Chapter One: Adolescence
In the Potter-Malfoy home, chores were split equally between Draco, Harry, the kids, and the house elves. Although, due to Draco's unshakable "Spoilt Slytherin Prince" attitude, more often than not, the house elves did Draco's portions of the chores as well. Which irritated the blonde's husband, despite said Slytherin's petulant protest.
In Draco's opinion, he always said in his defense that, "Even if I let Potter bugger my arse, gave birth to all five of our kids, wear more cosmetics than my daughters, and even let the kids call me 'Mommy', I will not do menial labor when I have perfectly capable house elves to do it for me!" To say that Draco's husband wasn't amused, was an understatement...
But despite the occasional squabble over who did what chores in the house, Harry always made sure that the dishes were cleaned and that the sink was empty before he went to bed. When morning came though, and Draco awoke first to check on baby Lily-Lu, he would find that their sink was filled with miscellaneous bowls, spoons, and plates still sticky with ice cream residue, chip crumbs, or sandwich crusts that a bewildered Draco had no recollection of seeing any of his kids eating. The slender blonde could only stare at his kitchen in annoyance and question at what God forsaken hour his kids had gotten to bed. He saw them go into their rooms at around 10pm! He and Harry both went into all five of their children's rooms last night and saw them get into bed! What the bloody hell had happened?
As Draco silently fumed over the dirty dishes and planned out who he would be put on dish duty, Harry chose that moment to walk into the kitchen with a sleepy-eyed, fifteen year old Cissy right on his heels. The bespectacled Auror only had to take one look at the sink, his blonde husband's icy glare, and the sleepy expression of embarrassment on his daughters face to answer Draco's silent question aloud: "Teenagers," he chuckled with a shake of his head.
Teenagers, that's what happened.