione said when handing him the Floo Powder. “–You’ve seen Harry at his worst - and I’m not even talking about the months and days he showered with alcohol after Jay left. And now you have Harry at his best. No one can ever compete with that.”

***

Hermione’s words had seemed wise at the time, allowing Draco another month of living carefree and coating himself in his husband’s and son’s love, until one weekend, when he opened the door to find none other than Jay Rossy standing at his doorstep.

Masking his surprise, Draco pretended he had no idea who the man was. “Hello. How may I help you?”

“Oh, hello.” The angelic smile immediately appeared, almost blinding. “I’m looking for Harry. Harry Potter. Does he still live here?”

Could it be that the man was also playing the pretending game like Draco?

“Yes, my husband still lives here.”

A mean glint sparked in Rossy’s eyes, but his smile remained serene. “Ah, yes, I think I’ve read somewhere about the wedding. What’s your name? I didn’t remember it.”

“Draco. Draco Potter .”

“Formerly Malfoy, is that right? I must say the story of how you tricked my poor friend into marriage is quite inspiring, but isn’t pregnancy a pretty low card for a former Death Eater to play?”

Right there, within one minute of their first face-to-face meeting, Jay Rossy had managed to boil Draco’s blood to the level that no one managed in the last ten years, and stirred the sudden desire of punching someone in the face within him. Thankfully, he didn’t need to resolve to violence, yet, as a low voice came behind him.

“Jay?” Harry came to the door, having heard a familiar voice from the past. “What are you doing here?”

The man in question broke into a huge grin, stepped forwards, shoved Draco aside as he went, and engaged Harry in an unwelcome hug. Taken off guard, Harry could only pat hesitantly on Rossy’s back, while glancing awkwardly at his husband. Draco, on the other hand, could only stare.

“Oh my gosh, look at you.” Rossy exclaimed with a cringy accent, cupping Harry’s face in his hands, as if he had the right. “You look amazing, and not a single more wrinkle than six years ago. Gosh, I miss you so much.” Then he proceeded to another hug, much more tight and intimate than the last one.

Luckily, noticing the bewildered look on Draco’s face, Harry had ended the hug as quickly as it started, stepped aside to put more distance between him and his ex-boyfriend. “Er… what are you doing here?” Harry repeated, confusing.

“Visiting you, of course. I’ve just finished signing my contract for the season at Kenmare Kestrels, and the first thing I think of doing after that is come to see you. I’m not sure if you’re at home, and I had half a mind to try your office first. But there you are and here I am! How lucky that I try your home, huh?”

“It’s the weekend, Jay. Of course I’ll be home.” Harry pointed out.

“But you usually work so much, everyday of the year. Remember how many times I’d surprised you at your office when you were working late at night? Or how many weekends we’d spent fooling around the department because it was necessary for you to be there, but not necessary enough to actually do any work?”

Draco snorted loudly, unable to retain his polite facade anymore. It was obvious that Rossy was going to treat Harry’s husband with the highest disrespect, either pretending he was just a third wheel in the reunion of two ex-lovers, or pretending he didn’t exist at all.

Well, do to others as they do to you .

“Actually, Harry hasn’t worked on weekends anymore since we married.” Draco said, sneaking an arm around his husband’s waist, pulling him close. “He’d rather spend time with his family now. Don’t you, darling ?”

Harry smiled, saw through Draco’s jealousy, who only used pet names when he had a point to prove. “Yes. I’m different now. Anyway, would you like to come in for tea? We shouldn’t have all this conversation by the door like this.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Rossy said. “Can we do it in the yellow living room? If it’s still there? I love that room. You and I used to watch TV every night there, remember? Sometimes we even fell asleep right on the sofa.”

“The room’s green now, but we can still have tea there. But I suppose it will be only you and I, Draco has to leave for an interview with Potion Monthly. They’re going to publish his paper on the Wolfbane Panacea in next month’s edition. Hopefully it will be as successful as his last research on Moonlit Draught.”

“Oh, how nice!” Rossy exclaimed, obviously referring to the fact that Draco would be out of the picture this afternoon.

“I’ll have Scorp down to join you two.” Draco said when the guest casually made his own way to the green living room. “He won’t like tea, but he will be down for some scones. Just make sure he doesn’t eat too much, or else Molly won’t be happy when he goes there tonight.”

“You’re still sure you don’t want me to go with you to the interview? We can take Scorp with us and tell Jay to come back another time.”

The ‘tell Jay to come back another time’ had its merits, but if Harry went with him, the press would want to include him in the article again, or a separate article if what they got from Harry was interesting enough. Harry hated when something like that happened. He was no longer fond of the media as he used to be since he and Draco got married.

“No, I’ll be done real quick.” He said finally. “Then we can have our romantic anniversary tonight. I made the reservation at Aloha Mora at seven, so I guess I’ll see you at the restaurant?”

“Alright, I won’t be late.” Harry leaned in and gave him a sound kiss. “Good luck with your interview.”

Draco only planned to return with a brief kiss, but he heard the footsteps in the distance and decided to turn it into a fervent snog. He knew he had done a good job when Harry had the dazed glint in his eyes and a goofy grin on his face when they broke apart.

“What was that for?” Harry asked, lingering on Draco’s lips.

“Something for you to remember during your tea with your ex-boyfriend.”

“That I will.” Harry laughed good-naturedly, love filled his gaze. “But seriously, don’t worry, nothing will happen. Jay probably talks about all the stuff in the past because that’s the only thing we have in common. Don’t let his words get to you.”

As if the stuff in the past wasn’t intimidating enough. “If you say so.”

“I do say so. You’d better hurry though, your appointment is in ten minutes, isn’t it? I’ll come upstairs and get Scorp down.”

“Alright, and tell him he doesn’t need to comb his hair today. I want him to look just like you at your tea party.”

“Ha ha, as you wish. Alright, see you tonight!”

“Yes, see you tonight, honey .”

***

Draco had planned for a surprise for Harry at dinner with a bouquet of red camellia - Harry’s favourite flower, but he didn’t expect Harry to have a surprise for him as well.

“What. Is. He. Doing. Here?” Draco grunted each and every letter when the waiter showed him to their reserved table, only to find his husband was not waiting alone.

Rossy looked at him with a triumphant grin, spoke up before Harry could have a chance to explain. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. It’s my birthday today and my sister just cancelled our plan at the last minute. So Harry, ever the gentleman as he was, insisted that I come along to your dinner.” He leaned forwards and squeezed Harry’s hand across the table. “He didn’t want me to be alone on my special day.”

For small mercy, Harry still had the right mind to drop it instantly, as if Rossy’s hand was contagious. He stood up and pulled the chair out for Draco, looking guilty. “How was your interview? Excellent as always?”

Draco nodded mutely, tossed the bouquet to his husband and sat down. He was trying very hard not to think about the fact that the first night he and Harry got together had been the night of Rossy’s birthday. No wonder out of the streak of days Harry had been drowned in alcohol at that time, he had chosen that specific night to approach Draco in a bar.

He had needed a Rossy’s clone to celebrate the original’s birthday.

He wondered how many times Harry had sat down for this anniversary’s celebration in the last six years and thought he should be celebrating the love of his life’s birthday instead.

And how many more of their anniversaries that had further meaning, which Harry failed to mention before?

Could the day of the first time Harry cooked for Draco be the day of when Harry and Rossy first slept together?

Could the day Harry ask him to move in be the day of when Harry and Rossy first romantic get-away?

Could the day Harry proposed be the day of Rossy’s mother’s newborn kitten’s birth?

Could the day Harry picked for their wedding be the day of when Harry and Rossy had sex for the first time in Harry’s office when he was working late?

Fortunately, when Draco was about to burst into sobbing right in the middle of the restaurant with his own melodrama, a hand gently placed on his thigh. He blinked, looking up to find a pair of green eyes piercing through him.

Harry was worried, his eyebrows knitted together in concern, reading Draco’s mind like a letter despite his total lack of talent in Legilimency. Knowing it was not ideal to explain the whole story in the current situation, Harry pulled Draco against him and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. “I really love the flower. I forgot my present at home, but I’ll give you tonight, alright? That’s why we send Scorp to the Burrow, isn’t it?”

A little cheered up by that purposed statement, Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and waved the waiter over to order. He decisively ignored all Rossy’s comment about how he had been to this restaurant a number of times with Harry, what they usually ordered, how they coped with people and press fawning at their feet, which bar they would go to after, whose house they would return together for the night,... Harry was completely left alone in stimulating the conversation. It was never his strength, but it was his ex-boyfriend after all.

Draco was able to happily absorb his food and remain inattentive to what was going on for the whole appetite course and half through the main course, until, out of nowhere, a silver mole floated to their table.

“I’m sorry again, darling.” June Rossy’s bitchy voice was unmistakable. “My friends will crash at my place tonight, and you know how they are after a night of drinking. So can you please stay somewhere else? Maybe you can ask Harry, I don’t think he minds sharing a room in his house. He’s always very generous.”

There was a beat of silence that followed. Rossy looked half sheepishly half eagerly at Harry, while Harry rocked uncomfortably on his chair.

Draco, having been waiting for the twist of the evening ever since he saw Rossy at the table, slowly smirked.

“So which room do you want?” He asked casually, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. As if Rossy sleeping over at his house was the plan all along. “The green living room? You seem to fancy that room earlier. There’s no bed available but I’m sure you will figure out how to transfigure the floor into something with sleeping material. Don’t touch the sofa though, it’s a limited design and shouldn’t be contaminated with magic.”

Next to him, Harry suddenly developed a keen interest with his spinach, mouth stretched to a thin line in the effort of laugh restraint. Rossy, on the other hand, never expected Draco could act so calmly with the situation. The angelic smile froze ugly.

“Or you can choose Scorpius’ play room.” Draco continued. “It’s a bit messy, because Harry’s sole purpose of life is to buy our son every toy that exists, and he never had the heart to scold Scorpius for leaving things all over the place. But there’s an old crib there, I think you can enlarge it to fit your size for the night. Just make sure to change it back in the morning, because we may need it again very soon .”

Looking as though he had just been slapped, Rossy grabbed his glass of his wine, took a sip a little too long. He glanced at Draco a few times, guardedly, and when his lip slowly stretched into a cruel smile, Draco knew the man had come up with something nasty.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were planning to have more kids, Harry? I remember when we were going out, you were extremely against the idea of having children. I wonder when that’d changed? Probably when you were tricked into marriage by a suspicious pregnancy ?”

Harry paled, stopped the examination of his fork and knife at once. His eyes narrowed with warning. “I wasn’t tricked or anything, Jay. And there’s nothing suspicious about Scorpius’ birth. I was there, I remembered what happened.”

“Come on, Harry, I didn’t mean anything like that. Of course Scorpius is your son. But you must admit the whole thing was a little fishy. Do you know how rare the probability is for male pregnancy? Even with the aid of fertility potion? And you managed to knock this man up after only one time? It sounds almost like someone had drunk certain potions in advance for such a trap to work. Judging on the past of an obnoxious pureblood Slytherin and a former Death Eater , I don’t think a curse is too far-fetched as well.”

That blow went straight to Draco’s heart, cut it open, and twisted the knife in the never-quite-healed rue. And the worst thing was Rossy knew it. The victory gleam in his eyes continued to rub salt at Draco’s bleeding wound.

But Harry’s cruel, sharp tone had finally killed that triumphant spark.

“It is that easy if two people are meant for each other.” Harry took Draco’s hand in his, glaring at Rossy at the same time. “The fact that Draco is a pureblood actually is a big help for the conception, because a pureblood wizard is more easy and suited to bear children in the case of male pregnancy. And if you really want to know, all the healers we see say that Draco’s magic and mine are ideally matched, my robust power fitted perfectly with his rich pliable energy that created wonder right the first time we’d been together. We’re soulmates , and it’s even rarer than the probability of male pregnancy.”

There had never been words that made Draco happier. He felt his heart could beat again, aching only for his husband now. He wanted to leap across the chair to Harry’s embrace, so that he could kiss and cry and be coddled like a baby that deserved all the love in the world, because Harry always made him feel like a baby that deserved all the love in the world. Since he couldn’t at the moment, for more than one reason, he could only squeeze Harry’s hand tight, hoping Harry knew how much he appreciated him standing up for Draco and Scorpius.

The warmness overflowing on Harry’s face assured him that Harry did know.

And that was enough for Draco to overcome any toxic spilling out of Rossy’s mouth the rest of the anniversary.

His and Harry’s anniversary.

***

Draco almost resolved to never let Rossy be a problem again, as he woke up in Harry’s embrace, with Harry’s lips dotted small kisses on his face and Harry’s hands massaging his aching body - a result of a wonderful night. The night which Draco might have had screamed a little too loud, and Harry might have found Draco’s jealousy a little too endearing and encouraged his husband even more, and they might have ended up having the second most passionate night in their life.

The first most passionate night would be the day of the same date, dated six years ago.

Then, just when Harry’s hand was edging towards his middle, promising the longing care for the aching erection, a knock sounded on the bedroom’s door.

“Harry?”

Rossy’s voice came like a cold bucket, washing away Draco’s dreamy status. He was instantly on alert, tensing up. Harry noticed and held him closer, while calling out to his ex-boyfriend. “Is there anything you need, Jay?”

Even though no permission had been granted, the door clicked open and Rossy appeared in the doorway, in a shocking state of undress. He was dripping wet, obviously coming to their room straight from the morning shower, and cladded in a ridiculous tiny little towel, which might as well be useless because it hardly covered anything at all. The man’s arousal was visible, the head and the balls peeking under the hem of the towel. To Draco’s ultimate disappointment, it appeared that the bastard was unfairly well-endowed.

Absent-mindedly, Draco dragged the blanket higher to cover up to his chest. Not that he felt insecure and intimidated by Rossy’s godlike body, his own one was no less doable in his prime. Even after he carried Scorpius, he had regained his shape within two weeks since his son was born. Lately though, he got a little bit lazy and ate a tad too much, so the abs got faded and replaced by a small swell in his belly. Harry had adored that swell, saying it looked cute, but who knew what he would think now when six available packs were standing right in front of him.

“I’m sorry to bother you this early–” Rossy smiled at Harry, not so sorry at all. “–but I’m leaving soon and I just want you to know. Oh, and I used your downstairs bathroom, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Er… it’s alright.” Harry said, fumbling into a sitting position. “Er… or maybe wait for me a few minutes, I’ll show you out.”

“Oh, only if that doesn’t bother you. I think I’ll be fine otherwise. I see myself out of your house tons of times before, I certainly know the way.”

“It’s no problem, but I need to get dressed first. You need too, don’t you?” Harry said, keeping his eyes fixed on Rossy’s face rather than any other body part. Draco appreciated the effort, especially when Draco himself couldn’t keep his own eyes from roaming up and down. And he detested the jerk.

“Do I?” Rossy arched his eyebrows. “I recall you used to quite fancy me in this state, didn’t you? Especially when I did this?” He turned around, flashed his complete bare arse and proceeded to illustrate several poses with different angles that flexed every muscle he possessed, as if he was on a photoshoot for a porno magazine. He rocked on his feet and did a tortured slow spin. When he turned face to face with them again, the man was a lot further into their room. The towel had disappeared, every bit of his body was on display.

“Oops, this is awkward.” Rossy said slyly, pretending to look around for the towel that he had purposely dropped outside the door. After a minute of bending here and there, he finally stopped at a spot near their bed, close enough that if Harry stretched his arm, he could touch the man. “But it’s not like you never see it, right Harry? Nor I you. And I’m sure your husband doesn’t mind , does he?” Rossy added, finding satisfaction in seeing Draco’s quiet fume.

Draco very much wanted to open the bedside drawer to get some coins and throw them at Rossy, then he would smile and thank the whore for a great show, he and Harry were very satisfied and would love if he could consider to perform again at their party sometimes, but now it was time for him to fuck off.

Harry beat him to speak first though. “I mind it now, Jay. It’s not appropriate anymore.”

The grin on Rossy’s face froze for a second, but the man recovered quickly. “Come on, Harry. It’s just for a good joke. Don’t get all scowling like that, you know I don’t mean to upset you.” He pouted, cringingly.

“Then you should know better than walking naked into a man’s bedroom where he was sharing with his husband. Seriously, you should go get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Of course, I’m sorry if I crossed the line. I’ll go now.” Rossy stretched a tight smile which didn’t reach his eyes, before striding out, not bothering to close the door or pick up the towel on the floor.

As if he thought he still had dignity after the shameless display , Draco thought.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, watching his husband climb out of bed.

“To see your bloody ex-boyfriend off, where else?”

“You– want to do that?”

“Of course not. But rather me than you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just don’t trust that man not to pull another ridiculous ruse on you. He gave you a strip show right in front of me - your husband, no less! Who knows what else he would do if I’m not there?”

“Maybe the show is for you. We can never be sure.”

That earned him a glare from Draco. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Well, it’s only logical to assume that he wants to seduce the more attractive. And we both know between the two of us, that’s not me.”

“I’m not the one who stars in the cover of Witch Weekly for being the most sexy man in the wizarding world every year.”

“It was only two times, and one of which was titled The most sexy man in the wizarding world got married to the man who was even sexier than him .” Harry remarked, got out of bed and pulled Draco to a kiss just before Draco left the room. “Hey, isn’t this my shirt?” He asked, referring to the ugly orange shirt that Draco had dug out from the bottom of their wardrobe.

“I know.” And the most important thing was that Rossy would also know. “Is that a problem?”

“No. You always look hot in my clothes. But don’t you plan on wearing pants?”

“I’m considering, given that Rossy had–”

“No. Put it on, Draco.” Harry cut in, decisively. “I’ve already had a hard time dealing with my husband seeing another man’s stuff that isn’t me. I don’t need that same person to get a peek at my husband’s stuff as well.”

“Oh.” Draco was uncertain if Harry had actually meant it. It was true that he could get quite possessive sometimes. But this was his ex-boyfriend after all, the one who should do all possessive things should be Draco. He still pulled on a pair of underpants nevertheless. “Is this okay now?”

Harry nodded, checking Draco up and down one last time. “I don’t think Jay will know that’s my pants you’re wearing.”

“I bloody hope not. But that doesn’t mean I can’t offer the information myself.”

“Ok, I think two bruises on your neck are enough to make your point, but well, anything you want.”

“Thank you. Now go back to bed, I will see to you after I throw the son of the bitch aka your precious ex-boyfriend out of my house.”

***

Draco had thought he finally found peace after he sent Rossy away with multiple colourful threats, but that only made the bastard get better with his moves. Now, he approached Harry when Harry was alone. Apparently he was under the impression that Harry would be more willing to accept his attention if Harry’s husband was not by his side.

If Harry’s husband didn’t exist at all.

So he sent Harry tickets for every Quidditch match, whether his team would play or not. For old time’s sake, Harry went to the Kestrels’ first game of the season, bought an extra ticket for Scorpius. After the game, Rossy came to greet them, conveniently bragged about his newest win and invited Harry to the celebration party. When Harry turned down the offer, claiming that he needed to take Scorpius home for his spelling lessons, Rossy had lost his cool and made some inappropriate comments about his son and his husband that made Harry storm out the pitch at once.

Draco never learnt the details, Harry just waved it off when he asked. There was nothing to worry about , he insisted. And according to Scorpius, the boy was too busy badgering Harry for ice creams at that time to care what his father had to say to another man.

However, after that game, Harry always returned every gift Rossy sent. He didn’t go to any other Kestrels’ match, and bought tickets to other matches only if his family or his friends were with him and Ginny was playing.

But Rossy didn’t give up that easy. He started to visit his sister’s workplace every few days, calculatedly bumped into Harry at some random places in the Ministry. Sometimes, he straightly dropped by the Auror’s division to say hello. It usually ended up with an invitation to lunch. At first, Harry came up with some reasons to say no. Then one day, when Rossy slyly dismissed all his reasons, Harry had no choice but to agree to one lunch.

To no one’s surprise, including Draco, it resulted in the front page of Daily Prophet and literally all other newspapers, with all kinds of predictions that Harry would soon leave the former Death Eater and get back with the one that truly deserved him.

Draco was enraged, of course, but deep down, he knew that they did have a point. He ceased to be enraged in silence. He could tell that Harry didn’t like it either, but the man was too used to all the things that the press threw in his way, no matter good or bad. He had mastered the skill to ignore what strangers said about him. Thus, as usual, he said a few words to cheer Draco up, telling him not to pay that any more attention than necessary.

Until Scorpius came home from his primary school for wizards that evening, crying and sobbing non stop because all his friends said his parents were going to divorce, that his saviour father would leave him and his villain father for a famous Quidditch player, did Harry’s temper got out of control.

He disapparated straight to the Daily Prophet office and had a proper scream. Thankfully, Lee Jordan was there at that time, being a journalist of the press and a close friend to Harry, that he managed to stop Harry in time, or else Harry would readily burn the whole building down.

Since then, if Rossy asked him out for lunch or cafe again, Harry would flat out refuse. Then he would send a message to Draco to bring Scorpius, and the three of them would have lunch together.

“I’m telling you, that man is trying to get back with Harry.” Draco vented to Hermione when they met up for lunch, one month after Rossy officially reappeared in their life. “There’s simply no other way around it.”

“I agree with you.”

“Really?” Draco asked, surprised at the easy agreement. He had thought she would accuse him of overthinking or being a drama queen or something like that. When she was this ready to go along with Draco, it was never a good sign.

“Yes. Really. Even Ron noticed that, so it must be painfully obvious by now.” She paused, then phrased her next question hesitantly. “What about Harry? Does he also…?”

“Yes, I think he does. But well, you know how he is, never has the heart to be cruel to anyone. Especially someone he was in love with for so long. Rossy knows it too, which is probably why he’s still trying tirelessly. He knows Harry has a soft spot for him, and he takes advantage of that.”

“Why don’t you talk to Harry about this? You know if he knows you’re this concerned about Jay, he will deal with that man with a stronger hand.”

Draco exhaled heavily. He was not particularly keen on discussing the matter about Jay Rossy with Harry, lest his husband accuse him of irrational jealousy. Or worse, turn to defend his ex. Draco could already picture what Harry would say, like ‘You’re being overdramatic’, or ‘Jay doesn’t mean anything by it’, or ‘Why can’t you be more like Jay? Jay’s so cool and handsome, I don’t know why I ever choose you instead of him. Oh I remember, you tricked me into marriage!’...

“Anyway, do you know why Rossy wants to get back with Harry?” Draco finally said, not wanting to explain to Hermione why he didn’t wish to talk to Harry about this. “According to you, this man abandoned Harry six years ago, never tried reconnecting with him during all these years, and now, all of the sudden?”

“I think– but remember, this is my thought only– that he always takes Harry for granted. He assumed that he had Harry in the palm of his hand, that Harry would always, always wait for him no matter what. So when it didn’t happen that way, he felt the need to show everyone that after everything, Harry was still his to break up and to get back whenever he wants.”

Draco considered her words carefully. If Hermione’s prediction was correct, then it was not as bad as he feared it would be. The thing Harry absolutely hated was someone trying to manipulate him. He had to live like that for the first eighteen years of his life. But if Hermione was wrong, and the reason Rossy wanted Harry back was entirely something else, then it was likely Draco was fighting a losing battle. “Are you sure that it’s not because Rossy’s still in love with my husband?”

Hermione didn’t answer right away. She appeared to be in a conflict whether to be honest to her company. “Maybe.” She heaved a sigh, and quickly added. “But even if he is, why does it matter? Harry loves you. You’re getting worked up for nothing again. Seriously, talk to your husband, alright?”

“Maybe…” Draco said, unwilling to revert to this matter. But he knew Hermione would keep badgering him if he didn’t do something soon. “After tomorrow’s gala though.”

“Oh right, the spring charity ball. Ron and I have to be there too. Maybe we can come over to your house and the four of us can go together? Will Molly babysit Scorpius for the night too?”

“No, he’ll stay at Andromeda’s with Teddy. My mother will be there too.”

“Oh, how’s your mother lately? Still addicted to Muggles’ romance novels?”

“Yes, she recently went to Paris to purchase more in the French category. I swear, it is like a disease…” Glad that the conversation had picked up a much more pleasant topic, Draco eagerly launched into a long story of how his mother’s unhealthy obsession over Muggles’ romantic novels had developed, and then to a further discussion about tomorrow’s event.

It was the biggest ball of the year, the Christmas charity ball, hosted by the Minister’s wife herself, raising funds for several organisations at the same time, mostly about children’s rights. As the Head Auror, Harry could no longer get out of the event as easily as he did in the past. But according to him, he had Draco now, who was excellent in these sorts of things, so there was no need for them to hide away just for him to face the wrath of the Minister later. Luckily, Draco was indeed excellent. He loved the spotlight on him when he floated around parties on Harry’s arm, smiled and made acquaintance with people that Harry needed to make acquaintance, but was not tactful enough to do so. And the proud loving smiles Harry gave him all through those social meetings were just the sweetest gifts ever. Draco had been looking forward to this event since forever, where he and Harry would be shining as a team again.

Until recently, it occurred to him that there was a great chance that Rossy would be there too.

He could only hope that the bastard would not come with any ruse again, to ruin their supposedly perfect lovely night.

***

Rossy did come with a ruse. Again.

He sauntered over the moment they arrived at the venue, the blinding grin pasted on his face.

“Oh, Harry! Don’t you look exceptionally dashing this evening?” He freely engaged Harry in an embrace, to everyone’s, including Harry’s, bewilderment. “I forgot how great you look in dark teal. It really brings out your eyes.”

“Er… thanks?”

“And Ron and Hermione!” Rossy continued his coo. “Dear Merlin, how long has it been since we last saw each other? How’s Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes been doing? And your work at the Department of Mysteries still flourish, I trust? Oh, oh, and little Rosie, how is she?”

While Hermione dutifully answered all that question with a polite smile and Ron cringed behind her every time Rossy ooh and aah , Harry dragged his husband aside, a touch of concern coloured his voice. “Are you alright? You look like you’re going to explode right on the spot if I leave you shooting glare at Jay any longer.”

“Well, can you blame me?” Draco whispered back, furiously. He threw another deathly glower towards Rossy, who was glancing sideways at Harry. He looked disappointed when his target didn’t pay attention to his greeting to the target’s best friends as expected.

Draco strode inside the hall. “Never mind, I need a drink.”

Rossy, astute to every movement of Harry’s, immediately came up with yet another excuse to waylay him. Luckily, his husband had the right mind to get away in time. He caught up with Draco at the refreshment table.

“You should probably find something to eat before you drink that. You barely ate anything today, Draco.”

“I have jelly.” Draco instantly snapped to defensive mode. It was not his fault that jelly was the only thing he had an appetite for these days. Sometimes, his body had the weirdest craving and he was in no control for that. Admittedly, this jelly thing might have lasted a little too long, and worsened as days went by, but that was not the point at the moment. “Anyway, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on the dancefloor right now?” He sneered, blood boiling when recalling the way Rossy asked Harry to dance earlier.

“Oh, you want to dance? Yes, surely we can dance.” Harry smiled, purposely misunderstood. He didn’t let Draco have his response before gently peeling the champagne flute out of his fingers and pulled him to the centre of the ballroom. Once there, he stood still, looking at Draco expectantly.

“What?” Draco pretended he didn’t know what this was about.

“Oh, come on, you know I can’t dance unless you lead. Hurry, is it a waltz I’m hearing?”

“You say that because waltz is the only dance you know the name of. Well, except for your animal dance moves you like to perform in our kitchen, I suppose.” Draco rolled his eyes, but took his husband’s hand, who in turn gave him the brightest smile. Softened, Draco fitted their bodies together and led Harry into the music.

It was four minutes in paradise, all the twirling and gliding in front of people’s admiring eyes. There was one particular bitter pair of eyes though, which kept tracking their every move as the predator watched its prey and calculated the next step. It disappeared into the crowd though, once the music ended and Harry led him to two Slytherins that were waving them over.

“Draco! I was wondering if you’re still alive. I haven’t seen your pointed face since forever!” Pansy pouted, smacking his arm lovingly. Beside her, her husband Blaise rolled his eyes, after nodding a polite greeting to both Draco and Harry.

“Excuse me for not being rich enough to visit you in Moscow, or Barcelona, or Hawaii, or wherever you dragged your family to in the last few years.” Draco countered. Pansy was working as an international journalist for the Daily Prophet, with expertise in the fashion column. Each of her business trips often lasted months, accompanied by Blaise and their twin daughters - Peony and Poppy. As a result, the family was rarely seen in the country.

“If I live to the day that Draco Malfoy claims he is not rich, I think I probably live too long.”

“Draco Potter, mind you. And blame it on Scorp. I think we spend half a fortune on his endless hunger already.”

Pansy laughed, then left her husband’s side to take Draco’s arms instead. “How about you telling me more about the little brat while we dance? Merlin, I would kill for tango or waltz right now, after two months with nothing but Hula.”

Draco hesitated. Not that he didn’t want to dance with Pansy, he was reluctant to leave Harry’s side, especially when Rossy had emerged from the crowd again and was glancing at their directions every five seconds. The scheming look in his eyes undoubtedly meant that the man would approach Harry as soon as Draco was out of sight. “Can’t Blaise take you?”

“Blaise’s dreadful at dancing. Oh, come on, I’m sure your husband will survive for another ten minutes even if you’re not around.” She said dryly, when Draco cast a hesitant glance at Harry.

Harry nodded along, smiled encouragingly. “Yes, I’ll be fine, Draco. Go ahead, I’ll just be here keeping Zabini’s company.”

Blaise did not look exactly happy about that, but he was wise enough to make no comment. Despite being best friends with Draco, he never interacted much with Harry all these years. Actually, he never interacted much with anyone that was not Slytherin. Even Draco had difficulties dragging words out of his mouth at times. There were only Pansy and their two daughters that Blaise were passionate about and not afraid to be loud with.

“Don’t run off with your ex while I’m gone.” Draco managed to sneer, to Harry’s amusement, before letting Pansy drag him helplessly to the dancefloor.

It was a minute and thirteen seconds into the dance that Pansy gave up pretending that she didn’t know what Draco was doing. “If you insist on checking your husband every time we so much as take a step, he will think less of you.”

“But he still thinks of me, and that’s better than letting that bastard engrossed all his mind.”

Pansy frowned. “What bastard? Blaise?”

“Of course not. Why the hell do you think I mean Blaise?”

“Since my husband is the one standing with your husband, I can only assume.”

“Alas, but he isn’t the only one there now. Harry’s precious ex-boyfriend has invited himself over almost immediately after we left.” Draco spun Pansy half a round so that she could see their previous spot more clearly, where Rossy was freely touching Harry’s biceps while flashing all his teeth.

“Salazar’s pants, isn’t that Jay Rossy, Harry’s ex before you?” Pansy exclaimed when realisation drew on her. “Why is he here? Didn’t he move to Germany years ago?”

“Belgium actually.” Draco huffed, not bothering to explain why the man had appeared here, in Britain and in this ball. Someone else could tell Pansy that later. He tried to spin her to the original position so he could watch the situation more easily, but Pansy stiffened and kept him turning his back to that direction.

“Well, whatever Rossy is doing to your husband, he’s doing it already and you can wait a few minutes more before tearing his body apart.” Pansy tutted. “So it’s better if you’re not constantly staring at them, it’s only stressed you out. You surely won’t want that, what with your current condition.”

Draco was about to counter that it was hardly better not knowing what was happening behind his back - for all he knew, Rossy could have his dirty hands all over Harry by now - then paused at Pansy’s last sentence.

“What do you mean about my current condition?”

“You’re pregnant again, aren’t you?” Pansy asked airily, but somehow managed to knock all the air out of Draco’s lung.

What was she on about? Him pregnant? Again?

He voiced just as much.

“What? You’re not? I’m sorry, I’m just assuming that based on how your stomach isn’t as flat as it usually is. The only time I see you not in shape is when you carried Scorpius. And the fact that you haven’t touched a single drop of alcohol this evening. I noticed that when the waiters offered champagne earlier, Harry didn’t let you take it.”

Only because he was afraid Draco would get drunk when there was nothing in his stomach all day.

But then, Draco really thought about it. The weird appetite that hadn’t happened since he was pregnant with Scorpius, when all he’d craved for was tunas and brussels sprouts. Only this time it was jelly. And the mood swung, when one moment he was perfectly content and cheerful, then the next seconds found him testy and brooding and depressed. The reappearance of Rossy in their life had conveniently made Draco assume his moodiness was expected and rational, but maybe the bastard was only the extra season to his existing sensitivity. And there was the obvious evidence of all - the small lump in his belly that gradually grew day by day.

So could he really be–?

“And well, you’re practically blooming .” Pansy prompted, after Draco went silent for too long.

“I am?”

“Trust me, darling. I have known you since we were five. I should be able to tell the change in my best friend, shouldn’t I?”

“I– I don’t know. I mean, Harry and I did try to have another child recently, but I– Oh dear Merlin, can it be true?”

“There’s only one way to find out. Why don’t we test it right now?”

Draco did want to go for the test right now, he could be patient for anything but this. Only one spell away and he would know if Harry and he had been blessed with another child or not. He glanced at Harry’s direction again, wanting to share the sudden hope that was blooming, and hopefully the certain euphoria later, only to find that his husband was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Rossy.

He stopped the dance immediately. “Fuck, did you see where Harry went?”

Pansy craned her neck, looking over his shoulder. “Er… sorry, I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention to them. Maybe he’s just using the loo.”

“Yeah, right, just the thing I need. My husband and his ex using the loo together.”

“Your mockery is wasted on me, Malfoy. Sorry, it’s not your name anymore. I mean Potter. Fuck, the effect is ruined now, I guess. Well, come on then, Blaise’s still there, I’m sure he knows where they went.”

Thankfully, Blaise did know. They didn’t go to the loo together like Draco’s paranoid, but it was even worse, in a way. “They went to meet that Quidditch player’s family.” Blaise shrugged. “They were waving them over, the sister was especially loud.”

“And you just let Harry go?” Draco raised his voice, frantically searched for a black messy head in the crowd, to no avail. He caught Hermione’s eyes though, who was standing in a group talking to the minister’s wife, and mouthed the word ‘Harry?’ to her. She looked around briefly, then shook her head, but gave the indication that she would keep looking for him.

“Were I supposed not to?” Blaise asked in his nonchalant tone.

“We’ll find them later.” Pansy stepped in before Draco could hex her husband into the new week. She took Draco’s arm, decisively pulled him towards the rest room’s direction. “Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to inform Harry of your good news in front of all those people?”

“We’re not even sure if there’s any good news yet.”

“There will be. I know it for sure. Come along, Blaise.” She called after her husband, signalling him to follow them. Draco thought Blaise wouldn’t respond to the absurd ordering tone, to his amazement, his friend actually gave a small smile and started following Pansy like a lost puppy. He lingered with her right outside the rest room’s entrance.

“Now go in there and cast Praegnatio . I hope to not have to see your sour face in five minutes.”

Sullenly, Draco got inside, chose an empty cubicle and locked the door. He was careful enough to cast the silencing spell first, in case someone was in the rest room and overheard what he was doing. It would be okay if it was good news, but if it wasn’t, he didn’t want anyone to hear him weeping and got all dramatic again. And he knew he would weep, even if it was over something that didn’t even exist.

He braced himself to cast the spell. Somehow it felt harder than any spell he had ever cast before. He held his breath as the magic shot out of his wand, swamped over his body with quick waves, then retreated to form a globe with yellow pale light, hovering right in front of his face. The two minutes of waiting felt like torture, as the magical globe glowed and changed to several shades of colours. Unable to watch any more, Draco closed his eyes, praying that it would be red that would greet him when the time was up.

Red would mean a child. Another child of his and Harry’s.

His wand vibrated, alerting him the result was ready. Draco took several deep breaths and found his mouth curved into the smile even before he could open his eyes.

Because the warm light had reached his eyelids.

The colour of Gryffindor.

When he got out of the rest room, after several minutes to calm himself upon the sudden bliss, he found Hermione and Ron had joined the waiting party at the entrance. The expectant look on their face showed that they were made aware of the situation.

“So?” Pansy asked immediately.

Draco nodded, a grin broke free on his face. The two women rushed forwards to his side at once, pulling him in a tight embrace. Their husbands didn’t join, but they sent their congratulations.

“I’m so happy for you, Draco.” Pansy cooed. “I wonder if it’s a girl this time. Your mother will certainly love a granddaughter to spoil.”

“Does Scorpius hope for a younger sister or brother?” Hermione asked, then answered herself. “Oh never mind, I remember now that he doesn’t want any siblings. You’ve got quite a difficult task there, I must say.”

Draco laughed warmly at the idea of telling Scorpius that he was going to no longer be the only child in the house. The boy would surely not take that well. Maybe he should have Harry do it. Harry wasn’t as good as Draco was at dealing with Scorpius’ ire, but it would be fun to sit aside and watch those two working with each other.

Speaking of who…

“Have any of you found Harry yet?” He asked. He couldn’t wait to tell his husband the good news anymore.

Four people shared awkward glances, then without speaking, they all turned to look around the ballroom. It was even more crowded than earlier, making it almost impossible to tell who from who. After a while, Draco finally caught the eyes of someone familiar.

Unfortunately, he hated that one.

Standing a little far off them was June Rossy in her ghastly pink dress. She looked like she had been waiting for Draco’s group attention for a long time, at the same time pretending like she didn’t care for them at all. As soon as Draco’s eyes met her, her lips stretched into an obnoxious smirk. After making sure she got Draco’s look, she purposely looked away, shifted her eyes to some place amidst the crowd. Draco followed that gaze, expectedly found the one he was looking for.

Harry was dancing with Jay Rossy in the centre of the room, all eyes on them.

Harry was having his arms on Jay Rossy, let himself being twirled around like he had been twirled by Draco, just a few moments ago.

Harry was looking unblinking at Jay Rossy, a smile on his face, as if this world was theirs and theirs alone, no one else mattered.

Draco suddenly felt like he was punched in the gut. A surge of disgust rose up, made him want to throw up. Not waiting to see if he could actually vomit right in the middle of the fanciest event of the year, he dashed to the nearest balcony, where there was no anti-apparition ward. From there, it took him one second to disappear from the party.

Once back home, the sickness didn’t fade, but at least he no longer felt like throwing up. There was nothing in his stomach to throw up anyway. He staggered to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed, completely deprived of all energy. Tears swelled up in his eyes but he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cry if Harry wasn’t here to soothe him. He had become too dependent on Harry that way.

So he got up, meaning to splash some on his face to refresh. But as he reached the bathroom’s door, there was a thumping noise somewhere in the house, indicating the arrival of someone else. Before Draco’s muzzled mind could tell him that there was only one other person that could enter their house without the chime from the ward, that person’s vibrant voice had echoed through all the walls.

“Draco! Draco!”

Harry’s voice was like thunder, attacking Draco’s ear, freezing Draco in place. It was only two minutes after he left, and now Harry was already here?

A thousand tons leaped off his heart.

“Draco! Where are you?” Harry called out again.

He found Draco in their bedroom before any reply was provided. He paused at the door once he saw the other, breathing hard as if having run five miles, then suddenly stiffened. Their eyes locked, and there was something like hope flared in the green pairs.

“Is it true?” Harry burst out, out of breath.

Draco didn’t answer, waiting for Harry to elaborate.

“Pansy told me. Is it true? You’re pregnant again?”

“Is that why… You came back home for it?” Draco asked.

“Yes. Tell me, Draco. I need to hear it from you.”

“I–” Draco croaked out, happiness bloomed in his chest. For some reason, the urge to cry returned in full force, but he managed to provide Harry the answer he was waiting for first. “Yes, Harry, I’m pregnant again. We’re going to have another child.”

Everything froze in place for a second, before Harry rushed over. He lifted Draco up in his arms, spun them around with glee. The wrinkles pulled at the corner of his eyes at the proud grin, the glow of happiness brightened his whole face. It only lasted for a half a minute though, when Harry suddenly remembered that Draco was in a delicate condition and his quick spins might cause harm to that, so he stopped at once and carefully, gently carried Draco back to their bed. He placed Draco down like he was something fragile, then started tugging Draco in. Draco was packed tight in their blanket, his back and hip were propped by all the pillows Harry could find. Once done, he sat aside, crossed leg, gazed down at Draco pensively.

“Sorry.” was the first word he said after a while. “I missed it. I should’ve been with you the moment you found out. I have always wanted to be with you the moment you find out.”

Draco’s fury had long evaporated since the moment he saw Harry at the door. The thought of Harry leaving in the middle of a dance with his ex-boyfriend to rush back home to his family had done wonders to his foul mood. He couldn’t stand the apologetic look from his husband anymore. “Don’t worry about it. You’re only five minutes late.”

Harry hadn’t done blaming himself yet. “To think that I was dancing with– I was totally oblivious when I should’ve been there with you, sharing the happiness of welcoming another member to our family.”

“You can still be there when we welcome another member to our family. He’s not there until next August, Harry.”

“He’s a- He?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like it.”

Harry smiled and lay down next to him. One of his arms stretched out and sneaked underneath the blanket, felt Draco’s stomach and tenderly caressed the small swell. “Why do I have the feeling like it’s a girl?”

“I thought you were hoping for a boy?” A boy with blonde hair and grey eyes like your ex-boyfriend, but Draco didn’t say the latter.

“Now that they’re here, I will love them either way. But I just think a girl will have more chances to win Scorpius over food. He’s more lenient with Rose than Hugo, that’s for sure.”

Reminds of his son made Draco chuckle. He certainly liked Rose Weasley-Granger the best, sometimes more than his own parents, though nothing guaranteed that he would like his little sister the same way.

“Speaking of whom, can you pick Scorpius up? I know we said to leave him at my mother’s until tomorrow, but I just suddenly miss him so much.”

Harry smiled, craned his neck to put a kiss on Draco’s forehead and sat up. “Sure. I want him to be here too. But will you be the one to tell him he’s going to be a big brother?”

“Of course not. That’s your job. I’m delicate right now, I can’t be dealing with his screaming and crying.”

“There may not be any screaming and crying at all, we don’t know about it. By the way, should I tell your mother that we’re expecting? Or is it too soon?”

“Do tell her. Otherwise Pansy will beat you to it, and then mother won’t be happy because we didn’t tell her first.”

“Alright. I won’t be long. Do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”

Draco didn’t even need to think about it. “Jelly. But we’re out of it.”

“Wait here, and I will bring you all the jelly in the world, Draco.”

***

Next three months were like heaven to Draco. Good kid, caring husband, thoughtful family and friend, positive-received research, all the jelly in the world and most importantly, no Jay Rossy. Even if the man still popped up sometimes when Draco read the news and ruined a good morning, but as long as he borne no attachment whatsoever to the Potter name, Draco could live with that.

Until the evening of Ron’s birthday party, his small family opened the door of Weasley-Granger’s house to see an annoying face right in the centre of their friend group in the living room.

“Should I ask why you must invite my husband’s ex-boyfriend here?” Draco asked Ron the moment he came over and greeted them.

Ron’s welcoming grin immediately switched to an awkward face. “My wife insisted.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at Ron’s wife, who came from behind his back. “Hermione?”

“No I didn’t!” Hermione huffed, sending an annoyed look in her husband’s way. “He was there when I visited Ginny at her practice, overheard us talking about this party and sort of invited himself to it. What could I say? No, you can’t come to the party because no one wants you here?”

“I don’t see why you can’t say that.”

“The point is, Jay already knows about this party. If he wants to go, he will find a way. He knows many people that are invited here.”

Harry, who was silent until now, wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist, pulled him close and whispered in his ear. “If you’re not comfortable, we can go home? I’m sure Ron wouldn’t mind.”

Ron clearly heard this, but he waved his hand to indicate that he indeed didn’t mind. “Yes, our relationship wasn’t short for one evening like this. Just give me my present and you two are free to go.”

Draco was very tempted, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Jay Rossy already saw them. Leaving now would look like he was scared of Rossy and had to run away.

“It’s alright. Scorpius has been looking towards this since forever, I can’t deprive him of the chance to devour your birthday cake. Plus, I can just hang out with you, there won’t be any problem.”

Hermione led them straight to the backyard garden, where the main party was held. They saw Luna and her husband in a corner, chatting with Fleur, and quickly made their way over. As Luna was also pregnant with twins and Fleur just had her third child, their conversations mainly focused on pregnancy period and care of infant children, which engrossed Draco and Harry but bored Scorpius to no end. Soon enough, the boy whined for food. Harry had no choice but to drop a brief kiss on Draco and took Scorpius to the dessert table, dutifully loaded on his plate with everything he demanded, which was basically every food there was on offer.

“Should he be eating so many sweets?” Fleur asked, eyeing the pair of father and son that were determined to wipe out the food area.

“Normally, we are very strict with his diet since he eats just about everything, and he eats a lot. This is only one night, we want him to have a little bit of fun. Harry will also keep an eye on him, lest he’s high on sugar later and doesn’t let us sleep.”

“That’s good.” Fleur nodded. “Anyway, how does Scorp take the news of the new baby? Hermione said he didn’t fancy the idea of being a big brother?”

Draco chuckled, recalling the event of the big night a few months ago. “He got mad when we first told him, of course. There wasn’t any screaming and crying, but he declared that he wouldn’t speak to me and Harry ever again because we dared to have a baby without consulting him. It took us a week of bribing him with all kinds of favourite food before he came around, though his acceptance was still on and off all the time. My mother said it’ll be better once the baby’s here.”

“Yes, it’s true. My daughters were also like this when they found out they were going to have a baby brother. Especially Dominique, she was used to being the youngest in the family. But now, she practically glues to Louis’ side. One time, I found her in Louis’ bedroom when he was asleep, and she just sat quietly aside and watched her brother…”

While Fleur continued with the stories of how her daughters and son had formed an unseparated trio, Draco’s attention trailed off to find his husband and son. They were standing near the jelly area, giggling together at some inside jokes. Draco suspected the joke was about him and his recent appetite, especially with the way Scorpius kept sneaking glances at his direction, though his rising crave for jelly made him decide to let that slide. He excused himself with the group and headed to join them.

Unfortunately, he only made it halfway when a sour face appeared in front of him out of nowhere, blocking his path.

Jay Rossy snorted before Draco could even show his annoyance.

“This is so typical of you, Malfoy.”

Rossy’s voice was hoarse. He still seemed sober, but alcohol tainted his breath. Draco stepped backwards to put more spaces between the two of them, silently raised his eyebrows in question.

“A baby? Is that all you Death Eater can think of to do to force Harry to stay with you? You know you will never defeat me in a fair game, so you have to bring out this pregnancy trick all the time, is that right?”

Saying one more word to this person was sinking one step lower to his level, so Draco ignored the bait and stepped aside, heading towards his husband.

Of course Jay Rossy wouldn’t let it go that easily. He stepped alongside Draco and blocked his way again.

“Why did Harry name your son Scorpius, I wonder? He was born in September, if I remember correctly, so he was either Virgo or Libra. Nothing related to Scorpio, didn’t it? Whereas I am a proud and honoured Scorpio. Not that I’m saying I was the reason behind your son’s name, but it can’t hurt pointing out the coincidence, right? What do you think?”

Draco thought he should fuck off and leave Draco’s family alone, but before he could answer, someone suddenly grabbed Draco’s waist and pulled him close, protectively. Harry must have noticed Draco’s and Rossy’s encounter and approached them while Draco was too busy controlling his internal anger to pay attention.

“Our son is named Scorpius–” Harry announced loud and clear. “–because Draco’s Patronus is a scorpion.” Then he turned to send Rossy the coldest, harshest look. “Does that answer your question?”

Rossy’s face became deliciously pale, his smile froze ugly. Clearly he wasn’t prepared for Harry to interfere and straightly embarrass him like that. Still, his acting skill took over in time to restore the pleasant face and cool voice, as if he didn’t attack Draco just a minute earlier but only had a casual chat about babies’ names.

He leered to Draco’s swelling bump. “Of course, of course. Does that mean this child will be named Stagius? Or Doeius if it’s a girl?”

Draco didn’t want his stomach being stared by Rossy and was wondering if it would be rude to punch a guest at another person’s party, when Harry gently guided him away from the dirty look and bitter eyes.

“That’s our business. But I can tell you that they will surely have a celestial name. That’s Draco’s family tradition and we want to keep it that way.”

Not only Rossy was surprised this time, but Draco was also taken aback. They hadn’t discussed this. Since the day Draco found out he was pregnant, in his mind, their child would always be either James or Lily. He admitted that it would be a good idea to include Harry’s Patronus, but his knowledge of Astronomy was already rusted. He wasn’t even sure if there was any constellation related, even remotely, to stag.

“Harry–” Rossy cut through Draco’s musing. He knocked down the glass of wine in his hand as if to gain courage, which could only mean that what Rossy was about to say was nothing good. Expectedly, finishing drowning the liquid, he pinned Harry with a mean, hungry look. “–Why do you sacrifice so much for this Death Eater, Harry? You are the Saviour of Great Britain, this is– he is so beneath you.”

It was quite sudden, because even if Rossy thought this way, he never directly said those things out loud. Had to retain his cunning mask and all that. His voice wasn’t too loud, but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear it. As on cue, people stopped talking at once, looking over at them with varying degrees of interest.

Musing quietly, Draco realised this move of laying all the cards bare could only mean one thing. Rossy had realised that his approach towards Harry was in vain - even if Harry was ready to cast Draco aside, he would never abandon his children. Harry would do whatever so that his children didn’t have a childhood like himself. So Rossy had to switch his target to Draco instead, hitting where it hurt the most - Draco’s past and how it was shamefully opposite of Harry’s. He wanted to remind everyone, once again, how Draco didn’t deserve Harry. He realised this vulnerable period of pregnancy was the perfect opportunity to attack Draco. It had never been easier to crush Draco’s spirit, and once Draco crumbled, one didn’t have to guess who would benefit the most from that.

Noticing Draco’s expression, Rossy regained his smirk and simply sealed the deal.

“Because you see him as my clone?”

There were some gaspings at a far quarter, but it was hardly because people found that statement absurd. Mostly they were just surprised because Rossy dared speak what everyone was thinking. Draco couldn’t blame them though, it was painfully obvious. Didn’t he also think the same?

Still, to hear it being discussed openly in front of his friends, his husband, and his son, was like being cursed with several Unforgivables at once. And Draco was indeed used to being cursed with several Unforgivables at once, so he knew exactly what a desperate, gruesome feeling it was.

Fortunately, just as Draco felt like he couldn’t keep everything he ate in his stomach anymore, a single word from his husband had saved him.

“No.” Harry said decisively.

He leaned all Draco’s weight on him then, one hand slid to Draco’s back and gently stroked down the sickness. Having the solaced support, Draco finally felt his feet landed on the ground again.

Rossy, on the other hand, didn’t falter. “Come on, it’s as plain as day, Harry. Blonde hair and grey eyes? Getting drunk and hooking up together after we broke up and right on my birthday? Are you saying it’s just a coincidence?”

Draco found out that he was holding his breath, waiting for Harry’s reply just like everyone else. He would have dreaded that, but Harry suddenly turned his eyes to him, love overflowing in the heated gaze. At that moment, Draco knew, whatever Harry said, it would be alright.

“How long have we known each other, Jay?” Harry asked calmly.

Rossy clearly didn’t expect this question, his face portrayed confusion for a second. “Eleven years.”

“Yes. And I’ve known Draco since we were eleven. I admit that we didn’t have the best history, but it didn’t stop me from obsessing with him all the time. You can ask Hermione or Ron or literally anyone at Hogwarts at that time, they can confirm for you. But I didn’t know he was interested in men back then, so my infatuation seemed pretty much like a dead end. Then someone introduced you to me. I didn’t want to start a relationship at that point, but when I saw your photo, I saw the blonde hair and grey eyes and took interest. Granted, the greyness was one shade darker and the blonde was too blonde for my preference, but well… So in your opinion, who is the clone in this situation?”

Draco was utterly shocked. He had heard about the story of how Harry and Jay met. They were at a party and someone introduced them. Love at first sight was what they’d written about it. Apparently, just like Harry said, at that time, Harry hadn’t been very enthusiastic about investing in a romantic relationship, having turned down many people beforehand. Needless to say that the situation had abruptly changed when he met Jay Rossy.

Draco could never pluck up the courage to ask Harry to confirm it.

But now, he was cursing himself for not being braver. Harry’s words still sound too good to be real, but he knew Harry would never fabricate such a lie if it wasn’t at least partially true.

Draco was not anyone’s clone.

Harry loved Draco for who he really was.

And they could have a lot more time together if Draco realised what had been going on, though he suspected it didn’t matter now, they still got there in the end.

He couldn’t contain his exploding happiness anymore. Wrapping his arms around Harry, he pulled his husband in for a searing kiss in front of all the bewildered guests. It didn’t last long, for only twenty seconds or so, but with Harry unhesitantly returning the kiss, Draco felt like he could soar straight to the sky. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione finally released Scorpius from her grab and the boy was charging towards them with a sullen face. No doubt he felt neglected during the last minutes, especially when his two dads were now hugging without him.

As Harry moved to scoop Scorpius in his arms, their son immediately became a human koala and wrapped all his limbs around Harry. He bent his head to one side and started firing word after word into his father’s ear, who appeared to try very hard to swallow his chuckle and look serious upon the accusations of a six-year-old boy. Draco pretended all of that had nothing to do with him, only urged the whispering pair to find a table. He missed his jelly already.

Harry pointed to where Hermione and her children were sitting and started to make his way over there. Draco followed without looking back. He didn’t spare a single glance for Rossy since their kiss - he was satisfied enough with that shocked-struck bitter face earlier and decided that man should only be a breeze in the air from now on. Still, he stretched his proud, notorious smirk when walking away, knowing it would fuel the other to no end.

How he wished he had never done that.

In the next second, a force landed on Draco’s shoulder. The balance was lost. The ground swayed underneath. Someone screamed in the distance. Harry whipped his head back and reached out a hand. Scorpius widened his eyes in terror. And then his paternal instinct kicked in in time and Draco successfully landed on the cold hard surface on his back.

Pains started to spread through his body, stopping from getting up. Something hot was leaking on his upper thigh, probably blood, though he wasn’t sure where it came from. Many people were rushing in his direction. Scorpius was already let down on the ground, running to his side and clutching his arm as if wanting to lift Draco up on his own. Then someone screamed again. Through the aching spasm, Draco saw Rossy hit the ground as well. The fall diffused a layer of dust, indicating the horrified power that caused the accident. Then Harry’s face appeared above Draco, panic and anger surged in his look. Instantly, Draco’s heavy body was picked up in the steady arms. The familiar dizziness of apparition covered him and a white wall obstructed his vision. Harry’s shout for healer pierced his blurring mind and everything turned black.

***

The first thing that appeared in Draco’s vision was the green-marble pair of eyes that was gazing at him with worry and exhaustion. They blinked upon meeting Draco’s grey ones, then blinked several more times before Harry finally reacted.

“You’re awake, Draco!” His voice was hoarse, as though he had been crying. Come to think about it, his nose and face did look unnaturally red.

Fear flooded within Draco.

“The baby…” He murmured, weakly.

“The baby is fine, Draco.” Harry said quickly, calming Draco at once. “And so are you. You lost a little blood when you fell, but it’s alright now. We arrived at the hospital before anything bad happened.”

Draco nodded, slowly exhaled. Harry appeared to heave a relieved sigh as well. He reached over the table nearby and filled a glass of water for Draco, then helped him with a potion that the healer requested Draco to have when he woke up. The potion was so bitter that Draco could only take in a small sip at a time, which actually allowed him time to reflect on what had happened. He was about to ask how long he had been unconscious, then something suddenly occurred to him.

“Doesn’t Ron and Hermione’s house have an anti-apparition ward? Their garden isn’t excluded, is it?”

Harry didn’t say anything until he fed Draco with another spoon of potion. “No, you can’t still apparate from there. Hermione had tried right after we disappeared and failed. For my part, I really don’t know how I managed it. You were bleeding and I was really scared and I just wanted to get you to the hospital. I reckon my power just knew how to do that.”

Harry was very powerful, that much was clear. Draco reckoned it wasn’t even that surprising when he could break through a strong ward under a pressured circumstance. But for the first time, he had been powerful because of Draco, and Draco couldn’t help but feel proud of it.

“What time is it?” Draco asked, wondering if it was a new day yet.

“Almost midnight. You didn’t sleep for very long, only—” Harry checked his watch “—three hours. A lot of people had been here earlier. Scorpius, Hermione and Ron, Luna and her husband, Fleur and Bill, Molly, your mother,… but I sent them all home when you were announced to be fine. Scorpius demanded to stay with us, but your mother convinced him to go home with her in the end. By bribing with apple pie, I may add.”

“If that makes Scorpius insist on having pie before bed from now on, I will sue my mother for it.”

Harry chuckled, finishing the last drop of potion. He put the vial back on the table and bent down to land a kiss on Draco’s forehead, along with another heavy sigh. Cradling Draco’s face in his hand, he asked tenderly. “Hermione had a quick talk with me before she left. She told me that you have been worrying about Jay for a very long time. Why didn’t you talk to me about it, Draco?”

There were many reasons for that, all of which seemed so stupid now. He tried to look apologetic, pursed his lips and whispered back. “I just really don’t like that man. I’m sorry.”

Harry slid his hand to Draco’s hair and gently stroked the messy curls the way he knew Draco loved. “Why are you apologising? I should be the one to say sorry here. It’s my fault to make you feel insecure. It’s my fault to not deal with Jay more decisively. I was the one who put you and our kid in danger…”

“No!” Draco interrupted, before Harry could take the blame for yet another thing that he wasn’t responsible for. “It’s not your fault at all. You dealt with Rossy in the best way possible. How could I not know everytime he approached you, you crushed his effort and hope to the ground? I saw everything you did for me and Scorpius, I understood it all, but… seeing your ex-boyfriend shamelessly try to get you back like that… I was just… being my irrational self.”

“You’re allowed to be irrational, Draco. You’re carrying our child. You can be even more irrational, just tell me, and I will take care of it for you. Alright?”

Tears swelled up behind Draco’s eyes, but a chuckle still broke out first. “Even if it’s illegal?”

“Yes. What do you have a husband being the Head Auror for if not covering for your illegal business?”

“Speaking of which, did the Head Auror just actually kick someone in front of thirty witnesses?”

Harry’s hand paused briefly. “You saw that, huh?”

“I saw Rossy being thrown onto the ground. Scorpius had murmured something about “daddy kicking” , so I figured that was what happened.”

“Jay should feel lucky because I didn’t have time to take my wand and could only use what was available. Otherwise, at that moment, seeing you lying on the ground like that, I could very likely kill him on the spot.”

Pride surged up within Draco again. “Did you get punished for that? Attacking a citizen?” He asked, trying to sound sincere but couldn’t stop a smile stretching on his face.

“Yes. Half a month of suspension. I would have asked for two more months, so that I can just stay home and take care of you, but the Minister didn’t agree.”

Harry had laid down next to him now, one of his arms curled protectively on Draco’s stomach. This was something they had done plenty of times - sleeping on the hospital’s bed together. Harry got injuries pretty often back when he was still allowed to do every field job he could get his hands on, and Draco became a frequent guest at the hospital, and now the healers and nurses weren’t surprised anymore even if they found them in an appropriate position in the morning. They mostly never did anything in the small bed that reeked of unsavoury potions, but something they just caught up in a heated snog session and ignored the world in the process.

Still, this night, lying peacefully side by side, listening to each other’s heart beating, was more than enough.

“So… what will happen with Rossy now?”

He didn’t know what to expect for an answer, but certainly not what Harry said next.

“Probably in jail soon.”

“What? Why?”

“Assaulting the Head Auror’s husband.” Harry said as if that much was obvious. Though Rossy did push Draco earlier, he didn’t think that was enough to throw someone to jail for.

He voiced just as much.

Harry’s chest vibrated as he laughed softly. “No, you’re right, even I don’t have that much authority. But it turns out Rossy is also deep in debt. He participated in several illegal bookmakers for Quidditch back when he was in Belgium and already lost a huge amount of money. That was why he had to move back to England. As I discovered, if his team won this season, he would have enough money to cover the loss - that was also one of the conditions that his debtors agreed to give him more time. But he seemed not very confident with the championship, so right from the start, he had to find another way to get money.”

“That’s why he came to you!” Draco exclaimed, the final stone dissolved from his chest. “But… how did you know all of this?”

“Are you underestimating your Head Auror husband? Since he first came to our house, I already sensed that something was wrong and started to investigate. I kept it until now because I was waiting to see if there’s any chance for Jay’s team to win - if they win and Jay can pay off all his debts and stop gambling, then I decide it won’t be my business any more. But when he dared hurt you like that, I don’t have to bother retaining his reputation for such idiot any longer.”

Draco was absolutely satisfied with the outcome. If it was just him and not the child in his womb, he dared say the fall was worth it.

“So… are you telling the truth earlier? About Rossy being my clone?”

Harry turned his smiling eyes to him, there was nostalgia in the endearing gaze. “Honestly, I was mad because he implied you were his clone so I told him he was your clone instead. I was indeed infatuated with you since school, but I think it only affected me so much as moulding my type into someone with the similar traits as you. No one is anyone’s clone. I admitted that the first night we’ve been together, I might have… not truly faithful to you. But after that day, Draco is Draco, my ex-nemesis-enemy that has turned into my husband, the father of my sons, my one true love. No one can say otherwise.”

Draco was ready to drown in happiness, then something suddenly hit him. “Wait… Sons? As in… more than one?”

Harry’s smile froze for a bit, but quickly regained full force. “Er, I didn’t mean to tell you this way… But well, when the healer checked you earlier, he accidentally told me that we’re having another boy. So… yeah, we’re having another boy, Draco.”

Now Draco was really crying. He snuggled into Harry’s chest and wet a large part of the shirt. He didn’t know how long he had been sobbing, but Harry didn’t mind at all, only kept stroking Draco’s back with a soothing rhythm.

After a while, he finally could manage. “What should we do now? Aren’t you hoping for a girl?”

“I guess we have to try again next time?” Harry grinned. “Now that we know there’s a boy in there, should we start considering names?”

“Do you want to name him after your Patronus? I think Cassiopeia has some connection to the stag. Cassio will make a nice name, though we have to conduct thorough research to make sure if we’re going to name our baby that.”

“It’s alright, we can name him Cassio but it won’t have anything to do with my Patronus. I’m afraid it’s impossible for us to do so, since my Patronus has changed form, Draco.”

“What? When?”

“Only recently, since we found out you were pregnant again, I think.”

“What does it change into? I’m sure I can still find something related to it. It doesn’t even have to be a celestial name at all.”

“No, I know exactly what celestial name for it. The problem is that we already have that name in our family.” Harry pulled out his wand. “Should I show you?”

Draco nodded eagerly. He watched as Harry waved his wrist in a familiar movement, expecting to see a silver scorpion burst out from the tip. The same silver scorpion as his.

Unexpectedly, the scorpion never came.

Instead, smoke shifted and curled into the form of something much larger, much brighter, much more glorious, shining the whole room with its glowing aura.

Draco closed his eyes.

And when he opened again, a proud, magnificent dragon was peering down at him.

A dragon with silver eyes.

***

Four months later, Cassio Potter with dark hair and grey eyes was welcomed to the world by his fathers, and reluctantly passed the acceptance of his older brother.

Three years later, Leo Potter greeted the world, disappointing a certain dad with yet another green pair of eyes in the family, but managed to score with his not-at-all-messy blonde hair, even if the shade wasn’t exactly right.

Six years later, finally, responding to the longing parents and three I-want-a-sister-not-a-brother siblings, princess Aurora Potter graced the family with her perfect arrival, stealing everyone’s heart with her perfect gorgeous blonde curls and perfect shining grey eyes.