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By Thursday night, Harry and Draco really needed some time to themselves. They had had so many disagreements in their marriage and no time alone to kiss and make up, so Draco decided that it was time. He asked his mother to watch the twins and told Harry to find a place for them to spend the night. He was still uncomfortable with the thought of having sex in the same house with all of his family; hence his desire for a night away.
Harry was ecstatic when Draco told him. This was what he had been waiting for since coming home from the war. It had been a year since they were married and a year since they had had sex for the first time. He was ready to do it again and to make a baby again. He even had the perfect place to do it: Grimmauld Place; he just had to set it up. He apparated over straight away after dinner.
Grimmauld Place was mostly how they left it after escaping from the Ministry with Slytherin's locket, except with more dust, which meant that it was a mess. They hadn't planned on leaving for good when they went to the Ministry, so they hadn't bothered putting things away. There was an open bottle of ink that was tipped over in the drawing room. There were books strewn all over the place in Hermione's room. There was a half-eaten cheese sandwich on Ron's bed, without so much as a plate underneath it. Harry's bed was unmade, there was a used pair of his pants on top of the dresser, and a set of dirty clothes on the floor.
Oh, and Harry was greeted by Moody's ghost of Dumbledore when he walked in the door, which he couldn't bypass by apparating straight into his bedroom, because of one of the special safety charms on the place. He called Kreacher and set the elf to work cleaning the rest of the house, while he concentrated on his bedroom. Once he vanished the dust, cleaned the sheets, made the bed, and picked up his clothes, he was left with a plain unromantic room. That was a problem, because Draco liked to be romanced and his advances always went farther with a little bit of romantic effort. But this wasn't the room of requirement and he couldn't just go outside and pick Draco a bunch of lilacs or wish the room to provide him with something.
Harry went out to the back garden to see if there were any flowers he could use and found that the garden was once again overgrown with weeds now that Narcissa hadn't been around to get Kreacher to work. There were a few daisies and pitiful looking roses, but nothing he could use for a bouquet. He thought about conjuring a bouquet out of thin air and then he thought Hermione could probably do it better.
That got Harry thinking that Hermione would probably be able to help him straighten this place out and get it into a presentable condition. But Hermione was supposed to be in Australia reuniting with her parents and she said she'd take Ron with her… But Ginny would still be at the Burrow and Ginny was a girl, who had more romantic insight in one little finger than he had in his entire body. And so he apparated and knocked on the front door of the Burrow.
"Harry, dear! You just missed supper, but come in and I'll fix you a plate with the leftovers. It's such a treat to see you," Molly greeted.
"Oh no, Mrs. Weasley, I already ate. I was just wondering if Ginny was here. I was hoping to get her help, since Hermione and Ron are gone. Hermione and Ron did go to Australia today, didn't they?" Harry asked.
"Yes dear, they left this morning to see her parents. I told them to stay a few days. Ginny's upstairs. Is it something I could help with too? I was just trying to pick out the perfect song for Fred's funeral, but it'd be nice to have a bit of a distraction." While she talked, Molly led Harry into the house towards the staircase. Then when she was at the foot of the stairs, she called, "Ginny! Harry's here to see you!"
"Um maybe," Harry said as he heard several doors open upstairs and the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Harry? Is it really you?" Ginny called, looking over the banister, before saying, "Luna, George, it's Harry!" and running downstairs.
"Harry?" George asked, following after his sister. "I didn't know you were stopping by today!"
"The gulping plimpies have negative effects on house elves. One really shouldn't let their elves eat plimpy soup," Luna said, following after George, while Ginny hugged Harry.
"It's good to see you too, Gin," Harry said.
Ginny let Harry go and George took her place, followed up with a hug from Luna.
"So what are you here for? Ronnikins is off to Australia today," George said.
Harry explained the situation and that he needed Ginny's help setting Grimmauld Place up for his date.
"Of course we'll help, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.
"And you're nervous, dear. It's perfectly fine to be nervous about your first date with your husband in a year. George, get Arthur and Charlie and let's all go over and help clean the place up!" Molly proclaimed.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley. I don't know how to make the place romantic; there aren't even any decent flowers in the garden.
"We've got flowers in our garden. Come on Harry, I'll show you," Ginny said.
"Oh I just love green tididilly roses; they sing when the nargles are around," Luna said.
Harry, Ginny, and Luna went out to the garden and picked several stems of white peonies and some yellow buttercups, which was all that was flowering in the Weasley's garden at the moment. Luna kept insisting that there were bound to be tididilly roses in bloom somewhere nearby, but there weren't and there was no indication that it was even a real plant. Harry nixed the plan to keep looking for the imaginary flower and they went back inside, where Molly was just gathering a basket full of supplies and Arthur and Charlie had returned with George.
The bunch of them apparated over to Grimmauld Place and waited for the ghost of Albus to disappear.
"Alright, George, Charlie, Arthur, you three are on general repairs of the place. Arthur, see if you can remove Albus' ghost. Ginny, Luna, Harry, you three are with me on the bedroom; lead the way Harry," Molly ordered.
And so Harry led the women up to the bedroom. Harry set to work on the flower arrangements, transfiguring an old bottle of soda into a crystal vase with a dragon and a lion etched into the crystal. He trimmed the excess leaves away, before arranging the flowers into a pleasant configuration. Molly covered the dresser with a nice piece of cloth and added fresh scented candles. Luna ridded the place of wackspurts and Ginny cleaned up the bathroom.
"Harry dear, what are you planning on wearing?" Molly asked.
"Erm, I haven't really thought about it, but I know he likes muggle jeans," Harry replied.
"Alright and your hair? You should groom it. Is it alright if I do it for you quick as a button?"
"Yeah, go for it."
Molly cast a grooming charm on Harry's hair, but it came out wonky, because the poor dear really needed a haircut. She trimmed his hair with a spell and recast the grooming charm. "There, right as rain," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley!" Harry said, looking in the mirror. It really did look loads better.
"Now for a snack. What does he like? Chocolates? Biscuits? Strawberries?" Molly asked.
"Um, I know he likes fruit. He has a sweet tooth too; ice cream and cheesecake and pie, mostly."
"Good. You stay here and see about setting the place up. Perhaps some lotion for a back massage? And I'll run by the store and pick up something along those lines."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a galleon. He handed the money over to Molly and then went back to his flowers.
When the flowers were done, Harry set them on the nightstand. Then he looked in the closet and found a bottle of lotion, which he set on the other nightstand, before turning to Luna to see what she was doing. Luna had her wand to the ceiling and was moving as if she were writing with a quill. "What are you doing, Luna?"
"I'm arranging the nargles to spell out, 'I love you.' They glow in the dark, you know, Harry."
"Oh, yes, of course," Harry replied. "I'll just go check on Ginny."
Harry went down the hall to the bathroom, where Ginny had vanished the dust and scourgified the fixtures. She was just setting out the proper soap and shoving all the extra products under the sink. "Is there anything I could help with?" Harry asked.
"How about the music? You could set up a wireless and play your song," Ginny suggested.
"Yeah, that'd be great! I'll go get it," Harry said, before taking off down the hall.
Harry retrieved the wireless and set it up in his room, before spelling it to play the song they had danced to on the night he had proposed. And then everything was perfect in the room, so he went to check out the rest of the house, which he found to be in reasonable shape. Arthur had even managed to remove Moody's ghost of Albus.
Molly soon came back with a basket of strawberries and a tub of ice cream. Molly cut off the steams and Harry helped her arrange them on a platter, while Luna scooped out bowls of ice cream and put them under a stasis charm, so that they wouldn't melt. They put it all on a tray and left it on the kitchen table for Kreacher to deliver.
And then the entire house was about as good as it was going to get and it was getting late. The Weasleys apparated back to the Burrow and Harry apparated back to the villa, where Draco was feeding Scorpius one last time before putting the little guy to bed. Harry helped out, changing Sev's nappy and then changing Sev into pajamas, since the baby had already finished his bottle. Draco finished up feeding Scorp and then it was just a quick nappy change and a pair of pajamas, before the twins were being tucked into their cribs.
Harry went to Draco's closet to find something to wear. He quickly realized that none of his hand-me-down muggle jeans from Dudley were nice enough. If Lucius succeeded in making a deal to import muggle jeans, Harry would have to be one of the first in line to get a pair. As it was, he grabbed a pair of trousers and added a white t-shirt.
Draco let his mother know they were going and then they flooed over to Grimmauld Place.
"You know, I really need to get my apparition license already," Draco grumbled, vanishing the soot from his robes as he stepped out of the fireplace.
"Yeah, maybe we could go down to the Ministry tomorrow," Harry agreed.
"But my mother, father, and aunt are all going to be too busy to watch the babies."
"Then next week, when Hermione's back from Australia. I'll ask her to come over and help me with the babies and you can go, as long as you're back before naptime is over."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now come on, off to bed with you," Harry said, leading Draco away from the fireplace and up the stairs.
A huge smile lit up Draco's face when he entered the room and saw how much work Harry had put into it. It looked and smelled beautiful. Their song was even playing.
Harry asked, "May I have this dance?"
"Yes," Draco agreed and took Harry's hand, before leading him around the small space of the room.
When the song ended, the wireless began to play a mix of current wizarding rock favorites and Harry initiated a kiss, which was deepened to an all out snog. When Draco's head was spinning from oxygen deprivation, Harry broke away gasping for air. Draco sucked in quick deep breaths and Harry pushed Draco down onto the bed. Harry stripped, before crawling over Draco on the bed and resuming the snogging session.
Harry was just taking off Draco's robes, when Draco stopped Harry and said, "Wait." Harry paused and Draco pulled out a corked potion vial, which he handed over to Harry. "You said you wanted to get pregnant tonight; this will make it a girl."
"Brilliant," Harry replied, unstoppering the vial, before drinking its contents and throwing the vial towards the bin.
Then Draco pulled out two filled applicators, one with the conditioning potion and the other with the soothing potion. Harry took them and set them on the nightstand for later. Draco finally let Harry pull his robes off and Draco removed the breast pump, getting up to set it in the corner of the room. Draco pushed his pants off and threw them onto the floor with his robes, before climbing back into bed.
Harry climbed on top of Draco's back, squirted lotion onto his hands, and then rubbed the lotion into Draco's back. He rubbed and kneaded tight muscles until Draco was relaxed and moaning. Then he placed a kiss at the top of Draco's spine, peppering kisses every few inches as he traveled down Draco's body. When he reached Draco's arse, he rose up off of Draco just long enough for his husband to turn over, before straddling Draco once more and casting his preparatory spells.
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