Heya,

I know nothing much happened in the last chapter, but I think it was important for everyone to catch up with how the characters had got on since Coming Home to More Than Love. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Same as usual, I'm afraid.

January 3rd, 2009

Harry stared down the offending cake and groaned. It was five am, way too early to be bothered about cake decorating, and Lexi's surprise birthday party was already turning out to be a risk. To Draco's utter amazement, Harry had forbidden him from buying Lexi a new broomstick. Harry did have a point; every broom placed in Lexi's hands was destroyed pretty soon after. The child was a trouble magnet, so Draco had to think outside the forbidden box.

And that was how a wrapped birthday present, looking mysterious like a muggle bike, had ended up in the Malfoy-Potter's garage.

Now, on the day of the big party, Harry was faced with the options of icing a cake, decorating the garden, making breakfast as usual. . . the list seemed endless. The one thing that Harry had been forbidden to do was cancel the whole thing, something he really wanted to do. Lexi had behaved himself well the past few weeks, but after the joys of Christmas he had realised it would soon be that time of year again when the whole day was about him. Since then, Lexi had decided that it was well within his right to eat extra desert, or to go to bed an hour after he should have gone.

Harry flicked the radio on. Fuck it, he'd play it loud. Draco was the one who had planned the party, but Harry had been the one to organise it. Once he'd set the frequency right, Johnny's brazen voice beamed through the speakers.

"Good morning listeners, and a special birthday good morning to Mister Alexander Malfoy-Potter –"

Did he honestly think Lexi would be awake at five am?

"You're going to hear me say that a lot this morning listeners, because today is my good friends eleventh birthday. You know what that means? Hogwarts letter soon! Here's a talking point – who remembers the exact moment they got their letter? I do, I was in the bath, singing away to The Shirelles and Will You Love Me Tomorrow. While you're giving me a call to tell me about your letters, I'm gonna relive that moment...."

Harry hummed the well-known song, and a few bars into a set of arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Morning Draco."

Draco tucked his head into the crook of Harry's neck, and gave him a sweet kiss on his collarbone. They stood for a while, just breathing in the scent of each other. Draco reached his hand out from Harry's hip and turned the radio down low. Harry turned in his arms to question him, but was met with a pair of soft lips. They kissed for a moment – slowly, sweetly. Harry's arms gently moved to Draco's shoulders. Draco pulled him tighter. The kiss became more searching than before, desperate and urgent.

Backed against the kitchen counter, their legs intertwined, Harry instantly knew where he was trying to lead this.

"We . . . can't . . ." Harry managed to pant out as Draco attacked his neck again.

"We . . . are . . . anyway."

The conversation died suddenly. As Harry was pushed back onto the countertop, and Draco moved himself into position, random thoughts ran through Harry's head over and over.

I should get up this early every morning.

How does he know the right spots, every time?

Thank Merlin the blinds are closed. . .

Draco was quickly buried deep inside his husband, groaning into his lips as he did. Still for a moment, two hearts beat as one in the silence of the kitchen. Somewhere far, far away the radio was playing a new tune, but Harry didn't, couldn't, recognise it. He tried, focusing desperately, but then Draco moved.

And everything else faded into a blurry mess.

Draco brought him sharply back to reality with a sharp nip one his pulse point.

"Urgh – Dray. . ." Harry purred as Draco blew on the tender spot.

Harry left open-mouthed kisses across Draco's head and face. Merlin, he was in so deep. Draco pressed his body flush against Harry, pushing himself in further and causing delectable friction against Harry's own manhood.

"Oh, Dray, please. . ."

Draco sent his lips to Harry's ear, biting gently and then harshly, eliciting dangerous moans from his husband. Performing wandless magic had always been one of Draco's skills, but now he barely had the energy to turn the radio up without his wand. Harry's legs clenched around Draco's hips, and instinctively he knew he was close. Between them, pre cum soaked the t-shirts they sleet in, and with a throaty howl Harry came, came, came.

Feeling the tug of Harry's climax, Draco felt himself go over the edge and soar. Throughout it, Harry kept on thrusting, leaving lingering kisses on Draco's lips and face. They slowed, came to a stop eventually but continued panting heavily and stealing greedy kisses from each other.

Harry was the first to regain voice control, "I needed that."

Draco chuckled against Harry's lips. "And you said I was the screamer."

As eleven o'clock struck, Johnny arrived home. Lola was the only one inside, sitting drinking an expresso in their brightly coloured kitchen.

"Hey," She murmured, as he strode into the room and dumped a satchel onto the kitchen table.

"Hey," Johnny replied, pausing before turning the kettle on again, "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Oh right, and I'm a crappy DJ." Johnny smirked, but Lola's smile was still distant, "Where is everybody anyway?"

"Lexi's birthday party. He rang and said thanks for the constant mentions by the way, but you weren't in."

Johnny smiled. Every quarter of an hour, he'd mentioned Lexi's birthday to his listeners. The station would probably be getting howlers tomorrow. "He's a good kid."

"Yeah."

The kettle whistled, and it filled the silence of the house. With Luna as their mother, it was never usually this quiet. Normally, her father's old associates would pop round – bringing with them unusual surprises. Sometimes a story you could swear blind was a lie, but listened to anyway, but other times weird things; Lola had once been given a dung beetle, though the stranger who had presented the gift claimed it was a trapped Indian prince.

And to think they were related to that sort of thinking.

Lola cocked her head to one side, "So David Fuller mentioned us today in the New Music File."

"Yeah I know. I interviewed him, remember."

She gave a short laugh, "That's quite good though. We could be big."

"Yeah. My sister – the superstar."

Lola pondered that thought. "Do I really want that though? I dunno Johnny."

Sitting down, Johnny took a long look at his sister. She seemed paler, quieter than normal – very unlike Lola. She'd been fine yesterday.

"What's up?" He repeated.

"I just . . . I'm a bit confused. I'm eighteen years old, left school with good grades and have great friends but I just, well, I've got no direction."

"You don't know what to do with yourself, that it?"

"In a nutshell."

"So? You're only eighteen."

"And at the prime time of life. I want to use it to do something useful."

Lola sighed heavily. He probably wouldn't get it. Johnny was always the lucky one – his job evidence enough. How many people get to talk for hours on end about the most random things and then get paid for it? The truth was, almost everyone her age had moved out, got a job and made that transition into the real world. Angel had done it years ago, even Johnny was slowly changing from a boy to a man. Lola was letting herself get behind.

"What are you passionate about?" Johnny questioned, getting up and pouring himself a coffee.

"I don't know."

"Sure you do. You love to sing, right?"

"Yeah."

"So when you're backstage at a gig, what do you get excited about?"

Inside her mind, Lola found herself thinking 'Not the singing part'. It was true. With her voice, everyone expect a music degree or something, but it just didn't excite her anymore. She'd been doing it so long; the novelty of having people engrossed by your songs had simmered down to a low heat in her face every time she was on stage. So why carry on doing it? What made her feel so good that she kept on entertaining?

"I love the costumes."

Johnny grinned, swigging at the burning coffee. "Not another fashion expert."

"Oh no, I could never do what Angel's doing." She gushed.

"Why not?"

"I'm not creative enough in that way. I can sing, but I don't write the songs, y'know?"

"So what else can you do with costumes?"

Lola hesitated, "Wear them?"

"Smartass. You could act; theatre is big these days, or model or sell them or become a mannequin dresser – I dunno, work at it." Johnny gave another devilish grin, before swaggering out of the kitchen, "Come on, we got a party to get to!"

As usual, the Malfoy-Potter's house was crowded to the maximum. At every turn, adults and children and those in the years in between packed the hallways and bustled around the garden. Lexi, dressed in his very best jeans and shirt, wandered around to welcome his guests. From the seating area at the back of the garden, Draco and Harry watched him with proud eyes.

"He is such a good mix of the two of us," Harry beamed, as Lexi finished hugging a disgusted Caitlin.

"Yeah, the others are very one sided in looks and personality." Draco confirmed.

"Can you believe our baby is eleven? I feel old."

Draco chuckled, "Now don't you start. You're only forty, and as gorgeous as the day I first met you."

Harry blushed, answering him in a shy voice, "Flattery will get you everywhere, mister."

Draco turned his head towards Harry can stole a short kiss. He cocked an eyebrow, "Flattery did get me everywhere this morning."

They were joined by their old friends as they laughed, and soon the eldest children had joined the adult circle.

"Before we do presents," Ethan Lupin interrupted the chatter, "Jenny and I have something we'd like to tell you all."

Silence ensued. Hermione and Charlie spared a glance at each other. He leant forward so that she could whisper hurriedly to him, but met no comfort; "I don't think she's pregnant . . ."

Ethan smiled, and pulled Jenny into him. Remus and Tonks looked just as shocked as everyone else, which surprised Harry because he knew how tight their relationship was.

"Well, Jenny and I have been together for some time now and we've decided," Jenny looked up and gave a small, shy smile as Ethan continued, "To move in together."

"Hear, hear." Draco banged his glass on the picnic table. Congratulations flowed from everyone, especially Charlie. Once he had stopped shaking Ethan's hand for the sixth time, Draco threw him a look.

"I thought she was going to be pregnant," Charlie laughed.

"Now, Alexander, we have to tell you we didn't get you the broomstick you wanted." Draco struggled to keep a tight face as his son's unabashed look of horror met his gaze. The whole garden party chuckled at the sight. "But, your father and I have decided to get you something else instead."

Cass carried out the parcel from the garage and placed it in front of Lexi, who was mentally undressing the present.

"Go on then, son." A gruff voice cheered from the crowd, and several people laughed at Seamus Finnegan's outburst.

Lexi tore open the paper as fast as he could, sending scraps flying. He worked against the sticky tape furiously, until a gleaming green and silver bike stood proudly on the lawn. There were cheers and 'Happy Birthday's exchanged, as Lexi and some of his friends raced out to test his present on the quiet road at the front of the house.

"Do you think he likes it?" Harry asked Draco as the adult conversations began to filter back in.

"Likes it? You honestly think we'll be able to get him to bed tonight?"

They smirked at each other with genuine mirth then began to weave their way into their crowds of friends. Harry hesitated, and leant forward to breathe into Draco's ear, "It won't be so hard to get me into bed tonight."

He pulled another smirk at Draco and then threaded himself through the crowd. Draco smiled to himself, chuckling "Don't tempt me, baby."