I am soooooooooooooo sorry! I cannot believe I left ya'll hanging for three months. I should be tied to the stake and burned. It was soooo not my intention to take this long to update. I for one know how much I hate late updates. Geeze I'm such a jerk.

Also, I realized that I made a whole lot of time mistakes so I've created this wonderful timeline that shows years and ages when certain things happened. This should hopefully clear up any confusion on some things some people may have spotted. Thanks to all those who pointed my mistakes out. I really appreciated it!

Lily Naruse Evans – born in 1960

Lily (4) – adopted by the Evans – Petunia (6) – 1964

Lily (10) – Kyoko is born – 1970

Lily (20) – Kyoko (10) – Harry is born – July 31, 1980 – Draco born June 5th

Lily (21) – Kyoko (11) – Voldemort kills the Potters – October 31, 1981

Harry (6) – Kyoko (16) – Tohru is born – August 26, 1986

Harry (9) – Tohru (3) – Kyoko (19) – Katsuya dies of pneumonia – 1989

Harry (11) – Tohru (5) – Harry gets Hogwarts letter – 1991 – Tohru gets lost

Harry (17) – Tohru (11) – War ends – May 2nd, 1998 – Teddy born April 10th

Harry (19 – 20) – Tohru (13 – 14) – Twins conceived and birthed Nov. 19, 2000

Harry (22) – Tohru (16) – comes to Japan in search of relatives – March 28, 2003

Tohru gets kidnapped – May 13, 2003

Disclaimer: You know the drill. So depressing.

Warning: slash, yaoi, boy/boy, Mpreg and such. Don't like don't read. Real simple. Also, Draco/Harry and all other canons.

Chapter 7: Home is Where the Heart Lies

Kisa watched worriedly as Harry paced back and forth in front of her. She could practically fell the nervous energy flowing off of him in waves. The man, Draco, was watching Harry with a blank expression when he suddenly snapped.

"For Salazar's sake Potter, would you quit your pacing? You're making me dizzy."

Harry paused, but only so he could throw Draco a dirty look.

"And what would you rather I do, huh, Malfoy," Harry demanded before he continued his pacing.

"For the love of . . ." Draco growled under his breath. "Potter, you will desist at once or I will make you."

Harry shot the blonde another glare but did not stop pacing. Kisa drew back in her chair. She could now feel the tension that was filling the room and she was sure the others could as well, for they were now watching the two anxiously.

Draco stood suddenly and his hand retreated to his pocket, however Harry reacted faster.

Before anyone could so much as blink, Harry had his wand drawn and was pointing it in Draco's face.

"Don't even try it."

Draco sneered at Harry but didn't try to reach for his wand again.

Harry growled lowly before swiftly turning away, dropping his wand arm as he did.

"Alright then," he suddenly shouted, his voice sounding unnecessarily loud in the deafening silence. He threw his hands up and turned back around to look Draco in the face. "What would you rather have me do, huh? What should I do then Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes and seemed to think Harry overall behavior to be slightly demeaning.

"Honestly Potter, you're not even thinking," he drawled and Kisa never thought anyone could sound so insulting by saying something so . . . helpful? Well she thought he was trying to be helpful, she couldn't really tell.

"These are Death Eaters," Draco continued to say in a neutral tone. "I'm sure you remember what they're like. So they probably won't even kill her. Their goal is obviously to try and get to you." While he spoke, Draco looked Harry straight in the eyes. Now he looked down at his nails and said the next part in an uncaring voice. "They'll probably just try and torture some information on you out of her. Not that she's likely to have any, and at least she won't end up like your parents anytime soon."

There was a long beat of silence in which everyone stared at Draco in shock. And then Harry let out a loud cry of rage and jumped at him.

It happened so quickly that no one could react.

Draco stumbled back and fell onto the table before rolling onto the floor, Harry on top of him – trying to cause as much damage as possible.

It took both Kyo and Yuki to pull the enraged man off of the blonde, and by then Draco was sporting a bloody nose and a slowly bruising jaw – Kisa could see the purpling on his pale skin, like a dark stain on a white sheet.

Harry was screaming obscenities and struggling against Kyo and Yuki's hold – both of whom had to exert extreme strength to keep him in place.

It was Luna who managed to calm him.

She stepped in front of Harry's view of Draco, placed both hands on his face and quite sharply said, "Harrison stop this at once."

Harry stared blankly at her for a long moment before he slumped down in defeat.

Yuki and Kyo released him and Harry slumped down to the floor, his face buried in his knees. From the slight shaking of his shoulder, Kisa assumed he was crying.

Luna then whirled on Draco, who was still lying on his back, looking rather alarmed at his sudden attack. The woman took one look at him, shook her head sadly, and said in a voice of immense disappointment, "I thought you were smarter than this."

Draco focused on her, looking outraged.

He sputtered but no words came out of his mouth. Kisa, however, could see the question in his eyes, clearly asking 'What did I do?'

Luna seemed to see it also, because she went on.

"I'd have thought you would know better what things you can and can't say to Harrison. After all, you've been saying all the wrong things for years. But to think that now, during something like this, that you'd be so callous . . ." Luna shook her head in disgust. "Let me ask you this, Malfoy," Draco flinched at the sound of his family's name leaving Luna's mouth like a whip. "Did you really think Harrison's love for you gave you immunity? Did you even think for one moment, that this situation might be causing him more harm than even the wars did? Did you even think?"

Draco didn't even try to answer the questions, and Luna didn't wait for him to. She turned around, picked Harry up – much to everyone's surprise – and cradled him in her arms like he was some kind of small child.

Then she left the room in a silence more stifling than the first.

It wasn't long before Harry came back – Luna trailing calmly behind him.

His eyes were red, but his face was harder than before. Kisa had never seen such an intense look on someone before, a look that screamed power and the means to wield it.

"I've figured out a plan now," he immediately said, and his voice was just as hard as his expression. He looked around the room to see every eye on him before he continued on. "I can't leave any of you here, there's no telling who they'll try to take hostage next. And Malfoy's right, they won't kill Tohru, not if they're trying to lure me out."

"Why you," Hiro was the first to ask the question.

Harry looked at him for such a long time, that Kisa actually saw Hiro squirm.

"Because of the position I had in the war." Was the answer that left Harry's lips, but it didn't really help to clear anything up.

"Look," Harry then said, cutting across Yuki before he could even form the question Kisa knew was burning on his tongue – it certainly was burning on hers. "It's a really long story and now is not the time." When no one else tried to say anything Harry continued on. "So here's the plan. First, we can't stay here. It's not safe, we have no protection, and I don't even know where the nearest Wizarding area is."

"So where do you suggest we go," Haru questioned his voice sounding – surprisingly – more deadened than ever before.

"London, obviously, at least there I know what to expect, who I can trust, and so on," Harry informed them. "And we need to go now. The Death Eaters obviously know where I am, or at least the general location. How they know that, I'm not sure."

"It's an old dark spell," Draco spoke up softly from where he was sitting on the couch. When Harry focused his intense gaze on the blonde, he went on. "What it does is creates a list of all living members of a certain person's family. It also tells their current location and status. Some Death Eater created it during the first war. I think the Dark Lord wanted to use it so that he could flush out your mother by killing off her family."

A look of rage flashed across Harry's face at this tidbit of information, and for a moment his eyes seemed to blaze with fire. Kisa saw his jaw clench, as did his fist, and for a moment he seemed beyond words. It took Kisa only a minute to realize that, with this spell, not only could they track Tohru, but they could also track Harry's kids.

"Okay, so we need to clear out now, how exactly are we going to do that? There's probably not even a plane scheduled to leave for London today," Hatori informed them, pointing out a somewhat crucial piece of information.

As one, Luna and Draco turned to look at him and asked, simultaneously, "A what?"

Hatori blinked, looking perplexed and quite suddenly Harry burst into laughter. Everyone stared at him quizzically and after a moment he managed to catch his breath so that he could explain.

"Guys, a plane is that metal machine Muggles fly in to get across seas."

Realization crossed both of the blondes' faces.

"You mean that Muggle contraption that's always falling out of the sky? Why on Earth would we get on that death trap?"

Kisa giggled a little at that, although she had to wonder how the man got to Japan if he didn't fly. Maybe he did that Trans-continental Apparition thing Harry had done to get them to Diagon Alley.

"Well how else are we going to get to London," Akito demanded, slightly put out. She crossed her arms over her chest and settled her face into a patient mask. Draco stared back at her for a long time, as if trying to decide if he should be insulted or not. Finally, he shrugged as if it didn't matter if he was.

"We'll have to Floo of course."

There was a long beat of silence in which all of the Sohma's stared at Draco with a quizzical expression. Not even Kisa knew what that was, although she did remember Harry saying something about that the day he took them to London.

"Malfoy," Harry finally spoke up on a sigh. "They're Muggle-born. I doubt they'd know what Flooing was."

"Well, excuse me. I thought seeing as you were living with them you'd take care to inform them all about the world you strove so hard to save," Draco spoke up superiorly.

A muscle jumped in Harry's jaw but he made no ill move toward Draco. Instead, he turned to address the more level headed member of the pair.

"Did you guys Floo here," he asked her. Luna nodded her head slowly. "Whose Floo did you use?"

"The Japanese Ministry's of course. But I don't supposed you'd want to walk into the Ministry now of all times," she replied mildly. Kisa took the stony expression on Harry's face to be a solid no. "Didn't think so. I suppose we'll have to use a Portkey."

"I thought those were illegal," Kureno cut in. Luna turned and fixed her prominent eyes on him. "That's what Potter-san's friend, Cho-san, said."

"Cho Chang," Draco reiterated. "What on Earth is she doing here?"

"Portkeys are in fact legal," Luna spoke over him, not allowing anyone to give him any kind of acknowledgement. "But that's only if you report them to the Ministry, which we aren't planning to do." A sort of fearful expression crossed most of their faces. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. Just about everyone creates an illegal Portkey every now and again."

"It's like how streaming songs off the internet is illegal but everyone does it," Harry added to further appease them.

"And this Portkey thing can get us safely to London," Rin asked, sounding skeptical. Kisa saw her throw a covert glance at Haru and could help but wonder about it. The look on Hiro's face said there was something there.

"Yup, so if everyone's ready we can get going," Harry told them as he bent down and picked up a cushion off the couch. He tapped it with his wand and muttered, "Portus."

The pillow shook a bit and glowed a bright blue before becoming inanimate yet again.

"Wait, wait, we're leaving right now, right now," Kyo shouted in alarm, his eyes unnaturally wide. Draco shot him an annoyed look before he slipped out of the room to retrieve his children – Luna followed after him to help.

"Of course we're leaving right now. It doesn't take very long to cast a tracking spell and we aren't exactly protected out here."

"But you still haven't explained anything!"

Harry rolled his eyes and glared at the teen.

"We can do that later, now stop arguing and grab onto a part of this," he snapped and held out the pillow. Looking only slightly confused, Kisa stepped forward and touched her hand to the plush object. "You only need to have at least a finger on it."

"And lets all try not to puke while we're traveling," Draco spoke up as he walked into the room. He had both twins resting peacefully in his arms but when he reached them he handed Luke over to Harry. Luna came up, holding tightly to Teddy, and place one finger on the pillow.

"Everyone touching a bit of it," Harry asked, looking around until he got all nods. "Good." He then placed the tip of his finger onto the pillow before muttering another, "Portus."

Kisa felt as if someone had gotten a hook and hooked it around her bellybutton before yanking her forward. She was then suspended in the air, spinning around and around, her finger glued to the pillow. Kyo was swearing loudly somewhere to her right and Yuki was yelling at him. Hiro had his eyes shut tightly and Akito looked to be praying. Ayame and Shigure were the only ones who appeared to be having the time of their lives.

Then Kisa was landing painfully on top of a bush. As far as she could see, Harry, Luna, Draco, and surprisingly Kyo, were the only ones who actually landed on their feet. Everyone else was spread out on the ground.

Kisa stood up slowly, her vision still spinning; she shook her head to clear it, and caught a glimpse of some grey building and maybe a house before her eyes landed on Harry.

He had Luke cradled against his chest with one hand – the sleeping boy's head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck – and his other hand was placed on his hip. The baby, actually none of the kids, had awoken which Kisa found was slightly surprising. They must have been either completely knocked out or so used to that form of traveling that it no longer mattered to them.

Kisa then noticed that Harry was grinning brightly, his eyes glinting in humor.

"Alright guys," he chirped brightly.

"Welcome to London!"

Yuki felt distinctly out of sorts and he was a little bit miffed at Harry – really, he could have warned someone about that dizzying travel method. Also, he was irritated.

They could not possibly be in London.

London was not supposed to have some many trees or quaint little cottages. London was supposed to be filled with towering grey buildings and busy roads.

So where the hell were they?

"It's just a little bit up ahead," Harry called back to them from where he was walking at the front of the group.

Yuki was finding his cheerful disposition to be most irritating of all – although if he was this calm that probably meant Tohru wasn't in any serious danger . . . right?

Yuki cast a look at Kyo, who was surprisingly walking at his side.

Their relationship now was rocky at best, but Yuki had a feeling that he had actually managed to knock some sense into the stubborn cat this time.

"Where exactly are we going," Hiro demanded, jolting Yuki out of his wandering thoughts.

Yuki turned to look at the wizard but Harry didn't even bother to acknowledge Hiro's question . . . that is until it was repeated by his little girl – who had woken sometime during their walk.

"We're going to see your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron."

"There is no way that they are related to the Weasels," Draco immediately objected.

Harry gave a sort of tired sigh and said, "Yes, but Ron and Hermione are my family."

Draco opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Luna jabbed him hard in the ribs and shook her head – and so he fell back into a sulky silence.

The rest of the walk was spent mostly like that, everyone's mind too occupied with other things to really focus on keeping up a conversation. Yuki took to watching Harry and wondering who he really was.

It was a long time before anything really changed. Lily – who had insisted on walking the whole way if everyone else was doing the same – let out a tiny whimper, wobbled a little then pressed herself up against Harry's leg. Harry reached down a lifted her into his arms, but Yuki noticed that he also shuddered a little.

And when Yuki passed over the same place, he felt as if his whole body had been drenched in water. Yuki blinked and looked around discretely, but saw nothing out of the norm.

"Alright guys, we're here," Harry announced and Yuki looked forward to see a large cottage rise up out of the ground. Large bay windows, gleaming brown bricks, and whitewashed walls; it was a handsome monument to the drab London background.

Yuki saw a whole bunch of shadow people moving behind the shades of the windows, and muffled laughter rang out from the house.

"Um . . . what's today's date," Harry asked suddenly nervous.

"Saturday, July 23rd," Hatori answered automatically.

Harry swore softly under his breath and dropped Lily back to the ground as he approached the door.

"Alright, I'm gonna need all of you to take three large steps back from me," he instructed them. Everyone looked at him in confusion but did as he told them when he made an impatient gesture.

Then he turned to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed the doorbell.

Time seemed to freeze and all the people gathered in the house grew silent. Someone asked a question and then there were the sound of footsteps, then locks clicking open, and then the door itself was opening.

Yuki got the image of a red-haired, freckled face man, before a loud feminine scream broke through the silence.

"HARRY," the voice cried and then someone threw themselves at Harry.

Harry stumbled back a step before he managed to right himself. And then there were more voices screaming out Harry's name and a swarm of red-headed people flowed out of the house and surrounded him.

Yuki had to take a few more steps back to avoid them all.

"Blimey mate," the man that had answered the door was saying as he patted Harry hard on the back. "Where the hell have you been hiding?"

Harry grinned sheepishly and allowed everyone to coddle him and bombard him with questions and accusations.

Draco then coughed and all attention turned to him.

There was several expression of shock on the red-haired peoples face as they took him in.

"I do believe we should all go inside. As you can see, this is not purely a social visit," he drawled out and waved the hand that he wasn't using to hold the sleeping Luke at the group gathered behind him.

"Yeah, that's right. I've got a bit of a problem that I need your help with," Harry added, and as he said this, the two closest to him – the red-haired man that had answered the door and a bushy-haired woman – shared a look.

"When don't you have a bit of a problem," someone in the red crowd asked with a snort.

Harry glared in their direction.

"Well, there's no point in standing out here, come on in," the bushy-haired girl said and ushered them all inside.

If there was one thing Harry absolutely loved, it was Ron and Hermione's home.

It had the feel of a professor's office but it was still homey and warm, kind of like Gryffindor tower. And, as he was pushed with the Weasley family into the large living room, Harry couldn't help but marvel at it all.

It had been a long time since he had last stepped foot into this home. He wondered if he still had his own room here.

"Alright, so what's this all about," Hermione demanded once everyone was seated on the many couches. She looked around at the odd bunch that Harry had brought with him, her face openly curious.

"And where have you been," Molly demanded heatedly.

"Yeah," George jumped in. "How could you be so heartless as to leave your loving fa —"

"George, this is hardly the time for your jokes," Molly scolded him.

"Yes, but surely mother you feel the same way. Oh woe is me, how mine own brother —"

"You will cease with this foolishness at once," Akito suddenly snapped out, and the room grew deathly silent as all eyes turned onto her.

Harry frowned.

"Akito, you can't go around ordering people who —"

"I don't want to hear it Harrison," Akito cut across him. "I have put up with this silliness long enough. I demand that you tell me right now what is going on so we can get Tohru back safely and then I want to go back to my estate to make sure nothing has fallen out without my presence there."

"But —"

"No buts! I find this country tiring, this heat is making me ill, and all of you are getting on my nerves. So you will solve this problem now and I'll be on my way."

More silence followed after Akito's words and now all the Weasleys were staring at her, completely perplexed.

Finally, Ron broke the silence.

"And I thought Malfoy was a git."

Akito bristled at the comment but Hatori was quick to sooth her.

Harry sighed and dropped his head into his hands.

"Um . . . Harry, what exactly is going on," Hermione questioned him timidly.

Harry sighed once more and looked up to see all eyes on him. He groaned a little before answering the question in a weary voice.

"Supposedly, Fenir Greyback has kidnapped the only living member of my family that I truly like in an effort to lure me to him. Or at least that's Malfoy's explanation."

There were a collection of sighs, groans, and "Only you Harry" as all the Weasleys took on grim expression, except for Hermione. She was looking at Harry searchingly and Harry knew what she was thinking.

"Tohru's a blood relative from my mother's side. Supposedly my mum was adopted and happens to be half-Japanese."

"Blimey," Ron muttered, looking thoroughly shocked.

"Alright then, so who's this lot, then," Bill asked, waving a hand at the group sitting uncomfortably before them.

"They're the Sohmas. They kind of took Tohru in like you guys did for me."

"Oh, the poor dear's an orphan, too," Molly asked in a sympathetic voice.

"Must run in the family," George muttered tactlessly when Harry nodded in the affirmative.

Molly shot him a disapproving look.

Harry chose to ignore the comment.

He went about the process of introducing the Weasleys to the Sohmas and vice versa, and then he sank down into the couch, pulling a drowsy Lily into his lap and allowing her to curl up against him.

"So what's the plan," Ron asked him in a sort of resigned tone.

"Nothing for any of you," Harry responded immediately. "I'm gonna go out there and track Greyback and anyone he's working with down. Then I'm going to hand him over to the Ministry; that is if he doesn't force me to kill him. All I really want you guys to do is look after them for me."

"Harry, you can't honestly expect any of us to approve of this plan," Hermione immediately objected when he was done talking. Her face was creased in a familiar expression Harry knew to be stubbornness.

"No, but I hope you would."

"You've obviously gone round the bend if you think that," Ron interjected.

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes from behind his glasses.

"Guys, please don't do this now," he begged of them. "You've already done your share in all of this —"

"And so have you," Hermione pointed out shrilly.

"— and I don't want to lose anymore of you," Harry continued as if Hermione had not said anything.

He looked around at them beseechingly, his face contorted into a mask of pain that made them wince looking at it.

"Please, just stay out of this one. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to any of you." He looked around the room slowly as he said this, saving Malfoy for last.

"Harry, you know none of that was your fault. What happened to Fr— what happened was not your fault," Hermione tried to tell him, but he didn't believe her. After a long moment she gave in.

"Fine, just . . . just don't do anything stupid or reckless."

Harry shot her a cheeky grin, although his eyes still looked haunted.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Draco stood in the doorway of Harry's room, watching as the man who mothered his children tucked them into bed.

He would be the first to admit that if anyone had told him four years ago that he would one day have two beautiful children and be in love with the one and only Boy-Who-Lived, he would have cursed them and laughed in their face.

As it was, here he was, standing in the house of his enemy, staring at a man who had managed to capture his heart.

"I supposed we should have that long overdue talk now, huh?"

Harry's low tenor washed over him and surprised Draco a little.

Harry had not once turned to look toward the door, and so Draco had assumed he had not known he was there.

"Yes, I suppose we should," Draco responded after a moment.

He pushed himself off of the door frame and entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Harry heaved a sigh and turned around to face Draco, his green eyes were wary.

"Well," he demanded silently when an awkward silence had swept over them.

"Why didn't you tell me," Draco asked and despite his best wished he knew the hurt he was feeling had appeared on his face because Harry's own eyes reflected that hurt. After a moment of staring, Harry looked away – adverted his eyes to his feet.

"Why didn't you tell me about the twins," Draco asked again.

Harry moved his hands and began to play with them as if wishing for a distraction. After a short moment he sighed.

"Because . . . because I felt like you didn't want me," he finally replied in a heavy voice. "I . . . I didn't want to push them on you. I didn't want you to feel responsible or like you had to be with them . . . with me."

Draco was startled by the confession and the stark feeling in Harry voice. It made him feel guilty, very guilty. Harry looked up suddenly, his eyes blazing with so many emotions that Draco actually stepped back.

"You have to understand," Harry told the blonde, his voice pleading. "I . . . I woke up the next morning and I was so scared and confused. I never planned for that to happen and . . . and I was afraid of how you'd react to me once you woke up. I . . . I . . . I was so scared that I just bolted. I didn't even know at first, couldn't have imagined. . . . When I found out," – Harry shook his head ruefully, his eyes slightly distant as if he were living that day again – "well, can you imagine my reaction?"

"You," Draco started to say but his throat had closed up and nothing came out. His heart was clenched painfully as if punishing him for upsetting the man he loved. Swallowing thickly, Draco tried again, in a softer voice so that he may spare Harry's feelings.

"You could have still given them to me . . . when you left."

Harry gave him a look full of sarcastic skepticism.

"I would have understood. Yes, I would have been shocked, and I probably wouldn't have let you leave at all, but you could have at least tried."

Harry shook his head softly and there were tears glistening in his eyes.

"I . . . I didn't think about that. I just acted."

Unnecessary rage washed over Draco, mingling with his hurt.

Of course Harry hadn't thought about it.

He never thought things through; he just rushed into everything headfirst.

"Were you ever going to tell me," Draco question but it came out like an angry demand.

Harry flinched back and bit down on his bottom like in a show of nervousness that Draco had never knew he had.

"I was," he finally admitted, his voice even softer than before.

"I sense a 'but' here," Draco stated rather coolly, and his traitorous heart beat painfully in his chest as if berating him. Draco ignored it, he actually had a reason for being mad at Harry and he would not allow his own heart to punish him for showing it.

"But . . . I was going to wait for a while."

"'Wait for a while,'" Draco repeated in a scathing voice. "And how long would that have been? When they were seven and had no idea I existed? When they were eleven and started Hogwarts? When they were seventeen and wanted to know why the hell their own father wasn't around for them? When Potter, when?"

Harry flinched back and dropped his head.

His shoulders were shaking and Draco could hear a very quiet sniff, sniff.

Draco deflated immediately and his face crumpled into one of contempt, which was aimed inwardly. He felt appalled at himself for making Harry cry. How could he been so insensitive. Of course Harry would be the one most hurt by all of this, he was the mother in the relationship. He had had to carry the twins for who knew how long – all by himself, left alone with his insecurities.

"Harry," Draco whispered, moving closer toward the younger man.

His name on the blonde's lips seemed to make the Savior aware of the situation and he began wiping furiously at his eyes, muttering, "Sorry," over and over again.

"Sh, listen, Harry, its okay— no stop!" Draco had grabbed at Harry's arms to pull him close, but Harry pulled back, still not looking at him.

"Come now, look at me."

Draco let go of one of Harry's hands and grabbed at his chin, turning his face forcefully so that he had to look Draco in the eyes.

"Harry's its okay, I don't blame you— no listen! I don't blame you for reacting the way you did. I'm sorry I got mad at you."

"You should be mad at me," Harry mumbled, but he was no longer trying to pull away from Draco. "You should be. I had no right to keep them away from you."

Draco sighed in exasperation and gave up.

There was no use reasoning with Harry over something like this.

"Okay, fine, I am mad at you," he spoke quietly, dropping his head to lean it against Harry's. "But I still don't blame you."

Harry gave him a sort of crocked smile.

"You can't have it both ways."

"I'm a Malfoy, I can have whatever I want," Draco scoffed and he received a laugh for his effort – it was a deep husky sound that sent warmth through Draco's body.

Harry closed his eyes and hummed and Draco was content to stay just like that for a long time. This was what he had missed sorely ever since he had woken up that faithful morning to find Harry gone – this closeness and Harry here in his arms.

He smelled like chocolate, Draco realized after a moment – chocolate and mint and electricity. It was an interesting mix. Draco shifted slightly, curling one arm around Harry's waist to pull his body flush against his. Harry didn't protest, although he did let out a small squeak of surprise at the sudden movement. Draco smirked and cupped his other hand behind Harry's neck.

"Harry," he called out to him.

"Hum," Harry hummed, not opening his eyes.

"Look at me."

Surprisingly, Harry followed the command, his dark lashes fluttering as his eyes slowly opened. Those luminous emerald orbs were darker than normal and Harry's breath picked up speed – coming out in small puffs. Draco grinned slowly and Harry's eyes widened ever so slightly . . . and then Draco dipped his head and kissed Harry full on the mouth.

Harry started in shock and his mouth dropped open in surprise, and Draco took advantage of the moment. He plunged his tongue in and started mapping out the hot canvas of Harry's mouth.

It was like bliss.

Draco was pretty sure that if he could spend all of his time just kissing Harry, he would. If they made a candy that was Harry-flavored, he would buy thousands of it, eat them all, and then get thousands more – yet it would never compare to the real thing.

"Dr — Malfoy," Harry gasped when they had to break apart of air. "Wa-wait . . . we . . . we can't . . . stop . . . Malfoy!"

Harry tried to squirm out of Draco's grip while the blonde placed hot openmouthed kisses down his neck.

Harry had just been about to give in, when a knock sounded on the door.

Draco growled lowly and reluctantly pulled away from Harry, watching smugly as the younger man swayed on the spot.

"Harry?"

Granger's voice drifted in through the door.

"Harry, can we talk?"

Draco rolled his eyes and went to open the door, seeing as Harry was still trying to get his senses back.

"Oh, Ha— Malfoy," Granger's eyes narrowed in suspicion and her lips pursed together. "What were you —?"

"You can go on in," Draco cut across her and then slipped to the side and walked toward the room he had been given without a backwards glance.

Harry walked into the kitchen the next morning in a hazy daze.

He was tired, half-asleep, and had been up half the night thinking about Draco Malfoy. The stupid blonde had once again managed to worm his way into Harry's mind and disrupt everything. Harry though he had had everything figured out when it came to Draco, and yet the aristocrat had managed to throw all of that out the window within a few minutes.

Harry groaned and shook his head, ambling toward the cupboards in search of some tea, or maybe something stronger – like coffee. He found the coffee in the cabinet above the sink and set about making it. Then he settled down in the breakfast nook and sipped languishly at the drink. He allowed his mind to wander in the quiet of the kitchen but before long he was tenser than when he had come down.

"Good morning!"

Luna spun into the kitchen in a brilliant blur of bright yellows and loud purples. She grinned winningly at Harry before seating herself in his lap and stealing his coffee.

"Hey," Harry cried in outrage. "I was siphoning my tension off on that."

"You might want to try something else, Harrison," Luna told him in a singsong. "I don't think this was working too much for you. You still look tenser than a Humbledraft."

Harry blinked, wondering vaguely what a Humbledraft was before deciding that he did not want to know. With a sigh he closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the window behind him and listened to Luna hum softly.

"What's wrong," Luna finally asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Malfoy," Harry intoned and Luna hummed in understanding. "I just don't know what to do anymore, Lu. Everything's all . . . confusing and . . . and . . ."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I'm a fool."

"Yes, you are," Luna agreed in her oh-so-blunt manner. "You're a right fool."

"Thanks Luna," Harry thanked dryly.

"You're welcome. But I wasn't finished."

Harry cracked open one eye to look at Luna, but all he could really see was the back of her curly blonde hair.

"You may be a fool, but you're a fool with good intentions. What you did was the most idiotic thing anyone could ever do," – Harry winced at Luna's brute honestly but said nothing – "but you did it believing you had everyone's best intentions at heart."

"So . . . I'm a considerate fool," Harry recapitulated, his lip twitching into a smile when Luna nodded. "Luna, have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Luna turned around in his lap at that, and her smile was more blinding that Harry had ever seen it. She leaned into him and rested her forehead against him.

"No, you haven't," she told him, and her breath smelled like the coffee she had nicked from him.

A smile finally made its way onto Harry's lips and he said, "I love you."

"I love you too," Luna said back.

Harry opened his mouth to say more – something along the lines of how he wished Luna had been born his biological sister – but he never got the chance. There was a small interrupting cough and the two turned to find the source.

Ginny Weasley stood in the archway that lead to the kitchen, her hands on her hips and her brown eyes narrowed.

"Good morning," she said in an overly polite tone.

Harry sighed and Luna moved to get out of his lap.

"Good morning, Ginny," the blonde greeted her back just as politely. Luna then sat Harry cup back down – although it was halfway drained now – before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"You know what you have to do," she told him before floating out of the room.

Harry watched her go with an amused expression then turned around to see Ginny sitting across from him.

"So . . . You and Luna seem very . . . close . . ." Ginny commented as nonchalantly as possible. Harry turned away from her probing gaze and smiled fondly back at the arch where Luna had just disappeared.

"Yeah . . . I guess you could say that. . . . I don't know what I would have done without her."

Harry heard Ginny snort and turned to look inquiringly at her.

"Sorry," she apologized but Harry could tell she didn't really mean it. "I just never knew you to go after the weird ones," she then explained.

Realization flashed across Harry's face, but it was lined with irritation.

"Look, Ginny, I really don't think any of this is your business but Luna and I aren't together."

A sort of satisfied look crossed Ginny's face now. She smoothly stood up and came around the breakfast bar so that she could stand behind Harry.

"I didn't say that to irritate you," she commented smoothly and she slid her hands over Harry's shoulders and down his chest. "I was just jealous is all. But I guess it wasn't necessary."

Harry pulled away from Ginny's touch and stood up also to put some distance between them.

"Ginny . . . what exactly are you—"

"It's okay Harry. I get what you're trying to do."

She advanced on him slowly, like a cat stalking a mouse, and Harry back up until she had him trapped against the wall.

"And what exactly am I trying to do?"

Ginny smiled coyly at his question and lifted her hand to play with the collar of Harry's shirt.

"That thing with Luna just now . . . you were trying to make me jealous – weren't you?"

A throaty cough interrupted Harry's reply once again and he looked over at the arch to see Draco standing there, cradling a sleepy Lily to his chest and leading an equally drowsy Teddy and Luke. Harry used the distraction to inch around Ginny and he approached the group.

"Mornin' Daddy," Teddy murmured rubbing sleepily at his eyes.

Harry grinned down at the boy, reaching to ruffle his hair and then swing him up into his arms. Teddy giggled madly and grin splitting his face.

"How are my angels doing this morning?"

Teddy giggled again and Luke simply blinked – and Lily blushed and buried her face into Draco's chest.

"Hungry, that's how they are," Draco spoke in that smooth tone. "They've been asking for you, but if you're busy . . ." He trailed off, sliding his steel-colored eyes from Harry to Ginny and looking innocently curious.

"That's alright," Harry told him, trying to sound extremely nonchalant and not at all like the guilty cheat he felt like.

Turning away from the blonde, Harry went about fixing some food for his kids.

Ginny walked into living room and zeroed in on the two twins sitting in front of the couch, playing around with Ron's Muggle chess set.

Every since she had read about Harry in the Prophet, she had been annoyingly curious about the two, and when he saw Harry and Luna in the kitchen . . .

Ginny moved further into the room and two pair of green eyes turned to look at her simultaneously. Ginny's step faltered at the sight of those eyes – Harry's eyes – before she plastered a sweet smile on her face and approached the twins.

"Hi, I'm your dad's friend, Ginny," she told the two three-year-olds. "You can call me Aunty Ginny if you want."

The girl – Lily probably, it seemed like Harry to give his first daughter his mother's name – turned to look at her brother and he tilted his head a little and she returned with a grin. Ginny was amazed, she hadn't seem a pair of twins interact since Fred died, she had forgotten what it looked like.

"I'm Lily and he's Luke," Lily told her in a sweet voice. "It's nice to meet you."

She looked up at Ginny from under her blonde fringes.

Ginny brought that sweet smile back.

"So, what are you two doing?"

"We're playing chess," Luke spoke in a soft monotone. His face was equally as blank, which Ginny found odd for a toddler.

"Oh," Ginny replied rather awkwardly. She searched around for another subject to bring up before deciding that she really didn't need to use subtlety with two kids. "So, where did you dad meet your mother?"

"He didn't," Luke commented, not looking up from the game he had resumed with his sister. He moved a knight forward and took one of her pawns as Ginny mauled over his answer.

"Oh . . . um, who is she?"

"There is no she," Lily told her this time, also not looking up. She moved her bishop and captured the same knight that had taken her pawn.

Luke frowned and studied the board more carefully.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," Ginny admitted. Luke let out a huff of breath and turned to look at Ginny with annoyed eyes. Ginny winced, remembering the last time eyes that annoyed had landed on her.

That had not been pretty.

"Look, daddy didn't meet any lady and there is no mother for us. If you want to be technical, than daddy is our mother. He's the one that brought us into the world."

"I don't understand," Ginny whispered, mortification sinking in.

She was so stunned she didn't even take in the fact that this child was speaking to her as if she were some incompetent bimbo.

"Daddy gave birth to us, it doesn't get any simpler than that," Lily told her smartly and then smiled smugly when she moved her castle forward and caught Luke's king. "Checkmate."

Luke glared at the board and then at Ginny.

"You made me loose," he accused her.

Ginny blinked down at him.

"Huh?"

Luke snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting cutely.

Lily rolled her eyes before turning to Ginny with a sympathetic expression on her round face.

"I bet you thought Aunty Luna was our mum, what with the blonde hair and all," she said in a soft voice – like one someone would use when offering condolences. "But she's not. Daddy's the mother in the relationship and Draco Malfoy is our father. That's why he's here."

And just like that Ginny felt as if she had been hit with a stunner.

It took several minutes for the information to sink in, and when it did, she exploded.

Hermione was the first one to reach the living room after she had heard Ginny scream. Her wand was raised and she scanned the scene quickly. A moment later, she lowered it in confusion and then everyone else was there, looking around in alarm.

"What's going on? What happened," Harry demanded, pushing to the front of the group and trying to separate himself from Teddy, in case there was any danger. When he saw that only Ginny and the twins were in the room he calmed down slightly.

Ginny had jumped up when everyone had come running into the room and now she was pointing a finger at Harry, her other hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide with shock.

"Ginny, what's wrong dear," Molly questioned, making her way over to her daughter.

"He . . . he . . . they said . . . and I thought . . ." she whispered, not making any sense.

Hermione shared a worried look with Harry and Ron, both of who shrugged.

Finally Ginny seemed to compose herself.

"He's the mother."

There was a long beat of silence in which everyone stared at Ginny in confusion, except for Draco, Harry, the twins, and Teddy.

"I'm sorry, what," George blurted out, breaking the tense silence.

Ginny straightened up and took a deep breath before speaking.

"They," she said, waving her hand at the twins, "told me that Harry's is their 'mother'," she said, using air quotes around the word 'mother'. "And Malfoy is their father. But that can't be true, right Harry?"

Ginny looked beseechingly at Harry, looking like she wanted him to claim that this was all some horrible mistake and the twins had simply been joking with her.

However, when he didn't say anything for a long time everyone turned to look at him in shock.

"Um . . ."

"I'm sorry Daddy," Luke spoke, looking down at his feet. "But she made me loose in chess and she was getting on my nerves and she kept asking questions and—"

Harry sighed when Luke broke off and looked up at him with watery eyes.

"No, no, it's quite alright Luke," Harry told him, shifting under everyone's gaze.

A red blush had spread across Ginny's face at Luke's words and she glared down at the little boy, but he seemed not to notice.

"I really don't see what the big deal is," little Teddy suddenly spoke up. "So what if Daddy had kids with Uncle Draco. It's his life."

Harry beamed down at his godson, who grinned back.

"I quite agree," Draco added in a drawl. "Potter's allowed to frolic around with whomever he pleases." Harry glared at the blonde at that while George snorted. "Anyways, it's really no business of yours Weasley."

Ginny flushed an even darker red at that.

"Two points Malfoy, zip Ginny," someone murmured from behind Hermione, probably George.

"There's no need to take hits at Aunty Ginny," Lily suddenly jumped in, a sparkling glint in her eyes. "She's just fishing around because she's obsessed with Daddy."

Hermione was pretty sure Ginny's head would burst into flames with how she was blushing.

Hermione couldn't blame her.

That was basically a triple hit against her from Malfoy and his two kids. Slytherin cunning obviously was inherited if these two were any show of it.

And to think they were only three.

"Alright, that's quite enough out of the three of you," Harry took over looking sternly at the three, but Hermione could tell that he was trying to keep from laughing.

Draco smirked and the twins copied him but adopted abashed expressions when Harry turned to look at them. Hermione though it was very humorous but kept from laughing to spare Ginny her feelings.

"Now, Ginny, I thought I had made myself clear about how I feel about you when we split up all those years ago," Harry said, spinning on Ginny, who looked completely mortified that this was happening to her in front of a crowd of friends, family, and strangers. "And if you really wanted to know something about me, I suggest you ask me instead of irritating my children. As you can see, they can be quite callous when irritated."

Someone snorted in the crowd, and someone else said something like "She won't be doing that again."

"Come along Lily, Luke," Harry then said and turned to leave, Lily, Luke, and Teddy trailing after him like little ducklings.

Draco only stayed to give Ginny his most superior smirk and then turned to follow them.

An unnerving silence followed after their departure, broken only when one of the Sohmas spoke.

"Wizards can have kids," Hiro questioned, looking very much pale.

"With a potion mostly," Hermione told him, but she could see from the look in his eyes that he was quite scarred by this bit of news.

"Calm down, it's not like it happens to any old bloke. You'd have to be very powerful and the potion is bloody complicated. Not to mention that fact that you'd have to be a complete tosser to actually go through with it," George told him, with a wide grin on his face.

Hiro didn't look the least bit reassured.

Hermione sighed and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Here, I'll explain it all to you and anybody else who wants to know."

With that said she exited the room with all of the Sohma's following her like lost lambs.

My favorite . . . Lily and Luke's reaction to Ginny and Hiro's reaction to finding out about Wizard pregnancy! I could so see his face!

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