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A Family

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had long since Hogwarts settled their differences and found a place for one another in their hearts. Both coming from less than perfect families, they had decided quickly that they would create their own idea of family, and raise their children the way they would have wanted to be.

Thirteen years later, with a little assistance from their Muggle Born friend, they had a cozy family of five. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" Trenton screamed, "LYDIA TOOK MY BROOM AGAIN"

Harry rushed to the scene of the alleged crime, and began, "Trent, how many times has your father told you to clean this mess? I bet you that it's in here somewhere. Accio Trent's broom." the broom hovered shakily, and collapsed under a pile of clothes at the boy's feet. "See? Now, pick this up, and then you can go flying"

"Ughhh! I bet you father wouldn't put off honing my flying abilities to clean up this mess. If we had a house elf"

"You are just like him..." Harry sighed and ruffled his son's silvery hair, "Go play"

Trenton took off like a hippogriff on fire, bumping into Draco at the doorway. The blonde raised an eyebrow, "You are such a pushover. No wonder he was sorted into Slytherin"

" Oh, that was my doing, huh?" Harry smiled. "Of course." Draco smirked, "So is the fetching temper that all of our children posses. Sodding Gryffindor"

"And I suppose Lydia and Devon's fetish for spending hours in the bathroom is my fault as well"

"Pride in appearance is nothing to be ashamed of, love." Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around his husband. "You don't seem to mind it." He gave Harry a peck on the cheek, and let go, turning around to find Devon crying softly behind him. "What's wrong, dear?" Draco fretted, hugging their oldest child. Both Draco and Harry were very perturbed to see their son so early, because he'd been spending the night at Ron and Hermione's house with their sons, and Devon had never come home early- not once. "What's going, on buddy?" Harry asked.

A/N: Yeah, I know it sucks, now go tell me in a review, please.

"Nick... he- he said"

"Weasley. I knew this couldn't be good." Draco muttered, "What did Weasley say to you"

"He told me th-that we weren't a family. That having two dads isn't as good as having a mom and dad"

"Well do you think that having two dads is worse than having a mom and dad?" Harry asked.

"Be quiet, you great, prat." Draco spat.

"Of course we're a family. Family is a bunch of people to love each other. Do you dad and I love each other?"

"Yes." Devon whispered quietly, and then a smirk came to his tanned face, "You practically snog each other non-stop"

Draco smiled back, "And do you love us and your brother and sister"

"Yes... except when you snog in the kitchen." He replied firmly. "We eat in there, you know"

"Then there you have it. We're a family." Draco concluded with a chuckle.

"I'll go floo Ron." Harry said, "You coming, Dev"

"Yes." Devon hugged Draco and made his way to the fireplace, saying, "I should ask Nick if he hates when his parents snog in the kitchen"

"Do we honestly snog that much?" Harry asked.

"YES!" Lydia shouted coming into the room. Draco smirked, "And what are you doing here, Lydia Loo Who"

"Father, you know I hate that nickname. I came in here to find Trent's broom." She wrinkled her nose "I think I'll pass... I would have thought that Trent would die from the stench in here. Oh well like you said, Father, the boys have stronger stomachs than girls." Lydia left the room.

"And what exactly would you know about girls, oh queer one?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Did I ever mention to you why my 'father' kept his hair so long?"

The End.