"Why are you naked!?" I look at him frantically. "Why are you naked and where is your brother?"
Gavin shrugs his shoulders and runs off to play with his toys. I had left them alone for one second to change a diaper and I came back to complete chaos. The play room is in a total mess, I can barely make it through the room, and someone colored all over the walls. How is this even possible! Today has been terrible and the kids have been fighting with me all day long. Gavin is naked and Cassius is no where to be seen. What the heck? I pick up Gavin's pants that have been flung over the sofa and look around for his other clothes. I find his underwear hanging on the window ledge and I can't find his shirt anywhere.
"Gavin Malfoy, where is your brother?" I say a little sterner with my hands on my hips.
"I not know." He says, not even bothering to look at me.
Little kids are annoying and I'm running short on patience. "Get dressed." I say, throwing the clothes in my hands at his feet. "We have to find Cassius."
"I don't want to."
"Well, I want to."
"I not care."
"I do care." I say, my annoyance with him thick in my voice. "Why did you take your clothes off?" He shrugs and picks up a toy, I narrow my eyes at his little back. "Why are you naked!?" I yell again.
"I was hot."
I close my eyes and sigh, trying not to yell at him. "At least put on your underwear."
I hold them out and help him as he climbs into them. "Cass was hungry." He tells me when I step back.
Finally. I pick him up and walk towards the kitchens where I find nervous looking house elves, fidgety by the cabinets. As I walk closer to them I can see Cassius sitting on the ground in front of an open cabinet door, his hand deep inside of a jar of peanut butter. He too is not wearing a shirt and there is food all over his face, and chest, and hands. He looks up and smiles at me, making Gavin laugh.
"Cassius is silly, mommy." He says, giggling.
"Cassius is in trouble." I say and his smile immediately falls. "Why didn't you tell me or the house elves to make you something to eat? You're a big boy now, so you shouldn't be doing things like this."
"I wanted to do it myself!" he yells at me. I raise an eyebrow at his tone and walk over to the sink, grabbing a towel and wetting it. I put the giggling Gavin down on the ground and start cleaning off my peanut buttered son. He pulls away from me. "I can do it myself!" he yells again, making to grab the towel.
"Fine." I say sharply, handing it to him. He glares at me as he finishes cleaning himself, then he throws it on the floor. "Are you done?" I ask him in a softer voice.
He jerks his head up and down and I roll my eyes. Today has not been a good day. "Come on and let's get dressed." I tell him, taking Gavin's hand and walking towards the door. They're tired and acting terrible, fighting and yelling all morning. I'm sure if we had close neighbors they would have thought there was a war going on in here. There's just something about little kids that makes you act like a little kid when you're fighting with them.
"No." he says to me. I turn around and see him standing there with his hands on his hips. I almost growl at him. "I'm not getting dressed!"
I clench my fists. "If you don't start listening to me I will owl your father and tell him to come home."
His glare falters a little bit and Gavin has been shocked into silence. They know when I threaten them with Daddy it's serious. Pulling bravery out of the air, he stands a little straighter. He's probably going to be a Gryffindor. "I don't care." He says with his head held high.
"Okay." Is all I say as I walk out of the room with his little brother at my side. I can hear his tiny footsteps slapping against the cold floor as he follows me. I go into Draco's study and pull out a sheet of parchment and a quill. I dip it in the ink and start writing.
"What are you doing?" he asks from the doorway.
"I'm writing your father." I say as I start out my letter. I don't actually intend to send it, I just want him to stop being difficult. "If you won't listen to me, maybe you'll listen to him."
He's silent for a few moments watching the quill scrape over the paper. "Wait," he says finally and I almost smile. "Please, don't tell Daddy."
I bring my head up to look at him. His little face is creased in a frown and he chewing the insides of his cheeks, his little jeans are hanging off of his hips and I'm struck with how cute he really is. It's hard to stay mad at them. "Are you going to get dressed?"
He nods his head. I make my way over to him and give him a hug so he won't feel bad. I can feel his sharp shoulder blades underneath my fingers and I marvel at how smooth his skin is. "Let's get some clothes on and then we'll go out side and play. How about that?" I ask him.
He smiles brightly at me and runs towards his bedroom. Gavin runs past me, headed in the same direction and I watch them go up the stairs with a happy feeling coursing through me. That was handled with out a crying match, so that was a highlight of the day so far.
A light brown, barn owl comes in from the open window and lands on my shoulder. I scream and bat it away, not realizing what it was. It hoots angrily as it falls on the ground and flips over, shuffling its feathers. After I regain my composer I bend down and take the letter away from it. It nips my fingers painfully and then flies off. I glare at it and then turn down to the purple envelope in my hand.
Ginny is written in my mother's handwriting on the front. I stare at it as I walk up the stairs. Gavin and Cassius make it out to me fully dressed, and holding their shoes in their hands.
"We're ready!" they say excitedly.
"Let me get your sister."
She's awake when I reach her room and I pick her up, placing a small yellow hat on her head to protect her from the sun. I place the letter in my pocket and bend down to help the boys with their shoe laces. We make our way out side and they go straight to the play area where there's a swing set, a slide, and monkey bars. They start playing and I sit Liv down on a blanket with a few of her toys.
I take the letter out and look at it again. Draco had told me they've been writing but I never wanted to read them. Now it's actually in my hands I don't know if I'll be able not to open it and see what they have to say. After a few moments indecision and Gavin's yelling, to pull me out of my thoughts, I rip it open.
Ginny,
This is the fifth letter I've written you and you have yet to respond. I don't understand why you would be ignoring us now when we were just starting to talk again. I realize I haven't handled things the way I should have but neither have you. If you didn't already know, I've been in contact with your friend Beatrice. She's a darling woman and her children are wonderful. She says she knows you well but your friendship fell through because of Draco Malfoy.
That boy is no good , Ginevra. Besides the obvious reasons, I am told that he doesn't treat you well and that he's a womanizer. Your father seems to think that he makes you happy, but I'm no fool. You are my daughter and I know that there is no way a son of Lucius Malfoy could ever make you happy.
Sweetie, you are just all messed up and I partially blame myself. Maybe we should have done something differently when that whole diary thing happened in your first year. Perhaps if I paid more attention to you this wouldn't have happened. The way you treated Hermione during her trial was terrible and you left poor Harry heartbroken. He's still single, probably waiting on you to come to your senses. The poor boy is a wreck, we're so worried about him. I'm sure things would have turned out differently if you had not been so selfish.
I was cleaning out the attic yesterday and I found a box that survived the fire at the Burrow. It was of me and you when you were a little girl, barely four. We looked so happy and I miss that connection. Seeing you at our home with your children made me realize that you're a young woman now and you can make your own choices but you are my only daughter and I've lived so long with out talking to you. So I want you to know that I do miss you and I do love you no matter what you've done. It just took me a while to realize that.
With love,
Mom
That letter made me angry. I bunch it up and throw it on the ground. Lavinia picks it up and starts chewing on it. I watch as her soft, white hands pick it up and put it in her mouth. If my mother loved me as much as I love my daughter then she wouldn't make me feel as terrible as she does, right? I turn away from her to look at the boys who are climbing up the plastic yellow slide. A shadow comes up behind me and sits down beside the baby. I look to my left and see my husband laying on his side and propped up by his elbow.
"What do you have there?" Draco asks. Taking the drool soaked letter away from her and opening it up. His eyes scan the contents carefully. "Oh, I see I'm a no good womanizer this week." He says lightly, throwing the letter to the side.
"What were you last week?"
"An arrogant, self absorbed, prick."
I smirk. "At least that one was true."
He smiles at me and shakes a toy in front of Lavinia, who sits up and crawls over to him. "Look!" one of the boys yell from the swing set. "Daddy's home!"
They both wave at him frantically from the swings and he waves back. "Why are you home?" I ask him. It's much too early for him to be here.
He shrugs his shoulders and I am instantly reminded of Gavin from earlier. "Work was boring."
I start laughing at him and laugh harder when he asks me why. "It must be convenient that you own the company then?"
"Yes, it is one of the many perks." He says with a smile. His focus goes down to our daughter who is trying to pull the yellow hat off of her head. "Do you want to go down the slide?" he asks while picking her up.
I watch, amused as he runs with her over to the slide. Carrying her out in front of him by her stomach, she opens her arms like she's flying. He climbs up the ladder to the top and sits down, placing Liv on his lap. He then goes flying down. She starts laughing and clapping her hands as soon as his feet hit the ground. I laugh at the scene as the boys come over to play with him too. Who knew Draco Malfoy was such a family man?
X
I don't take threats lightly and I've had many of them thrown at me in my lifetime. It's actually kind of concerning how many I've had, but oh well. I'm use to it. What I didn't expect was a death threat from one Ronald Weasley. It was kind of strange the way it happened. I thought we were past this whole thing. I married his sister, we have kids, I fuck her whenever I want. I thought he had come to terms with that already. I guess I was wrong.
I was sitting in my office, throwing a ball up and down in the air. I never have much to do there. I just listen to proposals and sign off on important matters, so I have to fill my days with little things like throwing a ball up and down just in case something happens and they need to ask me a question. That's what I was doing when Ron Weasley busted open my door and came into my office
"What have you done to my sister!" he yelled. Now had this been a few years ago I would have understood this sudden outburst, considering it would have been relatively new, but it isn't anymore. It's almost been six years, so this seems a little late in the game.
I sat back in my chair with an amused look on my face. His was nearly purple and his eyes looked deadly… I thought it was funny. "What haven't I done to your sister, Weasley?" I add a smirk at the end of my sentence.
He starts to fume and I could almost make out smoke coming from his ears. "Malfoy, I'm serious!"
I sighed tiredly, not wanting to talk to him anymore. "What do you want?"
He slammed his fist on my desk and I had to make a mental note to have it cleaned later. "I want you to leave my sister alone. My parents are just now trying to talk to her and she keeps on ignoring them and you're probably the reason. "
"She's the one who gets to decide whether she wants to talk to them or not. I am glad that she hasn't but I wouldn't stop her if she wanted to." I had stood up then and placed my hands, palms down on my desk. "The last time she was with your family my son got hurt and she came home crying. Now leave my office."
He's quiet for a few moments, but his tense stance doesn't relax. Looking back on it, I should have just had him removed by security, but I didn't think of that then.
"You don't deserve her." he said at me, disdain dripping in his voice.
"No, I don't" I say honestly and that brings a change in his face. "But that's not the point. Now, leave."
"I'm going to kill you one day, Malfoy."
"A lot of people have said that." I said. Holding out my hands. "Yet I still stand." He left with a slam of the door and I sit back down.
I decided to go home after that. I found Ginny and the kids outside playing. She had gotten another nasty letter from her ridiculous family. Do they really think bulling her into anything will help? I played with the kids for about an hour while Ginny took a shower and relaxed. Apparently they had been misbehaving all day. I decided not to tell her about the whole Ron thing. Really, no good would come from it but it did unnerve me a little bit, seeing as how it came out of no where. The sun is starting to set and I yawn before calling the boys in. Kids are hard work; whoever says they aren't is a liar.
Ginny's coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around her body when I make it to our room. Since she's had the kids her body has become curvier and more womanly. I like it a lot, even though she doesn't.
"Where are the kids?" she asks me, while twirling her hair up in a towel. Water is dripping down her body and I follow a few beads as they glisten on her skin. "Um, hello. Draco, I asked you a question."
I spend some more time eyeing her body before answering. "They're in their rooms, waiting for you to read to them." I say, staring at the curve of her legs.
She turns her head to the side, waiting for me to actually look at her face. When I do she smirks and takes the towel from her hair, throwing it behind her on the floor. Slowly she unwraps her self, reveling the rest of her body, one little movement at a time. Finally she's standing before me completely nude, showing me the body that I revere so much.
Starting with her legs she starts to dry her skin at a torturously slow speed. I think my mouth is actually starting to water. I sit down on the bed, unable to stand anymore due to my own body's reaction to the show she's performing in front of me. She walks into the closet with me watching her, memorized by the sway of her hips and I stay rooted to my spot, waiting for her to come out. She does… fully clothed.
"What do you think you're doing?" I say as I reach for her. She bats my hands away and starts walking towards the door. "You can't just tease me like that."
She looks over her shoulder, wet hair plastering it's self to her white skin. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Malfoy."
She leaves and shuts the door. I'm left sitting there, extremely turned on and more then a little frustrated. I lay down on the bed to wait for her. I'll make her pay for that.
X
"Hey, handsome." Gavin is laying down in his bed, tucked under his Quidditch themed blankets. "What book did you want to read tonight?"
"Dis one." He says through his pacifier, pulling out a small blue book about a little boy who drinks an aging potion. The story follows a five year old who turns into a thirty year old and goes on all kinds of adventures. I take it from him and sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you sure you want this one?" I ask him while trying to pull the pacifier from his mouth. He holds on to it with his teeth. "We've already read this one like a million times."
"I want dis one." He says again, a little more forcefully. I can barley make out what he's saying because of his pacifier. He's three, soon to be four… he doesn't need it anymore.
I catch him unaware while he's getting comfortable and pull it out of his mouth. "Hey!" he says trying to grab it. "Dat mine!"
"You don't need it. You're going to be four soon." He lunges for it again and I put it higher out of his reach. "Only babies use these, you aren't a baby are you?"
He climbs on my stomach, reaching his hand out to take it from me. "It's mine, mommy!" he yells and then he starts to cry.
"Gavin, calm down."
"It's my paci, Mommy!"
Maybe now wasn't the best time to take it away from him. "Gavin," I say softly, trying to calm him down. He's now stopped trying to take it from me and is sitting Indian style on the bed, balling his eyes out. I go to touch him but he pulls away forcefully. "If you sleep with out your paci tonight we can have chocolate chip pancakes tomorrow."
"Chocolate chips?" he says pitifully while rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, but only if you be a big boy and leave your paci out of your mouth."
He watches me for a few moments, trying to decide if it's worth it. The boy does love chocolate. He looks down at the green and white pacifier that's in my hands and his eyes start to water again.
"I want both!" he yells, starting to sob again.
Yes, this was a terrible idea of mine. "What's going on in there?" Draco's voice calls from the other room.
"It's nothing." I call back, but I'm sure he didn't hear me because Gavin took that moment to scream loudly.
A second later Draco is in the doorway with his brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" he asked concerned. "Is he hurt?"
Gavin jumps off of the bed and runs into his arms, holding on tightly. "He's not hurt."
"Mommy took my paci." He cries into Draco's neck. My son just told on me.
"Gavin, you don't need this pacifier." I say.
"Yes I do!" he screeches, making Draco flinch.
"Just give him the damn thing." He says walking into the room and sitting Gavin on the bed. "I know it bothers you, but he'll stop when he's ready." He says to me and it makes me mad.
"Fine!" I yell, I'm tired and frustrated. I know I'm overreacting but sometimes it just feels good to throw a fit. "He can be sucking on that thing until he's thirty for all I care."
I give Gavin back his precious pacifier and leave the room. I hear him talking to Draco through sad little sniffles.
"C-can I have ch-chocolate pancakes tomorrow, Daddy?" he asks with a stutter. His big brown eyes full of tears, and leaving moist tracks down his round cheeks.
"Of course, little guy." Answers Draco, shuffling up his curly hair.
I shake my head and roll my eyes. Gavin is just like Draco, he will always find a way to get what he wants. My second son is a Slytherin….In a huff I make my way to Cassius' room, hoping he's not going to be as upset. I hear him talking down the hallway and speed up my steps to see who he's talking to. He's sitting in the center of the bed with a book open on his lap. His tongue is out and his face is screwed up in concentration. I take a moment to watch him.
"The c-at w-w-a-as s-s-s…" he trails off glaring at the book and I smile. He's trying to read. He tries again. "The cat w-was s-s-s-i-i-i…. oh!" he says throwing the book across the room and crossing his arms.
"You were doing great." I tell him walking further into his room. "Why did you stop?"
He pouts at me. "I can't read!" he says angrily.
I pick up the book he threw and sit beside him on the bed. "It sounded like reading to me." I say placing my hand on the back of his neck.
"It hurts my brain!" he huffs.
I laugh. "I know, but if you keep practicing it gets easier." He looks at me with his lips pursed and a disbelieving look in his eyes. "I promise." I lay back, pulling him with me and open the book. "Let's read this together. Can you start it out for me?"
He points to the words as he reads them. "The c-cat w-w-w-as s-s-s-.
"Sound it out." I say pointing to the word as well. "s-it-ting."
"s-it-ing on the f-f-f-…."
"F-lo-or"
We go on like that for the rest of the book and it nearly takes us an hour to finish it. With a kiss and hug he closes his eyes and I leave the room, turning off the light and making sure his night light it on.
"You're a push over." I say when I meet Draco in the hallway.
"Yes, well, you're a dictator."
We share a smile and he takes my hand. I look down at our intertwined fingers and smile. He is so sweet sometimes that it's almost not believable. We hold hands all the way to the nursery. Lavinia is on her back asleep in her crib. We walk up to it and look down on her as her soft breathing makes her chest move up and down.
"Do you want to have more?" Draco asks me, with his eyes on our daughter.
"More babies?" I ask. He nods. "How many do you want?"
He puts his fingers down and her hand wraps around his. "As many as possible." He baffles me, he really does. He used to be so cold and mean but now he wants to have a huge family with lots of little kids running around. Where did the old Draco Malfoy run off to? "What do you think?" he asks, looking up at me.
I didn't think he was serious, but the look on his face tells me other wise. "We'd have to wait a few years before we consider it." He pouts at me, the same pout I saw on Cassius an hour before. "I would like to give my body a break, if you don't mind. You aren't the one who has to push them out."
He nods again and we return to our bedroom where he catches me by surprise by picking me up and throwing me on the bed. "What are you doing?!" I yell, shocked.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Surely you didn't think I would forget about that little strip tease you did earlier. I want compensation."
"But I'm tired." I say pretending to yawn and stretching my body out like a cat.
"You should wake up then. I would prefer you be alert but I won't stop if you fall asleep."
"Draco!" I say throwing the pillow at him.
"What? I am telling the truth. It was cruel what you did to me before." I snort and start taking off my own clothes. "Stop," he says. I still my hands that are on the zipper to my skirt. "I want to do that part myself."
"Should I just go to sleep now?" I ask with a smirk that he glares at.
"I'm just trying to be a gentleman."
"That doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't have to make sense because I'm Draco Malfoy. I can buy sense if I need it."
He gets another pillow in the chest from me. "I wish you would stop doing that." He drawls while dodging another pillow. "We need to be serious. If we're going to have a big family we really should practice, don't you think?"
I laugh as he pounces on top of me. Kissing my neck and unzipping my skirt. I love it when he's playful with me. It's so different form the serious Draco I'm so use to. He pulls back when we both hear a loud thump.
"What was that?" It happens again and I jump. "Draco, what is that?"
He looks down at me. "Don't worry." He reassures me. "If they aren't approved they can't get inside. The wards won't allow it."
Another loud thump and I hold on tightly to his shoulders. He grabs his wand and stands up. I begin to follow him but he turns around and tells me to silenco the kid's rooms and go back to the bedroom to stay. I don't stay. He goes down the stairs to follow the noise and I run to one of the bed rooms that face the front of the house. I can barely make out two little figures by the front door. I open the window and stick my head out.
Who's ever down there shoots a curse at the door while taking a swig of something in his hands, probably alcohol. The spell ricochets off of the door and bounces back. Causing the loud thumping noise again.
"Come out, Malfoy, you coward!" someone yells and my heart drops. I know that voice. Though it's slurred with drink I know that voice well. "You fucking pureblood, bastard!" he kicks the door and falls down. The person beside him helps him up and they drink some more.
I run back to the bed room and grab my wand. I'm not even concerned that I'm only wearing a pair of knickers and a shirt. I run down the hallway just in time to see Draco open the front door. A shot of light hits him in the chest and he falls back onto the ground. With wide eyes I fly down the stairs and drop to my knees beside him. I check his pulse, it's slow but steady but he doesn't respond to anything when I try to revive him.
"Where are your pants?"
I look up under wet lashes. "What did you do, Harry?"
