Author: Muttzrock

Title: Bedtime story

Chapter Title: Plans and surprises

Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!

Pairings: Adult Harry/Draco, mentions of Oliver/Marcus, Ron/Hermione and young Harry/Draco

Warnings: Language and sexual incidents but nothing too explicit.

Summary 1: In the future, Harry and Draco are married with kids. They tell them the story on how they got together.

Summary 2: Ron starts the plan of the mission. The trio start the 'Dumbledore's Army' with a surprising member

Notes: Because this is my 31st chapter, I don't need to say this is my first Harry Potter story, but please send reviews and votes.

"Jamie was only a baby. He couldn't have purposely made you get worried because he thought it was funny," laughed Tom, he knew Jamie can be a bastard at times but he was only a baby back then.

"No, he's too much like Marcus. It must have just been instinct to make us sick with worry," argued his blond father.

"You're just paranoid," he countered back.

"Anyway," Daniel said changing the subject, "then what happened? Does Uncle Ron's plan work?"

"Well, it was more like Hermione's plan. Ron just thought of the name for it," admitted Harry.

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A loud slamming of books woke Harry and Ron from their deep slumber in the library. Hermione stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at them expectedly as the two boys groaned and sat up straight. It wasn't their fault, of course. They weren't even sure what they were looking for and the book they were reading was extremely boring.

"Boys…" sighed Hermione, losing the will to bother. "We have to do this, especially you and Harry."

The raven hared boy had the decency to look ashamed. "I know Hermione, but I'm not even sure what we're looking for. Is there a book how to get wizards out of engagements?"

"Of course there is. There must be," she reasoned but didn't notice that Harry was now looking somewhere else while she was talking. "There's usually a ritual to unlock arranged marriages and...Harry, where're you going?" she asked as her friend walked away, quickly causing her to sigh in annoyance with her friend as she watched him flirt with the blonde Slytherin. "Does he ever think of anything else?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Nope," Ron answered, trying his hardest to read the passage in front of him.

"So are you doing anything later?" asked Harry, hopefully.

"No," Draco said far too quickly but as soon as he said it, he remembered that he did have something rather important to do. "Sorry, I just remembered I have that potions essay to do."

The Gryffindor looked disappointed, but then an idea crossed his mind. "We could do it together. I'm pretty crap at potions and I need all the help I can get," offered Harry, he was pleased to see Draco grinning at him.

"Sure, that sounds like a plan. What time and place?" asked Draco as he moved in a bit closer, which Harry responded by moving closer. Even thought they had broken up, deep down they never did. They both knew this and they were tired of fighting it because in all fairness, they were doing a crappy job of it. But just before they could kiss, a pitch squeal was heard and Draco nearly cried as he realized who it was.

"Shit," mumbled Harry while Draco could only look apologetically at him.

"I thought I locked her in that closet," growled Hermione, not realizing that Ron was standing beside her.

"What?" he asked in shock.

"Nothing," she answered, trying to cover the facts.

"Drakey," sighed Pansy as she draped her arms round his shoulders causing him to cringe and making Harry looking like he was either going to burst in tears or rage. "I know you missed me, but I'm here now." She was followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle.

"You were gone somewhere?" asked Crabbe genuinely confused and looked at Goyle who equally looked confused.

"I was gone for three weeks."

"I thought it was quiet," mumbled Draco.

"Why you here Potter?" asked Pansy just realizing that the boy was standing in front of her fiancé.

"It's the library. He's here to study, what do you think he's doing here?" growled Hermione. She was being held back by Ron before she can lunge at her and possibly kill her.

"Come now, Granger, no need to be like that," she laughed, mockingly. Draco rolled his eyes at the crappy attempt of intimidating his mocking tone. No one could mock like he can and no one ever will. Draco decided to end this debate before Pansy really starts it.

"Crabbe, Goyle." The two bodyguards instantly stood to attention. "Take Pansy back to the common room." They obeyed him as they dragged the reluctant Pansy away before he turned back to Harry. "You still want to meet up?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure, how about the Room of Requirements around seven?"

"Yeah, that'll be great." Draco grinned, happily. "I'll have to go, see you later then."

"Okay, see ya." As Draco walked off, Harry kept his eyes firmly on the boy's retreating backside.

"Earth to Harry." Ron shoved him lightly to snap him out from his dazed state.

"Gah," dribbled Harry, still in his lustful trance.

"It might interest you to know that I found a ritual." Harry was instantly brought back to life as he looked at his friend and Hermione told him the steps that he needed to take.

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Viktor and Cedric had stayed at Cedric's house, but unfortunately, the ex-Hufflepuff still lived with his parents. So during their love making, they had to be very quiet, which was very hard for the loud Bulgarian. Right now, Viktor was fast asleep while Cedric was wide awake. He was thinking back to when he knocked into Oliver and Marcus. When he found out about their relationship nearly two years ago, he admitted he was first shocked but it was kind of understandable. They always had a sort of obsessive hatred and everyone knows that obsessive hatred is love in denial. That's what made Cedric think about Viktor. Though they've actually been together for a while now, they hardly spent any time together due to Viktor going back to Bulgaria. It was sort of funny to think this because Cedric was beginning to see his lover more as a friend. Yes, he did have lust for him but after a while, the lust wasn't as strong and another thing Cedric realized was that he didn't love the Bulgarian Seeker. Actually, he did love him but not in the way it truly mattered. He could have laughed at himself because he was still young and he was already looking for love, but he wasn't looking for it for keeps. He just wants to feel it.

"What are you thinking?" Viktor slurred in his Bulgarian accent.

"Thought you were asleep."

"I was." He opened his eyes slowly and sat up, looking at his boyfriend. "What's wrong?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Is it about us?"

"Yeah."

"I agree with you, I think we're better off just being friends," he said randomly, shocking Cedric.

The ex-Hufflepuff stared at him in disbelief. "Do you read minds?" he asked still flabbergasted.

"You think out loud." He laughed as Cedric groaned. A moment later, the words entered his head and he turned to look directly at Viktor.

"Is this ok with you?"

"Yeah, I mean I really like you but I don't feel really into you. You understand me?"

Cedric just nodded. "We were rivals"

"You think that's why it's not working?"

"Yeah, we didn't hate each other enough." The two laughed at that.

"Yeah, I think your right." They looked at each other with a warm satisfied smile.

"Love you."

The light brunette grinned. "Love you too."

The Bulgarian laughed and kissed each other on the cheek as they put their underwear on and fell back asleep.

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Step one of the ritual. Take a thread of the engaged hair. (In other words you get a strand of hair from Malfoy's head and Ron will get a strand off Parkinson's scalp. Got it?)

Harry headed up to the Room of Requirements armed with a quill, parchment, and a cutting charm. He was dreading this, yes, it was just a thread of hair but he could just imagine himself making a mistake and cutting a big chunk out, which isn't going to make him happy. Once getting into the Room of Requirements, he saw Draco relaxing on the couch but as Harry got a closer look, he saw that the blonde was actually asleep. This was the perfect chance to cut his hair. The boy crept up behind him and he levitated a strand of hair as he got ready to say the cutting charm until…

"Harry, what do you think you're doing?" the Slytherin asked, opening an eyelid and stared at the gaping Gryffindor.

"I was just admiring your hair." The guilty lied, pathetically. Obviously Draco didn't believe him but he didn't question him because in his mind, he knew that Harry was a weirdo, a cute weirdo, but a weirdo none of the less.

"Ok," he sighed while sitting up. The raven haired boy sat beside the blonde and a table appeared before the couch. "What's our first question?"

"What is the potion made when mixing crushed Rose Quartz with Dragon's saliva?" said Harry, looking at the question in sheer confusion.

"Luck in Love," Draco answered. Harry quickly wrote it down on his parchment and at the same time making a mental note, just in case.

They continued to work through the answers with the blonde Slytherin helping the clueless Gryffindor and explaining his answer. Harry admired his friend's intelligence and patience; he would make a far better potions teacher than Snape and a far more attractive one at that. For a split second, Harry imagined Draco teaching him and the others as an actual teacher. He felt instantly hard as he imagined Draco whispering seductively 'Detention Potter. Stay here after the lesson.'

"Potter, are you even listening to me?"

Harry clearly heard the annoyance in the blonde's voice and quickly paid attention. "Yeah, I'm listening," he answered quickly. He watched as Draco shook his head in despair. The blond hair moved gracefully across his face reminding Harry of his task in hand. "So what's the next question?" the Gryffindor asked, distracting the Slytherin.

As Draco began to read out the question, Harry subtly took his wand from his pocket and slowly pointed the tip in the direction of Draco's head. Luckily, the blonde was too busy figuring out the question for him as Harry whispered the charm and saw a blue light shine out for his wand but nothing else happened.

"What did you say Harry?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing." The Gryffindor was staring at Draco's hair in confusion, wondering why the spell didn't work.

"You're acting strange today. I mean stranger than usual," Draco laughed. Harry smiled to himself. Draco was so beautiful when he laughed and with that thought in mind, Harry leaned in and kissed the suspecting Slytherin. They had already kissed so many times before that they couldn't even say they had broken up. But they weren't together; they didn't know what their relationship was called. They continued to kiss with all thoughts of the essay completely vanished. Well let's face it anyway. The essay was never the first thing on their minds. After more kissing and fondling, Harry felt something wrong as he grabbed onto Draco's hair. The blonde began to concentrate kissing his neck as Harry looked at his hand to find a big chunk of blond hair in his grasp. He shoved his fist into his pocket and began to panic.

"What's wrong?" asked Draco when he realized that the Gryffindor wasn't responding to his kisses.

"Nothing, I've gotta go," he said quickly as he leapt off the couch, picking up his quill and parchment with his wand in his left pocket and a chunk of Draco's hair in his right. He ran out the Room of Requirements, leaving a confused boy in his wake as said boy ran a hand threw his hair. His hand stopped suddenly as if it had been glued to his head. He could feel a big bit of his hair a lot shorter. He quickly rushed to the mirror that appeared on the wall. When Draco saw part of it shorter that ruined his hair, he let out the loudest scream ever.

P/)

"Is Jamie finally asleep?" asked Marcus as Oliver walked into their bedroom after the hundredth time of getting the baby to sleep. Oliver got under the covers of their bed. They were both almost asleep when a loud screaming sound made them shoot up in bed and making Jamie wake up and burst into tears again.

"Your turn Marcus."

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"Was that Malfoy just screaming?" asked Ron after hearing the random scream.

Hermione looked up from her book and to her boyfriend. "Yep, sounded like him."

"Why do you think he screamed so loud?"

Hermione shrugged. "Probably because Harry did the spell wrong and cut a big chunk of his hair instead of just a thread."

"In my defence…" started Harry as he stormed into the common room after hearing what Hermione said, "...the instructions weren't clear."

The young girl just had to laugh at the expression on Harry's face. The raven haired boy scowled and sat on the couch next to the laughing girl.

"So I guess you got the hair then," she said when she caught her breath.

"Of course," he answered her, putting the hairs on the table. "Have you got Parkinson's, Ron?"

"Unfortunately, yes." The redhead shivered in disgust, putting the couple strands of black hairs on the table. "Oh by the way, Harry, we have some good news for you," he said excitedly, Hermione had a grin plastered to her face.

"Well, go on. Don't leave me in suspense," Harry told them as he took full attention.

"Guess who's signed on to be in Dumbledore's army?" Hermione asked, bouncing on the couch.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged.

"DRACO MALFOY!!!" They both shouted at the same. The stages Harry went threw were shock, temporary deaf-ness, more shock, realization, and at last utter joy. Draco was one of the good guys. He hugged his friends tightly, squishing the life out of them.

"I'm so happy!" He grinned from ear-to-ear, continuing on crushing his friends.

"We know." they said simultaneously, trying to catch their breath.

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The next day, Oliver, Marcus and Jamie were having an early morning bath. Marcus was sitting with back squished against the wall of the tub and Oliver sitting between his legs, resting his back on Marcus's chest while Oliver was washing a happy Jamie. The baby loved his baths as he laughed as he splashed happily in the water. A content smile crossed his parents' lips.

"He's beautiful," sighed Oliver, hugging his baby gently. Jamie looked over the man's shoulder and looked at his dark haired dad who kissed him lightly on the head. The baby just smiled, it was one of those happy, content smiles that only a baby can have because they have nothing to worry about. Jamie was surrounded by love from his fathers and was one of the happiest babies in the world.

"I love you." Marcus cooed at Jamie making his son laugh. He smirked happily before he kissed Oliver's neck. "I love you," he whispered in his partner's ear.

"I love you too," the smaller man sighed, he relaxing into his boyfriend's arms. "It's heaven here. Just the three of us." A ringing noise knocked them out of their moment.

"Who is it?" Marcus growled.

"It's Terence, it's really important."

Reluctantly, the Keeper got out of the water and started putting his clothes on. Oliver continued to play with Jamie in the water even though he didn't have the comfort or warmth of his lover's arms around him.

"Won't be long," the dark haired man reassured him as he walked out the bathroom, fully dressed.

Marcus was still grumbling curses as he opened the door for Terence but any emotions good or bad about his friend were instantly thrown out the window and replaced with confusion and shock. Terence was standing there with his bags on the floor with most importantly, a baby around the same age as Jamie in his arms.

"I need a place to stay," was all Terence could say with tears in his eye.

You Like? You don't like? Read and Review! I was in a really weird mood when I was writing this so that's why it's so weird. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, and to not hate me too much for ending it there. Love everyone who's reviewed and voted, you're all just the best and always an extra thanks to Dray-kun my beta.