{Draco and Harry.}
Muggle-studies was the bane of Draco Malfoy's existence. Not because Molly Weasley taught the class, but because for a full fifty minutes, he had to stare at the back of Harry Potter's head. And having to do so right before lunch was enough to make anyone loose their appetite. Even so, he bore through it, snickering with Blaize most of the time because- frankly- the class was rather a joke among the Slytherins.
His sixth year, and he still had to be bothered with such mediocre things. Next year…well, lets just say he wouldn't be bothering with such classes as muggle studies. There were bigger and better things set out for him. Rolling back his shoulders, he pretended to ignore 'Professor Weasley' while actually trying to hear everything she was on about. Which was surprisingly rather heard.
"Groups of three, a mother, a father, and two children…..this potion….living together for the rest of the term….half of your grade…." After that he gave up on trying to figure out what the bloody hell she was trying to even say, deeming it hopeless.
"This should be fun, eh?" Blaise snorted, his eyes zooming in on Luna Lovegood from across the room. What ever he was thinking, Draco didn't want to know. The Ravenclaw never was one to give into his good looks, which made her completely useless in his eyes.
"Neville, Hermione, Ronald, Seamus." Professor Weasley listed off in a frantic voice, flashing her son a small smile, making Draco smirk at the predictable grouping. Though, it was a little curious for her to leave Potter out of the mix. Before he had time to think of it, she started off into grouping again. "Next we have… Dean, Cho- Ginny dear, don't do that with your quill- what was I saying? Oh yes, Dean, Cho, Ginny, Hannah." She paused again, looking around at the remaining students while Dean went around placing a small bottle of blue potion down on each person's desk. "Gregory, Vincent, Pansy, Astoria."
Well, there went Draco's perfect group. As he looked around at the remaining four people, he was hit with a realization. Only four people left. But that meant-
"Draco, Harry, Luna, Blaise."
"That's absurd!" He screeched at the exact moment Potter jumped from his seat with an abrupt, "Professor Weasley, please!"
Blaise sat by his side quietly for a minute before shrugging and glancing at Luna who looked more than happy to hurry over to join the group. She swayed awkwardly by the side of the table, looking the three boys over.
"Well," She started simply, her dazed voice seeming to calm the mood. "Shall you drink the potion or shall I?" She looked around at them all, but no one offered any objections so- quite swiftly- she lifted the bottle to her lips and drank thirstily. And, once the bottle was settled back onto the table, she started…well, shrinking. They watched her get smaller and smaller until suddenly her bright blue eyes were wide and curious, and she reached her pudgy arms up towards Harry who- looking quite frazzled- came to his senses first and decided the floor wasn't the best place for a child. Picking her up, he decided it was best to not speak, but merely turn his chair around, and sit the small girl on his lap.
"Oi," Blaise broke the silence, looking into his own bottle, "Bottoms up, mate." He tilted it at Draco before gulping down the contents. Soon, he too started shrinking. Draco hoisted the boy (Around two years old like Luna) into his lap, making sure he sat higher than Luna did with a smirk pointed at Harry.
Harry felt anger well up inside him at that smirk. After all, it wasn't like this was his ideal group either. As he prepared a smart remark to Draco, Mrs. Weasley swooped in on them with a smile. "Oh, good, you've already chosen who the children will be! Much quicker than the rest I'm afraid." She sent a worried look around the room full of arguing people, eyeing the bottles as if it were poison. Harry decided that he wouldn't want to be the child in the group anyway. Being fake married to Malfoy was one thing, but to let Draco take care of his baby form was another. Besides, he'd probably take baby Harry to the Dark Lord and turn him over right away. And at least now he could keep a watchful eye on Luna. "Here's your room key, and location." She handed over a small booklet, "Everything you need will be in there. Fake money (Which you can use at some select shops in Hogsmead- you'll need baby supplies and cleaning supplies of course.) Magic is limited." When she spotted Draco begin to argue she shot him a silencing look, "And….be careful." She sent Harry a pointed look before going over to stop a baby Crabbe from eating his own arm off.
For an awkward, silent moment, Draco and Harry simply stared at each other.
"Let's get one thing straight, Potter." Draco cut in. If he was going to do this, he was at least going to be the authority in the relationship. The man. "You take care of the cleaning and the, " He paused looking at the Luna and Blaise, "Children."
Harry scoffed, offended by the offer as they stood and walked from the room. "And what'll you be doing then Malfoy? Nothing, I suppose." He bit sarcastically, rolling his eyes and snatching the book out of his hands, reading off the location and hurrying up to the fifth floor. He'd have to talk to Ron and get him to try to convince his mom to make Harry switch groups.
"As a matter of fact Potter," Draco sneered, finally catching up with the boy at the top of the stairs. He pinned it on Harry's Quidditch build and how he was weighed down with Blaise so he couldn't walk as fast. "I intended to do what Malfoys do best-"
"Make fun of Muggleborns?"
"-and find suitable mates for our children."
Harry snorted at the idea. He did realize that Luna and Bliase were hardly their children, and in no way should he be even thinking about planning their future partners. "Yeah right, Malfoy. You're helping out just as much as I am."
As he said it, Draco jammed the key into the lock and went stumbling into the room. Quickly composing himself, he walked around it in swift paces. He dropped Blaise unceremoniously onto the black leather couch, and went straight for the kitchen at the far end of the room. Harry came in behind him, closing the door and setting Luna down on the couch next to Blaise. The two started talking in gibberish and laughing hysterically. All the while, Draco called out for a house elf that didn't appear. After a few moments, he finally realized there was none. Harry went on to explore the house. A living room with a kitchen towards the back, a complete bathroom through one door, a closet through the other, a bedroom with two cribs and other toys and necessary things, and another bedroom- neither red and gold, nor green and silver, but a cool beige color- with one master bed, and limited space. As Harry took in the room, he realized with a start that he was meant to share with Malfoy. And, to his distaste, ultimately meant he'd be spending his nights on the couch.
"Potter, bloody hell, Potter get in here it's crying." Malfoy called snottily, holding Blaise up by the back of his robes and letting him swing dangerously over the glass coffee table.
"Malfoy, be careful, he's just a baby!" Harry scolded, rushing to the rescue, and taking the tiny Slytherin in his arms.
"I'll say." Draco rolled his eyes, "The little prat won't shut up."
Harry furrowed his browns at the blond. He didn't understand how anyone could be so…insufferable.
"I bet they're hungry." Harry said after a minute of trying to hush Blaise (Who eventually got Luna started too.)
"Better feed them then, Potter. What were you born yesterday?" Malfoy shot hotly, a smirk forming on his face at the utterly perplexed look on Potter's.