A/N: Well this is the last chapter I have finished. You'll have to wait awhile before I can get the next one out. Enjoy!

Harry thanked the Parkers again for letting his girls stay with them so long, "Are you sure it's no trouble?"

"None at all Harry. The girls have been wanting them over for the longest time anyway," Mrs. Parker said.

"This is a big conference you're going to?"

"Yes. Huge, important medical breakthroughs," Harry watched as his little girls went out into the Parker's back yard and headed out to their tree house.

They were muggles but Mr. Parker had a sister who had been a witch at Hogwarts, they understood perfectly when something weird would happen next door, or while the girls were around. Harry tried not to talk about the wizarding world or it's ways to them very often though, just the same. He'd hate for them to find out that he was not only a 'doctor' but a savior too.

"Well have a good trip Harry," Mrs. Parker said giving him a hug, before she went back into the kitchen.

"Do you want us to check up on Vicky while you're gone?" Mr. Parker asked.

"You don't have to. The hospital will give me a ring if her condition changes," the raven haired man said uneasily.

"We'll go see her anyway. She'll get lonely without you and the girls dropping by every other day."

Harry smiled weakly, "Thanks Jim."

"Well you better get going if you want to make it there by 6:30…Just where is this conference?"

"Uh…at a lodge in the mountains," Harry lied quickly.

"The mountains, but that's…You'll be late! You can't- Oh yeah," Jim smiled, "You'll get there in plenty of time."

Harry blushed nodding, "Yeah." He walked over to the door and opened it going out onto the porch, "See you later."

"Have a good time Harry. Don't work too hard."

"I…won't," he said back smiling, as he walked down the sidewalk and got into his car, and backed out, going back down the street to his house that was the second from the corner. He pulled into his garage and closed the door, before running into his house and grabbing his bags. He'd called the Weasely's and told them he'd been called out of town at the last minute for a medical conference, so he couldn't make it to dinner. He knew it was a horrible thing to do, but he wanted to be there to meet Draco in the morning. Actually he was hoping that the blond was just as eager as him, and had gotten everything in order quickly, and was waiting for him.

Checking one last time that he had all his bags, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the lake house, and was gone with a loud pop.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a one story cabin. Draco had bought it while still in school, so it wasn't anything super fancy, but it was set out on a raised peninsula and it had a beautiful deck that wrapped all the way around it, which made it a very romantic place for watching sunrises and sunsets. It was also the perfect place to go swimming because on all sides of the deck that faced water, stairs led down to the lake, and at the bottom of each set of stairs was a short dock.

"It's good to be home," Harry whispered as he walked toward the cabin holding his bags.

Upon reaching the front door, he found it was still locked, which meant Draco wasn't there yet. Harry remembered that no key in the world would open this door, so he set his things down and dug into his pocket, pulling out his wand. He quickly wrote 'Dragon's Nest' on the door with his wand, leaving glowing letters on the wood. Slowly they faded away and there was a soft 'click' from the door's lock.

Taking up his things again Harry, moved into the cabin, glancing about at the covered furniture before setting his things down and closing the door. Obviously Draco hadn't been here for years, because there was a good coat of dust on everything. The thought lifted his heart; Draco had always promised him that this was 'their' cabin.

"I guess I'll have to do a little cleaning before he gets here. Heaven knows that man can't stand anything dirty for long," he held out his wand again, and started spelling away the years.

Draco had just finished packing his things for the next morning. He almost felt like going now but he'd make himself wait. He still hadn't thought of a single person he trusted enough to watch his son.

"Maybe Blaise's wife…Nicole, would watch him," he knew that even if Pansy did go over to Blaise's house she wouldn't be welcomed, especially if he told them his side first. With that in mind, he went to his fireplace and grabbed some floo powder, "Zabini Manor!"

He stuck his head in, and smirked when he saw his old house mate making out with his wife on their couch, "Blaise! How many times must I tell you not to make out in front of the fire?!" Draco asked loudly smirking.

The man jumped back from his wife and looked at the fireplace, "Well, well Draco! It's nice to see you again!"

"And you. How are things?"

"Getting better everyday. Nicole's pregnant!"

Draco glanced at the young woman, "Congratulations. When is it due?"

"We just found out today," she said smiling.

"That's wonderful," he said, and was surprised to find himself meaning it.

"How are your sons doing?" Blaise asked.

"Weber's at his first day of school right now, and Edward…will be fine. Pansy's been rough with him for the last time. I'm getting a divorce."

"Divorce? Draco that's horrible! What happened?" Blaise asked, holding his wife closer.

So then Draco told them both about that last few months, and by the time he was done Blaise was seething, "How dare she?! Didn't I tell you not to marry that whore?"

"Blaise!" his wife scolded.

"I should have listened, but it's too late now. I'm trying to clear some things up, and it will take a few days, and I can't trust the house elves to be there to take care of Edward because Pansy's likely to kill them all."

"We could watch him," Nicole offered, looked at her husband.

"No that's too much to ask of you. You're expecting and-"

"It'd be good practice for us," Blaise said smiling, "and besides I've always wanted to spoil one of your children rotten."

"Well if you don't mind," Draco said smiling weakly, but smirking on the inside.

"It'll be fun," Nicole said. "Would you like us to come over and get him?"

"No. I'll bring him over in a few hours, if that's all right? He's sleeping right now, and I have to get his things packed."

Blaise got to his feet, "Perfect! We'll start making up a room for him."

"Alright. I'll see you around…4 or 5 then."

"We'll be waiting," Nicole said, as she waved good-bye.

Draco pulled his head from the flames and got to his feet. He went downstairs to the second floor and peeked in on his son, who was still fast asleep. After pulling away silently, he walked soundless down the hall and to Edward's bedroom. Upon opening the door, he noticed right away that it smelled much better, and all the things that had been out before were neatly put away on the shelves and in the toy boxes. Draco went to his son's closet and started to take out some clothes to pack, when he heard the door open. Pansy jumped in surprise, "Where is the boy?" she asked looking around the room from the doorway.

"In that bathroom," Draco lied smoothly, pointing over to the closed door on the other side of the room. "Get out here before he comes out."

"My friends want to see him," she said glaring darkly at him.

"Well tell them that you no longer have a son, because that's as good as the truth. He doesn't have a mother any more," Draco went back over to the closet and grabbed a trunk off the top shelf. When he turned around Pansy was just opening the door the bathroom.

"No!" Draco yelled.

Pansy let out a triumphant laugh as she slipped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind herself.

Draco smirked and took his wand out, waving it toward the door. There was a soft 'click', signaling the door had been locked. He then crossed the room and typed his wand on the door knob. It glowed blue for a few moments, before fading. He then tapped both of the door's hinges, watching until the blue faded from them as well.

"You lying bastard! He's not in here!" Pansy screeched from inside the bathroom. The sounds of her coming back to the door were heard and then the sound of the door knob being jiggled, "What the hell?! You-You tricked me!!!" she yelled banging on the door. "Let me out of here!!"

"Get yourself out of there," Draco said smugly. "And if you can't figure out a way, the door will unlock itself after 5 hours or so. By then Edward will be far away from you, safe and sound, and I will be in the middle of a mind blowing orgasm, or well on my way to having one. Some men from the Ministry will be here in the morning to remove you from the Manor, and don't even think about taking anything that isn't yours. I'm placing a covering curse on everything that's mine."

"Let me out of here!!"

Draco smirked to himself, as he walked back over to his son's closet, gathering another robe. He then went to the dresser and pulled out some shirts and pants, and some other clothes for him to play in, as well as underwear and socks.

"Draco please! This isn't funny!"

"No it's not. You were going to hurt our son to get to me," he was just about finished with packing his son's clothes, and was starting to wonder if he should put some toys in for him as well, when the door opened again. This time though, a little blond head peeked in.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"I have to go pee," Edward mumbled as he wiggled around.

Draco glanced at the bathroom briefly before going over to the door and taking his son's hand, leading him down to the other bathroom where he'd given him a bath earlier. Once inside he quickly pulled down his son's pajama bottoms and picked him up setting him on the higher toilet, holding him so he wouldn't fall in or anything.

Edward immediately started to tinkle, shivering, "Sorry."

"It's all right," Draco said leaning in kiss his son on the forehead, "I forgot you're not big enough to use the other toilets." The boy was rather small for other children his age, but he acted as if he were twice his age.

Soon Edward was done, and Draco helped him clean himself a bit, before pulling up the bottoms again. He carried him over to the sink and poured some liquid soap on his little hands, and then his own, before they rinsed them off in the warm water the flowed from the automatic faucet.

"So how did you find me?" Draco asked as he lifted his son from the counter, and set him back on the floor.

"Mommy was yelling."

"Ahh…Edward I'm going to take you to some friends of mine for a while. You're going to stay with them, until I get some things settled."

"No!" he said grabbing onto his dad's leg.

"I promise they're really nice. They're going to be getting a little son or daughter soon, and then you'll have someone more your age to play with."

"You'll leave me!"

Draco leaned over and picked up his son, "No! I would never leave you! At least not for longer then I had to. I'll come visit every other day."

Edward already had little tears running down his cheeks, "Promise?"

"Of course. I'm trying to get you a new daddy, and get rid of your mommy, because she's no good."

"Don't want a new daddy! Want you!"

"You'll still have me, you'll just have another daddy."

The boy sniffled, "Like you?"

"Well," Draco said, thinking about it, "he's not exactly like me, but he's very sweet, and he loves little boys with blond hair that happen to be 4 years old."

"I'm 4."

"Yes you are," the blond man said carrying down the hall and back into his original bedroom. "So will you stay with my friends for a few days. If you do, mommy will be gone by the time we get back, and you'll never have to see or hear her again."

Edward wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "Can I take Zoomer?"

"Zoomer?"

Edward wiggled, until Draco set him down. The little boy walked over to the closet that was still standing open and got down on his hands and knees, crawling inside until only his little feet were sticking out. Soon he re-emerged with a stuffed red dragon with black wings and golden eyes, "I have to hide him or mommy will throw him away."

Draco was briefly reminded of a stuffed dragon he had when he was about 2. It had been purple with metallic green wings. His father had thrown his away when he turned 3 because it was something he was attached to, and attachment was a weakness, "Of course you can take Zoomer, some of your other toys too, if you want."

Edward smiled a big real smile. The fist Draco had seen in a very long time.

"Draco! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Father and son both looked at each other before giggling madly.

An hour later Draco was helping his son into the fireplace with his trunk, "Put your hand on it like this," he said as he lifted the little hand and set it on the trunk. He then took some floo powder and carefully put it in his son's hand, "Can you say 'Zabini Manor'?"

"Zabini Manor," the little boy said perfectly the first time.

"Good! Now say it again, just like you did before and throw down the powder. I'll be right behind you."

The little boy nodded, "Zabini Manor." He threw down the powder and green flames engulfed him. There was a scream, but the sound died, almost as it had begun.

Draco's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed a hand full of powder himself, "Zabini Manor!"

The next thing he knew he was stumbling out of a fireplace and a few feet away his son was screaming and crying loudly, "Edward! Shhh!" Draco gathered him up unto his arms, and was almost choked by the force of the little arms that had wrapped around his neck hand. "It's all right. You did it!"

"Draco?!" Blaise ran into the living room, "What happened?"

"First time flooing," Draco said over his son's crying. "He's just a little scared that's all."

"He's 4 and that was his first time?" Blaise asked, his wife quickly coming into the room behind him.

"Is something the matter? Is he hurt?" she asked scared, going over to the father and son.

"Pansy hates him, and hardly lets him leave his room. Of course it's his first floo," Draco cupped the back of his son's head, pushing him into his neck gently. "No. He's just frightened Nicole."

After a few minutes Edward's crying had turned into hiccups, "Dead?"

"No sweetheart," Nicole said coming closer. "You're fine."

A little tear stained face peeked out from under his father's chin, "Mommy?"

Nicole looked at Draco, who shook his head, "No, I'm not your mommy. I'm a friend of your father's."

"Do you think I'm rich-head?" he asked her.

Blaise raised an eyebrow in question at Draco, "Rich-head?"

"He means wretched. His mother calls him that all the time," he explained.

"Well, I don't know you very well, but you don't look or act wretched to me," said she kindly, "In fact, I think that since you've been such a brave little boy you deserve a cookie. A big, fresh one right from the oven."

Edward swallowed, and his stomach growled, "Chocolate chip?"

"Yep! Made just for you," she smiled, looking at Draco who seemed pleased. "But if you want one you'll have to come downstairs with me because I don't think I can carry it up here all by myself."

Draco put Edward down, and patted him on the butt, "Go on. I'm not going any where for a while."

Unhappily the little blond boy walked over to Nicole. She held out her hand to him and he reached up and took it, and allowed himself to be led out of the room and down the hall.

Blaise came over to Draco and sighed, "You say Pansy is the cause of that?" he gestured the way his wife and the boy had gone.

"Yeah…she wasn't as bad with Weber, but then, he was our first. She liked to show him off. Now that he's older though she treats him about the same, only he stands up to her." Draco ran a hand through his hair, "You should have seen him this morning Blaise. I guess I've been so busy with Weber, getting him ready for school…he looked like he hadn't been cleaned in a week and a half! I didn't even notice until I went to check on him when I got back…"

"Doesn't he have an elf?"

"Pansy killed the damn thing. Apparently she's been doing that a lot lately because the Manor hasn't enough help to keep it properly cleaned. Edward's bathroom was ghastly!"

Blaise looked like he was ready to kill something, "How dare she! Pure bloodness be damned! You don't have to treat a child like that! Even my own father didn't treat me that harshly when I was bad!"

"Mine did, and so did hers I'm guessing," Draco said, "I'm surprised I don't do it myself."

"You don't because you don't want to be your father, and you're not," Blaise said resting a hand on his old friend's shoulder, "Are you going to get remarried?"

"I think so. I'm going to meet someone after I'm done here actually," Draco said smirking.

"Oh? Who? Anyone I know?"

"Harry Potter."

Blaise grabbed both of his shoulders, "He's a married man! Not only that but he's married to a woman! You two are having an affair?! What in the hell are you thinking Draco? I know you two had a thing for each other in school and then something happened, but-"

"His wife is dieing of the same disease my mother had," Draco interrupted him.

"Oh like that's any better!"

"He doesn't love her, and she knows it. He was going to kill himself because he thought I was dead. Remember? I left before the war and no one heard from me until a year after it was over. She simply was a lifeline for him and she knew that."

"So what? He's going to divorce her, while she's on her death bed, and then you two are going to get married?"

"No…I won't let him do that. We'll wait to get married until a few months after her death. Until then he's going to need someone to confide in, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to make love to. My sons need another parental figure and so will his after their mother is gone and since I'm not a woman, it won't be like I'm trying to replace their mother."

"You are without a doubt the weirdest man I've ever met, Draco Malfoy," Blaise said shaking his head.

"We're back!" Nicole came in, holding a plate of cookies in one hand and holding a pale small hand in the other.

Edward was holding a very large cooking in a napkin in his free hand, "Look Daddy!"

"My that is a big cookie. Try not to ruin your dinner now," Draco said.

"Dinner?" the pale boy questioned. He looked at his cookie, then back at his dad, then over at Blaise, then Nicole, and finally back at the cookie.

"Yes. You'll be having dinner with us in that big dinning room I took to through on the way to the kitchen," Nicole slowly rested a hand on the back of his head.

"Really?" he was still looking at his cookie.

Blaise laughed, "Go on and eat it."

After glancing at his father, who nodded warmly, he made a small bite into the rounded edge. He chewed thoroughly, before swallowing. Looking back at his father again, he took another small bite.

"My goodness he's a neat eater," Nicole said frowning. "I thought children his age were…messier."

"Well you weren't raised as a hard core pure blood then," Blaise said watching him thoughtfully.

"He's never been allowed to eat in the dinning room," Draco said. "You might see him messy yet."

They all watched him silently take his fourth bite of cookie.

Finally Nicole could stand thinking about what the boy's mother had did to him no longer, "Edward? Would you like to see your room?"

He swallowed and looked up at her, "Okay." He held out the cookie toward her.

"You don't want the rest of it?" Blaise asked.

"No eating in the halls," he recited, looking at his dad.

"Honey, you can eat in the halls here. You can do whatever you want, unless we tell you not to," Nicole ran a hand through his hair.

Blaise walked over to him and picked him up, leaning him on his hip, "Come on Edward and don't stop eating that cookie." He carried him out the door and down the hall.

"Come on Draco. You can see his room too," Nicole all but floated after her husband.

Draco charmed the little trunk full of his son's things to float behind him, and then he started after them.

Edward's room wasn't far from the upstairs living room. It was about the same size as his one back at the Malfoy Manor, but the walls were painted a color that matched Draco's eyes perfectly, and on the odd wall color, little brooms and snitches flew around. There was a mini-four-poster bed set against the wall, and the bedspread it sported had a large friendly looking dragon on it. The rest of the room was filled with all sorts of toys and set in one wall was a huge bay window with a padded bench. Under the bench had been turned into bookshelves full of story books. On the other side of the room a door stood open, revealing a bathroom made just for a child Edward's size, much like the bed.

"Do you like it?" Blaise asked setting him down.

Edward walked away from him over to a set of blocks, that looked a lot like a set he had back home, as Draco recalled, "These are mine."

"Yes, all these things are for you. I think there's a even a beginners training broom around here some where," Blaise said, going over to a pile of things next to the wall.

Draco was shocked, "You didn't have to go out and get all these things for him."

"Oh, but it was so fun!" Nicole said she went over to the pile of toys her husband was digging through and pulled out a miniature Hogwarts robe, "You want to wear a robe like you brother does? When you get your first owl from him, we'll even put his house's patch on it." She got down on her knees and held out the robe to him.

"Just like Weber's?" he asked in awe half-eaten cookie forgotten in his little hand.

"Just like it!" Blaise said, pulled a small broom from somewhere inside all the toys, "And if you want, we'll teach you how to fly, like your brother is learning this year."

"He's 4!" Draco cried out, but he was smirking non-the-less.

"So? He'll the best seeker ever! Better then you at least!" Blaise said smirking himself.

Draco scowled, "Just because I could never beat Potter when he was in good health-"

"He'll be better then Potter then! He'll have a good teacher," Blaise locked eyes with Draco.

"Maybe," Draco said smiling now. "You going to be okay now Edward?"

His son looked up at him and then around the room and finally his eyes landed on the two other adults in the room, "Yeah."

"So soon? You won't start crying if I leave?"

"No."

Blaise smiled, "It's the gifts. Works every time mate."

"Ok," Draco said ignoring his friend. "I'm going to go now alright? I'll come back in a couple of days to check on you."

The little boy nodded, before turning back to Nicole, "Can I wear it?"

Draco sighed and turned back to Blaise, "If you need anything I'll most likely be at my cabin. It's called the Dragon's Nest."

"You're not serious?" Blaise asked almost snorting, "With…?"

Smirking Draco stole one last look at his son, "Of course. It's our home."

A/N: I've already started the next chapter and so far it's only about the boys, but even I never know how these things are going work out. Thanks!