Draco did end up getting Harry a Rolex for Valentine's Day. It was the wizarding version complete with a standard anti-theft charm and a setting that told him where his children and husband were, like Molly Weasley's clock back at the Burrow. Harry didn't want to wear the Rolex, because it was far too ostentatious and he already had the watch Molly had given him for his seventeenth birthday. Draco, however, insisted Harry wear the new watch; hand-me-down watches weren't befitting a Malfoy.
Draco was somewhat miffed that Harry hadn't bothered to get him a present, but then Harry couldn't exactly go shopping these days. Still, Harry could have asked Narcissa to go for him and he didn't. But the lack of a present was made up for by all of the sex. Harry had gone for hours, practically insatiable with his raging hormones and Draco had loved it.
Harry had thought before that he couldn't possibly get any bigger and he thought it again on Valentine's Day when he looked down and couldn't even see his cock, but when Easter came, he was even bigger still. He was almost nine months pregnant and by his account, far too far along to make it to Easter dinner, especially because the baby was crushing his lungs making it painful to breathe. But then Easter dinner was held at the Manor, so it was really hard for him to get out of it; it was just downstairs in the drawing room. They couldn't have it in the dining room, because the dining room was not large enough for the crowd that came.
"Don't you want to meet my father's family? The crowd that's building downstairs puts the Weasley family to shame," Draco said, trying to entice Harry into coming down.
"How is that even possible with the fidelius? I'm the secret keeper and I didn't give them the secret," Harry said.
"You wrote down the address for Cecelia and Hayden and my father has been keeping hold of it ever since. This morning he stood outside of the guesthouse and let all of our relatives read the scrap of paper."
"That defeats the purpose of the fidelius. Your dad's family is the very type of people we don't want in here; they're all a bunch of Death Eaters."
"No they're not. And if you think that, shouldn't you get off your arse and capture all the Death Eaters that are gathering downstairs? Don't you want to be a good little Auror and single handedly bring in all of the remaining fugitives as they peacefully sit down to Easter dinner in our drawing room?"
"Can't; far too fat to make it down the stairs. The elves will bring me dinner up here," Harry said. The elves had been bringing him meals up to the second floor for two weeks now. He wasn't much use helping out with the babies anymore either, which was why Molly Weasley was now coming over to help every Tuesday through Friday morning, when Draco was away and they had Cecelia's extra two children to care for. Harry was vaguely interested in the prospect of discovering Death Eaters in his own house, but he didn't really think Draco and Lucius had invited Death Eaters over for Easter dinner.
"You can apparate downstairs," Draco countered.
"Yes, but I don't remember you mentioning anything about Easter when you told me about how we were splitting up the holidays. I got Christmas at the Weasleys, yes, but you've had Samhain at the Rosier's and we're supposed to have Beltane with the Crabbe's. Only last week did you mention that we're having Easter with your dad's relatives."
"Yes, well we're having it here at the Manor, so it didn't warrant mentioning. Besides, we just visited your relatives before Valentine's day and I didn't tell you about that either."
"But that was your idea and you made me go. I didn't want to."
"Then next year use your Valentine's day visit with relatives to not visit with your relatives, but I'm using Easter to introduce you to mine. Come on, let's go."
"I hate your drawing room. It reminds me of when your aunt tortured Hermione there."
"All the more reason to come down and make new memories. I'll have you know my father and his second cousin got into a huge spat in that drawing room one Easter when I was little; that's what I'm choosing to remember about the drawing room today. Father and Cantankerus Nott Junior are downstairs right now; don't you want to find out what happens?" Draco asked. Cantankerus Nott Junior was Lucius' second cousin and also Theo Nott's grandfather. Theo's father died during this war and his mother died during the last war, so his grandfather was all of the family he had left.
"They're all a bunch of Death Eaters."
"No, the Death Eaters in the family are all dead. There were a lot more relatives here fifth year for Easter." Draco looked down forlornly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You've lost a lot of family, haven't you?" Harry asked concerned.
"Yes. It'd be a lot easier to get through this day if I had my husband at my side," Draco manipulated.
Harry fell for it and apparated downstairs, where he found a great many people crowding the drawing room. He recognized Theo Nott, Graham Montague, Greg Goyle, and Greg's family. He knew Greg's mum Elizabeth from his near death experience in the forbidden forest and Greg's two little sisters from the twins' birthday party.
Harry was surprised to see Zacharias and Sally Smith and Stephen Cornfoot from Hogwarts there as well. They were standing in a group and talking with three younger kids Harry recognized as being from the younger years at Hogwarts. He thought the girl's last name was Cornfoot and that she would be a third or fourth year now; her first name was something like Sabrina, like Sabirah, Sabiya, or Sabina, but not actually Sabrina. There were two blond boys, one of which Harry thought was a fifth year named Cyneric Smith. The other he wasn't sure of the name, but looked almost identical to how Zacharias had looked around the age of twelve and was likely Zacharias's little brother.
"What are they doing here?" Harry asked Draco, indicating Zacharias, Sally, and Stephen, who were all in Harry and Draco's year at Hogwarts.
"They're related, just like everyone else in this room. It's unfortunate really that we don't have any closer relatives on the Malfoy side, but all of these people collectively are my father's closest relatives. They're all descendent from my great grandfather Septimus' six older sisters," Draco answered, before starting to introduce Harry to all of the Malfoy relatives.
There were the Notts, the Montagues, and the Goyles, but also the Smiths, Cornfoots, Craggys, Vanitys, Burkes, Rowles, and Shafiqs. And then there were the Lestranges. "This is Blanche Lestrange, her daughter-in-law Davida, her granddaughters Lyra and Myra, her grandson Cyril, and her great grandson Meldryk. Gawen Gordon here is Lyra's husband, Meldryk's father, and Davida's little brother," Draco said. Although Lyra was described as the granddaughter, she looked to be around the same age as Davida, the daughter-in-law, while Meldryk, the great grandson, was between Myra and Cyril in age.
"It's nice to meet you." Harry was lying of course, because he wasn't pleased to meet the Lestrange family at all. Lyra in fact looked like the spitting image of Bellatrix, except for that she was younger, had brown hair instead of black, and didn't have Bellatrix's signature crazy look about her. Once they had moved clear of the Lestranges, he asked, "Draco, what are the Lestranges doing here? I thought Bellatrix was related through your mum's side."
"Bellatrix is my mother's sister, but her husband is related to my father's family. And Blanche and Lyra hated Bellatrix, so don't mention her around the Lestranges please."
"Is it too much to hope that they hated Rodolphus and his brother too?"
"Yes, it is. Rodolphus and Rabastan are Blanche's sons and she loves them. And Davida is married to Rabastan. I feel sorry for Davida. You do know she was still pregnant with Cyril when Rabastan was captured and Myra is only two and a half."
"Serves her right for staying married to a Death Eater, even after he got sent to Azkaban."
"You know they weren't married when Rabastan was first sent to Azkaban, right? She didn't even know him until he got out three years ago and her parents arranged the marriage. She didn't have a choice in the matter."
"That's awful. Why didn't she have a choice?"
"Davida and Gawen's father is a gambler and a drunk. Their mother raised them on knuts and when it came time to find them matches, they couldn't afford even the poorest of the other purebloods available. Three years ago Blanche realized that no one would take Lyra, because of her parents and Rabastan had just gotten out of Azkaban, so Blanche put it out there that she was offering generous marriage contracts for both of them and would take any and all offers. Davida and Gawen's mother jumped at the offer, so Davida got landed with Rabastan and Gawen considers himself very lucky to have gotten Lyra. She's several years older than him, but she's not at all like either of her parents."
"So Lyra is er…?"
"Aunt Bella and Uncle Rodolphus' technically, but she was raised by Blanche from the time she was a baby."
"Wasn't Bellatrix only imprisoned later?" Lyra looked to be at least five years older than Harry and he was sure Gawen had been at least three years above him at Hogwarts.
"Yes, but she had a severe case of post-partum depression. She got over the depression with the whole Death Eating and torturing muggles thing, but she never bonded with Lyra and never tried to take her from Blanche. Rodolphus would visit Lyra and give her gifts, but to Aunt Bella, it was like Lyra didn't exist. When her parents went to Azkaban, Blanche officially adopted Lyra."
"I can't believe how messed up your family is."
"Davida and Gawen's father isn't related to me, so it's not my family that's messed up."
"I was referring to Bellatrix."
"Oh look, there's Cecelia; let's go say hi."
"I thought Cecelia was related on your mother's side."
"She is, but she doesn't have anywhere else to go this Easter. Mother invited her, so be nice."
"You go, I've got to pee." Harry always had to pee these days. He was going on average two times per hour.
"Alright, but come find me when you're done. If you don't, I'm going to come looking for you to make sure none of my relatives did anything to you," Draco said. Harry nodded and Draco took off in the direction of Cecelia.
Harry went to the loo. When he was done, Draco was talking with Cecelia and her oldest son Hayden, right outside the bathroom. Draco had obviously moved Cecelia in Harry's direction to make it easier on Harry to reach Draco or so that Draco could keep an eye on Harry, or both.
"Oh Harry, good, you found me," Draco said as if he hadn't just moved his relative right next to where he knew Harry was.
"Hey Cecelia," Harry greeted, eyeing Draco to let his husband know he was onto Draco. "Where are your other two?"
"Hello Harry. Cissy has them in the dining room with the rest of the babies. How has your Easter been so far?" Cecelia asked.
Cecelia was growing on Harry, because she wasn't really a Death Eater supporter. She was an extremely naïve and trusting young woman who had no idea what she was getting into when she married a Death Eater and Dax wasn't even much of a Death Eater. Dax had participated in a few battles, but had run off without ever killing anyone. He was still on the run, but wasn't a priority for the Ministry, who were spending their resources on capturing people who had killed.
"Fine. But what I don't get is why we're even celebrating Easter. I thought the Malfoys were all about Beltane." Harry didn't see why he had to deal with the extended Malfoy family on Easter and then the Crabbe family on Beltane, only one month later.
"It's Armando Dippet's fault. He switched Hogwarts from celebrating Beltane and the Celtic holidays to celebrating the muggle ones. There are always children away at school with a family this big, so we have to do it during school holidays; hence Easter," Draco explained.
Harry spent a few minutes listening to Draco make small talk with Cecelia, before Lucius came over and said, "Ah there's my son-in-law! I was just telling my third cousin Evander Vanity how well pregnancy suits you, Harry. Doesn't he look wonderful pregnant Evander?"
"Yes, he certainly does," an older man next to Lucius agreed. Evander was ten years older than Lucius, just barely old enough to escape being a Death Eater. Half of the men his age had still been Death Eaters, but Evander had never been good at dueling, so he supported the cause with this money only.
"I was just telling Evander that I'm hoping for half a dozen grandchildren. That would be nice, wouldn't it? To have the Manor full of children again," Lucius said.
"Father, I think we're quite alright with just the four children," Draco said.
"What's another two? With the ease Harry's gone through this pregnancy, it'll be no problem for him to push out another two. And we have plenty of room for them and enough money to support them. I don't see why you shouldn't have more; just look how beautiful, intelligent, and magically gifted your sons are."
"There isn't enough room in the Manor for more children."
"Nonsense, we'll make room. Your mother and I'll move out to the Villa and you and Harry can have the bedroom on the third floor. The third floor landing has been used as a nursery by Malfoys in the past. And with us gone, you and Harry can have the studies on the third floor for yourselves and the study on the second floor can be turned into another bedroom. Granted with more children, this drawing room will get more use, but that will be good," Lucius said.
"This room is too cold and drafty for children during the winter, even with heating charms," Draco replied.
"That can be fixed. My great grandparents had seven children in this house, Draco, and that's how they did it," Lucius replied.
"And two children to every room, just like the Weasleys," Draco said sneering.
"Well there was plenty of separation between the children. By the time Septimus was out of the nursery, his oldest two sisters were off to Hogwarts, so he had his own room. His sisters all had to share, but with the oldest two away most of the year, it was like two of them had their own room. And then two years after that the third daughter went off to Hogwarts and there was only one child per bedroom for most of the year," Lucius replied.
"Yeah, alright, more children could be made to fit, but I think four children is quite enough," Draco said.
"Harry, don't you think your boys turned out well?" Lucius asked.
"Um, yeah, of course," Harry replied.
"Father, can I speak to you in the library for a moment?" Draco asked, knowing his father was about to convince his husband to have more children.
"Yes, certainly. What is this about, Draco?" Lucius asked.
"Harry, the boys are in the dining room with mother. Why don't you check on them?" Draco asked.
Harry agreed and began shuffling towards the door to the dining room and Draco led Lucius off in the other direction, towards the library. Draco shut the door behind them, before saying, "I know you're just using this wanting more grandchildren idea of yours as an excuse to keep Harry home and out of trouble."
"I don't see what the problem with that is, Draco. Once he's been home for ten years he'll be used to it and you won't have to worry about him wanting to be an Auror anymore."
"The problem is the strain that would put on me and our marriage."
"You won't have that problem with the next pregnancy, if you wait a few years until all of your children are older."
"No. We aren't having a next pregnancy and I'd thank you not to bring it up again."
"Do you have some other plan for keeping Harry at home?"
"If he wants to be an Auror, that's fine with me as long as he doesn't get himself killed."
"That's exactly what's going to happen. If some dark wizard doesn't take him down on the job, then he'll drink his way into an early grave to coop with the stress."
"If he's stressed out, I'll make him quit. And as soon as he has his first near death experience, then I'll convince him to quit. Until then, I'm gonna let him be an Auror."
"You're making a mistake, Draco."
"And it's my right to make it. Now I'm going to find my husband and I don't want to hear you mentioning this again."
"Alright, for now. Once he goes back to the Aurors I will be mentioning it again unless you come up with another way to keep him home."
"I will figure out how to keep him at home when it comes to that, when he's actually stressed, but not until then."
Draco went back out to the drawing room, working his way through the crowd of people until he reached Harry, who was just approaching the door to the dining room. "Why is there a unicorn in the dining room?" Harry asked.
Narcissa and another middle aged witch with blond hair who Harry didn't recognize were sitting in the dining room with four children in highchairs and three in booster seats around the table. The four highchairs belonged to Sev, Scorp, Teddy, and Cecelia's youngest, Clarity. The three booster seats belonged to Cecelia's middle child, Japhet, and two other toddlers Harry didn't know. Narcissa was feeding Clarity, the other woman was feeding Teddy, and the older children were feeding themselves. And right next to Scorp's highchair, was a unicorn.
Draco pulled out a chair for Harry, who sat down with a huff. "Mother ordered it to help Scorp with all of the strangers. He seems to like it," Draco said.
"Right. I don't know why I had to come down here. My feet and back are killing me," Harry complained.
"Here, let me massage your back," Draco said, rubbing Harry's shoulders.
"Thanks," Harry said, watching Scorp and Sev feed themselves yogurt, while Narcissa spooned bits of mashed squash into Teddy's mouth. Scorp and Sev were making quite the mess, especially Sev, who was finger painting with his yogurt on the tray of his highchair.
Draco massaged Harry's back as best he could with Harry sitting in a chair. As the pregnancy had progressed in these last few weeks, Harry had started getting more aches and pains, so Draco had taken to giving Harry backrubs regularly.
It wasn't much longer before the house elves announced that dinner was being served in the drawing room, so Draco led Harry back out to eat, leaving his mother and Draco's distant relation to look after the little ones. There was now a very long table running through the middle of the room and all of the witches and wizards were sitting down with plates of food. When Harry sat down he noticed a distinct lack of men of a certain age. There were a few older men like Cantankerous Nott and Evander Vanity, then there was Lucius and Mr. Shafiq, the Malfoy family attorney, and then there weren't any men until Gawen Gordon and Graham Montague, both of who were only a few years older than Draco and Harry. Judging from the number of women in the missing age range, Harry calculated that there must be a dozen or more men missing from the Malfoy family.
After the meal, Harry was tired, so he went upstairs to sleep and left Draco to deal with the relatives.
Author's Note: Up next is the baby shower and the baby's birth!
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