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A/N: Mmm….still slash, mpreg, and fluffy; song lyrics this time round too. The whole bit is at the end. If anyone's interested…it's a great show—great movie too, with an amazing soundtrack! Oh and I don't need to say this, but I'm going to anyway—please review! Mercy buckets! BIG THANKS to those who have reviewed already!

3.

Draco rested his head in his palms waiting for his hyperactive son to leave the den of iniquity that was the Weasley twins' joke shop. He prayed to all his gods and goddesses that his son wouldn't buy out the shop in an effort to drive the band batty, though he wasn't holding out much hope. Besides his untameable hair, pert nose, and slender physique, it seemed his son had also inherited his father's sense of humour. Draco snorted. Oh the joys of being a single parent! Luckily he wasn't alone in raising his son. In Bad Faith they had a family, one that would never abandon them. It was from them he'd learned the value of family and pooled strength. He shuddered to think what would've happened to him had Alistair not found him in that dank alley in New York.

He'd known the other man was a wizard but he'd been too tired and weak to care. He didn't think there'd be Death Eaters in the United States, but if that's how he was to meet his end then so be it. He was tired of running, tired of hiding. Luck or Fate was with him though. Alistair and his sister Melody had taken him into their home and nursed him back to health. Melody was a Healer at Burlington Davis Wizarding Hospital and the medi-witch had given him a tongue lashing to rival one of his godfather's when she realised he was pregnant. He'd been underweight and seriously malnourished. His magic fed and supported the baby, but his magical reserves were low by the time he was found. His heart still clenched when he thought about how close he'd come to losing Evan.

The day of his birth had been the happiest of Draco's life. Evan was born at Burlington Davis with Melody as his attending. Alistair had been there as well and when they'd placed his squalling son on his chest the baby calmed, he looked into familiar grey eyes and fell in love for the second time in his life. This time, he promised, nothing would stand in the way of that love. He'd give Evan everything that had been denied him: a loving and supportive family, confidence to be himself rather than a mimic of someone else, and the strength to follow his heart.

Bad Faith had been a fluke of Fate. Alistair had been trying for some time to get several wizards and witches he knew to form a band for the Muggle world. There'd been some interest but nothing really solid. During a dinner party thrown at his and Melody's house Draco, still not used to company, was sitting at the piano in Alistair's music room playing something they'd heard him tinkering with for weeks. This time though he sang as his son's cradle, spelled to rock gently, swayed back and forth.

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.

Oh Lady Luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up. I fear.

The pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks 'til you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
you're burning out and blowing round.

And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool…

"OH MERLIN!"

Draco's head popped up to glare at the purple haired woman in the doorway.

"Do you mind? My son is sleeping," he hissed, pointing to the still swaying cradle. Noticing his son's fidgeting Draco got up and smoothed the cover over him and brushed his fingers against his head and face until the baby calmed.

"Oh. Oh, sorry," she whispered, still loudly.

Draco sighed, "Is there something I can help you with Ms. –"

"Rhiannon. Rhiannon Vaughn," she held out her hand, which Draco shook graciously. "And Merlin's beard can you help me. Wait right here!"

Rhiannon scuttled out of the music room and Draco turned his attention to Evan. Even sleeping his son was captivating. Lost in his thoughts and wandering through possible futures he didn't notice when a largish group of people gathered in the music room.

"Draco?" Melody said softly, calling him from his reverie. He looked up surprised at the size of his audience. "Rhiannon has an idea so I'm going to take Evan to your bedroom and sit with him awhile is that alright?"

Confused and not wanting to have his son out of sight he was about to say no, but the pleading look from Alistair stopped him and he acquiesced with a brief nod.

Once Melody and Evan were gone Rhiannon turned to the rest assembled and announced that the band was finally ready. That earned her quite a few disbelieving looks, so she turned to Draco and asked him to play his song again. The young man blushed. It wasn't very good. Just a way for him to work out his feelings about Harry and all that had happened to him and between them before he'd left Wizarding Britain. It certainly wasn't anything worth an audience. But since Rhiannon insisted (he was learning quickly that she was a woman to be reckoned with) and Alistair encouraged, he turned back to the piano and sang. He'd lost his self-consciousness by the second verse, steeping himself in the bittersweet emotions the song evoked in him. This time he sang the song all the way through and when he was finished he pulled his hands back from the keys and turned to look at his friend and those assembled.

"Rhi's right. I think we've just found ourselves a front man." Alistair smiled as Draco blinked owlishly at him.

"B-But I can't-I don't know how-I don't…"

"Shut it Draco. You're perfect. You have a great voice. It's powerful and expressive. You work with your instrument instead of trying to gain vocal dominance over it, and you're damn good looking. Along with talent, we need a face to sell the band and you're it." Rhiannon crossed her arms over her chest. "Now do you play anything else?"

Draco blushed at her description then cleared his throat, "Violin and cello, it's been awhile though."

She waved off his comments, "Practice will fix that, now you 7 Alistair, Diane, Joy, Dai, Jonathan, and Avery each play multiple instruments. I am the band's manager and accountant, all the business stuff goes through me. You are now the seventh member of our heretofore unnamed group. Got it?"

Draco shook his head, "I'm sorry I can't. I have a son. I need to take care of him."

Joy smiled, "It's okay Draco, for now it'll just be low-key gigs. If we get any further we'll find ways to take our kids with us and make sure they get what they need while we're touring. Everyone but Melody, Alistair and Rhiannon has kids. Diane and I have our son Aidan who is the same age as your little boy, and we have a 3 year old daughter Kaelleigh. Dai has a 3 year old son Lennox, and 18 month old twins Chase and Madison. Jonathan and Avery are our busy bees with 4 children, Emmeline 2, Saundra 4, and Kevin 5, and Aurora 7. Your son won't lack for company or cousins to play with. We're really just sort of a big family here and I have a feeling you'll fit right in."

Draco lowered his head, how to explain to these people that he wouldn't fit in, that he didn't deserve to.

Tbc...

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A/N 2: Uh...if you promise not to tell the ffn posting police i'm going to take this moment to slip in a little thank you here to the anon reviewers who haven't left email addresses (i hate not being able to say thanks properly but i can't respond privately if you don't so this will have to do sorry--just don't get used to it, the posting police are an active lot.)

su: thank you! i hope you'll like this one too!

miss lesley: no worries, it'll all work out and remember the fluff warning, this is sooooo not going to be an angst-fest (eh maybe a wee little bit of angst though).

A/N 3: The song snippet is from the song "Wicked Little Town" from the show/movie Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

"Wicked Little Town" (Hedwig's Version)

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.

You're running up and down that hill.
You turn it on and off at will.
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

Oh Lady, luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up. I fear.

the pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks 'til you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
you're burning out and blowing round.
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool

and then you're someone you are not,
and Junction City ain't the spot,
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.