Draco made his way to the side of the room where the Weasley men along with Longbottom were standing. Longbottom was regaling them with an episode from Hogwarts when a sixth-year of his made a humongous blunder during class and forgot to wear earmuffs while handling the Mandrakes, even though they'd been working with them for about four years. Guffawed laughter came from most of them as he finished his story. Weaselbee looked like his stomach was hurting. Good for him.

"Malfoy!" Bill roared at him, grinning. "Come out of your hole, hm?"

Draco rolled his eyes. The Weasleys were so raucous. "Potter insisted I come talk to. Made a deal with me."

Longbottom sniggered. "Yes, he's been making a lot of deals lately."

Weaselbee whirled on him. "What do you know that I don't about my best friend?" He demanded. Longbottom rolled his eyes.

"Mate, I'm not sure you want to know this. There's a reason Harry talked to me about it and not you."

"Really?" George chimed in. "Well, why didn't he talk to me about it?"

"Or me?" Charlie asked. "I'm trustworthy!"

Clearly, they all were rather stupid, Draco mused as they jokingly continued asking Longbottom the secrets Harry had told him about making deals.

"Same reason, actually." Longbottom replied.

"Well, then. Why not me?" The glasses Weasley asked. Draco thought his name might be Peter. All the men gave him a look and the glasses Weasley rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright then. Be that way."

They all burst out laughing once more. Draco didn't see what was so funny.

"Oh, come on, Malfoy!" Bill slapped his back. "Laugh a little."

Draco winced and managed to turn up the corners of his mouth slightly. The men began hooting with laughter again.

"Little overwhelmed, are we, Malfoy?" George asked mockingly.

"Overwhelmed by your stupidity," he replied, smiling.

They all exchanged looks. "Pray tell, Malfoy." George and Bill said together.

"Well, clearly, Harry didn't tell you all about his 'making deals' because you are all his brothers-in-law." Draco stated, waiting for them to realize the meaning behind his words. It took them a minute. And then they all turned a glorious shade of purple. Except for Longbottom, who looked like he was watching his favourite TV show.

"He's having sex with my little sister?!" Weaselbee yelped. A mutual understanding passed between all of them and they started towards where Harry was still animatedly chatting with Teddy. Longbottom held them back single-handedly, but it took effort trying to hold back five Weasley men.

"Mate," he puffed, trying to keep Charlie at bay. "He's got three kids!"

"Yes, well, we knew that they were having sex, but just three times is enough!" Bill yelped, trying to undercut Longbottom's arm.

"Whoa! Longbottom's right. Potter's thirty-six years old, for Merlin's sake! He's entitled to having sex with his wife!" Draco stepped in.

The glasses Weasley grumbled. "Thirty-six is too old for having sex. Especially when it involves Ginny."

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at Longbottom. "Are they always like this?" He asked rhetorically. Longbottom nodded.

"Some of the time. Most of the time. All of the time."

Draco began to laugh. He didn't even know why. The Weasley men began to clap each other's back.

"Well, we did it, boys!" Bill yelled. "We got Hermione Granger's stick-up-his-arse husband to laugh like a normal wizard!"

Draco managed to roll his eyes while still laughing. His abdomen commenced hurting and he straightened.

"Actually," he said, "it's Hermione Granger-Malfoy."

The glasses Weasley smirked. "Sounds rather pathetic, don't you think? Granger-Malfoy feels like a compromise. You know, because Granger didn't become Malfoy."

Draco gave him a look. "Ginny isn't even Weasley-Potter. She's still Ginevra Weasley." He pointed out.

"Speaks volumes about how pathetic Harry is, unable to convince his wife to take even his name at all." Weaselbee guffawed loudly.

"And yet, he's supposed to be a ferocious interrogator." George added, and this time, Draco didn't hesitate to join the laughter.


Draco was still having the time of his life insulting Potter with the other men when Molly Weasley's voice boomed over them all. He winced.

"Is she using a Sonorus charm?" He whispered to Longbottom. He shook his head.

"Imagine having her raise you." He whispered back. Draco shuddered.

"Head count, please!" She yelled from on top of a chair. "We are leaving in T-minus ten minutes! Could all of the males - Orion Malfoy get back with the children, you are not of age yet - that are of age please assemble to my right and all the females to my left?"

Draco shuffled with the rest of the men to where Molly was waving her hand and passed by Weaslette and Hermione as he did so. Hermione gave him a surprised, but thankful look when she saw him with them, and Draco decided just seeing her face light up like that was worth talking to them.

Ugh, he was such a sap when it came to his wife.

"Wonderful!" Her voice boomed once more. "And in record time as well! Now, all of the children - yes, that includes you, Orion Malfoy and Dominique Weasley - please group in between the males and females."

It took a couple of minutes for them to do so, but Lucy, Fred, Roxanne and Charlie's son, Arthur II, managed to herd them into place. Only then did Draco realize just how massive the Weasley-Potter gang was.

There were eleven males - Arthur I, Charlie, Bill, George, Ron, the glasses Weasley who Draco had learned was Percy, Harry, Teddy Lupin, Phoenix, himself and Longbottom; and ten females - Molly herself, Hermione, Weaslette, Audrey, the Veela, Angelina, Ron's wife Susan, Longbottom's wife Hannah, Andromeda Tonks and Victoire. Draco had learned that Charlie didn't have a wife - he had a one-night stand with a colleague that resulted in baby she didn't want. Molly was overjoyed to learn that the one son who'd had no interest in having children had borne her a grandchild.

She secretly thought he was a fantastic father, but refused to tell him so because Charlie would shoot her a black look whenever she did.

And then there were the kids. Charlie's kid, Arthur II; Bill's kids, Dominique and Louis; George's twins, Fred and Roxanne; Percy's girls, Lucy and Molly II; Ron's kids, Rose and Hugo; Potter's kids, James, Albus and Lily; Longbottom's kids, Colin and Alice, and his own - Orion, Lyra, Lynx and Cassi.

Although Molly wasn't Hermione's biological mother, she adopted her after the war when she realized the damage done to Hermione's biological parents in Australia was irreversible. Legally, she was her mother. And if you held that in mind, Molly Weasley had an impressive count of nineteen grandchildren, along with her honorary grandkids Colin, Alice and Teddy Lupin.

Those were a lot of sweaters to make at Christmas - a total of 42, Draco mused. Fleur was the only one of her daughters and daughters-in-law that took up the tradition of making Christmas sweaters with her, and she and Andromeda always made one for Molly as well. Draco wrinkled his nose when he thought of his own twenty Weasley sweaters that he never wore. Hermione loved wearing them, though, and would regularly wear his as well.

It was a giant procession that filtered out of the shop that morning. They went as individual families, and decided to check in with Molly and Arthur before letting their kids board the train. Or rather, Molly wouldn't let them leave the flat until they agreed to do so.

Draco and Hermione gathered together their five kids, and he gave Orion's ear a vicious pull as they streamed out into Hogsmeade. Orion yelped, as Cassi giggled and Draco swung her onto his shoulders. She couldn't have looked more delighted.

"Listen, Draco," Hermione began, stopping by some shop loudly advertising fortune telling, "I need to get the twins some quills. How about I take them to Flourish and Blotts and meet you and the other three at the Station?"

Orion jumped in eagerly. "Also, dad, I promised Dominique I'd meet her by Fortesque's. We need to exchange -"

"Saliva?" Phoenix suggested, before bursting into laughter. Orion gave his big brother a withering look before turning back to Hermione and Draco, who were trying to contain their own laughter.

"No, I borrowed her Transfiguration notes to go over during the vacation, and she in turn took my Potions notebook. We need to exchange them before we get to school because she has a date with some bloke on the train."

Draco's eyebrows rose. "You studied Transfiguration during the holidays?" He asked skeptically. "I remember you sneaking out, hiding cigarettes, and trying to hide Firewhiskey in your room. I never once saw books out when I came to it.

"Dad. I told you, the cigs were for Dom. My dormmate has a steady supply, and she asked me to get some for her. I didn't want you to know because you would have told Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur."

"Uh-huh." Draco still didn't look like he believed him. "And the Firewhiskey?"

Orion turned pink. "Fred gave me some."

"Very funny, son." Draco replied dryly. "Phoenix will go with you and - no argument!" He exclaimed as Phoenix began to groan and protest. "And Cassi and I will be waiting for you here. Phoenix'll Side-Apparate with you there, you will exchange the books, and come back within fifteen minutes. Do I make myself clear?"

Orion looked down and mumbled, "Yes, dad."

"Good." He turned to Hermione and gave her a quick peck. "I'll see you at the station?"

She smiled. "I won't be long."

They went their separate ways as Draco began to tap his foot impatiently.


Ten minutes later, Draco was just about ready to pull his hair out. Cassi had her arms around his waist, and she was singing some terrible Muggle song from some terrible Muggle film that Hermione insisted on watching about ice and princesses.

Stuff was absolute bollocks.

Suddenly, a large disturbance was caused right in front of Madam Puddifoot's. A space cleared out quickly and Draco squinted, trying to make out what was happening. He could vaguely make out two wizards dueling roughly in the space and a girl with flowing platinum blonde locks standing to the side with another boy. His eyes widened.

Dominique Weasley.

"Cassi, honey, come on. We've got to go." He said urgently as he took her hand with his right and levitated their luggage with his left, jogging towards the clearing as she followed as quickly as she could. A head of unruly brown hair was hit with a Tarantallegra spell and he quickened his stride. Within seconds, he emerged at the head of the crowd.

"I told you to leave her alone!" Orion yelled, as his feet continued to dance and he tried to Stupefy his opponent, who was a lanky, black haired boy by the name of Xavier Nott, offspring of Theodore and Pansy Nott.

Nott gritted his teeth and sent a disarming spell at Orion, who dodged easily, as if it was second nature. Draco could make out Theo and Pansy pushing their way through the crowd on the other side and he searched frantically for Phoenix.

There.

A blonde head holding Dominique at bay and trying desperately to reason with his brother, telling him to stop fighting. Draco locked eyes with Theo on the other side and an understanding passed through the two of them. They both sent a paralyzing spell at their sons' legs. The two clattered to the ground.

"ORION MALFOY." He roared, striding out to the center. Theo followed, disciplining his own son. "Just what do you think you're doing?!"

He scowled, throwing Nott's kid a dirty look. "Nott tried to rape her!"

"I did not!" He shouted back, struggling against his father. "She's my girlfriend, you dimwit! What do you think I was yelling at you while we were dueling?!"

Fleur caught up Dominique by her right ear, with Bill, Victoire and Louis right behind them. Bill had heard the last comment. He looked more purple than ever. Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as Hermione appeared looking flustered with the twins and scooped up Cassi from behind him. Phoenix slipped away from the angry Veela mother and rejoined his own.

An owl swooped in between Draco and Orion and dropped a letter. Draco snatched it out of the air before it hit the ground.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We have received intelligence that you performed multiple spells and jinxes at precisely 10:34 AM on September 1st, 2017. As these spells were not in the presence of Muggles that are ignorant of the Wizarding World, you have not been expelled from Hogwarts, even though this is the third time you have breached the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery.
However, you have been placed on probation. The Headmistress of Hogwarts alone has the power to lift this probation. If you receive even a detention at school, you shall be expelled as per the discretion of the Decree.
Good day,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Office of the Improper Use of Magic

"You absolute twit!" Draco yelled, whacking his son over the head harshly. Grabbing his ear, he dragged his away from the clearing.

The crowd began to disperse.


A/N: Aaaaaand this chapter is complete! I'm rather satisfied with it, aren't you?

Review replies:

JuliSt: I think Draco has forgotten it already, considering his son is on probation at Hogwarts :P
But he felt pretty damn awkward when Lysander told him about it.

Eyes as Dark as Obsidian: Bro, the next time you use my account to post a review on my own story, I will kill you. Also, Luna isn't at the gathering because she and Rolf had home-schooled their boys while they were travelling together.

SmileSimplify: Well, they still do have half of Hermione Granger's genes, right? It's not all Malfoy in them :D

Reviews motivate me to update quicker! *hint hint*

Mimi Out!