Children

"Great, just great a three year old girl and two infant boys," Raina muttered, but smiled at the little girl all the same and held one of her sons, while Harry held the other. The girl looked like her and the boy she held was a mix with her hair and Harry's eyes as well as her bone structure. But the other boy was the spitting image of Harry.

"We will call her Raina, but we'll call her Rai for short and his name will be

"Raina Lily Potter-Malfoy," Harry said, as Raina was about to fill out the birth certificate. They had lots of forms to fill out concerning her birth.

"Whatever."

"The boy in my arms we'll call James."

"I hate that name."

"It was my father's name."

"What's your point?" Raina asked. Harry got angry with her.

"My father is dead and I want my son named after him that's my point."

"Well I want to name him Draco." Harry looked as if she had slapped him in the face.

"I'll die before I let you name my son Draco!"

"Die than!" They were getting into a very loud argument as they yelled the names back and forth at each other. The children in their care started crying, but they didn't notice.

"Hey you two stop!" Snape yelled coming over. "What is the problem?"

"I want to name my son Draco," Raina told Snape.

"I want my son to be named James not Draco," He spat out the last name as Snape sneered at him and he knew he would side with Raina.

"You two have two sons," Ron said as him and Pansy stopped their squabble over names for their triplet daughters. "So you can use both names."

"No," Raina said. "Its not that simple his name is Marvolo."

"What!" Harry exclaimed. "Hell no, my son will not be named Marvolo, you can use Draco on him, but you will not name the other Marvolo!" Raina stared at him in shock.

"Are you defying me?" Raina asked in a low dangerous voice. Harry would not be put off by it though.

"Yes, I am there's only so much I'll go along with and this is where I draw the line," Harry told her sternly. Genevieve gasped loudly along with Malfoy and scrambled across the room. Others followed suit seeing as these were the two people who knew her best. Everyone seemed to stop breathing. Raina slapped him hard.

"That's for defying me." Next to everyone's amazement she turned him back to her and kissed him. When she let go Harry was confused and dazed. "And that is for defying me."

"Huh?" Everyone said.

"Change of partners. Blaise you will be Ms. Malfoy's husband…" Snape started, but Dumbledore stopped him saying that they could not change or everyone would want too.

"Oh don't cry, I didn't mean to yell at you," Raina said realizing that their children were crying. She calmed all three of them down with no help from Harry.

"Go home," Dumbledore told them. Everyone finished the papers as well as bickering over names before turning them in. Rai carried a small bag and Raina found it full of clothes and she was wearing a locket she didn't inquire about. She suspected that there was more to this whole project than Dumbledore was saying.

"The boys have two bags too," Harry said.

"The last two drawers are there. Separate them and make sure you put the clothes in the right drawer, I've labeled them." Harry nodded. There was a knock on the door while Xena was preparing bottles and dinner.

"Get the door Harry," Raina told him. Harry went to the door gladly to get away from Rai who was crying because she wanted to eat.

"Don't cry, love, come help me make dinner," Raina told her. She set her on the counter after wiping her hands and she let her eat a carrot and grate some. Rai was all too happy to be helpful.

"Oh hey Genevieve what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Dinner duh," Genevieve said.

"Gen, is that you?" Raina called.

"Yeah, I brought the meat and beans."

"Oh good come on in." Genevieve moved passed him and Blaise followed with Five year old Zabini and three chairs.

"Baby, why don't you go play with Zabini."

"Okay Mama." They exchanged kisses and Raina helped her down.

"I see someone has taken quite well to mother hood," Genevieve teased. Raina shrugged.

"I may be a mean spiteful and sometimes conniving bitch but I love children. They're my one weakness."

"And Harry," Genevieve teased. Raina shook her head.

"No, that lasted all off five minutes. I just pissed him off, but he does whatever I say." Genevieve frowned.

"And her I had thought you'd found the one." Raina nodded. As Genevieve put the beans over the fire to warm it up again.

"You ever try this with beans stuffed in it?" Raina asked after handing Harry a bottle and Blaise a bottle and directing them the boys who were crying.

"No, but its rice, beans, and meat that always tastes good." Raina nodded. Some one knocked on the door again. This time Raina in her half apron went to the door and opened it to be greeted by Draco and Hermione.

"What is it?" Raina asked hugging her cousin.

"The Mudblood can't cook and apparently you have to cook without magic except maybe to call for things. And she can't really expect me to cook besides I don't know how."

"To think you'd be dead without me this year," Raina told him shaking her head.

"Yeah, thank god for girl cousins I always say."

"You're going to need to bring your own chairs though if you're to join us a vegetables or we'll run out. Gen and Blaise are already over." They nodded even though Hermione had a deep frown on her face. She didn't look happy to be partnered with Malfoy and she didn't look happy t hat they had to come to Raina for dinner.

"Who was that?" Harry asked.

"Draco and Hermione, they'll be joining us for dinner." Harry accepted this because Hermione was his best friend. Before Raina could walk back over to Genevieve there was another knock at the door. Raina opened it to reveal Ron and Pansy.

"What?" Raina asked scowling at Pansy. She hated her and wished Draco would date someone better.

"Draco told me you can cook and we were wondering since I don't cook and I'm married to an idiot if we could join you," Pansy said with a smile on her face that just made you wanna barf.

"Yeah, I suppose as long as you don't smile, scowl, or sneer. No rude comments and you must bring rice and meat if you have it. Oh you'll also need to bring chairs." They nodded and left. Ron hadn't said anything.

"Who was that?" Harry asked.

"Ron and Pansy, they'll also be joining us." Harry scowled at the thought of Pansy in his home, but if Ron came so would she. Raina went back to the kitchen area. Soon both families came back.

Hermione and Malfoy had named the six-year-old girl, Daisy, who had bushy blond hair and blue eyes. Even his pale skin and bone structure, but their son, Draco, had his straight hair and Hermione's brown hair color. He also had blue eyes, and looked more like Hermione.

Pansy and Ron however had triplet girls with the Weasley's trademark ginger red hair and freckles with Pansy's eyes and bone structure. Neither of them was pleased with the results to say the least.

"Here cut it carefully like this and scoop out the seeds," Raina told Hermione and Pansy. Raina took up her knife again and began cutting the tomatoes.

"So Raina where did you learn to cook?" Hermione asked when she finished quickly like a professional chef she'd seen on television over the summer and joined Genevieve in grating zucchini, carrots, and eggplant.

"My mother is the best chef in all of Greece. It would be a shame if she didn't teach me," Raina answered after Genevieve nudged her.

"And you Genevieve?" Hermione asked.

"I took lessons at school, Raina's grandmother started it."

"A school, is that where Millificent and Chang went?" Pansy asked. "Draco we'll have much to tease Millicent about."

"Yes, that is where they went, and I'll have you know that Artemis's magical school for girls is a very fine and upstanding establishment much better than Hogwarts."

"Did you just say you go to an all girls school?" Pansy asked.

"Yes, that's why two girls left and not a boy and girl," Genevieve said turning around.

"So you don't have any guy friends?" Hermione asked.

"We have plenty of boys that are fine gentleman who don't slack off because they're too lazy to study like Ron and Harry. They join us for brunch every Saturday and tea on Sundays."

"And they join us at dances which you don't have and occasionally if we've passed our tests they join us for a nice dinner," Genevieve told them.

"All the boys here are pigs, would it kill them to have manners, and boys should know how to cook!" She directed the last part to Harry, Ron, Blaise, and Malfoy who were sitting and staring at each other. "Blaise, Harry support their heads when you're feeding them!"

"You turn your back for one second and they're already killing the kid," Genevieve said as the boys began coughing and crying.

"Dear God," Raina said putting a hand to her head as she held it down. "I had to be married to an inexperienced weakling."

"Guys calm down, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Raina can't take incompetence, it irritates her, but I think it has more to do with this assignment. It usually takes at least two weeks before she starts snapping at people mainly the guys."

"Raina get me a drink," Harry ordered. Genevieve quickly took the knife from Raina.

"Raina why don't you get the pan and put everything on the pan." Raina rubbed her temples and put the little bottle of olive oil in the pan Genevieve had brought. She quickly chopped up some onions and threw them in. She went to the fire and began to sauté the onions.

"What are you guys making anyway?" Pansy asked.

"Mudblood get me a butter beer!"

"We don't have any you git!"

"Don't call my girlfriend that," Ron told Malfoy in a menacing voice.

"She's not your girlfriend, she's my wife and I'll call her what I want." Everyone was watching them including the children.

"It's just an assignment she's not your wife."

"Well until this assignment is over, it is."

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped at them. " I don't belong to either of you." Raina grabbed the tomato pulp she had chopped up and added it to the mix. Soon she had added the rice among other things to it. She let it cool before putting it in a bowl.

"Are you guys done cutting those vegetables and scooping."

"Nope." Raina and Genevieve sighed before joining in. Genevieve grounded the meat and added it to the mixture. She toast some bread crumbs while Raina showed them how to carefully fill each vegetable and put it in the pan. Soon they had sprinkled the breadcrumbs over it and olive oil and it was baking. In the end Genevieve and Raina found themselves catering to everyone. It was late when they were finally able to eat.

"I can't believe we're the only two people who can cook here," Raina muttered to Genevieve.

"No kidding, well I'm going to attempt to get some rest, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Raina nodded and saw her out.

"Harry wake up and clean those damn dishes!" Raina said hitting him. The babies had started crying and he was sleeping while Rai was making faces at them which did not help.

"Rai, why don't you be a big girl and get your things out for a bath while I take care of the boys." Rai nodded. Raina hit Harry again and he finally woke up.

"What, what is it?" Harry asked yawning. "Is it morning?"

"No, its late, the children should be in bed by now, now clean up the kitchen area while I handle the boys." Harry angrily got up and did as he was told manually because he didn't think to use his wand. Raina changed James's cloth diaper first which had a huge load in it. She went to the bathroom to find stinky diapers on the floor and stool in places they shouldn't be.

"Harry James Potter!" Raina yelled angrily.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Look at this mess!" Raina exclaimed. "You make me sick, you do not ever leave a mess like this, it is unsanitary!"

"Twenty points Mr. Potter-Malfoy," Snape's voice said.

"That's thirty points you've cost us today, I had better not fair you ass." Raina took out her wand and pointed it at the bathroom.

"Scourgify!" Raina said. The bathroom was spotless. She looked at the stinky diaper in her hand and pointed it. "Scourgify!" The diaper was clean. She pointed her wand at James's stinky bottom where Rai was making sure he didn't roll off. He was all clean. Than she pointed to Draco and he was all clean.

"Thank God for magic," Raina muttered. She pinned James's diaper back on.

"Hey um…can you give me a hand with the dishes?" Harry asked. He didn't know that spell. Raina looked at him as if he were crazy.

"I slave all day over a hot fire and you can't clean the damn dishes without me?" Raina asked.

"All night and not I can't." Raina growled at him and pointed her wand. She put a stinging hex on him and told him to do the dishes by hand and practice the spell if he wanted to make it easier for himself. She pointed her wand at the tub and filled it with water from her wand. She would prefer not to bath her daughter in the water from the pipes. Once everyone was clean and dressed for bed with Harry scrubbing away at the dishes still she pulled out the bed and tucked her in. She took the two couch pillows she had used to turn into James and Draco's chairs into one crib. After another feeding they were asleep. Xena blew out most of the candles, and pointed her wand at the dishes.

"Scourgify!" The dishes cleaned themselves. "Wingardium Leviosa!" She moved the plates into the cabinets and such. She pointed at Harry. "Scourgify!" Before he knew it, he was in his pajamas. It was one of the first things one learned as a witch at her mother's school was taking care of household and husband if you married an idiot. Not because you liked idiots, but because you were just that much smarter than men in the first place.

"What happ…"

"Get in bed and blow out those candles." Harry didn't protest and did so.

"Goodnight mommy," Rai said.

"Goodnight Raina," Raina said kissing her forehead before they closed their eyes. Harry didn't get either and frowned.

"To think I thought when I had a family I'd get love," Harry muttered and turned over. Raina found Harry utterly useless as he did not help with the boys all that night.

"Oh tomorrow you are getting a crash course in helping me Pal," Raina said with a vengeance when the sun began to rise and she had been rocking the boys for hours, who were still crying.