Love Lifts Us Up...
Summary- Sequel to All in the Game of Love. Takes place six years later. This fic is mostly about our characters learning to be parents.
Chapter One
Night Out
Two identical bundles of ash blond hair and blue overalls darted into the kitchen to the chair where their father sat. The female counterpart, most commonly called Evelyn or Eve, latched onto her father's leg while her brother Robert (mostly called Rob or Robbie) made it to dad's lap and clung to his neck.
Draco Malfoy looked down at the two five year olds. His kids. His beautiful kids.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"He tried to give uth baasths." Robbie lisped around a missing front tooth.
Draco was about to ask who, when the man in question entered the room.
Charlie Weasley staggered into the room and collapsed in a chair. Draco grinned at his brother in law. Nicola Weasley, a tiny thing of four followed her father, trailing her two younger sisters, Tempest and Juliana. All three girl imediately cimbed into their father's lap. He opened his eyes and gave them a mock glare.
"I just put you three to bed."
"Na uh, Daddy!" Three year old Tempest argued.
"Really?" Charlie exclaimed. "And why's that?"
"'Cause if you'd put usses in our bedses we'd've stayed!" Juliana (called Julie) piped up.
Before Charlie could fully digest this, Draco broke in.
"Charlie, what possessed you to try and give my twins a bath?"
Charlie gave them an appraising look. "You can't tell what color they originally were."
"Well it's obvious they were blue."
The twins giggled. "Na uh!"
"Ya Huh! I mean look at this, you have a distinctly blue color." Draco knew it was because they had been playing in the sand box that Uncle George had brought them. The sand box was harmless, but each time the kids came out, they were a different color. Soap and water fixed it.
"Daddy!" they giggled.
"What you don't believe me?" He tried to sound offended. The twins giggled all the harder. He licked his finger and ran it across Robbie's arm. "Egads! My kids aren't blue! Quick! we must find out what color they were originally!"
Suddenly, Gia, Flynn and Kylie Malfoy came tearing into the room, screaming bloody murder. Following them were Fred and George Weasley, singing to the tune of "What will we do with a Drunken Sailor?" Fred had Phillip, Draco's first born, over one shoulder and Chole tucked under the other. George had Michale under his arm and Alexandra perched on his shoulder.
"OOOOooooohhhh! what will we do with a dirty Malfoy? What will we do with a dirty Malfoy? What will we do with a dirty Malfoy? So early in the evening?"
"Save us!" The triplets and twins cried in unsion, jumping on their father.
Draco laughed heartily. "All right, It only seems fair if we all take a bath."
Much groans from the children.
"I'll read from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory." Draco enticed.
Last year the kids had discovered Raold Dahl and Charlie was proclaimed the winner. THe children agreed almost simultaneously.
The four adults rounded up George's two kids, Brighton and Bridgette, and Fred's two, Jenks and Rachel. They brought them all to the first floor master bath. The bath tub was three feet deep and rivaled most Olympic pools in size. It was usually kept full, magically warmed or cooled to each use. The men stripped to boxers and coerced their kids in.
"Kinda makes you wonder," Fred commented as he washed Brighton's red hair.
"What?" Draco asked, wrapping Flynn in a towell before turning to Michale.
"How our wives do this, every night."
Draco laughed. "Probably the same way we do, trickery and coercion."
"I still fail to see why we aggreed to let the girls have a bi monthly night out." George commented, spiking his son's wet hair into something like a feild of thorns. Jenks scowled and pushed down his red hair.
"Because I promised Ginny." Draco replied, stopping Gia as she and Kylie tried to sneak back in.
"Why?"
"Because she deserves it. Look what she has to put up with."
As though to prove his point, Bridgette fell back in.
"And she was carrying your first born son." George commented, taking Chole from him and wrapping her in a towell.
"True."
"She also said she never wanted to have sex with you again, If I remember correctly." Charlie added.
"She was in labor. She was delerious. She didn't know what she was talking about. She hadn't seen my ass in nearly a month."
"That's a lot of excuses."
"Thank you."
"I don't quite see how the last one fits in."
Katie has been pregnant, what? Three times?"
"Yeah."
"So you know that if you turn your back on her she'll start trying to do stuff herself."
"Word, dat!" Fred and George said in unison, bundling Eve and Rob in towells.
"Good point. So you never let her see your ass because that would mean presenting your back to her?"
"Right. Which leads to her trying to do crazy things. Like cook."
"Draco you have a small army of house elves. Why did Ginny ever have to cook?"
"You expect me to understand your sister? You've known her longer."
(A/N: I'm not stupid enough to ask whether I should continue. I think I know the answer. In any case, Next chapter we should get into some of the flash backs, including When Ginny first told Draco.
To lily- Wow! Thanks. I hope this fic makes you just as happy!
To Lauren- (laughes) Interesting combination! Of course I'm going to write a sequel!
To scott- (salutes) will do!