Author's note: This story is the sequel to Draco Malfoy, Painter, but it also stands alone on its own. All you need to know is that there is an establish relationship between Harry and Draco. Now to skip ahead, to when they are marriage with children.


"Whainder?" Scorpius asked, poking Draco in the belly.

Scorpius was two, almost three, and our second son. He was a feminine little thing who only ever wore dresses from the time he could point out which one he wanted and throw a fit if he didn't get his way. He was tall, thin, and pointy in the face, like Draco, with my green eyes. He was smart; usually answering a question once was enough for him to understand. But this was the first time he was getting a new sibling and he didn't seem to comprehend the situation fully. He asked this question, phrased a myriad of ways, of Draco's giant belly every day.

"Your sister is in there, Scorp," Draco answered, one hand over his belly, the other reaching towards Scorp's little toddler hand. "Here, do you want to feel again?"

"Sissy?" Scorp asked, nodding emphatically, hand darting out to feel.

"Yes, sister. She's kicking over here right now," Draco said, moving Scorp's hand over.

"Issa sissy, like me?" Scorp asked.

I groaned and turned to my oldest, who had been playing with his cars, anger on my face. "James Sirius Malfoy!"

"What?" James asked, jumping in place and looking up with a scared expression on his face. He knew he was in trouble. "What did I do now?"

James was our oldest, having just turned six. He took after my side in terms of looks, with my black hair, short stalky stature, and facial structure. The only traits of Draco's he'd gotten were the pale grey eyes, the soft easy to comb hair, and the full lips. He had even less in common with Draco in terms of interests, preferring sports, hunting, fishing, flying, bicycles, and cars. But he did have Draco's bossy, overbearing temperament and an innate tendency to bully his little brother.

"You've been calling your brother a sissy again, haven't you?" I asked accusingly.

"No! It wasn't me!" James protested, despite the fact that he'd gotten in trouble for doing just that so many times before that I couldn't count.

"Scorp, did James call you a sissy again?" I asked more softly, turning to my young son.

"No," Scorp answered, looking scared too.

"Who called you a sissy, Scorp," Draco asked kindly.

"Nodody. I jus' sissy," Scorp answered, stepping backwards, away from Draco, with his hands clutched in front of him, like he was worried he was the one in trouble now.

"See!? It wasn't me!" James shouted. "He called himself a sissy!" Then he started roaring in laughter.

"That's not funny! Go play outside, James. I'll deal with you later," I said.

"But I didn't do it this time! I want to play with my cars," James protested.

"Go!" I ordered.

James' shoulders dropped, he let his toy car fall to the floor, and slunk away towards the back of the house. When he reached the rear doorway, he looked back over his shoulder and asked, "Can I ride my broom?"

"Yes, but be careful!" Draco called. He liked to spoil the children. He had so little in common with James that he just let James do whatever the child wanted, unless James was being mean to Scorpius. He couldn't abide the bullying any more than I could.

I admit that I didn't really get Scorp and the whole crossdressing thing, but neither Draco nor I got James. Everything was easy for James. He was the type of rambunctious son a macho man would be proud to have. Draco and I were proud of him; we just weren't interested in the things he was interested in, with the exception of Quidditch and flying. Before he was born, people used to wonder what we would do if he was a little girl; how would two men raise a little girl by themselves? Now that we were having a little girl, we thought we could handle most of it. But having a boy like James turned out to be difficult for two gay men like me and Draco. To deal, we recruited George, Ron, and Bill to take James fishing, hunting, and camping. Draco still felt bad for not being able to connect more and he dealt with his guilt by being overly lenient when it came to things like flying.

"Thanks, Father!" James exclaimed and then dashed out of sight, rear door banging shut loudly.

"Scorp, come here, baby. You're not in trouble," Draco said softly, reaching out towards our son as far as he could go, without getting up. He was too pregnant to get up. Scorp gave a small nod and inched forward, so that he was standing close enough that Draco wrapped the child in a hug. Scorp hugged back, the sweet little thing that he was. "Listen to me, you are not a sissy. This baby is not a sissy. What I was trying to tell you, is that this baby is a girl."

"A girrl?" Scorp asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, a girl," Draco repeated.

"A girrl like me?" Scorp asked, shy smile crooking up the corners of his mouth.

"No Scorp, you're a boy, like James. This baby is a girl, like Rose," Draco corrected. Rose was Ron and Hermione's daughter, born the same year as Scorp.

"No! I not like Jame! I not boy! I girrl, like Rose, see?" Scorp asked, plucking up the skirt on his dress to demonstrate.

I groaned, glad Draco was here to deal with this. I may be gay as fuck, but I didn't get the crossdressing. My first instinct was to refuse our son dresses and try to force him to be more like the little boy that he was. It was Draco who understood and said it was not just okay, but good, to be different. Not that Draco had any desire to wear girl's clothes either, but he has this whole parenting mantra of listening to one's children. Draco bought our son dresses and dolls, because that was what Scorp wanted.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked. "I thought you were a boy." He didn't believe in telling the children they had to be one way. He suggested and prodded, but never told or forced. If the children were insistent, he took their side.

"No, dat Jame. I girrl. Baby girrl too?" Scorp asked, hand reaching out to feel Draco's belly again.

"Yes, this baby is a girl, Scorp."

"Baby not mean like Jame?" Scorp asked.

I hated that our oldest was mean to our younger son. It was the one and only thing I didn't like about James. But despite years of punishment, nothing I did seemed to fix things. James didn't like Scorp, because Scorp was so feminine. Scorp didn't like James, because James was mean.

"No, of course she won't be mean like James. She will cry a lot, but she won't be mean. She's going to be your sister. You two are going to love each other," Draco answered.

"Sissy?" Scorp asked.

"No, sister," Draco corrected.

"Sis-ter," Scorp repeated.

"Yes," Draco said. "You are going to be the big brother."

"No, dat Jame. I big sister," Scorp corrected.

"Why are you the sister, Scorp?" Draco asked.

"'cause I girrl," Scorp answered simply, like it was obvious.

"You know Scorp, little girls don't ride brooms and play muggle football. Little girls take dance lessons. If you want to be a girl, we will have to switch you to the dance class with the other little girls," Draco said and then summoned the schedule of muggle extracurricular activities for children, knowing full well that Scorp had been asking to fly for months.

Back when James was little, he was so rambunctious that we wanted to get him into sports, to wear him out, so that we could have a break. The wizarding world had a few programs, but they were all for older kids and we didn't want to wait. I suggested we try going muggle, because there were loads of tiny-tot muggle programs, plus it would provide exposure to muggles and muggle children. Draco had agreed, as long as I was the one who took James to football, not because it was muggle, but because it was boring.

When Scorp was old enough, we signed him up for muggle activities too. First it was gymnastics, because that had the lowest age limit. Then he did swimming. And now that the season had changed, football had started. I'd taken him to his first practice last week and he'd cried the whole time. He didn't understand the concept of running around on the field or kicking the ball. He just wanted to spin around in circles until he got dizzy.

"Good idea, Draco. I like the way your sneaky brain works," I said. I hated dancing. I would rather do just about anything other than dancing. Giving Scorp the choice of dancing or football was just the thing Scorp needed to appreciate football. It would solve this whole girl issue and maybe even end this dress business.

Draco smiled at me and turned to the section on dance classes in the booklet. "Let's see, there's ballet, tap, funk, and something called 'hip hop.' What's hip hop, Harry? Do the muggles dance around like hares?" he asked the last looking up at me.

"No, it's…I don't know how to describe it," I admitted.

"And here I thought you knew all things muggle," Draco replied.

Meanwhile, Scorp inched away from Draco, hand outstretched towards one of his dolls.

"Scorp, which one of these types of dancing do you want to do?" Draco asked.

"Dass," Scorp answered.

"Yes, but which type. Girls can do ballet, tap, funk, or hip hop," Draco prodded. "Or boys can play football."

"I dass. I girrl. I hate Jame ball. Jame ball bad!" Scorp insisted.

"He's not still scared of the ball, from the time James' ball came down on his head, is he?" I asked, concerned. That might explain why Scorp had been so difficult every time I tried to get him near the ball during practice.

"Don't know. But what I do know, Harry, is that this looks like one of those times where you, our great provider, can do some providing while I sit home on my arse, growing your baby. There's a ballet class and a hip hop class starting any minute now down at the recreation center. Take Scorp and see if he likes either of them. Then once he picks, sign him up and get him the costume," Draco said, passing me the brochure.

"No…why would I sign him up? The whole point of this is to scare him into being a boy and playing football like James, so I don't have to take them to two different activities," I replied, although I did take the class schedule.

"No, the whole point is to get me out of watching twice as many of those horrid football games. Dance class will be fun," Draco corrected.

"For who? Are you going to take him?" I asked, eying Draco's girth.

"Of course not; you are. But eventually, when Lily is old enough, I'll take both of them and then you can just do James and the bad-ball," Draco answered.

"Bad ball!" Scorp repeated.

I groaned. "Don't encourage him!" I protested.

"Fine, as long as you take him to pick out a dance class and send James back inside. I can't get us both to St. Mungo's if he falls off his broom," Draco said.

"You're the one who said he could go fly," I huffed, gathering my car keys. If we were going into Muggle territory, it would have to be the car. "Come on Scorp, we have to go do girl things."

"Yay!" Scorp exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. "Girrl dangs!"

And so that is how I ended up on a mission to take my youngest son to find a dance class, after convincing my older son to put down the carpentry tools he wasn't supposed to be playing with and the wood blocks he wasn't supposed to be nailing together, and go inside, where Draco could supervise without getting up. I wasn't surprised to find James building something when he had asked to go flying, because that type of thing was common for him: he loved getting into stuff and what he wanted to do most, was always something he didn't have permission for. If Draco had told him he couldn't go flying, then he would've gone anyway and this little carpentry project never would've started.

"Daddy?" Scorp asked from his carseat in the backseat of my car.

I'd have to install the infant seat for the new baby soon and then there would be wall to wall carseats back there, because James still had a booster.

"Yes, Scorp?" I asked.

"I do pricess dass?" Scorp asked.

"Sure thing, kiddo. You just tell me which one is princess dance," I answered, pulling into a parking spot.

"Yay! Imma pricess! I luff you, Daddy!" Scorp exclaimed.

"I hope you still love me after you see what dancing is," I replied.

We went inside, Scorp bouncing merrily in excitement. I found a teenager working reception, asked about the two classes, and learned that I could take Scorp in to watch. We were pointed in the direction of hip hop class first. Scorp's face lit up in a smile as he saw the class and he began bopping around to the rhythm. He wasn't like me; he had rhythm, like Draco. That made me smile, because at least he wouldn't have to worry about having my two left feet, and because Scorp's excitement was contagious.

"There's another dance class, Scorp. Should we check it out?" I asked.

Scorp nodded. We found the ballet class. This time Scorp wanted to do more than watch and bounce around: he kept running out to the dance floor and trying to get in line with the other little girls. I tried to call him back, but the teacher said it was fine and that he could join their class. So I sat down with the moms and watched. I wished he would've picked the other class, because this music was boring and this dancing looked stupid in comparison. I mean, it's bad enough my son wants to take dance, but it's worse that he wants ballet. At least if he were in hip hop, then he would be learning cool dance moves, but this ballet dancing was just lame.

"Scorp, don't you want to go back to hip hop?" I asked when the class finished. "That looked fun."

"I dwirlll," Scorp said, doing another twirl for me.

"Yes, good job. But which class do you want? The fun one in that other room?" I asked.

"No. Pricess dass here," he insisted, pointing at the ballet teacher. "I pricess too!" He pointed at his own chest emphatically.

I sighed in defeat. If my son wanted to take ballet and I put him in hip hop, Draco would just make me sign him up for ballet too and take him here twice a week. Draco always insisted that Scorp could be anyone he wanted to be and do anything he wanted to do. And although I would've preferred a son who was a little bit more like me, who was I to tell him he couldn't follow his dreams?

"Alright," I said and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, we have to sign you up."

I signed Scorp up and then asked about the uniform. Then I drove us home, before flooing us straight into Madam Malkins to purchase the required leotard. We always flooed straight in and made the kids wait in the back until the store was empty, to avoid the press. Draco and I had agreed that our children were not going to be raised in the spotlight. We didn't let the wizarding world into our lives and even more so the lives of our children. And well, it was easier not to have to explain why my son was wearing a dress.

"I preddy," Scorp said when he twirled around in his new leotard.

"Yes, Scorp, you are," I confirmed.

"I preddy girrl," Scorp said.

"You are a pretty boy," Madam Malkin corrected, calculating my bill.

"Girrl!" Scorp shouted angrily, face turning red and fists balling up. Like his parents, he sometimes had a temper.

"No Madam Malkin, Draco said we are going along with this," I said.

"I girrl, righ' Daddy?" Scorp asked me.

"Yes, Scorp. You can be anything you want to be," I replied. The shopkeeper looked at me pointedly, giving me the impression that she disapproved. But Scorp had been dressing as a girl for over a year now and I gave her a look that said this was my kid and my decision and not hers.

"See, I girrl," Scorp concluded and resumed his earlier twirling around in place.

Madam Malkin kept her mouth shut, except to tell me the total.

"Just let Daddy pay, Scorp, and then we can go check on your father. I hope your baby sister isn't giving him any trouble."

"Baby in Fadder tummy?" Scorp asked, still smiling.

"Yes Scorp, the baby is in your father's tummy," I confirmed, hoping that maybe he was getting it this time. The baby would be here soon enough and I hoped he was prepared. James wasn't prepared enough. James had taken one look at Scorpius and gotten jealous.


Author's Note: I would like to thank Mila Pink for coming to my rescue with a name for this story. Thank you so much!

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