The storm of the century, as it was called, raged just beyond the walls for the small cottage. Draco pulled Harry closer to his chest as the rain battered against the windows and clap after clap of thunder cracked loudly overhead. Lightning lit up the room much like fireworks, giving the room an eerie look to it. The door creaked open and two small heads poked through the crack to reveal the wide eyes of their small children.
"Daddy? Papa, are you awake?" Aubrey whispered between rolls of thunder. Another bold of lightning lit up the room making them run to the edge of the bed. Harry mumbled something in his sleep before finally cracking a solitary green eye. "We're scared papa." Pulling the covers back, the pair jumped up and curled around Harry on both sides. Draco, feeling the noticeable gap and the smaller body next to him, awoke to a familiar pair of silver eyes meeting his.
"You okay, kiddo?" he asked, running his hand through Aubrey's black hair. "You are inside; I promise the lightning can't reach you through the walls without magic." He snuggled closer to the older man, his yes beginning to droop from his exhaustion. Draco kept up the movements until his son finally drifted off to sleep against his chest. Looking over, Harry and Roslyn were in a similar position he was.
"Good-night, husband mine." Draco whispered, pulling the covers tighter around his sleeping family. His eyes closed heavily and just before sleep overtook him again, he heard Harry's own replay of good night and a light kiss on his cheek. Harry couldn't be happier, even with the storm outside that would more than likely keep him up for the rest of the night; Harry wouldn't trade the night for all the rest in the world.