A/N - here's another chapter for you guys, I do hope you like it. I'm a little proud of this, I feel like the characters have grown a lot and I'm proud of them.
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Dominique's P.O.V.
I heard the sound of the curtain hooks scratching along the curtain rod before I felt the heat of the sun stream through the window. I expected the arms to wrap around me before I felt them and I braced myself for the added warmth of Jenna's body heat before it was pressed against me.
"Wake up beautiful." Her voice whispered in my ear, her breath fanning across my cheek.
One of the many things that I love about Jenna is that no matter what she eats the night before, or how ill she is, or how long she sleeps for – she never has morning breath.
"I made you breakfast in bed." She whispered, leaning her head over mine on my pillow to kiss the corner of my lips lightly. Just as she expected I turned to follow her lips. When I saw the tray sitting on the dresser at the foot of the bed, directly in front of the mirror I felt a small smile creep up on my face and sat up straighter. Jenna flicked her wrist, causing the tray to float into the air and levitate over to us. I settled myself against her chest, resting the back of my head on her shoulder, and smiled when I saw the tray held all of my favourite things.
Toast, slightly burned with only the smallest amount of butter. Bacon, extra crispy and crunchy. Poached eggs, definitely not scrambled or fried. A bowl of my favourite fruits; strawberries, kiwi, blackberries and raspberries. Pineapple juice, not pumpkin or orange and best of all –
"Strawberry milk." I laughed lightly and picked up the glass of my favourite non-alcoholic beverage. "All the things I love. Why?" I nestled in closer to her, letting her drape her arm over my shoulders so her hand hung close to my ribs.
"Because I love everything about you and I love you so this means I have everything I love in this bed with me." she whispered, her mouth so close to my head I felt every word fan through my hair softly.
"You're amazing and I love you."
"I love you more . . . and happy mother's day." She began stroking my arm gently. "I was wondering what I could give you. I mean, you've given me so much – a home, money, comfort, happiness, a family!" she listed perfectly.
Almost too perfectly. Like she had recited this before.
"And I struggled for so long over what I could get to match that when I realised there's one thing I haven't given you . . . completely." Her voice began breaking up a little but I didn't sense any fear or upset in her tone. "I haven't given you me. Not completely, not in one way, yet. Dominique . . . I love you so much. So much that is scares me over how much I could love another person. I . . . Dominique Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?"
I sat up quickly and turned as best I can with bed sheets wrapped around my lower body and a tray over my legs. I looked at her and saw that she had gentle, silent tears falling down her face and her lips were chafed a little from where she bit them when she was getting nervous.
I looked at this . . . at this beautiful woman in my bed and felt my heart swell tenfold. I felt this sudden burst of love and hope and lust and admiration come over me, I felt something that I had only ever heard of, heard my mother and sister and cousins gush about. Felt something I never truly thought I would be.
I felt complete.
"Yes." I heard the words leave my mouth. "Yes, yes I will marry you!"
# # #
I sat up against the headboard and pulled a pillow on my lap as I watched Jenna sit at the vanity table at the foot of the bed.
"How are the plans on the house coming along?" I asked about her project. For the past couple of weeks she has lived, breathed and ate the new house. She constantly had samples on her person and was reading letters all the time.
"Bit of a setback. The company that I hired to tile the kitchen and bathrooms went bust –"
"Bathrooms?" I smirked and then grinned when she looked at me through the mirror and nodded once.
"Since we're living in a muggle neighbourhood I hired muggle companies. Anyway, I'm checking out some new companies but none of them are as good as the old –"
"Why don't you just duplicate the tiles they already have and then –"
"Because the company seized them all and took them. Probably about a month. Oh that reminds me, what do you think of an off-white bedroom furniture set?" she turned in her chair to look at me.
"Whatever you want I am more than happy with." I assured her. She smiled at me and turned back to her reflection to finish putting on her make-up for the day. As she applied her eyeliner I looked down at the ring on my left hand and felt a smile creep up on my face.
She must have paid for the ring out of her own money not that I minded in the slightest, but I know if she used it from our newly formed joint account where my money was held she would have chosen a much grander ring.
"Do you like it?"
I looked up and smiled at the sight of her looking at me through worried eyes.
"It's the second most precious thing I've ever been given to date." I tossed the pillow aside and scooted down to sit at the foot of the bed so I was closer to her.
"Second?" she arched an eyebrow and smirked at me.
I closed the small gap between us and pressed my lips to the tip of her nose once. "You come first baby."
# # #
"Dom!"
I walked into the kitchen and grinned down at the sight of my two identical twin nephews running towards me. I scooped them both up in my arms and covered them in kisses. I purposefully put red lipstick on to cover them in kiss marks. Mainly because they loved it, partly because it pissed my brother off.
"Oh, Dominique!" Louis moaned from his spot at the table.
"Whaddup twinnies?" I put my nephews down and held my hands up, palms facing them. "Hit it . . . slide it . . . pull it back . . . click it." I grinned and then ruffled their hairs when they performed the special nephew-aunt handshake that I taught them.
"Okay, good . . . needs a little work but we're getting there." I grinned at my two and a half year old nephews.
They grinned at me and then ran out of the kitchen, no doubt to join Katy and Annabelle in the living room and help Katy annoy Annabelle. I went over to where my mother was cooking breakfast at the stove and hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Happy Mother's Day mama." I whispered and kissed her cheek again.
"Thank you bebe, where ees Jenna?" she asked me.
I went over to sit in my usual spot in between my brother and sister, although now there was an empty chair separating my sister and I.
I pulled a piece of dry toast in front of me and pulled it apart before I ate it. Lately I've been having bouts of morning sickness just after breakfast so my mother told me to eat small pieces of dry toast after I've eaten to stop it from working. She told me she swore by it when she was pregnant with Louis.
"Her parents invited her to their house." I muttered. "I don't want any breakfast mum, I've already eaten."
"Why didn't you go with her?" Victoire asked.
I looked away from my parents who both looked up and smiled when I told them I had already eaten and looked to where my sister was sitting. She had a clearly homemade hair band in her hair, pushing her hair from her face and getting glitter clumps in her hair. She was also wearing a pink and purple beaded necklace.
"It was clear in the invitation that I wasn't expected to go." I shrugged. "Did you get the gift mum? Jenna said she left it out this morning . . . erm, we were discussing things through." I muttered and glanced down at my hand which was on my lap. My ring hidden by a last minute concealment charm.
"Oui, I got it. I love it. Thank you very much darling." Mum smiled my way as she waved her wand over the trays of food and watched them float over to the table.
"Kids, breakfast is ready!" Louis yelled, his voice booming throughout the whole house.
I pulled one leg up onto my chair and rested the cup of decaf coffee my dad handed me on my knee and watched as my sister pulled her fighting daughters apart and my brother picked his two sons up, one in each arm, and placed them in their booster seats effortlessly.
I watched as both my brother and sister, and their partners, each picked a plate up for their kids and put a little amount of each food on for them. I smiled lightly when I saw Louis and Zoey both cut up pieces of fruit into bite-size portions for the twins.
"No blueberries for Logan, Lou." Zoey grabbed the fruit from Logan's plate and put it on Riley's.
"He still has that reaction to dark fruits?" Dad asked.
"Yup. Last week he went through four nappies in one hour after he had blueberries." Louis grimaced.
"Maybe you should put a little of this potion in his milk on a morning?" Victoire reached into her handbag and pulled a small vial out. "It helped Katy when she had the runs but I've worked with this before, it's completely compatible with under three year olds." She assured Zoey when she frowned at the name.
"Riley was on this and it gave him an allergic reaction." Louis pointed out. "Do identical twins share allergic reactions?" he asked Victoire.
"Not necessarily." She spoke around her French toast. "I mean, in most cases yes but in . . ."
I tuned out at that and focused on balancing my coffee on my knee without letting it move.
# # #
I pretended to throw up in my glass of orange juice while Lily and Scorpius snogged in the doorway of the back door. Lily, taking advantage of the fact that it was just me, uncles George, Ron and Charlie, and Roxanne in the kitchen with them, leaned an arm back and gave me the finger while she continued to stick her tongue down Scorpius' throat.
"Hey Grandma!" I called out and smirked when Scorpius pulled away from Lily quickly.
"One nil." I winked at Lily who mock-glared my way.
"I should be going anyway. My father will kill me for being late and leaving him with my grandmother alone." Scorpius chuckled and pulled Lily in for one last, quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you in a few hours."
"I'll miss you." Lily sighed.
"I'll miss you too." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then looked at me. "You, stay away from coffee, also as a heads up my mother told me to warn you to stay away from all types of fish if you don't wish to spend tonight on the toilet." He told me.
Before I had a chance to ask what he meant he had apparated away.
"Fish will give me the shits?" I looked to Lily when she sat down in an empty chair. She nodded slowly and helped herself to my orange juice.
"Yup, when I was pregnant with Olivia even the slightest whiff of tuna or any fish at all had me balking." She shuddered. "Have you had any cravings yet?" she asked me, using her wand to cause Grandma's tray of freshly baked muffins to come over to the table.
"Not really. Well, none that I can think of." I shrugged and poured myself another glass of orange juice.
# # #
"Lily? What are you doing tomorrow?" Angelina asked from her spot further down the table.
All of us were outside now, some of the women were sitting around the table cutting various pieces of salad up or preparing meat for the barbeque that Albus was being forced to man. The men and the remaining women who didn't want or couldn't even prepare food were all playing Quidditch or entertaining the children close to the pond. I was sitting and flicking through a baby clothes catalogue that Demi had brought with her and Lily was slicing up four dozen cucumbers for the three bucket sized bowls of salad.
"Um . . . guess I'm free for about another year, why?" Lily frowned a little and momentarily looked up from the cucumbers.
"Do you want to come to Hogwarts with me? I'm being sent to scout out three players and it's pretty hard to keep track of them when it's the final game of the season." Angelina explained.
"Sure! What positions?" Lily grinned and looked up at Angelina. I laughed under my breath and pulled the tray of cucumber towards me and snagged the knife out of her hand.
"One seeker, a chaser and the keeper. All for the Slytherin team." Angelina said. "The seeker and the chaser are both seventh years, she's a chaser and he's the seeker. The keeper is only a fifth year but I want to keep my eye on him, give him my name and card before anybody else can snag him in the next couple of years. . ." I trailed off at that and focused on cutting up the cucumber.
As I diced I tried to think of something that I could do for the next year basically. My body will need time to recuperate before I go back to work as an active Auror and I don't want to return to work straight after my baby is born. I don't want to sit at a desk for the next six months and then go home to have the baby.
Maybe I could go to Azkaban and help Selena set up the new system there.
Or perhaps I could start a new business up. Maybe I could travel until I have to stop and have the baby.
Maybe I could –"
"Jenna? We weren't expecting you for another few hours." Gran's voice distracted me from my thoughts.
I looked up from the cucumber and saw Jenna standing a little away from the table. She looked fine from first glance and to those who didn't know her as well as I did. I knew something was wrong straight away though. I knew just by looking at the way she held herself, the way her head was bowed a little, the way her hands were shaking ever so slightly.
"I . . . my family had plans to go see my father's sister so I . . . I decided to come here earlier than planned." She lied and hurried to come and sit in the seat next to me.
"Gran? Can you spare Jenna and I for an hour?" I stood up and pushed the cucumbers back over to Lily. "I fancy a walk through the hills." I took Jenna's hand and pulled her up with me.
"Of course darling you be careful though." Gran warned and waved us off.
I smiled at her in response and led Jenna away from my family. She followed me through the garden, over the wall, past the orchard, past where Uncle Fred was buried in a home-made graveyard. We walked across the pathway to the muggle village and up and over one large hill in silence.
By the time we reached a secret spot that Lily, Lucy, Roxanne, Hugo and I found when we were thirteen, we were both sweating a little and out of breath.
"What's up?" I asked, dropping to the grass covered field and patting the space in front of me gently. I looked up at her until she eventually sighed and sat down opposite me. Far away enough that we weren't up in each other's faces, but close enough so that I could put my hand on her knee.
"When we get married, can I take your surname?" she asked me quietly. "Jenna Weasley. Jen Weasley. I like it." She whispered, her hand going on top of mine. She used her index finger to trace where we both knew my engagement ring was, hidden by a concealment charm.
"If that's what you want." I nodded slowly, never taking my eyes from her.
"And can we travel around the world for the honeymoon?" she asked me.
"If that's what you want."
"And can we be happy? Can we be happier than anything and anyone else in the world?" she asked me quietly, her voice breaking into a sob.
I moved so I was on my knees and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. I pressed her head against my chest when I heard her sob and crawled so I was sitting in her lap.
I bit my lip as her sobs wrecked out of her body, shaking mine and hers at once.
"I told . . . my parents about the . . . b-baby." She half sobbed half yelled. "They told me to . . . leave you and come home."
"Jen –"
"I told them we were getting married . . . I told them . . . and they kicked me out." She wailed, her body rocking with sobs that were pouring out of her body. "They . . . they don't want to see me ever again. Even . . . even my sister."
I don't have the words to describe how it felt for me to hold the most precious thing in my entire life in my arms and have her sob and scream as if somebody was burning the flesh off of her bones. She sobbed and choked so hard I had to rub her back soothingly to try and coax some air in and out of her lungs for her.
"If they can't accept you then it is their loss." I insisted. I pressed my lips to her head once, like I would if a child was upset and I was consoling them. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met –"
"But I'm not!" she pulled away from me and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. "I'm a gold-digger. I've stole, I've lied, I've cheated – I left you when you went to prison –"
I cut her off and stood up, bringing her up with me.
"I've killed people. Dozens of people. Close to a hundred." I took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I've beat up thousands of people, I've lied. I've stole. I've cheated on you and for fuck sake I'm pregnant by my cousin who is also my best friend's husband!" I yelled.
"We're terrible people! We fuck up, we're gonna fuck each other up so bad that we'll hate each other – but we love each other." I moved my hands to either side of her face and forced her to look at me. "Jenna, I love you more than anything or anyone in this entire fucking world and I am not letting your pathetic excuse of a family ruin this for me or for you." I didn't give her the chance to answer. I dropped one hand and pulled her closer with the one still on the side of her face. I kissed her as hotly as I could manage. My spare hand went to her skirt where it tugged at the waist until the skirt fell around her ankles.
"Dom –"
"Ssh."
# # #
I watched as Jenna buttoned up her blouse and hunted for her wand.
"That was basically rape." She muttered when she found it. I had left mine in my bag at The Burrow so it was down to her to get rid of the smell of sex and rid us of the light sheen of sweat.
"Yeah, you weren't enjoying it at all." I laughed dryly as I stood up and wiped dry grass from my legs. "Those were screams filled with terror and hate –"
"Shut up." She smirked and held her arms open for a cuddle. "You know, sex doesn't fix everything, right?" she whispered softly.
I hugged her tightly and kissed her neck lightly, nipping it with my teeth, making her jump lightly. "I know. It distracts you though, and that's good enough sometimes."
# # #
All of the children were dozing somewhere in the house and all of my cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents were sitting around a small bonfire that James and Teddy set up. I looked around my family and smiled; everybody looked incredibly happy.
Scorpius and Lily were curled up in one conjured garden chair; she had his hoodie on and was leaning against his chest, smiling sweetly as he ran his fingers through her hair and gently tickled her leg with the tip of his fingers. Lucy and Ed were sitting on the ground, Lucy between his legs with her back against his chest, both of them looking into the fire. My sister was resting her head on Teddy's shoulder. My brother had Zoey slouched into his side, he had his hand tucked under her shirt and was rubbing her back softly. My parents were talking quietly; my father had an arm wrapped over my mother's shoulders. Freddie and Gemma Abbott were lying on their backs, looking up at the stars and pointing out constellations, each with a hand on her swelled stomach. Hugo and Polly were slouched across a sun lounger, their hands clasped and held in the air in front of them. Demi was sitting on Albus' lap, laid back against his chest; the two were swaying slightly, almost as if they were dancing to their own private song. James and Selena were sitting close to the fire, both of them taking turns to who could toss a twig further up into the flames. Molly and Bobby were talking quietly, looking directly at each other as they spoke. Rose and Roxanne, the only two members of the family still single were sitting on a bench, each of them curled into one of Uncle Charlie's arms. I could tell from the excited look on his face and the small smiles on Rose and Roxanne's that he was telling them a story from his days on the dragon reserve. He took his retirement a few weeks ago, when he realised how precious family life actually is when three of his nieces were kidnapped by a lunatic.
"I want to be like them." Jenna whispered. We were sitting in one chair, my head rested on her shoulder and her head on mine lightly. I looked down at her hand which was gripping mine in her lap and saw her point slightly to my grandparents. Grandpa conjured up a double wooden swing for them and Gran had summoned a hand-knitted quilt for them and they were sitting serenely, covered in the blanket that had probably been used to wrap every single one of us Weasley's and Potter's in at one point. Grandpa had his arm around Gran and she had her head resting on his chest, their feet didn't touch the ground but the swing was moving back and forth at a gentle pace.
"Then we will be." I promised her quietly.
"Shooting star!" Freddie announced, causing us all to look up at where he was pointing.
"Everybody make a wish!" Lily giggled.
I looked around at my family and smiled. All of them, all of them completely happy and relaxed at this point. All of us, together.
"My wish has already come true." I breathed out loud, curling into Jenna more closely.
Jenna pressed her lips to my head and let out a deep breath before she squeezed my hand once. "We should tell them. Now."
I turned my head and looked up at her momentarily. "What about your –"
"My family is right here." She moved one hand to touch my stomach lightly. "You and him, right here."
"You think it's a boy?" I smiled.
"Of course it's a boy. It's half Malfoy." She pointed out with a little laugh.
There. Right there, when she laughed and her eyes lit up and her nose crinkled a tiny bit and she got dimples – right there is the reason why I called out.
"Guys . . . we're getting married."
# # #
I carefully climbed out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt as I passed the hamper. My father normally came downstairs for a midnight snack and I seriously doubt he'd appreciate seeing his daughter in only a pair of short shorts. Jenna moaned softly in her sleep but rolled over farther into her side of the bed.
"I'll be back soon baby." I whispered even though she wouldn't even know I was gone.
As soon as I stepped onto the small landing I saw that my parents' door was open, meaning my father was raiding the fridge for whatever raw meat he could find. Sure enough, when I stepped into the kitchen he was sitting at the table working his way through a small plate of barely cooked sausages.
"Can't sleep?" he asked me when I walked further into the kitchen and helped myself to a glass of orange juice.
"Nah, I'm just thirsty." I yawned but sat at the table with him anyway. "All this meat can't be good for your cholesterol." I scowled as he helped himself to another sausage.
"It is full moon." He spoke around the meat in his mouth.
"Oh." I nodded; of course his werewolf tendencies would be stronger towards this time of the month. "Is that why Teddy had like six steaks tonight?"
"No, that boy has eyes bigger than his stomach." Dad laughed, making me laugh with him. "So . . . when do I get to walk my daughter down the aisle? I mean, if you want me to –"
"Why wouldn't I want you to?" I scowled at him.
"I thought perhaps Ron or Harry might have been your first choice –"
"Why?!"
"You're closer to them –"
"Because they're Auror's too! It's easier to tell them – like it or not old man, you are walking me down that bloody aisle and you are dancing with me at the daddy-daughter dance!" I kicked his leg under the table. He winced but smiled at me still.
"I love you baby girl."
"I love you too daddy." I grinned at him and picked up my glass. "Dad . . . when I came out . . . did you ever think about disowning me?" I asked him slowly.
I watched as he put his sausage down and looked at me thoughtfully. He looked from me, to my ring finger and then to the ceiling where my bedroom was directly above the kitchen. He let out a deep breath through his nose and shook his head once.
"I have never thought about disowning you. I've been angry with you, disappointed in you and your siblings . . . Victoire for needing a shotgun wedding, Louis for getting his girlfriend pregnant before any of them had finished school . . . and you for . . . for worrying us during your seventh year. But I have never wanted to disown you." He told me strongly.
I knew that he was disappointed in my actions over seventh year, I'm over that.
"I don't understand how the Corner's can't accept Jenna." I frowned and shook my head.
"It doesn't matter." Dad waved his wand over the scraps of sausage on the plate, vanishing them and the plate itself. "She has you and you have us. As far as I am concerned, I don't have three children. I have two sons, Teddy and Louis and I have four daughters now; Victoire, you, Zoey and Jenna."
I smiled at my dad and blew him a kiss.
"G'night daddy. Love you." I said as I walked out of the kitchen.
"Love you more baby girl."
# # #
Lily's P.O.V
Scorpius shut the bedroom door behind him and smiled at me before he peeled off his t-shirt and his jeans and then climbed in bed beside me
"Will Kim be alright in the kitchen?" I asked him, letting him lay down in bed before I cuddled into him.
"Sure, she has a bowl of water so she'll be fine." He yawned and stretched out an arm for me to rest my head on. When I put head on his bicep and an arm across his stomach he surprised me by pulling his arm in so I turned and my head was on his chest. "And now I have you so I'll be fine too." He chuckled.
I laughed too and settle more into him.
"What do you think then?" he asked me, his other hand coming to rest on top of mine on his stomach. "Dom and Jenna getting married?"
"I knew." I told him honestly. I felt him move so I looked up and saw him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Dominique never was much good at Charm's and her concealment charm was rubbish. Anyway, I've never seen her look as happy as she was when she arrived. Also, Jenna kept taking Dominique's left hand and looking down at it." I explained to him. "As an Auror, you should have picked this up." I nudged his ribs and joked lightly.
He laughed once and let out a deep sigh. "I've been distracted. Erm, Grandmother Greengrass is disinheriting me." he told me awkwardly.
"What?" I gasped and sat up quickly, looking down at him. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking through the window to the night sky.
"I told her about us getting back together and she was happy about that . . . until I then told her about Dom and I having a baby . . . and then about you having Scott's baby." He admitted. "She said she didn't want a bastard child in her family, she doesn't accept step-children and she doesn't want a lesbian to be the mother of her great-grandchild." He told me slowly and quietly.
I felt the breath leave my body as he told me all of this. His grandmother disowned him? His grandmother who had always loved Scorpius the most out of all her grandchildren? His grandmother who disowned her daughter for marrying a muggle born and barely acknowledging her grandchildren . . . that makes more sense.
"I'm so sorry –"
"Why? It's not your fault." He shrugged and took my hand in his. "My mother told me not to worry. The Greengrass estate has always gone to a male heir. My Gran will leave it to my father and he'll leave it –"
"I don't bloody care about her house!" I slapped his arm. "She's your grandmother –"
"She's a cold, nasty old woman who values pride and image above family." He told me calmly. "She hasn't got long left in her; she's going to die with house-elves around her. House-elves who will rejoice when she dies." He muttered. "Lily, I love you and I love the baby that Dom and I have made and I will love your baby. I have so many people around me that love me, I don't need that vile old woman." He told me.
I looked at him for a minute before I sighed and nodded my head slowly.
"She does have a nice house though . . . we could build a Quidditch pitch in the West wing field." I teased him.
"And have weekly family tournaments with our mud-blood, lesbian, half-blood and part-human friends!" Scorpius laughed, making me laugh with him. "We'll never get married so all my bastard children can roam her halls, rejoicing in the sinful life they'll live in!" he laughed.
I laughed too, wiping a tear away from my eye at the image of Grandmother Greengrass watching half a dozen children running around the halls of the famous Greengrass Gables, none of them watching what they were running into and seeing the twelve century year old vases and tapestries dating back to the Stone-Age all being destroyed or drawn on by crayon's.
"We'll have more children?" I asked him, lying back down and cuddling into him again.
"Of course." He pulled the cover up to keep us warm and turned so we were both on our sides, our faces inches away and facing each other. "Lot's and lot's."
"You better get yourself a uterus then if you insist on having lots and lot's." I joked.
"Maybe I'll impregnate another lesbian." He teased back. He winced and sucked in a breath when I kicked his shin though. "Okay, not funny."
"How many is lot's?" I asked him, scowling a little at the impregnating lesbian remark.
"How many until your uterus refuses to carry more?" he asked me, putting a hand over my stomach. "We might have to wait until it's free to use it again though."
"You don't say." I closed my eyes and yawned briefly. "No more than four."
"Four of mine or four in general?"
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, his grey eyes like innocent looking orbs. I knew he wasn't being smart or sarcastic – he was genuinely being curious.
"Four altogether."
"So three more for me?" he checked.
"No more than three more." I warned him.
"So . . . if we have three more after these two then that is five children." He pointed out.
"I had no idea your maths was that good." I smirked. This time I hissed when he kicked my shin. "Yes, five children."
"And with us two . . . that means we can join the Ministry's family Quidditch tournament." He whispered.
I opened one eye slightly and saw him grinning, his own eyes closed.
"The Malfoy family will be champs for years." He chuckled.
"My surname is Potter."
"Meh, we'll sort that out when you've had this kid." He yawned.
"What?"
"I think it'd be cute to have the babies as little flower girls or page boys." He yawned again.
I opened both eyes and looked as he slowly opened his and a smile crept up on his face.
A/N 2 - Okay, so my question is - do you guys want to see a story on the Next-Gen of the Next-Gen? Like baby Scorpius/Dominique, baby Demetrius, baby Lily/Scott . . . and baby Lily/Scorpius [Or babies Lily/Scorpius ;)]
I hope you liked this chapter!
