"But Daddddy, Mother said we couldn't go," Moira whined fearfully as Draco helped her pull her sweater over her tiny self. He chuckled softly and bent down on one knee to lace Janine's shoes. She was still having trouble tying the knots.

"Well, your mother isn't here, is she? So she'll have to go along with it or risk looking like a complete old hag…" Draco paused, regretting his comment immediately. "Uhhh…"

"Don't worry, Daddy. I won't tell Mother," Little Janine promised softly, rocking back and forth on her toes. Draco smiled and hugged the both of his daughters close.

"I know you two ravishing beauties won't tell." He kissed each of them on their foreheads and got down the silver pot of Floo Powder from above the Italian marble fireplace. He flung a small pinch into the roaring fire and took his daughters' hands.

"Come on, you two. We're already late." The two girls giggled and stepped into the fire with their father.

Moira and Janine smiled at eachother around their father. Immediatly, as if in a race, they shouted in one loud voice, "HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY!" All three disappeared from sight.

"Harry!" Ron shouted joyfully. "How the Bloddy Hell are you?"

Harry smiled grandly at his best friend and the two men hugged and slapped eachother on the backs. "Great...real great. What about you? How's Hermione?"

"Mione? Oh she and the kids are fine...and me too for that matter. How's Lara? And Andy?"

"Ohhh...uhhh, they're good, too." Ron nodded with that goofy smile still on his face. Then, they both stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments.

Finally, Ron broke the silence by saying, "Hey, that last match of yours against Canada? Wow...that was amazing."

Harry smiled, grateful to have a more comfortable topic to discuss. "Yeah, complete shut-out. It was great," Harry remembered fondly. Both of them talked about for Quidditch for a long time when they heard a voice that was all too familiar.

"Potter and Weasly…well, well, well." Draco glared at them maliciously.

"Malfoy," Harry said as Ron acknowledged him with a curt nod. "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you, of course," Malfoy scoffed. "My daughters were thirsty. Not that it's any of your business." Harry and Ron both looked down in awe at the two girls clutching their father's legs. Malfoy looked down and smiled at them. "Let go Moira…you too Janine. You're about to crush me."

They both thought this was incredibly funny. They fell to the floor, laughing.

Ron raised his eyebrows at Malfoy and asked incredulously, "You are a father?"

"Those poor kids," Harry muttered with a shake of his head.

At that, Malfoy made a fist and advanced towards them both, saying, "You take that back you filthy…" but he was immediately cut off when Moira stood up and kicked Harry in the shin. Hard.

"You meanie! I love Daddy and he loves me too…and Janie, too!" She pointed toward the little girl who was scowling and shaking a fist at Ron.

"Moira Dear, Janine…come now, be nice." Draco was on the verge of tears, he was laughing so hard. "Let's go find a place to sit."

Harry was still clutching his leg and staring at the little blonde girl who had just kicked him. Draco took one last look at Ron and Harry before leading his tiny heroines away. "Marvelous seeing you both again…really." At that, he began laughing all over again.

Then, under his breath, Ron muttered, "Prat," at Draco's retreating back.