Hi,
Thanks for reviewing. For those who are sending small flames about Mattie's intelligence I have this to say:
Mattie's actual nature is not supposed to be like Harry entirely. It was more the total difference of character that Harry and Draco had had in the beginning that was mirrored in Cass and Mattie. No one can say that Harry and Draco were similar when they first met can they? In fact they were totally different, which is what I wanted to portray in the boys.
I'm sorry some of you felt Mattie too slow, but it's just to show how the twins are like their fathers. In this way you can see Cass's slight jealousy and dislike of Mattie. It's just instead of Draco not liking Harry for disregarding him, Cass thinks Mattie is slightly below him and so doesn't think too much of him.
Mattie is not like Harry in brains. Instead he is much more trusting than Cass; like a Gryffindor to a Slytherin.
I hope I've sorted out any problems with Mattie,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the books or films of Harry Potter.
Two Weeks Until The Wedding
When Draco arrived home earlier than usual he expected to find Harry and the boys at home, happy that he was back. Instead, the house was empty.
He looked at the clock and saw it was half three. Where were they? Draco decided to begin dinner, ready for when they got home from wherever they were. This was the not the welcome he had expected and wanted. The house was silent and to Draco, who used to like being on his own, now missed the hectic chaos he got from the twins and Harry being there.
Finally, Draco saw Harry's car pull into their driveway. Living in a muggle neighborhood, like most magical folk, meant that the both of them had learnt to drive. They couldn't just go around apparating whenever they needed to.
Harry stepped out of the shinning silver car and unclipped those darn seatbelts from around the boys in the back. Draco had never gotten used to the seatbelts. The twins were in a strange sort of clothing that looked exactly the same, Mattie's was a little untidier but still the same.
Navy jumpers, white short-sleeved shirts, dark grey trousers and a yellow and blue striped tie. The pair held matching blue plastic boxes and fabric blue folders. Dark grey shoes adorned their feet; Draco had never seen them looking so smart.
"Whose funeral was it?" Draco asked as Cass jumped into his arms.
Harry looked at him, confused. 'What do you mean?"
"The boys. I've never seen them in these clothes."
"Draco," Harry laughed, "It's their school uniforms."
"School?"
"Yes. They started in September." Harry calmly, taking their items into the kitchen.
"What are those?" Draco pointed furiously at the boxes and folders.
"These? They're their lunch boxes and reading folders."
"Reading folders?" He asked, amazed.
"Yes. To put their reading books in and homework diaries. You didn't have those when you were little?"
"No. I went to a private primary school. The stuff was just there."
"Oh." Harry said as he began unpacking the lunchboxes. Draco stared at him in shock.
"What!?" Harry asked, annoyed.
"Aren't you going to tell me about this school?"
"You weren't so bothered about it before."
"Well, I didn't…" Draco faded off. Harry grinned.
"Didn't what? Didn't think they went to school?"
"Well, I've never seen them dressed like this."
"You wouldn't do. You leave at eight-thirty for work. The boys have breakfast with us, then go and change into their uniforms."
"When does the school start?"
"Nine. Finishes at three thirty. You come home about half four."
'They don't talk about school, at least not to me."
"Did you like school at your age?"
"Well -"
"Exactly. Mattie likes it more than Cass does, but because you're home an hour later than they are you miss the fun after school talk where all Mattie does is have a one-sided conversation about what they did in lessons."
"And Cass?"
"Holds his hands over his ears and tells me to shut Mattie up."
"But I thought he was more studious than Mattie."
"He was, but then you came along. He's starting to open up, and it's not cool to like school."
"But Mattie -"
"Has his moments, I know. It's just how they work."
Draco sighed and leant against the counter. Harry, sensing something was wrong, went and wrapped his arms around Draco. His chin rested on his chest and he looked up into silver eyes.
"What's wrong, my love?"
Draco sighed, "I've missed so much."
He kissed the top of Harry's head before continuing.
"There's so much I don't know."
"Then learn. The boys and I will tell you anything, everything."
"But it still feels like I'm on the outside looking in."
Harry sighed and dropped his arms from Draco's body. He began to resume his lunchbox task.
"Hey!" Draco called, encasing Harry in his arms from behind and planting a quick kiss on his pulse point. "What was that for?"
"It's all my fault." Harry replied, his voice breaking with emotion.
Draco frowned. "What is?"
"This. How you feel."
"How?"
"I kept them from you. I didn't want them to know. I didn't want you to know."
"You did what you thought was right."
"But it wasn't right, was it? I got it wrong. I wanted to give you a chance - a fresh start, to be able to do your duties. I wasn't going to stop you if you wanted that life."
"Harry -"
"No! This is all my fault. If I hadn't been so ashamed of myself to tell you I was pregnant, we could have done this whole thing differently. But no - I had to keep you away."
"Harry!" Draco yelled above his lover's sobs. "Look, baby. I love you, I've always loved you - through bad and good and just completely strange times. You did what you thought was right because you were trying to protect our babies; I'm proud of you for doing that."
"But we could have had all that time with them, instead, on I got to share it." Harry stopped as reckless sobs shook his body. Draco held him tighter to his chest, not caring that Harry's tears were soaking his shirt.
"And have they come out any worse for that?"
" No."
"Have they become raging criminals or anyone outside of the law?"
"No."
"Exactly. This hasn't fazed them, if anything, it's shaped them into good children. Even my mother commented on how good they were at getting their own breakfast and things and she's hard to please."
"I know, but still -"
"Look at me." Draco said softly, Harry gazed into his eyes. "Whatever has happened, has happened. We can't change it, but we can make the best of it. Those boys have always had a stable, happy life because of you. Now, I can help you. But that time you were alone with them, I just have to learn about."
"It won't be easy."
"Yes it will. Besides, I'm sure we'll make our own memories soon enough."
"Yeah." Harry smiled, "Yeah, we will."
One Week Until The Wedding
Draco marked another day off the calendar. It was now one week until the wedding and emotions were running high.
Harry was becoming really excited whenever the wedding was mentioned and was reciting his vows quietly most of the time;
Mattie was very pleased about his new suit for the wedding and he told anyone who would listen exactly how he felt;
Draco kept polishing the wedding rings whenever he was organizing something and Harry often mocked him about his compulsive disorder of 'ring polishing';
Cass was trying desperately to keep his troublesome brother away from any sort of clothing or wedding related item whilst trying hard not to get anything dirty himself. Another 'compulsive disorder' in the family, but this time about being clean.
As the day finally draw to a close, Harry and Draco were left with some time of their own. They snuggled into each other on the sofa, only half-watching their muggle TV. Harry's hand held a glass of white wine, whilst Draco had placed his red wine on the small coffee table next to the sofa.
They continued to watch some sort of muggle romance film. Each time some sort of kissing or physical scene took place, Draco tore Harry's eyes away from the screen via searing kisses and pleasuring touches.
With their light caresses, Draco and Harry soon found themselves furiously making out on the sofa.
Before long, Draco's shirt had been removed. Harry was licking and biting and sucking his way down Draco's chest, occasionally turning his full attention to Draco's rosy buds.
"Mmm, H-a-r-r-y…" Draco purred as the darker man began unzipping Draco's trousers.
"I know, my love -"
"Now. I want you now."
Harry placed a hand over Draco's trouser encased hardness. He shushed him and then brought their lips together for a brief kiss. "Patience, my love, patience."
"No. No patience."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"I want…"
"Yes?" Harry smugly asked as he took off his own clothing.
"I want…you!" Draco burst out as Harry placed his hand once again over him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just - oh my god!"
"Now, there's no need for god is there? You can call me Harry if you like…"
Draco panted heavily, "Not…funny. Please…"
"Please what?"
"Please Harry!"
"What are you asking for?"
Draco, groaned loudly and began thrusting his hips to meet Harry's as roughly as he could. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"You only had to ask, dear."
