Here we go! First chapter of the third and final installment of my DracoxNeville series.

For Forever and A Day

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(Neville POV)

It was the sensation of not being able to breathe that woke me first.

Then it was the foot in my ribs.

I groaned and rolled over, realizing the same foot had knocked the breath out of me.

I cringed as the foot struck me in the small of my back, then again.

It was then that the loud, screeching cries reached my ears.

"Neville." Came the whine from beside me. "Neeeviiille. I've already gotten up twice. It's your turn."

Sighing, grabbing his foot and shoving it away from me, I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor. I padded out into the hallway, shivering, towards the back of our apartment and towards a white door, the volume of the cries increasing.

I walked in, yawning loudly, before moving to the dark wooden crib, scooping the small baby boy into my arms. "Shh, Toby. Shh, baby. Papa's here."

My 6 month old just continued to cry, eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping down fair cheeks, his little mouth stretched open to reveal a quivering tongue and toothless gums.

I caught the warm bottle as it flew into the room, smirking slightly at my perfectly mastered wandless magic, before gently putting the nipple in his mouth.

We had had a scare with this one. Draco had only been two months pregnant when he went into labor. We hadn't even known he was pregnant. Due to Draco's magic, he was developed enough to survive, but not without some difficulty. He was very small for his age and probably always would be. When he was older, he would have to use a Muggle-style inhaler. He had had more needles and tubes poked into his tiny body in the past six months then Lila and Lance had had in their almost six years or Clem in her three.

Gently bouncing my baby, I smiled thinking of all mine and Draco's beautiful children. All of our friends tease us, saying that we need to find a new hobby. Ginny and Theo had one baby boy, Timothy, Hermione and Ron had Audrey, Blaise and Pansy had Blakely and a two year old named Alexandria, Harry and Daphne had a four year old named Oliver, Crabbe and his beautiful wife, Claire, had a baby girl named Taylor and Goyle and his wife, Rebecca, had their twins, Alex and Ivan. And then Draco and I had our four. And hey, we were still young. We're probably not done quite yet.

I heard the quiet pad of feet and turned to see Draco, my t-shirt hanging down to his knees, dragging his feet down the hallway, his mouth over his mouth to cover his yawn.

"Is he back asleep already?" He whispered, coming over to stand next to me.

I nodded, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead before laying him back in his crib, pulling the blue, yellow, and green covers over his tiny body.

"You get out of bed after knocking the breath out of me and digging your damn ice cold toes in my back?"

He snickered, his nose crinkling up. "I was wide ass awake. It was just your turn."

I pulled him close, kissing the tip of his nose, before gently shoving him towards the door. "Go check on your kids."

He stuck his tongue out at me as he walked out in the hallway.

Clementine, sweet, beautiful little Clementine, was fast asleep, her stuffed penguin pulled to her chest, her covers falling off of her. Draco picked up the white and purple covers, tucking her in gently.

Clem was, virtually, me. She was shy, quite. Whenever we introduced her to someone new, she would duck behind one of our legs, hiding her sweet little face. She had a head full of thick, dark brown curls, hazel eyes, and a face full of freckles.

A crash came from across the hall causing Draco to chuckle under his breath.

"Well, the twins are awake."

Draco ran across the hall, throwing their door open.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

Both the blondes, mid-jump on one of their twin beds, immediately went limp, hitting the mattress, eyes closed, snoring loudly.

"Oh." Draco said, looking back at me. "Guess I'm just hearing things. Our little angels are fast asleep." He walked over, smiling at me as they began to giggle quietly. "Well, I guess if they're asleep," He grabbed one of each of their feet, leaning down, "they won't mind if I nibble on their toes."

Both of them began to screech, twisting our of their father's grip, causing Draco to laugh, dropping on the bed with them. They didn't hesitate to jump on him, pressing wet, smacking kisses to his cheeks.

Where Clementine took right after me, the twins were Draco's clones. Other than their sprinkle of freckles and their dark eyes, they looked exactly like him and acted just like him. They were constantly into something, even if there wasn't really anything to get into. If they were bored and had nothing to do, they would see who could hurt the other worse. We usually stopped them before they could actually do any damage, but once Lila had managed to black her brother's eye before we noticed. Draco and I had told them both why that was wrong and that they should never do it, but it was pretty ineffective since Draco had been laughing into his hand the whole time.

"That's exactly how I was as a kid." He explained later. "If I was with Daphne or Pansy, we were all painting each other's toenails. But if I was with the guys, we were all trying to see who could do the most damage. Broke Greg's nose once." He had sounded very proud.

I walked in, taking a twin in each arm, throwing myself back on the bed, on top of Draco who let out an indignant squeak before slapping me in the forehead.

"Alright, munchkins. It's bed-time."

"But Papa! I'm not tired!" Both of them began to dig their little fingers into my armpits, trying to get out of my grasp.

"Nope. Bedtime. Get in bed."

The twins began to grumble and moan but did as they were told. Draco moved to tuck Lila in while I did the same for Lance, placing kisses on the crowns of their heads before switching to do the same to the other.

Draco and I moved to the door, flipping the lights off.

"Goodnight, you guys. We love you."

"Goodnight, Papa. Goodnight, Daddy. Love you." They spoke in unison.

Right as the door was closing, I heard Lila's tiny voice, "Papa, you're a butt-sniffer."

Draco was immediately laughing so hard he almost lost his balance. I could hear both the twins laughing just as hard.

We walked back to our bedroom, Draco's laughter never ceasing. Once we were back in bed, Draco reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I swear, that kid is just too damn much. She's gonna be a comedian."

"We shouldn't encourage her to say stuff like that."

"Oh, get the stick out of your ass, butt-sniffer." He chuckled once again. "She's six. It's cute."

"But she's going to say that to the wrong person one day. Like, a kid or something."

"And what? They're going to push her down? Lance'll kick their ass. Then she'll kick their ass. Then I'll kick their parents' asses if they have anything to say about it."

I smiled, enveloping his lips with mine.

"You know, they really do act just like I did. Both of them. Lila especially. They're mean as hell, but their fucking hilarious."

"Cute, too."

"Are you saying I'm cute?"

"Mmm-hmm." I pressed a kiss to his pulse point. "Cute, pretty, sexy, gorgeous, beautiful."

"Even though I'm old?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Your twenty-four. Not really 'old'."

He laid his head on my chest, his mouth stretching into a yawn. "Will you still love me when I'm old and gross?"

"You'll never be gross. But yes. I will always love you."

He smiled. "I'll always love you, too."

"Even if I get fat?"

"That's pushing it a little."

I laughed as he smiled at me, letting me know he was, of course, just kidding.

"I'll always love you. No matter what."

I could tell by this point that he was fighting off sleep.

"Go to sleep, beautiful. You know your clones are gonna come in here and body slam us first thing in the morning."

He smiled once again, eyes softening. "One of the best parts of my day."

I smiled, kissing him. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too, butt-sniffer."

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There we go! First chapter up!

I want to start it off sweet and cute before everything goes to hell. :)

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