Author's Note: James' speech might be a little advanced (haven't spent a lot of time with three-year-olds), so bear with if so. Enjoy!

The boys had barely had time to wonder where their Fathers were, before they appeared, only looking slightly rumpled, but satisfied. "Good morning sweethearts," Harry greeted, bestowing a kiss to the top of the head to all three boys without thinking.

"Very good morning," Draco remarked, kissing Harry on the cheek before he could get embarrassed over his unconscious action. The blonde was gratified Harry obviously thought of all three boys as his.

"Are we still going to Grandma Molly's for lunch?" James asked.

"Yes sweetheart," Harry replied, organising breakfast.

"Are Draco and Scorpius coming too?"

"Yes sweetheart."

"Do they know we are?" Draco asked, settling at the table since he was quite certain he would get in the way otherwise.

"I'm sure Molly knows by now," Harry replied lifting a shoulder. "She pretty much knows everything – when it comes to her family anyway."

"How?"

"Well, a combination of Mother's intuition, the clock and Fred and George. Don't ask me how they know everything, I still haven't managed to figure it out."

"You don't seem bothered by that," Draco remarked, curious.

"They only have our best intentions at heart, don't they boys?" James and Albus nodded profusely.

"Will she be there?" James asked.

"James Potter, we talked about this," Harry chided gently.

"Yes Daddy," he responded obediently.

Draco quirked an eyebrow. Harry smiled. "James?"

"We don't have to have anything to do with her if we don't want, but we must be polite," he parroted, with the long-sufferance of a petulant child.

"Perfect," Harry complimented, kissing the top of his head. "You wouldn't want to upset Grandma Molly would you?"

"No Daddy," James answered vehemently.

Harry smiled. "Good idea, I wouldn't want to either. Grandma Molly can be scary," he whispered conspiratorially, like he was sharing a wicked secret, causing all three boys to giggle.

"Yes she can rather be a force to be reckoned with," Draco remarked with a secret smile to Harry.

"That she can," Harry agreed. "I told you the story of Uncle Ron and Grandpa Arthur's flying car."

James and Albus giggled again. "We like that one," he announced to Draco. "We prefer the ones where Dad flies on a broom though. You were in most of them."

Harry flushed to his roots while Draco smirked widely. "Is that so?" The boys nodded. "But I take it your Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione are in more of them?"

James shook his head. "No, you were in a lot more of the stories than they were," he informed with the guilelessness of a child.

Draco met Harry's eyes with a broader smirk. "Harry was in a lot of Father's stories too," Scorpius piped up.

It was Harry's turn to grin. "Good to know." He paused for a second, before he offered some advice, "You and Scorpius might want to brace yourself though, it can be rather overwhelming to the unfamiliar at the Burrow. The Weasleys are a rather large clan, but they are all welcoming."

"To you maybe," Draco replied with a small frown.

Harry covered Draco's hand with his own. "Molly would never let anyone to be rude to a guest," Harry assured. "And she will definitely love you Scorpius," he declared confidently.

"Really?" the little boy asked timidly.

"Yes," Harry replied firmly, kissing the top of his platinum blonde head. "Molly loves children. I don't think she's met a child she hasn't taken to," he continued with a warm smile. "I do believe she would adopt every child she met given the chance – the friends of her children were made honorary members of the family."

"Really?"

"Yes, and she continued to think of them all that way – even when they didn't marry into the family," he said with a wink. "For example, Lee Jordan still pops by when he can."

"Where do you fit into this?" Draco asked with faux-innocence.

"I was counted as one of her honorary children, and part of the family, even before I married Ginny. Molly made it clear that she still considered me so even when Ginny and I divorced," Harry replied warmly. "And not just because of the boys," he continued before Draco could comment.

"You obviously think highly of her."

"She's family," Harry remarked lifting a shoulder as he made the final touches to breakfast.

Draco took over handing it out, while Harry crouched next to Scorpius's chair. "That being said, Scorpius sweetheart, if anyone says anything mean to you, or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, I want you to promise to come to me," he spoke softly, stroking the boy's hair gently.

"I promise," he replied with a bright smile.

"Good," he replied kissing the top of the boy's head. "No one should, but if they do, I'll make sure it's dealt with okay?" He nodded, still smiling brightly, and Harry turned to find himself the centre of Draco's very positive attention.