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I'd like to dedicate this one-shot to Stelina Miko Kitsune~ She had a lot of chapters to catch up on in Wingardium Leviosa because she was busy doing homework. Psh. Homework.

What is this homework you speak of?

You guys shock me. When the Epilogue to Wingardium Leviosa was posted, it had 64,500 views. Now? Not even five days later? It has 93,000 views. Wow. Last night it had 87,000. XD KEEP GROWING. SPREAD THE LOVE.

{We passed 100,000 views on Sept. 26, 2011.)

Anyone figure out what Wingardium Leviosa meant? It means to be free. To feel relief, love, life... Fly away and be as a free and light as a feather.

It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

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"Scorpius, Scorpius," a voice whispered quietly, a gentle shake to the boy's shoulder had him turning over with a groan. A chuckle sounded loud in his tired ears. "Scorpius, come on, it's your birthday. You don't want to sleep that away, do you?" A hand came to rub at his back gently, rousing his tired mind from its catacomb of deep sleep. "What would Perry say if he didn't get to have any cake?"

Said boy, tired eyes and tousled blonde hair glanced up with a small groan. "'Ake?"

Draco sat at the edge of the bed, chuckling as he picked up the growing boy and pulled him into his lap. "Yes, cake." He ran a hand through Scorpius's hair, smiling at the engagement ring that glinted on his finger.

Scorpius's eye cracked open. "...Fine."

Rolling his eyes, Draco picked Scorpius up, making sure that Perry was tucked in his snitch-covered arms and carried him out of the room, Scorpius tucking his head tightly against his daddy's shoulder as Draco walked down towards the kitchen.

Harry was setting a plate of apple pancakes on the table when they walked in. He didn't stop after he settled the plate down, striding across the room to steal Scorpius away from Draco's arms and carry him over to the table. He brushed his lips over Draco's before nuzzling his son. "Good morning, birthday boy."

Draco chuckled, walking over to the counter and grabbing himself a warm cup of morning tea. "Birthday boy is a little moody this morning." Scorpius head plunked down onto the kitchen table with a muted thud and a groan of tiredness.

"Well, he stayed up too late, didn't he?" Harry bent down, pressing a kiss atop his son's messy hair. "Are you too tired for your presents?"

Scorpius's bright silver-blue eyes appeared from under a shock of bright blonde hair. "P'esents?"

Draco chuckled, picking a lone box off the top of the refrigerator, taking a quick spin and presenting the small blue box in front of his son's face, grateful for the no-spill charm that Harry had placed on all of their mugs. Rowdy sons. "It's a surprise from your papa."

Harry grinned, leaning against the counter with his own mug. "Maybe the first of many. We'll see."

Scorpius blinked, lifting his head up and pulling the present closer with his tiny little hands. Perry slumped against the table in the little boy's lap. "Thank you, Papa!" Draco chuckled.

Pulling at the bright blue wrapping paper, Scorpius gasped, eyes flying open in, finally, being awake. Plopping onto the table was a ball of sky blue fabric. It started wiggling instantly. Scorpius squealed, Draco glancing on in confusion. What the...?

"Papa!" A Snitch burst forth from the blue fabric, the item falling onto the floor as Scorpius's head darted around the kitchen to follow the Snitch that shot around with buzzing wings.

Chuckling, the brunette scooped up the blue fabric and straightened it out, plopping the thing onto the boy's head. "You can go chase it after you eat."

Draco's furrowed brow widened in recognition. "Harry, why is our son wearing a beret?"

Scorpius tucked into his pancakes instantly, Draco scooping Perry out of his lap and placing him on the table for safety.

"I figured he should wear something Parisian in Paris since it's his birthday and all."

"In Paris... Harry, what?" Draco turned to question his fiance, but was stopped as he was barreled into with a cry of "James! 'ive it back!" as their latest two sons, Albus and James, rushed into the kitchen, James holding Albus's centaur plushie high over his head where the shorter boy couldn't reach.

Harry simply swept Albus up. "What in the world is going on?"

Albus pouted, low lip quivering. "James took my c'ntaur."

His eyes widened almost comically, his gaze going to James. "Why would James want your centaur?"

"...Iwantedtogethimoutofbed," James grumbled, thrusting the centaur up into the air towards Albus. "Sorry, Al..." he mumbled quietly, unable to harm his brother.

"Tell him it's okay," Harry murmured and gave the boy a squeeze before settling him into a chair besides Scorpius. Teddy, as with every weekend, was still with Andromeda, but she would be coming along to Paris with them. The house was quieter without him.

"Boys, we will be right back. Kreacher?" Draco questioned quietly, the house elf popping into the room with a crack and a nod. "Make the boys some pancakes? Thank you." Grabbing Harry's pajama shirt sleeve, Draco tugged him out of the room.

"Am I in trouble?" Harry wondered once they were out of earshot.

"Paris? Harry? A beret?" To say Draco Malfoy was confused would be an understatement.

"Oh. Well..." Harry rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, smile sheepish. "You said you wanted to travel and stuff. I thought with Scorpius's birthday being on the weekend and all, we could spend it in Paris. Hermione told me to tell you first, but... Sorry?"

Placing his hands on Harry's cheeks, Draco dragged him forward into a searing kiss, after scuffing him upside the head with the back of his hand. "Bloody stupid Gryffindor. Thank you."

His grin returned and he nipped Draco in retaliation for the hit. "You may not be thanking me when we have four boys traipsing through Paris. Is it alright that Andromeda's coming? She's bringing Teddy by in a bit."

Draco pulled back with The Eyebrow, arms looping around Harry's neck. "Andromeda's coming?"

"Four rambunctious boys," he reminded the blonde. "And us. I figured we would need a third pair of eyes and, well, I'd feel bad taking Teddy when we agreed already that she'd have him on the weekends."

Draco chuckled, shaking his head. "Harry, it's fine. They are our family. Scorpius is no longer just my own flesh and blood, so I'm not going to go and be biased and say no to bringing them all to France." He kissed Harry lightly, pulling away to lace their fingers. "It's such a sweet thing to do. ...Gryffindor."

"Well, not all my motives are sweet. I'm taking the man I love to the so-called most romantic city on earth, after all."

Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at his lips as he tugged Harry forward and pressed himself flush against the shorter wizard. "Oh? And how could that motive not be taken as 'sweet?'"

"I got a very, very big suite and they will be exhausted by the end of the day." Amused, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "We'll be able to see the Eiffel Tower from our window, and then I'm going to very thoroughly distract you from the view."

Chuckling, Draco slowly carted a hand through Harry's hair, tucking some longer strands behind his ears. "Oh really? And what happens if, in this 'most romantic city on earth' your husband-to-be doesn't want to stay in said 'very large suite' and wants to go out on the town with his dastardly handsome fiance?"

"I know my husband-to-be a little too well. After an entire day of walking around, he'll be happy to go back to the suite." He slid a hand into Draco's hair, nibbled his lower lip. "And lay back while I take care of him."

Titling his head, Draco pressed their lips together, chuckling as they heard rambunctious squeals from inside the kitchen. "Your husband-to-be loves you, Harry. But our sons need some attending to before they reek havoc on our kitchen."

"You're the one who dragged me out here." Harry stole a final kiss, though, before heading back in.

Scorpius, bright blue beret still perched on his head was laughing as he nommed on a rather large pancake with two hands, watching in amusement as James and Albus flicked torn pieces of pancake across the table with their fingers. "Score!" Albus cheered, laughing loudly.

Kreacher was wringing his hands together, clearly distressed by the goings-on. The children were doing things that were clearly inappropriate for mealtimes.

Harry smiled at him, dismissing him quickly. He was gone with a grateful pop and the brunette wizard ruffled James's hair. "Who's winning?"

"I am!"

"Al is..."

"Perry's watchin'!"

"What in bloody...? They really are your children, Harry."

"I do know how to pick them, don't I?" Grinning, Harry ruffled the older boy's hair again. "Eat your food, boys. Don't play with it."

They gave groans, Scorpius laughing with an "Okay, papa."

James and Al still weren't quite used to the titles yet.

Draco walked in slowly, grabbing his cuppa from where he had somehow placed it on the counter and took a sip. "When you're done, go and brush your teeth and get dressed, okay boys? It's Scorpius's birthday so Harry has a surprise for all of you."

When three pairs of curious eyes turned his way, Harry held up his hands. "Surprise means I'm not telling."

Groans were heard as the last of the children's breakfast was inhaled and they rushed off to get ready, excited to see what surprises were in store. Draco helped Scorpius down from his chair slowly, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "You go hurry up and get ready, okay?"

Scorpius wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's neck, giving him a quick hug and smack of lips on his cheek before giggling an 'Love you!' and rushing off with Perry in tow.

Harry helped Al down, earning a wide, albeit shy smile before he was scrambling after his brother, centaur in hand. He was so glad that the boys all got along so well, even if James had a tendency to be a little bossy.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" Draco chuckled, sleep clothes rumpled, steaming cuppa in hand as he leaned back against the counter, one leg crossing over the other, strands of blonde locks falling into his face.

"An adventure," Harry decided, turning to face Draco. His entire expression warmed, eyes and smile softening. Sometimes it hit him how lucky he was to have ended up with this gorgeous git.

Draco took a sip of his tea, glancing up at the quiet pause. He arched a blonde eyebrow, mug still held up to his lips. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"No." Harry walked to him, lips curved, and took a hold of Draco's mug to set it aside. He wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck and just held on, breathing him in. "I love you so much," he murmured.

Draco blinked for a moment, slowly wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and pulling him close, fingers lightly drifting up and down his lover's spine. "What brought this on? Not that I'm not enjoying it." He loved the feeling of just having Harry close; the warmth, the overwhelming smell of cinnamon and evergreen.

"I'm just having a Hufflepuff moment," he decided and smiled through a kiss. "And it just hit me, looking at you just now, how happy I am. How bloody lucky."

Draco smiled quietly, lifting a hand to caress Harry's cheek in a tender show of affection. "You bloody Gryffindors are always lucky."

"That just proves that Scorp'll end up there," Harry pointed out, closing his eyes and leaning into the caress.

Rolling his eyes, Draco tilted his head, lightly placing his lips over Harry's in a soft, sweet kiss.

Pleased, Harry returned the kiss and almost didn't hear the flare of the floo from the parlor. "That's probably Andromeda now."

Draco gave a small groan, leaning his head down to nuzzle against Harry's neck. "Why did we decide to have so many bloody family members?" His arms tightened snugly around Harry's waist.

"Because you can't say no to me." Harry pressed a kiss to his brow, leaning back. "Now come on."

With a small, whining groan, Draco found his fingers laced with Harry's, the smaller wizard pulling him from the kitchen with a tug as they went to greet one of their eldest sons.

Teddy scrambled up to them, arms outstretched, and a grin wide enough to suggest that they hadn't seen him just the day before. Harry laughed, picking him up with ease. It was a good thing he and James were so lean; he wouldn't be able to do this for too much longer. "Grandma says we're going somewhere special for Scorp's birthday! I'm coming too?"

Draco's heart warmed instantly as he walked up to the two, placing an affectionate, fatherly kiss on Teddy's forehead. "Of course. You are our son, are you not? Family trip." Teddy's blush had the elder Malfoy smiling wistfully.

The hair that instinctively lightened to a white-blonde when he was near Draco - at least for the first hour or so - was even now fading from puce to the pale color. He reached out for the man, a skinny arm wrapping around his neck. "Yes, I am. We're the best family ever!"

Harry laughed. "Of course we are. Hello, Andromeda."

She lifted a brow, lips curved warmly. "Hello. Where's Scorpius and the other boys?"

"Getting dressed, we hope."

Draco took Teddy from Harry's arms, cuddling the boy against his chest with a quiet laugh. He felt so relaxed in what was now his own home, that being able to laugh, to smile was a freeing thing. "Of course we are. How about we go find your brothers and let Auntie 'Dromeda and your papa talk, hm?"

"Okay. I have a present for Scorpius and everything. Grandma helped me pick it out, so it's kinda from her too." Teddy wrapped both arms around Draco's neck, grinning. His grandmother had also reminded him that this time next year, he'd be home on Holiday from Hogwarts. He was almost in Hogwarts! He was excited to tell his brothers all about it.

Draco listened intently as Teddy began a long-winded speech about the finding the present for Scorpius, and paying for it with his own money, and the shocked expression he was sure to garner from one of his youngest siblings as they disappeared up the stairs and towards the shrieking squeals of laughter.

Andromeda smiled after them before turning her gaze on Harry. "I assume the trip's still on, then."

"Yeah, it is. Draco was thrilled by the idea." Harry grinned widely, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're still coming, aren't you?" At the knowing look, he had to fight the blush off.

"Of course I'm coming, nephew-in-law." She smiled, patting his cheek. "I always did enjoy Paris when I was younger and with you not knowing a word of French, you may need me."

Oh, how wrong she was.

Draco settled Teddy against the floor, allowing him to sneakily push open the door to Scorpius's bedroom and tiptoe in. The attempts at subtlety were futile. Instantly being tackled to the floor by a massive blur of bright blonde hair, Draco muttered a quiet 'be careful' and left to go check on the state of his other two sons one room down.

Al was struggling stubbornly with the buttons of his shirt, while James had thrown on a t-shirt that was only a little wrinkled and jeans. He was muttering over his shoelaces - part of him knew how to tie them, but sometimes it went dim. Hermione had told him it was probably something to do with the accident that had taken his biological parents away, but all James knew was that it was irritating. Frustrated tears were pricking his eyes when the door opened. "I need help." And it bugged him to say it.

Draco walked over silently, quietly wishing that they could somehow go back and figure out what went wrong. "It's okay, James." Reaching down, he slowly tied the shoelaces into a knot, slow enough to know that his son was watching and remembering his every movement as not to have to ask for help again.

Standing slowly from the ground, Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to James's forehead. "It happens."

Albus watched on with a sad recollection. It happened a lot.

"I don't want it to happen." He huffed, embarrassed, and tilted his head down to hide his face behind his bangs. He'd been trying lately to keep his hair messy like Harry's or... or Papa's. James really wanted to start calling them those titles, but he wasn't sure yet how to go about it. It came really easy for Scorpius, and Al was starting to do it more and more. Teddy called them anything from Uncle to cousin to dad, depending on his mood and grandma's proximity. It didn't strike him as odd at all how quick he'd begun calling Andromeda grandma, though.

Draco slowly combed a hand through James's messy locks. "Don't worry, James. Son, you'll get it soon."

Albus smiled, leaving his buttons backwards and buttoned on all angles but right, he walked over and wrapped his little arms tightly around James's body. "Love you."

The older boy blushed at the affection as he always did, but didn't hesitated to return it. This was Al, his baby brother. "Love you too." His quiet grey eyes flicked up to Draco as well. "Love you too... daddy."

Draco froze. Daddy? Did James just...? Over the past month or so that the boys had come to stay at Grimmauld, had come to call themselves Potter-Malfoys (Malfoy-Potters, the parents didn't really care) the titles of "papa," or "daddy," or even the occasional "pop!" from Albus had taken a while for all their sons to get used to. James still seemed a little awkward at the title, though his new parents understood.

Leaning down, Draco placed another kiss against James's hair, relishing in the warmth from the boy. "We love you too, son."

"Is Paris gonna be fun?" he wondered, fingers curling into Draco's shirt in a silent, unconscious request to keep him nearby.

Kneeling down in front of the two, Draco pulled them into his lap, a small grin pushing at his lips. "It's going to be wonderful, just you wait and see."

"Really?" Albus gasped, eyes wide with wonder.

"Yes. And don't forget, we baked a cake last night for Scorpius." They all had, in fact, stayed up rather late to bake a family styled cake for the younger Malfoy-blonde boy, which was easy to remember due to the fact Scorpius had tried spying on them until the wee hours of the morning. Oh wards, how Draco loved them.

"The cake was fun," James offered, patting Draco's shirt rather than clutching it now. It was nice being held, brought up very vaguely familiar sensations. He felt as safe in Draco's lap as he did in Harry's and he rather liked that.

Said brunette was leaning on the doorjamb, Andromeda's presence in Scorpius's room causing plenty of happy squeals that way. She'd gotten a little something for all the boys, which was even a surprise to Teddy, and Harry had wanted to let the other two know. Now, though, seeing them in his fiance's lap, safe and secure, he only wanted to stay quiet and not ruin the moment.

Such a picture. Between James's hair and his eyes, he very well could've been a Malfoy-Potter by blood. And Al's almost obsessive neatness was beginning to make itself known. Hermione had explained that the two of them were re-learning their own personalities and would possibly regain their memories. The mind still held enough secrets that the Healers had no real idea what they could do about the boys, but Hermione believed that if they were just allowed to grow freely and comfortably, their lives would have a semblance of normalcy.

Harry very highly doubted that anyone would consider this family to be one inspired by "normalcy," but he was content with the knowledge that it was free and comfortable. They weren't pressing James into doing or saying things he didn't want and little Al's neatness wasn't anything but encouraged. Harry wanted those boys to be themselves, and he was sure Draco did as well.

"Now why don't you finished getting dressed, and I'll meet you downstairs and we can leave for Paris. How does that sound?" The cheers from his sons had the blonde father standing with a laugh, turning to stop in shock. "H-Harry. Oh. Is... Is everything okay?"

"Everything's..." He paused, searching for the best word. "Everything's right." He smiled warmly. "Grandma has something for you boys in Scorpius's room," he announced.

James and Albus rushed out of the room before their cheers could even leave their lips, leaving the two adults with a rather tense atmosphere. "You..." He fumbled with the edge of his shirt, emotions warring on inside his body. Why was it suddenly so hard to breath? To smile? He was doing it so often, like a bloody 'Puff. "You sure?"

"Draco, I'm more than sure." Harry walked over, taking both of Draco's hands in his. "I heard him call you daddy. I think James is starting to get used to us."

The blonde nodded, lifting Harry's hands to his lips. "I was shocked. I think he finally might be opening up."

"Maybe. Hopefully." Harry's eyes shone with possibilities. "Just no pressure. Like Hermione said."

"I know. I just... He called me dad. It's a revelation, I suppose." Draco stepped forward the last foot to wrap his arms around Harry's shoulders and just rest for a moment, drowning out the squeals of laughter from the next room and the muttering of Kreacher's drawling voice, just listening to the sure beating of Harry's heart. "Wonder what he'll call you."

"Whatever he likes." Harry rested his cheek on Draco's shoulder, holding him close. "I just want him to be happy, Draco. We did the right thing, didn't we? Bringing them into our family?"

"Of course we did, Harry." Draco's brow furrowed in confusion, his fingers dancing lightly over the bumps of Harry's spine. "What makes you think we didn't?'

"Nothing. I'm just making sure. I worry about him and Al, that's all."

"Well there is no need to worry, they are amazing boys. So, points to Gryffindor for that."

There was, but Harry appreciated the words. He smiled, pressing a warm kiss to Draco's neck. "So... to Paris?"

Draco pressed a warm kiss to Harry's cheek. "To Paris."

"Paris!" Voices squealed loudly from the room next door.

Harry laughed, giving his lover a squeeze. "Let's go see what Andromeda got them, then."

-8-8-

Armed with four rowdy sons and their new toys; a few plushies and a toy broom clutched tightly in little arms, the Potter-Malfoy family, along with Andromeda, were standing in front of a russet brick fireplace, ready to take off towards Paris.

"Ready, boys?" Draco glanced around to make sure they were all dressed appropriately before glancing up at Harry and Andromeda. "So by apparation or Floo?"

"Floo. I've already got us connected with our hotel." Harry grinned. "I've been planning this for a while."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "We'll talk about this later, then." Kneeling down, he adjusted Scorpius's jumper out of habit, smiling softly as the boy looked at him with a healthy looking smile. "Ready to go?"
"Yup!"

"Haha, okay then." Draco stood up, glancing at Harry. "One at a time?"

"Sure. Andromeda, could you go ahead? Let them know we're all heading in."

She took a pinch of the powder he held out, smiling. "Yes, of course." She tossed in it, called out the name of their hotel, and stepped through, disappearing in a flash of green.

"Alright, then, Teddy, you first. Then James."

Small nods and fumbling hands, a few flashes of green later and Al slowly stepped up to the hearth, hands twisting nervously against his shirt.

Harry was still knelt down from helping James and Teddy - though Teddy was used to the form of travel. He smiled at Al, laying his hands over the boy's. "Don't be nervous, Al. You'll be okay."

The toddler, more of a young boy really, glanced up at his papa with a nervous stutter on his lips. "B-But- I-I can't."

Harry touched his cheek. "Why not, Al?"

The boy's eyes widened with unperceptive fear as he gazed at the massive fire. "S-...S'scary..."

Draco blinked in confusion. Was there... Did something happen involving his parents with some form of a bright green flash? His stomach sunk. Oh Merlin, he wished, hoped it wasn't the Killing Curse that took his son's parents.

"Al," Draco cooed softly, kneeling down next to his fiance and drawing the boy into his arms. "How about I go with you, so there is nothing to be scared of?"

"And you've got your centaur, don't you?" Harry stroked the boy's hair gently. "Draco and he will make sure you're just fine."

Albus glanced down at the centaur, bright brown fur and beady brown eyes glancing up from the toy that lay against his foot. "Hold my hand?" He glanced up at Draco with big grey eyes, causing the elder Malfoy's heart to warm instantly in a swell of love for the shy little boy.

"Oh, Albus..." He stood, leaning down to swoop the boy into his arms with a little spin, pleased at the squeals of laughter it brought forth from his lips. "I'll do you one better." Pulling Albus against his chest, Draco chuckled as the boy snuggled up like he was covered in blankets with his head against his pillows. Never being one to admit it, Albus loved snuggling up to Harry or Draco, vying for human contact as much as he could. Draco had found him in bed with James, snuggled up against his brother in the wee hours of the morning, on more than one occasion.

Harry grinned up at them. "That's much better. I'll be along after you two."

Draco nodded, grabbing the centaur from the floor and a pinch of floo powder. "See you in Paris." And with a flick of his wrist, Albus's head tucked against his neck to block his eyes, Draco disappeared in a flash of bright green flames.

"...Poof." Scorpius giggled up at Harry, silent the past few minutes.

"Poof, indeed. Let's go, devilish child of mine." He swept Scorpius up, gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek, and threw some powder into the flames.

They came out in the hotel, a bellboy informing them in thickly accented English that the rest of their family was already being escorted to their rooms. It didn't take Harry and Scorpius long at all to join them, Harry quickly setting the birthday boy down so he could join his brothers in excitedly running around the huge expanse of a suite.

Harry looked up at Draco. "How d'you like it?"

Draco glanced around in content appreciation. "It's beautiful, Harry."

Harry had thought so when he'd chosen it. The front room was large, done in pale creams and golds. The furniture was white, which showed either great faith in the cleanliness of their patrons or great faith in their maids' cleaning spells. Watching Al bobbling the drink he assumed Andromeda had given him led Harry to believing the latter.

There were bedrooms that led off from the main living area; Harry had requested three - Andromeda, the boys, him and Draco - and each had an ensuite attached. There was a kitchen off to the side that Harry doubted would see much use and the miniature ice box would have to have a locking charm put on it to keep out curious little hands.

"Come on. I'll show you the boys' room."

Hand offered, Draco took his husband's hand and with a little tug was being led down a wide hallway, his shoes clacking against polished mahogany floors.

"It doesn't look like it should be this huge, does it?" Harry paused at the first door and pushed it open. The room was large, four beds laid out in it. "I figure if they want, we can push their beds together." Al might, at any rate. He went to the windows and pulled open the curtains, revealing a view of a park just down below.

Draco chuckled, nodding his head. "It's wonderful. Perfect choice, Harry." Sheets of dark blues and pillows of white created a small, cozy atmosphere despite the large walls and wide space of the room. "And I don't see why not; a large sleepover I suppose."

"Yeah. They'll have fun with it. In the meantime, we can start exploring." He turned, grinning at Draco. "Y'know, I've never actually been here for anything but work."

"Oh?" The blonde raised an eyebrow. "And when has my fiance been in the lovely Paris for work?"

"Ah... I think it was sometime last year. You know Ron and I get a lot of the international cases. But France's bureaucracy's a bloody nightmare, so we tried to avoid the cases we think'll lead us here."

"Well as long as there were no lovely little affairs before you landed yourself with a fiance and his son. Those are bloody nightmares." Draco tugged Harry forward into a soft, relaxing kiss, something he wouldn't get enough of, even twelve years from now.

"No. No lovely little affairs in Paris." His hands slid up into his lover's hair, lips curving in a small smile. "At least not until I brought you here."

Draco leaned into the touch, a little smirk curling at the end of his lips. "I'm an affair now, is that so, Potter?"

"A permanent one," he murmured, lips moving against the blonde's.

Draco tilted his head, melting into the warm press of lips with an airy, breathless moan.

Harry sighed into the kiss, pressing the length of his body to Draco's.

Leaning down, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry's waist, Draco drew him in closer, heart fluttering at the delicious press of lips.

Part of Harry wondered if he'd ever get tired of this, if even the most gentle of kisses would do anything but leave him warm. But the rest of him knew - or hoped, why analyze? - that he'd never get tired of it, that Draco's kisses were a lifelong addiction.

"I wish I could just take you to bed and keep you there for the next few hours." Draco sighed, licks and gentle nips being brushed against Harry's lips.

"To get to that point, we have to wear out four little boys." Harry sighed, fitting his lips firmly to his lover's.

He groaned indignantly. "Why sons, Potter? Why?" He loved the boys, they both did. Their lives were bliss with them, surely; shrieking cries, long nights, childish smiles and all.

"Because eventually, they'll all be at Hogwarts and we'll have weeks and weeks to wish they were around." He grinned, nipped Draco's lip a final time before drawing back. "Let's go?" There was a childish excitement in his eyes. "I want to see everything."

Draco raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. "Whatever happened to coming here on Auror missions, my dear Head Auror?"

That was different. That was a side of Paris he had no intention of showing any member of his family. There were times when he felt bad that Ron was around him, but then Ron would remind him that he'd signed up for the same thing. "I'm not Head Auror yet," he said instead.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Potter. You practically are, so don't give me that." Grabbing Harry's hand, Draco turned their bodies and gave him a little shove towards the door. "Now go, you have your children waiting to see you."

"You too. They're your children too." His grin widened, brightened. "Isn't that grand?" He laced his fingers with Draco's and led him out.

The blonde chuckled sardonically, contentedly. "What? That I'm now engaged to the Boy-Who-Lived, have four sons and not even ten years ago hated your slimy black guts? Yup. Grand."

"You forgot the bonded and madly in love part. Though when you put it all together like that, it seems more than grand."

Draco rolled his eyes, a grin pressing against his lips. "Yeah yeah, don't ruin my Slytherin pride more than I already have." They walked slowly down the hallway, drifting side by side.

"And here I thought Slytherin pride was infallible."

"And here I thought all Gryffindors had their head stuffed up their arses."

Harry laughed. "Once again, my love, you prove that Slytherins are true prats."

The blonde shook his head, pausing at the edge of the hallway to push Harry backwards, hand curled in the collar of his shirt as he pressed him against the wall, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. "And there, you are wrong, love. I just love your arse." Turning, he walked around the bend of the hallway, disappearing from view, leaving Harry rumpled and leaning against the pale creme wall.

Harry let himself slump against it for a moment, smiling slowly. "Prat," he murmured fondly and followed the sounds of squealing laughter back to the living room.

Draco laughed warmly as he was tackled to the carpeted floor, four sets of wide, childishly excited eyes glancing down at him, questions being shot off at rapid-fire pace as his sons sat atop his body, giggling and glancing down at him.

"Dad- Paris! The park looks amazing!"

"I can't read anything! Haha, this is awesome!"

"Daddy- duckies! S'park has duckies!"
"Every'fing here is so cool!"

"Speaking of the park..." Harry smiled down at them all. He leaned down, ruffling James's hair. "Why don't we start there?"

Albus climbed off Draco's stomach, shuffling over and holding his arms up to Harry. "Pop! Up!"

Harry swung the boy up, laughing. It warmed his heart to hear the boy call him that; he was the only one who did. And Harry just adored it as much as he did the boy himself.

Snuggling against Harry's chest, Albus gazed down at his siblings contently as Draco rolled over, hands diving around to tickle his sons with warm laughter bubbling from his lips, Teddy climbing onto Draco's back as the blonde's fingers ran over Scorpius's stomach and around James's sides.

"M-Merlin-!" James laughed, body shaking and wiggling around to get away from the deft fingers of his father.

Teddy's triumphant laugh became a squeal when Draco managed to reach back and snag him. Harry bounced Al, watching with a wide smile. His family was absolutely precious.

The few minutes of a tickling session ended with Draco, rumpled clothes, disheveled hair and reddened cheeks being laid upon by three of his four sons, panting and laughing warmly as the three boys tried to catch their breaths, strewn upon their father like a one giant, muscled pillow, shirts raised over stomachs, hair messy, cheeks red with laughter; all four on the floor looked as if they'd just happily survived a rapid wind storm.

Harry bent down to pluck Scorpius's beret off the floor and dropped it onto the face of said boy. "Your brothers are silly, aren't they, Al?"

The boy giggled from resting his head against his father's shoulder. "Silly family."

Draco, tugging his own shirt back down to a modest place on his body laughed quietly as he sat up, pushing himself off the ground and giving a playful 'oof' as all the boys toppled on top of each other, giggling and squealing with the sudden, jerking movement. "Okay, boys, up!"

Teddy only settled himself comfortably in Draco's lap, smiling. His hair had gone a pale blonde again and his eyes were dancing from silver to green and back again.

Draco chuckled, rolling his eyes as Scorpius and James clambered off, Draco pulling the Metamorphmagus against his chest. "Shall we head to the park then?"

The cheers from the children were full of laughter, excitement. This wasn't so much as a birthday adventure as a family outing, one of their first. Hopefully the Prophet wouldn't catch wind.

"Are parks different here?" Teddy wondered.

"We'll just have to find out, won't we?" Harry gave Albus quick kisses on his cheeks before dropping him down. "Go find your jackets."

The boys all rushed off, practically tripping over each other in excitement, plush toys bouncing against the youngster's legs, never leaving their sides. "Gra'ma! Jackets!" They squealed, giggling.

Draco watched on with a shake of his head and a warm smile, leaning against the carpet supported by his elbows.

Harry offered a hand to help him up, grinning. "This is going to be an adventure."

Draco raised his eyebrows, chuckling as he laced his fingers through Harry's and jumped up from the ground. "I think I've had enough adventures for a lifetime, thank you love."

"We're in Paris with four kids. You may have had enough, but you'll be getting one."

"Oh? And does that mean you haven't had enough adventures for one lifetime, Golden Boy?"

He considered a moment before shaking his head. "No, I don't think I have." He smiled. "I'm always up for an adventure."

Leaning forward, Draco pressed their lips together. "Well then, foolhardy Gryffindor, let's go find you an adventure."

When a little body thumped into his legs, Harry glanced down and grinned at James. There was a frustrated light in the boy's eyes that he was battling and his coat wasn't zipped, so Harry knelt down and smoothly did it for him. "Are you excited about the park, James?"

He nodded stiffly, so Harry gave him a fond hug that was almost desperately returned. One day, Harry hoped these memory lapses would go away.

"Jamie?" Albus mumbled, standing a few feet away. The little boy glanced down at his coat, fumbling with the zipper. He saw it happen, his bright grey eyes knowledgeable; he'd seen James forget how to zip his coat.

James huffed a little, grabbing Al's coat and zipping it up as if the memory lapse had never been there to begin with. It was baffling how they happened, just little momentary mental blocks. Harry glanced up at Draco, shrugged slightly. There was nothing they could do and sometimes it made the Gryffindor feel a little helpless.

Draco gave a small nod, smiling down sadly with a small sigh. He was so bright, Draco mused as James came over to start firing rapid questions about their activities for today at the blonde. Draco combed a hand through his hair; so bright, yet so troubled.

Harry sighed quietly, but gave Albus a tight little hug when he reached out. Both of these boys had little quirks, little needs. Albus and his nightmares, his moments of clear clarity that something was wrong, his needs to be held and cuddled as often as possible. And then James's memory lapses, the occasional chilling moment where he'd look at Harry or Draco with baffled grey eyes and ask about mum and dad. They were precious boys and the majority of the time, they were both in the moment and just fine. But those moments where they remembered - or forgot - tugged helplessly at Harry's heart.

Teddy ran in, his hand clasped with Scorpius's. His hair was shaggy, the same shade as Harry's. It was his usual choice when they all went out somewhere together and Teddy had to pick one hair color. It made Harry's lips twitch, so he lifted Al and went over to take Teddy's free hand and give it a squeeze. "We're ready," the boy announced.

Harry grinned. "So I see."

Draco leaned down to press a kiss against James's forehead and held out a hand, smiling as the boy's hand met his. "Ready?"

"Yes, father." He grinned happily, bright grey eyes shining up at him with wary happiness. Draco nodded, it was the best he could do.

"To the park, then. Andromeda?"

She waved a hand. "Take the boys. I'll put things together up here and handle lunch."

Draco nodded his thanks. "Well then," he waved his free hand towards the door. "Shall we?"

The boys shot out, Teddy the first at and out the door. Harry laughed and grasped Draco's hand, dragging him out with them. Time to start this adventure.

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We've decided, for safety purposes, to split this 18,000 word story into multiple chapters as not to melt the brain~! Oh, and we have a surprise for you, so KEEP READING THE AUTHOR'S NOTES!

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I love the things that I make Scorpius do. XD In W.L I made him meander into his bedroom; he was essentially swaying from side to side like a drunk with Perry clutched in his arms, wobbly at the knees by the sight of blood. And here, I made him head/table. XD Yaayyy.

Ciao for the next chapter~ Up momentarily!

-Abraxas and Syl.