Theo's Pov

We're all sprawled across the bed, satiated and tired. It's a perfect moment with all of us together for once. The lights are low, casting a warm glow around the room as we stretch out around the bed. The moon shines brightly outside the windows, watching us from its perch in the sky.

"Fuck me," I mutter under my breath as I try to work the kinks from my sore shoulders.

"She already did," Lorenzo laughs, "Is she sleeping?"

Draco peeks over Fey's shoulder and pushes her hair from her face, "Yeah, she's out cold."

"We really did a number on her," Mattheo says, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag.

"She did a number on us," Blaise admits, stretching and curling around Fey's front, "I need a nap."

That made two of us, "Come on, we better get some sleep. It'll be a long day tomorrow."

They nod, and each of us finds a space on the bed. I wrap myself around Fey's middle, my head resting on her stomach as I close my eyes and relax. Her presence more than enough to help me forget all my stresses.

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Fey's Pov

I was expecting to be woken up by Lorenzo or Blaise, maybe even a House Elf, but I never expected to wake up and find a tall and elegantly dressed woman standing in the doorway.

Clutching the blanket around my naked chest, I awkwardly sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes as she watches me expectantly. The more I look at her, the more I realize she is beautiful, even when she's watching me with a slightly confused expression.

"Good morning," I tell her, waving as I smile stupidly.

She seems to snap out of her trance and doubles over in laughter. Her soft giggles rang around the room as her face lit up with an enchanting grin, "My gosh, my son told me that he was bringing his girlfriend home. He just didn't tell me that you were also," she waved her hand at the others that were still sleeping around me, "with them."

I cringe at her words, "I know it's difficult to…"

"Don't explain to me. This is none of my business," she smiles, "I know what it's like to be young. As long as he's happy," she smiles, and her eyes flit to Blaise's sleeping form before her eyes find mine again, "Get dressed, and come have breakfast with me," she turned to leave but stopped, "Bring them with if you'd like."

She shut the door, and I was left shocked and slightly confused. Slightly terrified, I shoved Blaise's shoulder until he rolled over, "Blaise, wake up."

He shoved his face into the pillow and muttered, "It's too early."

"Tell that to your mother, who just walked in and woke me up."

His body froze until he slowly pushed himself up, "She came in here?"

I nodded, "Of course. I wouldn't lie about it."

He looked me over and must have noticed how anxious I was because he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead, "Relax, she's not too judgmental."

I groaned and pushed myself away from him. Crawling over Draco and Theo, I stole the blanket and wrapped myself up with it, "Wake them up. She wants us to go down and have breakfast, and there is no way in hell I'm going down there on my own," I took my bag and walked to the bathroom nestled in the corner of his room, "or looking like I just got fucked all night."

I could hear him laughing as I closed the bathroom door behind me. In the bright light, I saw what a mess I truly was. My hair stood in odd places, and the back looked like an owl nested there overnight. Sighing, I turned from the offending mirror and started the shower. Steam rose quickly, and I was able to wash away the come from between my legs as the warm water helped me feel halfway decent.

My hair took some work, but eventually, the water helped it lay smooth down my back. As the water ran cold, I turned the water off, stepped out dripping, and used my wand to dry the water away from my body and hair.

Outside the door, I could hear them moving around the room as they spoke. Ignoring them, I put on the sweater dress Pansy added to my clothes. The dress was something from her closet that she told me I would be stunning in. After seeing Blaise's mother, I knew I needed to step it up. I couldn't have her thinking I was always a hot mess. Stepping into the dress, I felt it hug my curves. My reflection was someone else; I turned and looked myself over.

Pansy was right again.

If she kept this up, she'd have a big head.

Keeping my hair down, I applied a bit of makeup around my neck to cover the marks they branded me with last night and did the rest of my face as Pansy had taught me.

Feeling put together, I gathered the blanket and my bad before stepping out into the bedroom again. Only Theo and Mattheo sat waiting for me on the bed. Their heads turned as I entered, their smiles bright.

They wore snug jumpers with the sleeves pushed up and blank slacks. They were styled and ready, but from my reaction, I didn't want to take them downstairs. I wanted them in bed again…

"Good morning, blanket thief," Mattheo greeted. He tossed the blanket back onto the bed and kissed me softly, "Where is the pretty little mark I left on your neck?"

Rolling my eyes, I pushed him back and placed my bag of clothes at the foot of the bed, taking only the small bag of gifts with me, "I covered it up."

A little growl built in his chest, "If we're about to go down for Christmas with Blaise's mother, I will spank you."

I squeezed my thighs together, trying my best to control myself, "You can always do that later."

"I will remember Little Fox."

Theo tugged me under his arm and planted a kiss on my cheek, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," I told him. His eyes traveled down my body, and I felt special. I felt wanted and loved, "You're looking very handsome."

"Oh, Baby Girl, you outshine me every day."

Mattheo groaned behind us, "Quite being sappy. We look sexy as always," he pulled me into his chest as his hand cupped my ass, " and you are looking tasty, my love."

"Stop," I scolded, a blush traveling up my neck.

Theo rolled his eyes and waved us toward the door, "Come on, we can't keep them waiting forever."

Before Mattheo could do anything else to fluster me, I rushed for the door, hearing him laugh behind me. Theo took my hand and led me down the stairs, keeping me close for my own sanity.

We could hear their voices as we approached the dining room, though nothing stood out. When we entered, their heads turned to face us, their conversation ending.

"Good morning, darling," Blaise greeted me with a smirk. He rose, taking my hand from Theo's, "You've met my mother, Isolde."

I nodded and squeezed his hand tightly, "I have," but I smiled and wished her a Merry Christmas nonetheless.

His mother grinned as she sipped her tea, nodding in return to my greeting, "It is a pleasure to meet you, but I do wish my child had given me more warning," she shot him a look with narrowed eyes before returning her gave to me and smiling once more, "however I am happy to have you in my home."

Blaise laughed, and Draco snorted, nearly spilling his tea.

"We should open gifts now, shouldn't we?" Mattheo suggested enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Theo frowned and shook his head. "Fey needs to eat."

Groaning was Mattheo's only reply as the others settled around the table as a tiny House Elf began serving breakfast.

We ate silently, only the sounds of scraping forks and spoons against plates filling the air. No one spoke a word until Isolde finished her small portion and set aside her teacup. Then, before Mattheo could open his mouth to ask again, Draco nodded and led us toward the large room containing the magnificent Christmas tree.

Once more, around the room, yawning pixies rested in their capsules, casting a faint glow in the morning light around the room. It gave the whole room a magical feel as if Santa had visited the night before, and maybe he had. With the mound of gifts failing to hide under the tree, it would take some extraordinary work of magic and secrecy to have placed them all there without anyone being the wiser.

I sat between Theo and Draco on the loveseat, the others gathered around us on the floor. Isolde sat in a chair nearby, observing us as if she was merely happy to present to celebrate with us.

Waving his wand through the air, Mattheo summoned a present to his hand, grinning devilishly before placing it on my lap, "Open it."

It was a small box wrapped in matte black paper. It was very plain, but I was extremely curious as I tore through the paper. Under it was a silver box with the name of a very well-known jewelry shop, Enchantments and Gemcrafts. My heart began to flutter as I lifted the lid the lid.

Inside the little box resting on top of a pillow of black velvet was a pair of heart-shaped emerald studs. A gasp left my lips, "Mattheo," I whispered, "They're beautiful."

He seemed shy now as he studied my face, "Really? You like them?"

"I love them," I told him honestly as I fell to my knees from the sofa and wrapped him in my arms, "Will you come with me to get my ears pierced so I can wear them right away?"

"You don't have your ears pierced?" he asked, confused, "I thought that was something all girls did?"

"I've never had something I've wanted to wear enough to get them done."

"You don't have to…" he told me, looking uncertainly at the box I still clutched.

"No, I do want to. Please will you come with me? Tomorrow?"

Looking deeply into my eyes, he nodded, "Okay, tomorrow."

I squealed and kissed his cheek before rummaging in my bag for his gift. The enchantment on the little bag made things hard to find, but after a moment, I felt the large, heavy package in my hand and tugged it free of the others.

With a soft thud, the sparkling green package fell from my fingers into his lap, and he looked up at me with a slight smirk, "For me?"

I nodded and pushed it toward him, "Open it."

Like a child, he ripped the paper off the box and threw the lid of it over his head before pulling out the black leather jacket. Mattheo's lips formed a soft 'O' as he felt it all over with his fingertips. The leather was soft like butter, and as he slipped it on, it fit his body perfectly. Not too tight and not too loose.

"This is perfect, Fey. Thank you," he told me, tugging me onto his lap. Wrapping me in his arms and holding me close, he whispered words of love in my ear, but I wasn't done yet.

"Look at the right sleeve."

His eyes fell to his sleeve, and he tugged it back so he could peer to see the inside. Embroidered along the edge was, 'With you, I find love's magic.'

"Fucking hell."

He squeezed me again. This time silently, while I giggled in his arms.

"I love you, Matty."

He squeezed me harder and whispered, "Not as much as I love you."

The others watched for a few moments longer, letting us have our moment before Draco tugged me free and placed a gift in my hands. He didn't speak, only waited.

This was a long, thin box wrapped elegantly in silver paper with a green ribbon tied around the center. As Draco watched, I tore it free and lifted the lid.

He had purchased an elegant silver chain, which appeared to be broken. There was no clasp on either end. My worries were unfounded as Draco appeared before me, wrapping the chain around my wrist.

I watched as it sealed itself together, gasping as Draco tugged at it and smiled, "It won't ever come off," he grinned, "Not until I'm dead."

Looking closer at the thin chain, I turned it around my wrist over and over until I noticed a slight discrepancy in the links. Intertwined in the metal was his name molded in a delicate script.

"So I'll be with you," he whispered huskily before pulling back.

Flushed, I nodded and sat back, fingering the chain. It was beautiful, and the more I looked at it, the more desperate I was for him to love his gift as much as I loved mine.

Knowing I couldn't get his gift from the bag, I used my wand to Accio it into my hand. Still, it landed heavily, causing me to grunt as I attempted to hand it over to him.

Seeing my struggle, he took the box easily from me with a raised brow. He carefully lifted the pretty snowflake paper at the edges until he could peel it away to reveal the boring box underneath the intricate wrapping. Slicing the tape away, he pulled out a high-quality potion cauldron, the first of many pieces. It was something she had to think long and hard about. Desperately, I had wanted to get him something such as a ring, but his fingers were cluttered already, and it hadn't seemed special enough. Anything else seemed too mundane. He had enough money to get everything himself, after all. Now, watching as he unpacked the box of supplies, I knew I had made the right choice.

He loved potions. He loved creating, and this, though he more than likely owned a high-quality set, would allow him to do so. The ingredients I had gone to lengths to gather myself and purchase would also allow him to create and think of me while he did so. It sent butterflies swarming in my belly.

His eyes sparkled as he examined every piece inside. He turned it over to see every angle and every bit of the ingredients in the tiny jars. He paused, his eyes catching on the lip of the cauldron as he silently read the engraving I had pained over for days, his mouth turning up in a blinding smile before finally meeting my eyes and mouthing, 'Thank you.'

I nodded, and before anyone could hand me another gift, I grabbed Lorenzo's box from my bag and placed it in his hand. Grinning, he narrowed his eyes and tore the paper away, adding to the pile growing around us. When he lifted the box, he pulled out a shining silver pair of cufflinks with shining Obsidian snakes that seemed to wink in the light.

Lorenzo's face brightened as he examined them, "Fey, these are beautiful," he whispered as he ran his fingers over each snake, admiring the intricately carved scales.

"Keep going."

He gave me a confused look but set aside the cufflinks and lifted the gauzy partition in the box before his mouth dropped slightly as he lifted a matching pocket watch from the box. The watch was surprisingly heavy for how delicate it looked. The obsidian snake, large but still matching the two smaller versions, was even more detailed. It was a match for my animagus form.

I watched as he opened and closed it, turning it over and over in his hand as he stroked his fingers over all of the little details before he placed it back into the box and tugged me into his arms.

He squeezed me against his chest and kissed my face, "Thank you. It's beautiful, and it's the snake…"

Picking up on the unasked question he couldn't ask with Blaise's mother in the room, I nodded, "It is."

He looked down at the pocket watch and then back at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "We'll have to compare later," he whispered so quietly only I could hear him, "Alright, darling, let me give you yours now, close your eyes."

I did as I was told, and for a moment, I could hear Lorenzo shuffling around until he took my left hand in his and gently placed a ring on my ring finger.

With my heart beating out of my chest, I kept my eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and see what he placed on my finger.

"You can open your eyes, love. I promise it isn't anything frightening."

Slowly, I peeked down at my finger. There was an intricate ring of tiny vibrantly colored roses encircling my finger, "Lorenzo?"

"I had it made for you, with just a bit of help from these dunderheads," he said, pointing at the others, "Each of the roses is a birthstone, one for each of us, and yours as well."

"But why is it…"

"It's a promise ring, Fey. We promise always to love you and be there for you. Through everything until the day we can marry you."

I allowed my watery eyes to turn to each of them. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo, "I love it," I breathed as my tears began to fall.

"Darling, don't cry. This is a good thing," Mattheo chuckled softly.

"I know, I know. These are excited tears, not sad tears."

They laughed at that as I passed between them gently, all for hugs and kisses, before they set me down on the floor again. This time, before I could reach into my bag to give Blaise his gift, he moved to retrieve the one he had gotten me.

A strutted back to where I sat with a large flat black box in his hand, unwrapped, "My mother helped me find this darling, but it was all my idea."

The woman herself grinned and promised she was the one who picked it out as she left the room, muttering something about needing more tea.

With a roll of my eyes, I lifted the lid and pulled out a stunning black dress. It was as dark as the night sky, and the tiniest black beads scattered from the waist to the shoulders. My fingers trailed over them, loving the smooth texture and the shine they created in the light, but as I took in more of the beautiful dress, I noticed that the beads gathered on one shoulder to create a delicate strap. The beads formed from the strap, a snake's head that would rest over my breast and heart.

"It's beautiful, Blaise. I don't know where I'll ever wear it, but it is stunning."

"Don't worry about the occasion. I'll take care of that," he promised with a quick wink before leaning back with a smug look on his face.

"I suppose it's on the theme for the gift I've gotten you," Inside my bag were only two gifts, a small box, and a large flat box not unlike the one he had just given me. I handed Blaise the large box and watched in excitement as he opened it quickly.

The tissue paper flew and floated to the ground as he pulled out dark green dress robes. On the lapels were hissing silver snakes that moved and watched the room.

"We are going to look amazing together," he commented as he ran his fingers over the soft material, "These are just the thing I needed for our date."

I laughed as he pressed his face to the material before folding it carefully and placing it back into the box.

Theo stood and stretched as he moved toward me. He sat before me and placed a square box in my lap, "Marry Christmas, Baby Girl."

Blushing deeply and feeling flustered after all of their attention, I slipped off the red ribbon and opened the box, but before I could reach into it myself, Theo stole away my gift and held it up for me to see.

"I had a necklace made for you."

It was a thin leather choker. Already, I could imagine it wrapped around my throat, the delicate green jade teardrop sitting in the hollow of my throat.

"Once it's around your pretty neck, it won't ever come off. Not for any reason. No spell or knife will ever remove it."

It seemed like he was warning me, as if he needed me to understand the seriousness of this before he allowed me to do anything.

"Can I see it?"

Theo allowed me to take the necklace from his fingers, and he watched as I turned it over in my hands. The inside of the soft leather was engraved, 'Forever will never be enough, Baby Girl.'

"This is…"

He leaned in close, "I love you, Fey. Each day a little more, if you put this on, you're mine. Always mine."

There was nothing to think about. I understood his words and the threat behind them—the promise.

He would always be there. There would be no one else besides those around us now, and even though they had promised forever, he was just cementing his own promise.

I met his eyes and smiled, "Put it on me, please, Daddy."

Theo searched my eyes for a long moment before finally taking the choker from my hand and wrapping it around my neck. It fit snuggly but not enough to restrict my breathing or how I moved. It was a pleasant reminder that he was with me.

His eyes took in the sight of it wrapped around my throat as his lips tipped up in a grin, "Beautiful as always."

My last gift, the small box, tumbled from my bag and into my lap. Handing it to him, I observed his face. Wanting to take advantage of every moment.

Theo lifted the hinged lid and carefully took out the thick ring. He already wore many of them on his right hand, but his left held none. I watched as he took in the carvings of the Celtic knot, and my heart swelled as he read the engraving. I had spent hours figuring out the right words for 'I love you forever, Daddy.'

He slipped the ring onto his left hand and smiled, "Forever."