Chapter Two

Malfoy-Nott Townhouse

Muggle London, UK

Scorpius

Out of all the Granger-Malfor-Nott children, Scorpius had always been one of the mellowest of his siblings. He knew that. With an eldest sister as high strung as Lyra, it had always been easier to fly under the radar. Then there were the twins, Emilia and Thea, and Cassie, so he was surrounded by girls. Everywhere he went in the house was always crawling with sisters. They were all kind of fierce, like his mum, and if he faded a bit into the background, maybe that was for the best.

Scorpius thought that he looked a bit too much like his father. He often thought that was half of his and Albus' problem–everyone expected them to be their fathers 2.0 and they simply weren't. They were more quiet and private, although considering that his parents had managed to keep their marriage and family secret for over a decade, maybe that was a family trait. His mum, father, and dad had spent too much time in their youth on the front page of the Daily Prophet and that's not what they wanted for any of their kids. Lyra hadn't minded so much, but Scorpius absolutely did not want the focus of the Wizarding world on him.

But now Rose sodding Weasley had thrown his personal life into the limelight. Albus had been afraid that someone from the Weasleys would say something to the press about their relationship, and it hadn't even taken a day for his fear to become reality. Though Scorpius hadn't needed to occlude when Albus had been hurt, he did when faced with the morning's Daily Prophet headline. Without occlumency,Scorpius thought that he was going to smash something.

The Death Eater's Son and the Son of the Boy-Who-Lived:

Their Romance Scandal!

Lavender Weasley Tells All

After the news story broke the morning after he arrived at the townhouse, Albus refused to go home. His father had dragged James home through the floo, but Albus stood his ground, asking whether his mother was more upset that he'd been hurt by a family member or about his boyfriend. Scorpius had never seen such a conflicted expression on their DADA professor's face.

"Fine," Professor Potter bit out. "You can stay here until the winter holidays are up. The boys aren't sharing a room?" He glared at Scorpius' dads.

His father just raised one eyebrow and his dad snorted. "Obviously, Albus has his own bedroom here, Potter. We have enough space for all the children."

Although as soon as James and his father had disappeared through the floo, his father rolled his silver eyes. "Does he not recall that you boys share a dorm at school?"

"Best not to remind him, Draco, love," Scorpius' dad sighed. "We've got a week and a half before winter hols are over. Hopefully the drama dies down a bit before then." Scorpius' father snorted scornfully in response.

"What does everyone want for dinner?" Mum asked from the doorway. "I'm thinking takeaway. Albus, do you want to pick, sweetheart?"

Albus responded by hugging her and crying into her chest. She rubbed his back, soothing him, and Scorpius felt awful for his boyfriend, but so grateful for his mum and how wonderful she was.

"Thank you," Scorpius mouthed to her, and she smiled sadly and nodded in response, her hand rubbing circles on Albus' back.

Theo

Chinese food was perfect for everyone to share, and the whole Granger-Malfoy-Nott family plus Paige and Albus were gathered around the television watching something mindless. It couldn't be terribly interesting because Cassie was eating her noodles very sternly with a fork and she was still only five. Hermione had very serious ideas about what the children could be exposed to at a young age. Theo refrained from doing the kinds of things he had seen when he was small. It would probably prove her point, actually, now that he thought about it.

Theo shifted his mini me onto his lap so that he could steal some more of her potstickers.

"Daddy!" Thea complained, until he tickled her a little and then went back to stealing her potstickers. When he tried to snag a broccoli from Emilia who was on his other side, she growled at him.

Feral little thing. Theo smiled fondly and patted her on the head, earning him another murderous glare.

When the floo alarm went off for what felt like the hundredth time in the last few days, Theo cursed. "Oh for fuck's sake."

"Theo! Language!" Hermione scolded, but didn't get so much as an apology from her husband who just scowled in the direction of the floo parlour.

Teddy appeared, bright blue hair dusting the soot from himself. "Ohh, Chinese! Is there any extra fried rice?"

"Oh, Ted," Draco sighed, rubbing at one of his eyes. "Thank the gods it's you. I don't think I could have dealt with any more Potters or Weasleys today. Present company accepted of course, Albus." Albus nodded at the elder Malfoy's remarks and continued digging into his chow mein.

After Lyra made the paper with their grandmother's public support, Narcissa and Andromeda had rekindled their relationship, leading to Teddy Lupin becoming an official member of the Granger-Malfoy-Nott household. He had his own bedroom, to the chagrin of twins who were still sharing a bedroom. His cuteness and coolness seemed to offset some of their ire. Not everyone had a metamorphmagus for a cousin after all.

"I can just imagine," Teddy replied, dropping down onto the couch next to Scorpius and Albus. "Victoire texted me yesterday about all the drama, but Gran wasn't doing great, so I had to stay home until Aunt Cissa came over for her shift with her."

"We can help find a nurse for her, Teddy," Hermione pointed out. "You shouldn't be caring for her on your own."

"I think Aunt Cissa has finally convinced Gran to move in with her." Teddy grabbed chopsticks and one of the dozens of boxes of chinese food. "I only have a few months left of Hogwarts, but that's too long if Gran has one of her bad spells or over does it and falls again."

"I wish we could have convinced her about the house elf," Draco sighed.

"I think after growing up with snotty Black family elves like Kreacher that was going to be a no go with Gran." Teddy finished off the box he was eating and grabbed another. "This is really good. Thanks for getting dinner, Aunt Hermione."

"How do you know someone else didn't get it?" Albus whispered to Teddy.

"Aunt Hermione doesn't ever cook. She gets the good Muggle takeaway." Teddy winked exaggeratedly. "If it's fancy and French Uncle Draco made it. If it's Italian, Blaise has been by to drop off Paige."

"And what about Theo?" Albus whispered.

"Dad makes all of the fried English food. If it's anything else, he borrowed someone's house elf, but don't mention it to mum," Scorpius whispered into his boyfriend's ear.

Theo heard it all and tried not to laugh, so he grabbed the remote to turn the television show up.

Lyra

Sometimes her family was really just a bit much. She was still frustrated that she had barely gotten to spend any time at all with James before his father had dragged him back home again. Her dad had put a really complicated ward on her door so he couldn't sneak in, which really was unfair because she knew that Albus and Scorp had been snuggled up together a few doors down.

They hadn't slept apart at school since second year, but Slytherins were discreet about that sort of thing. Not that Slughorn paid them much mind. Hopefully he'd retire soon and Professor Vector would become their head of House. She at least had more than two knuts worth of common sense to rub together. Lyra was pretty certain that Slughorn still thought it was the seventies

She was glad that Paige was with her. It was the one small consolation in an absolutely wretched winter holiday.

Now, eating with the entire rest of her family was positively maddening. She felt like the little ones were feral animals trying to steal the last of her noodles. She wished that her mum would have allowed her to eat in her bedroom. She just wanted to cuddle Paige and go to sleep.

Was that too much to ask?

Hermione

Lounging in bed with her husbands, Hermione sighed, nuzzling into Draco's chest. "He just reminds me so much of Harry when he was young. It's almost like I get a chance to nurture him all over again."

"Hermione, love," Theo sighed. "I adore you, I do, but you can not heal Potter's inner child by mothering Albus. He's his own person, even if the gods did say copy paste Potter when Ginevra was growing him."

"Copy paste?" Hermione laughed. "You've been watching too much Muggle telly."

"Maybe I have, but I didn't use the term wrong, did I sweetheart?" Theo twirled one of her curls around his finger.

"No, that was perfect. You put all the wizards in the Department of Muggle Relations to shame just now." Hermione rubbed her cheek against Draco like a kitten in the hopes that one or both of her husbands would give her the petting she so desperately needed after the last couple of days. "Were all the children where they are supposed to be?"

"If you mean that Teddy is in his room on the phone with Victoire, Cassie's in the nursery, and Emilia and Thea are in their room, then yes, those children are where they are supposed to be." Theo laughed. "And before you ask, Paige and Lyra are in her bed, where we told them they could be, and Scorpius and Albus are in Scorpius' bed where Potter specifically told them not to be, but everyone's appropriately clothed for the moment anyway."

"Gods. I just want a little plausible deniability when it comes to the kids and their love lives," Draco exhaled. "It'd be so nice if the Potters were as easy to deal with as Blaise and Pansy when it came to the kids and their romances."

"Well Paige and Lyra can hardly get each other pregnant," Hermione pointed out. "It was a different matter when James stayed the night."

Draco snorted. "Scorp and Albus aren't getting each other pregnant either, but I don't think they've gone nearly as far as Lyra's little triad."

"Indeed, that's why I made sure that James was in Albus' room alone, even if he was plotting how to see the girls, while Albus and Scorpius cuddled next door. I put a ward on Lyra's door before I went to bed. I probably need to remind the girls how to cast a contraception charm before they go back to school."

"Don't you think that's a little more than they need?" Draco asked. "Lyra's fifteen, but Paige and James are still only fourteen."

"I'd rather them know it and not need it, than need it and not know it. I'm not quite ready to be a grandfather yet." Theo rubbed at his face. "We know who the architects of all the drama are. As per usual, it's the Weasleys. They don't like us, they don't like our kids, they don't like the gays, and they don't like Slytherins. We are really the antithesis of everything that they dislike. I'm just surprised that they were willing to throw Albus to the proverbial wolves to prove their point about how much they disapprove of us."

"The last thing I want to talk about in bed is how much Molly and company hate us. Can we maybe use this very brief alone time to have sex before inevitably one of the little ones decides that we must be lonely and come here and cuddle us?"

"As you wish, my darling wife," Draco replied, capturing her mouth with his, while Theo slid up her nightgown.

"No knickers," Theo murmured as he kissed the backs of her thighs. "Naughty, naughty Miss Granger."

"It hasn't been Granger in a long time," she gasped, as Theo licked his way towards the apex of her thighs and Draco pulled one of her breasts free to suck roughly on the nipple.

"You'll always be Granger to us, darling," Draco quipped as he met her eyes before suckling on her nipple. She could feel her wetness start to coat her inner thighs and moaned loudly enough that Theo threw up a wandless silencing charm to prevent one of the kids from rushing in to make sure that mummy wasn't hurt. A complete mood killer was what that was.

"If one of you two doesn't shag me in the next two seconds, I'm going to hex both sets of your bollocks right off," Hermione declared, as she nearly went flying off the bed as both men's hands started playing with her clit and her pussy.

"So demanding," Draco declared, as he kissed along her neck and jaw.

"You love me demanding," Hermione pointed out as she felt Theo spread her legs and line himself up to fill her from behind.

"That we do," Theo agreed. He hissed as he slid into her wet body. "That we do."