Hi guys!

Thank you to my wonderful readers and reviewers – special mentions to sjrodgers108 and Alemon. Now I just had to do a repost of Chapter One because it just wasn't finished right, so please go back and read the second part of New Years Eve. That would be great.

Also please, please review because the plotline of this could really go just about anywhere so let me know what you want to happen and that will take this fanfic to a whole new level. Brownie promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters J K Rowling made. I do own a computer though, so I can pay tribute to her.

January 2nd, 2009

"Mmmm."

"Please Drake; we can't do this if you keep waking the kids."

"Yeah, yeah I know just . . . oh Harry!"

"Draco!"

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"Why'd you stop?"

Harry rolled back into bed and sighed. It was a problem. A real problem.

Draco was just too vocal in bed.

Last night was a prime example. Apart from Cass, the whole Malfoy-Potter clan had arrived back at their modest home in Little Marling during the early hours of the morning after yesterday's festivities. They had spent the whole day as a family, which was hard to do now that the kids were in their teens, and then when everyone was in bed Draco had suggested more festive activities for himself and Harry.

Midway through their private party, Lexi had padded across the hallway and opened his parents' bedroom door because he thought that something or someone was attacking his fathers. Despite Harry's jokes after Lexi had once again disappeared, this was a real issue.

"We can't just not have sex because we've got kids. I mean, we'll end up looking like that pair out of the Adams family." Draco groaned as he pulled his husband into him tighter. A quick morning release was out of the question as well, apparently.

"Well you have to learn to be quiet."

"I can't love. I've tried but I just lose focus."

Harry sighed, "I know, I know."

Blaise Zambini opened his eyes when a stream of sunlight flooded over him. The sound of curtains being sharply pulled back filled his ears, and suddenly it felt very much like Hogwarts again. As reality swamped him, Blaise realised he was no longer in his dormitory but lying in his own bed. The curtain-puller revealed himself from the ensuite.

"Morning dad," Dawson grinned as his adoptive father struggled to find his alarm on his bedside cabinet, "Mam says you don't have to worry about tha' reet now dad. She let you stay in this morning, said you needed tha rest."

Blaise grumbled something incoherent. From somewhere below him, Ginny had already started breakfast. He could hear the bacon sizzling. He looked up again at Dawson, a sturdy young man of sixteen now. There was nothing definitely Dean Thomas or Lavender Brown in Dawson's appearance. Thank Merlin he was such a cross between them that he didn't resemble anyone.

More noise joined the bacon. Bold tones criss-crossed each other, as Blaise heard his other two sons arrive at the breakfast table.

"But muuuum, you let Damien join the under sixteen's quidditch team."

"He was a lot safer on a broom than you are."

Damien then joined to taunt his brother, "Besides, Beau, you're still a baby."

"I'm fourteen! Mum, tell him!"

Dawson stepped out of his parents' bedroom and began to bound down the stairs. Ginny gave a dramatic sigh, and Blaise smirked because he knew how she would answer. "Yes, Beau, you are fourteen."

"I didn't mean tell him about that! Tell him to stop picking on me!"

A quick rebuff from Damien; "I'm not!"

Silence fell for a moment between the three Zambinis. Blaise hoped that the bacon wouldn't be burnt by now as he dressed hurriedly. Dawson had arrived at the kitchen and, at the scraping of a chair, had obviously made himself at home.

"I hate being the youngest."

Blaise, in an act of father-is-god, yelled through the floorboards "Aw, are you that hard done by?"

Peals of laughter echoed from below. Yes, thought Blaise smugly, this was going to be a very good year.

The radio blared in the kitchen as Luna set about making breakfast. Her son's voice flowed throughout the kitchen, and she hummed whilst she washed sticks of celery.

"Hey there listeners, and how are you all today? You been enjoying the holiday season, I sure as well have. Now today we've got a jam-packed show for you, with expert David Fuller coming later at half past ten to share his secrets on the latest intruders to the music scene. So while you're waiting for that, here's the Weird Sisters with the old classic 'Babe you melt me'."

Luna sang along. Johnny had done brilliantly in his new job; it matched perfectly with his personality. As friendly as his mother, but level-headed like Ron, Johnny was now on a steady wage as UK Magic Gold's latest DJ.

"Hey mum, what you doing?" Lola's voice interrupted Luna's thoughts. She turned and smiled at her youngest daughter, already as stunning as her cousin Bianca and sister Angel. Lola had inherited Ron's blue eyes, and surprisingly Luna's blonde hair. Lean and athletic, Lola was also very musically talented. It might be Angelica who had the nickname, but Lola could sing like an angel.

"Blending carrots."

"Ah. Why?"

"Well, don't you want some breakfast?"

"Blended carrots and," Lola glanced at her mother's chopping board, "Celery? For breakfast?"

"It's been cold," Luna trilled, "Some nice hot soup will warm everyone up."

"At ten past nine?"

"No. It will be ready about half ten. I want us all to sit down together and listen to Johnny and Mister David Fuller."

"Who's he?"

Luna smiled and went back to work. "You'll find out at breakfast."

With a grimace, Lola went to leave the kitchen. She made for her sister as Angel had just dropped to the bottom of the stairs. "Careful," Lola whispered, "She's blending carrots again."

"Where's Jenny?" Hermione questioned Charlie as he walked into their shared bathroom.

"Down in the garage. Reading or writing or playing something."

Hermione stopped brushing her teeth and turned to gaze at her husband. "You don't have a clue, do you?"

"Nope."

"And do you care what you're twenty year old daughter is doing?"

"Nope. I'm more worried about what the fifteen year old one is doing."

"Hmm."

Bianca had been difficult recently. She seemed desperate to break away from the family, and idolised her cousin Angel for leaving Little Marling for London. Jenny, on the other hand, was only just looking for her own place. She'd moved down into the garage a few years back, and now it seemed as if a separate house was strangely attached to the back of Number Two. Bianca was always pushing her luck as well, pleading for her boundaries to be removed. But with Bianca, if you gave an inch she'd take a mile – it just didn't add up to Hermione. She put it down to growing up, but Jenny had never been like this.

"That's because I had to be mature, I had a baby sister to look after." Jenny would always say. She was forever protecting Bianca, which was another reason Charlie was looking forward to Jenny moving. It wasn't fair for Bianca to always rely on her sister and never take the consequences.

"I think we should make her get a haircut." Charlie grinned at himself in the mirror.

"Nothing wrong with having big hair, Charlie." Hermione blushed.

"Y'know the reason I feel in love with you in the first place was your big hair."

"Really?"

"I had a strange obsession to comb my fingers through it."

"That's not very nice."

"Oh no, I always imagined it felt nice," Charlie patted her on the head, "And what do you know? It does!"

They giggled for a minute or two, wrapped around each other in the middle of their bathroom. The house was silent – Bianca was obviously still asleep and Jenny nowhere close to their living quarters.

"You know, this would be a great time to-"

"Haven't you got work, Charlie?"

"Well yes. So have you."

"Exactly." Hermione untangled herself and began to walk away.

"Hold on," He grabbed her back into his arms, pushing her against the wall, "Your first assignment is to work on your husband."

Hermione giggled again.

"What's for breakfast babe?" Tonks smiled sleepily as she sidled up to Remus at their kitchen counter.

"Eggs and bacon." He turned his head over his shoulder and gave her a quick, good-morning kiss.

"Beautiful."

At this point, a thud vibrated through the floor. The couple turned to their kitchen doorway to see their eldest son Ethan leaning against the door frame. His shaggy hair was still wet from a shower, but he still looked half-asleep.

"Morning kiddo." Remus welcomed him inside the room.

"Hey dad," Ethan yawned. It had been a tiring week for him. Despite Ethan's condition, he had managed to secure an apprenticeship down at Little Marling's local pub. Unfortunately, this meant he had to work long nights. "Luka's in the shower. Be down in a bit."

"You going out today son?"

Ethan nodded through another yawn, "Yeah, told Luka I'd take him down to the lake to fish for a bit. Haven't seen him a lot lately, y'know."

Tonks sat herself down at the breakfast table, "That's good of you dear."

Remus smirked. A house to themselves for a couple of hours – how on earth could they refuse?

Clover stood nervously at the corner of the main square. She'd taken her own advice and gone simple; brown lace up shoes with an inch or so heel, a deep plum puffball skirt, a brown and purple chequered shirt and thick brown tights (plain – her mother always said patterned were for girls who needed to dress up to be pretty). A bit of mascara, and she was ready. Ready, and extremely lucky, she thought.

Clover Finnegan was meeting her boyfriend. Cassius Malfoy-Potter was a prime catch - an intelligent, good-looking guy around her own age and willing to be seen with her. Plain old Clover. Stupid little Clover.

Fat Miss Finnegan.

Underneath her short, cream body warmer, Clover pinched the side of her hip. She could still pull skin away from her body. God, she thought, why fat? Of everything, why fat? But that had to wait for now, because from around the corner Cass appeared, and he placed his arms around her in greeting.

Please don't let him feel the fat.

"Something wrong babe?"

Please don't let him think I'm fat.

"No, I'm fine. So, where are we off to today?"

Cass smiled. For a moment, he thought he felt her tense up. She'd breathed deeply – so deeply he could have wrapped his arms around her twice, if it were possible to do that.

"I don't mind. We'll do whatever you want to do, Clo."