A/N: My dears, have I ever mentioned that I love you? Because I do. When I first started writing this story, I would never in my wildest dreams have even suspected that I would get as many reviews as this. I mean, over 200, it is amazing! And it is all because of you. Thank you so much! You're the best!
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Wrapping a towel around his waist, Draco exited the bathroom after almost an hour of showering and half an hour of complaining to his mirror. He checked up on his two sleeping beauties, then walked over to the table and picked up the letter the owl had delivered. Tearing it open, he soon discovered it was from "Uncle Bob." Bob had found as many as five families interested in adopting Medea, and they were all more than willing to meet up with Draco to talk. Finding a quill and some parchment, Draco wrote back to say he would be available the rest of the day, so Bob could send the families one by one over to the Manor.
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Two hours later Draco had woken up Harry and they were both sitting in the living room, waiting for the first family to arrive. Looking at the clock, Draco scowled menacingly. They were ten minutes late! Obviously they couldn't be trusted.
When the doorbell rang another ten minutes later, Draco was feeling positively livid. Twenty minutes late; that was outrageous! Unheard of! Didn't Medea mean more to them than that?
He and Harry opened the door together, and while Harry greeted the couple, Draco tried to glare them down into their boots. By the nervous look the lady sent him, it was working. Smirking smugly, he shook the hand the man offered him and presented himself.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Edgar Kelly." The man smiled nervously at him and motioned towards the lady. "This is my wife Mariah, and our son Isaac. Eh, darling? Where is Isaac? Not with you? Oh. Eh. Excuse us."
Draco abruptly closed the door and looked incredulously at Harry. They forgot their own son? Good Lord, there was no way he'd let Medea anywhere near those people! Judging by the shocked look Harry sent the door, he agreed.
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Half an hour later the doorbell rang again, and Draco was pleased to note that it was just on time. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of a happy looking couple surrounded by a hoard of kids. Draco wasn't entirely sure how many there were, but they could easily beat the Weasleys, that he was sure of.
Draco looked at them in disgust, but after Harry violently nudged him in the ribs he plastered on a fake smile and greeted the couple.
"Draco Malfoy," he said, holding out his hand for the man to shake. He was tall and broad shouldered and when he let go Draco was quite sure every bone in his hand was broken.
"Jimmy Jones, pleased to meet you!" He boomed in a low, bass voice. He looked jovial enough, in fact, he looked a tad bit too jovial. Draco couldn't put his finger on it, but it was definitely something about this man he didn't like. Looking at the cluster of children, Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. They were poorly clothed, dirty, and at least three of them had runny noses. It seemed this family was equally as poor as the Weasleys as well as having equally as many children, if not more.
Suddenly his attention was drawn to Harry, who had just entered with Medea.
"Is that the baby?" Exclaimed the lady in a shrill voice that made Draco's ears hurt.
Harry nodded in confirmation, and soon the pair were by his side looking down at the little girl.
"She's a bit small, but she looks healthy enough," commented the man, and the lady nodded.
"Very red though, and not very pretty, but I guess that will change with time," she said, and Draco almost howled in outrage. Not very pretty? Very red? How dare they! That was his baby they were talking about! His baby wasn't anything but perfect!
"Out!" He growled and opened the door. "Out, out, out! And take your filthy spawn with you!" He slammed the door shut after them, and glared at the door just for the sake of glaring at something.
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The next family survived the whole amount of twenty minutes before they were kicked out, and the fourth family was shown the door by a very livid looking Harry Potter after attacking him for an autograph.
When the doorbell rang for the fifth time that afternoon, two tired looking boys made their way to the hall, hoping beyond hope that this last family would be what they were looking for.
Opening the door, Draco was greeted with the sight of two happy looking men in their early thirties. One was tall and sturdy looking with red hair and a red moustache, and the other one was smaller, delicate looking, with black hair and kind, brown eyes. They were holding hands and smiling at Draco and Harry.
"Hello," said the redhead, and put forward his hand for Draco to shake. "My name is Matthew Brocklehurst-Frobisher and this is my husband, Daniel."
Draco just looked at them, but shook the man's hand when Harry glared menacingly at him. "Draco Malfoy, and this is my… eh." After last night and this morning, Draco wasn't entirely sure what Harry was. His friend? Boyfriend? Lover? Not knowing, he said the first thing that came to mind. "This is my Harry."
The Harry in question looked funnily at him, but rather pleased, so Draco concluded he didn't mind being Draco's Harry.
"A pleasure," said the redhead and shook Harry's hand, holding it a bit longer than was polite. Draco scowled at the man, and in the lamp light he almost looked green-eyed for a moment.
"Don't worry," whispered the black haired man named Daniel. "He has a thing for black hair, but he'll behave. He's a married man," he laughed, and Draco felt much calmer knowing that the husband didn't think anything of it.
Moving over to the sitting area in the living room, Harry and Draco started questioning the couple. They soon found out that while Matthew had a well paid job in the ministry, Daniel was a musician. They had been married for six years, and had wanted a child for the last two years. They had already decided that Daniel would stay home with the baby, while Matthew would support them by working. Looking at them, Draco decided that they seemed confident in themselves and that they were at a good place in life to have a child. But still there was something about them he didn't quite like. If he could just figure out what.
I am afraid that this story is about to get a bit angsty, but don't worry, it's nothing big, and last time I checked, the ending was happy.
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