The Rise of the Drackens

by StarLight Massacre

Harry comes into a very unexpected inheritance. He is a creature both rare and very dangerous, a creature that is black listed by the British Ministry. So now he must avoid detection at all costs, whilst choosing his life partners and dealing with impending pregnancy at just sixteen. With danger coming not just from the Ministry but even other creatures, what was he supposed to do?

48. Fun in the Sun

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Christopher, without who this chapter would still be frozen and running up and down with the scroll bar on Microsoft word and to chachamaru43, you know why.

There are FOUR missing scenes in this chapter, lovelies. If you want to read the full, unedited version of this chapter, it is posted up on AO3 and AFF.

Last Time

Harry rolled over Max and shoved the biggest man in the bed towards Blaise and Draco. Max grunted as little feet dug into his back and he rolled over twice until he was snuggled up tight to Blaise. Harry settled down in the warm groove that Max had left and cuddled into Nasta. He yawned widely and burrowed into Nasta's chest, who shimmied him over so that he could fit in the bed comfortably and lay down, holding him close.

"I love you, Harry." He heard him whisper sometime later as he pretended to sleep and almost was asleep. "We'll go visit Marianna because you want to go, but I'll be damned if I'm letting go of your hand for the entire time that we're there."

Harry smiled as Nasta squeezed him. He made a soft, sleepy noise and Nasta relaxed his arms so he wasn't squeezing. Harry snuggled in once again and he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Chapter Forty-Eight – Fun in the Sun

Harry was so excited even as Max and Draco shouted at Nasta, who was calmly packing an overnight bag with enough clothes for the weekend.

It was two in the morning and Harry was so excited that he hadn't slept a wink. Everything was so short notice that they were only now packing their suitcases.

Harry had never been on holiday before, so he had no idea what he needed to take. He was packing anything and everything that came to his hand as Nasta chuckled and started removing things from his little suitcase.

"Braiden will not need all of these clothes, love." He told him as he took out several jumpers, even more shirts and fourteen pairs of trousers.

"What if he has an accident or if it's not warm enough?"

"We have blankets for him and it'll take a few minutes to come back to get a spare pair of clothes. It's not like we are Muggles and need to catch a plane to come back and forth. We'll be fine, now instead of filling the suitcase with everything for Braiden, pack some clothes for yourself."

Harry did as he was told, not willing to push his luck as he was actually being allowed to go and Marianna had been right, he only needed Nasta on his side as Draco and Max were furious and demanding that they not go, that it was stupid and dangerous and that it could potentially terminate his pregnancy, but Nasta was adamant and firm that they were going and he ordered them to pack or be stuck without clothes for a week.

"What do I need? Blaise, what's Draguignan like?"

"It is going to be hot there, Mio amore, but not much more than here."

"That's good, I'd hate for Braiden to be pushed into a climate where he's uncomfortable. Oh! Where are his sun hats?! He's not going without his hats or his sun cream!"

"I've got both." Nasta assured. "Now pack some boxer shorts or you won't have any."

"How can you agree to this insanity?!" Draco demanded.

"We are going, now pack your damn suitcase or you'll have nothing to wear!" Nasta growled.

"Don't forget your toiletries!" Blaise called after a fuming Draco.

"Don't tease him." Harry chastised. "How many bottles should we take? Do we need the extra ones?"

"Harry love, listen to me. Stop packing for Braiden and pack for yourself." Nasta ordered testily.

Harry dropped the bottle he had been about to pack and frowned at his hand as it had automatically released the bottle without his brain telling his fingers to move.

Nasta sighed and cuddled him

"I didn't mean to use the full weight of the dominance bond, love, but can you please pack some clothes for yourself or are you planning on running around Marianna's home with nothing on?"

Harry shook his head and an excited grin stole over his face once more as he rushed to his wardrobe to get some clothes, Nasta giving his bum a swat as he moved past.

Draco unhappily packed his bag and Max zipped his case up in angry silence. Blaise, who had been done before all of them because the majority of his clothes were already at the house they were going to, was making sure that they had everything Braiden needed, tipping out half of the things that Harry had already packed to make space for the things they actually needed.

"Are you all done and ready?" Nasta asked an hour later, Harry's hand firmly in his own as his mate bounced with excited, pent up energy. It made it almost worth it to see Harry this excited over just going to someone else's house for a few days.

Once he had resigned himself to the fact that, yes they were actually going and that Harry and Braiden were going with them, Max had become as excited as Harry as he rushed around locking all of the windows, locking the doors and flooing his family to let them know where he was going to be for the next few days to a week.

Draco on the other hand had sunken into a silent sulk and he was very angry and very against the idea of Harry leaving the house. Nasta had ordered him to be quiet and to stop being a pest. He hadn't spoken since.

"Are we leaving now?!" Harry asked bubbly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, swinging his arm that was attached to the hand Nasta was holding and bouncing Braiden with him, who was strapped to his chest in a baby carrier that had, only that morning, been taken out of its box for the trip since the carrycot was broken and now useless and needed to be replaced.

"Yes Harry, just calm down. We'll be going now, in a minute." Nasta assured him as he and Max went through a check list to make sure they had everything and had done everything that needed doing.

"Are we going now?" Harry asked a minute later as they still hadn't left the house.

Nasta chuckled deeply and pulled him into a light hug, being mindful of Braiden strapped to his chest and gave him a kiss.

"We're going now, just shut your mouth for two minutes whilst Max makes sure everything is locked and everything is turned off."

Harry waited as patiently as he could, but as he opened his mouth to ask once more if they were actually going, Max placed a large hand over his mouth.

"We're done; we're going, no more asking." He said with an indulgent grin.

Harry almost squealed as they made their way to the fireplace. Nasta had decided that flooing was more practical than getting permission for a Portkey with such short notice, but Harry and Braiden were to floo with Nasta, just in case.

Blaise went first, then Nasta forced Draco to leave, Max went next carrying the majority of the suitcases and then Nasta bundled up Harry against his chest, covered him with a blanket and flooed to Marianna's.

Harry checked on Braiden as a first priority, making sure no soot or dirt had lodged itself anywhere and then turned to grin at Blaise, who was having his back broken by his Mother.

Nasta chuckled quietly beside him and Harry smothered a giggle, even Draco managed a smile and Harry felt almost delirious at the sight of it.

"Everything is set up, Josiah and I worked through all of yesterday and half the night for you all when we heard you were paying us a visit and we made sure to set everything up!" Marianna exclaimed happily.

"Set what up, Mother?" Blaise asked, rubbing his ribs and looking more like he'd rather not know.

"Why, your little holiday, Blaise. Honestly."

"This is our little holiday." Harry said. "Blaise said Draguignan is very beautiful."

"You can come to this place any old time!" Marianna exclaimed. "I've booked you into a lovely hotel, just the five of you, got a tour guide to recommend all the places you should visit, the best restaurants, the finest beaches, all the sights you should see."

Marianna pushed a folder into Nasta's hand as he raised a black eyebrow incredulously.

"I thought you said we could stay here, Mother." Blaise reminded her. "You said you'd love for us to come and stay when I spoke to you yesterday."

"Yes, of course I would, but you need to go out into the world, my little loves! Guadeloupe is a very beautiful island."

"Guadeloupe?" Max asked faintly.

"Where you're all going, yes. Except for Braiden. Braiden is staying here with his Grandma Marianna!"

That was where Harry disliked the idea as he cowered back into Nasta and wrapped his arms around Braiden like a shield.

"What?" He asked. "I can't leave Braiden here."

"You can't go out exploring Guadeloupe with a baby in tow!" Marianna refuted. "Josiah and I will take excellent care of him and you can floo back anytime you like, even in the middle of the night, if you want to check up on him."

"This is too much, we couldn't possibly…" Nasta began, but he didn't get much further.

"Well you are." Marianna snapped at him, proving that she was a dominant female and unafraid to stand up to him. "I would be most offended and unhappy with you if you didn't go now that I went through all the trouble of making all the arrangements and compiling all the information I could for you boys. You're going whether you want to or not, I will force the Portkey onto you all at some point with no way for you to get home for a few days, the way I see it you can either sulk and try to find a way off of the island like brats or you can relax and enjoy yourselves for a few days and come back, happy and refreshed in a few days' time. It's your choice."

Harry saw the look on Nasta's face and knew that he wouldn't refuse Marianna now that she had played so dirtily and made him feel guilty over wanting to refuse. Marianna was right, it really was easy to manipulate dominants to do what you wanted if you knew what to say and do, but he was no dominant and he did not feel comfortable leaving Braiden.

"I don't want to leave my baby. He's only a week old."

"You can come and see him every day, Harry. It's only for a few days, one big, happy holiday before you go back to school. I'm sure you could use a few mornings where you can sleep in, where you don't have to get up in the middle of the night and don't have to do anything you don't want to do for a few days. It's not bad parenting to leave a child with a relative for a few days to have a break, Harry, you are refreshing yourself ready to come back, pick him up and take on school, a new pregnancy as well as a very young baby."

"I…" Harry looked from Marianna to his mates. Draco did not look accepting, but then he hadn't wanted any of them to come on this entire trip. Blaise was debating; Max was smiling so he obviously thought that it was a good idea. Harry looked up at Nasta, who was standing at his back and found those hazel-green eyes looking back.

"We could benefit from a break." Nasta said smoothly, ignoring Draco's growl of protest.

"If you think it's a good idea." Harry said meekly, his arms still around Braiden. But he really wanted to go, so he was doing as Marianna had told him to do, letting Nasta think that he had made the decision himself, but he was wearing a hopeful looking expression, but he wasn't fighting or yelling, he wasn't demanding that they should go. He was giving in and softly letting Nasta think that he was making the decision whether to go or not.

"I raised Blaise alright didn't I?" Marianna demanded. "Braiden will be perfectly safe and happy here!"

"I could use a lie in after all the early mornings we've had!" Max encouraged. "Let's just do it! Marianna has put a lot of work into this for us and Harry deserves a holiday after everything he's been through."

That made Blaise make up his mind and he agreed. Draco looked torn.

"Please, Draco." Harry said softly. "I won't go if you don't want me to, but I really want to go."

Marianna winked at him subtly and gave him an approving smile before adding in. "Won't this be your first ever holiday, Harry? I'm sure your mates would want you to have a holiday and will make it extra special for you. After all you're a grown man now, it's criminal that you've never been on a holiday before. How many times did your parents take you on holiday when you were a child, Draco? At least two holidays a year wasn't it?"

"Sometimes three." Draco put in quietly as those silver eyes darkened in anger at the reminder that Harry's upbringing wasn't as lavish as his own.

"Are we going or aren't we?" Nasta asked, as if the fate of it rested upon Draco and not on himself.

"We'll go, but you have to be careful, Harry!" Draco said sternly.

"I will I promise! Thank you! Thank you!" Harry cried engulfing Draco in an awkward hug around his neck, with his arse stuck out so that his chest, which held Braiden, wouldn't be crushed against Draco. "I can't believe I'm finally having my first holiday! It's so amazing!"

"Right, give me Braiden, you can settle him down with a bottle and a last cuddle, but your Portkey leaves in twenty minutes, I booked reservations for you to have dinner in Le Lucullus restaurant in Sainte-Anne, your hotel is also in Sainte-Anne. La Toubana hotel and spa."

"What are we going to do in a spa?" Max asked his eyebrows in his hairline.

"Spa things?" Blaise answered questioningly.

"Find a steam room." Harry said with a naughty giggle.

"You don't need a steam room, sweetheart, you're already pregnant. Speaking of which, the magical staff at the hotel have been informed of your arrival, that you are in fact pregnant and they have a Healer on standby for the duration of your stay."

"I'm not that clumsy!" Harry pouted.

"You have your own private villa, with full access to the hotel swimming pool; there is an onsite restaurant and access to the hotel's private beach." Marianna continued. "You will arrive around the corner from the restaurant, the reservations are under Delericey, a seven seater car will be waiting to pick you up whenever you are done with dinner to take you to your hotel, you may then do as you please for the rest of your stay."

Marianna looked so pleased with herself that Harry laughed and slipped Braiden out of the carrier, unstrapping it from his body before he gave his baby a big hug and a sloppy kiss.

"I'll miss you, love. You be good for your Grandma Marianna, I'll be home in a few days, I promise."

Harry handed Braiden over, but then changed his mind and took the baby back, cuddling him tightly.

"I don't think I can do it." He said weakly.

"You can, you're a strong man, Harry." Nasta encouraged. "I'm sure if anything at all happens then Marianna will inform you, not that I expect anything to happen while we are away, he's going to be fine and spoilt during his few days with his Grandmother."

Harry swallowed and slowly held out Braiden again. He pulled his hands away once Marianna had Braiden in her arms so he didn't snatch him back.

"You do have a bassinet don't you?" Harry asked suddenly.

"I have Blaise's old crib. I bought a new mattress just for Braiden and new linens too. He's going to be fine and he has everything he needs. Stop fretting."

Harry turned to move away, but turned back to Braiden, the little suitcase that Blaise and Nasta had packed for him and the nappy bag by Marianna's feet, and kissed those little cheeks and mouth again.

"Nasta, be a dear and take Harry for the Portkey ride, I'm sure that once he's away he'll be fine. It's always the hardest leaving them for the first time."

Nasta wrapped Harry in his arms and Harry was almost ashamed to realise that his eyes were burning with tears. He was the one who had wanted this holiday; he had just imagined that he'd be taking Braiden with him.

"It'll be fine, Harry love, Marianna will spoil Braiden and we are going to spoil you." Max purred lustily in his ear and it made Harry laugh, before realising that the five of them were going to be in a their own private villa, with no baby, no family, no distractions for long enough that his stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. Perhaps leaving Braiden with Marianna wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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The place they arrived at was dark, but the humid heat made Harry feel like stripping off and running around naked. It was hotter here than it was in Britain and France; they had been told by Marianna that it was eleven in the night in Guadeloupe. It was no wonder that Marianna insisted that they get up early and arrive at her house at three in the morning. They were all tired, but after they had eaten, they were going straight to the hotel and to bed, so they could get their bodies in time with the local time.

Draco led the way around from the dark corner the Portkey had dumped them and they found the restaurant quickly.

Nasta did all of the talking in rapid French that only Blaise could keep up with and they were quickly led to a beautiful table that seated five, with a gorgeous view and Harry made sure he had the seat closest to the window so he could peek over his shoulder and look outside.

"I bet it's even more gorgeous when the sun is rising." He said wistfully.

"Before we leave, you will see a sun rise and a sun set." Max promised, leaning over to nibble on his neck. This holiday was bringing out Max's more passionate side and he was wasting no time in showing it.

"Behave!" Nasta chastised as they were given menus and asked to order drinks.

Harry heard the word champagne and heard Nasta quickly decline before ordering them all fruit drinks and glasses of water.

Harry sucked on his straw from his fancy glass with the little green umbrella and he grinned as Blaise looked at his drink in disgust.

"You could have at least allowed us one glass of wine with dinner."

"While Harry is pregnant we will support him through his non-alcoholic diet." Nasta said simply.

"I don't mind you drinking alcohol." Harry said. "I never liked the taste of it anyway, I was never refined enough to enjoy it."

Harry indicated with his glass to Draco and Blaise, who were both grumbling snobbishly to one another about not being allowed wine when they had been allowed one glass with dinner since they were twelve.

Nasta chuckled. "I just didn't want them drinking so soon, love. Not when we're going straight to bed after dinner. Do you need help with your menu? It's all in French."

"Please. I want something with pasta."

"They boast a lovely ravioli." Nasta told him.

Harry grinned. "I've never had ravioli."

"Never?" Max asked scandalised. "I've never made ravioli for you?"

"No." Blaise answered. "I didn't know you could make pasta from scratch."

"Of course I can!" Max said scandalised. "I made that lasagne from scratch. I'll make you some when we get home, love. I can't believe you've never tried it."

Harry frowned and looked down at the table top.

"I've never tried a beef burger." Nasta said casually, though he was looking at Harry whilst pretending to peruse the menu. He saw Harry's head come up and he felt better that he had saved the mood of the night.

"You've never eaten a burger?" Draco asked.

"I'm surprised that you have." Nasta answered.

Draco actually went pink. "Blaise and I…we were in between our fourth and fifth year at Hogwarts, we went to a nearby town in Wiltshire and we saw a Muggle stand. We were hungry and it smelt nice."

Harry actually laughed at how embarrassed Draco sounded at confessing to eating a burger from a vendor.

"I had a burger once." Harry told them. "Uncle Vernon bought one for himself and Dudley and the nice man handed me one before Uncle Vernon could whisk me away. I didn't like it much, it made me feel sick from all the oil and grease, but the onions were nice."

His mates were saved from answering by the appearance of their server, who took their orders, topped up their glasses and then the mood was saved as the awkward tension passed when Harry almost climbed over the back of his chair because an iguana passed in front of the window.

"Sit down, Harry." Nasta said, but he was laughing so much he could have said almost anything to Harry, who was trying to follow the iguana through its procession through the windows.

"What is it?" Harry asked as he looked at the funny lizard as it cocked its head at him. Harry did the same and heard not only his mates laughing but other diners too.

"It's an iguana, Harry." Blaise told him.

Max came and lifted him back into his chair, but Harry still tried to crane his neck to search for the errant iguana.

"You'll see plenty of them on Guadeloupe, apparently they roam wild." Draco said as he read through the file that Marianna had given them. "There are also wildlife parks and aquariums if you'd like to see some animals."

"Can we, please?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Of course we can." Nasta answered as he sucked twice on his straw of fruit juice.

"You look sexy doing that." Harry whispered loud enough for their table to hear. "I can suck better than you though."

"Oh, you think so do you?" Nasta challenged, his voice dipping lower.

Harry chuckled, his voice deeper than it had been in a while. He almost couldn't wait until they got back to the hotel room, he was almost tempted to say fuck the dinner, fuck me instead, but he didn't as his stomach grumbled under the table. He'd eat dinner first; he'd need the energy for later.

Harry's mouth watered as he was served his meal and he ate happily, making sure he tasted everything. He even took the forkful of food that was offered to him by Nasta.

"That's nice." He said. "What is it?"

"Trout meunière." Nasta answered with a perfect accent that he didn't usually have.

"Nothing can compare to Max's cooking, but this comes close." Harry flattered, looking at Max through his eyelashes as he put more of his ravioli on his fork before putting it to his mouth.

"So you're saying my cooking is better than a real chef's creation in their area of specialty?" Max asked. "You are so getting it tonight."

Harry laughed even as he twitched in his loose linen trousers and his stomach clenched in arousal. He couldn't wait for later.

"Won't it hurt the baby?" Draco asked.

"No." Harry replied immediately. "You wouldn't even know I was pregnant if it wasn't for Claire. With Braiden it took eleven days before I was dragged to Madam Pomfrey and she told me that I was pregnant. Braiden was fine with all the sex we had for those eleven days and even after! I swear if you try and deny me sex I will tie you down, suck you hard and fuck myself on you."

"You promise?" Blaise whispered lustily.

Harry had trouble swallowing and took a deep drink of his fruit drink, sucking exaggeratedly on the straw and hearing four muffled growls around him.

They were offered a dessert menu when their main plates were cleared away and before any of the others could decline; Harry took a menu and asked Nasta to translate it for him.

"Don't you want to get to the hotel quicker?" Blaise asked one hand disappearing under the table to give himself a short, subtle tug as his smart trousers restricted his blood flow.

"I want to fill up first." Harry said teasingly. "I have enough room for dessert, plus I could use the extra energy, we all could."

"However much you want to eat." Draco agreed as he looked at his own dessert menu. He luckily knew enough French to translate himself, which left Nasta to help Harry and Blaise to help Max.

"What are sorbets?" Harry asked.

"It's frozen, but it's made with egg whites and fruit purees, so it's a healthier choice for a dessert." Nasta said approvingly.

"I want a mango sorbet and a passion fruit one!" Harry exclaimed.

"I want the coconut sorbet." Draco decided.

"Papaya sorbet." Max said with a grin.

"Let's get one of each sorbet then and share them." Nasta suggested. "That way we can try them all."

Nasta gave their order and it wasn't long before a selection of the frozen, ice cream like desserts were placed on their table. Only they weren't creamy at all, they were ice, bursting with flavour and very delicious and refreshing.

Harry's favourite was definitely the strawberry sorbet and particularly the lime one, while Nasta preferred the coconut. Max liked the mango and Blaise favoured the passion fruit. Draco enjoyed them all except for the guava sorbet. None of them much liked the guava sorbet or, strangely enough, the raspberry sorbet, which Draco loved.

They all fed one another and enjoyed themselves immensely. They were all done and finished and Nasta asked the server to have their car bought around as he paid for their meals. Harry still couldn't believe that Marianna had hired them a car.

Harry yawned and leaned against Draco, his seat belt securely on as he kept his eyes peeled open to see the beautiful place they were in, but it was now nearing one in the morning and it was dark.

"We'll see more in the morning, cariad." Nasta told him.

Harry hummed, but kept his eyes open. He was semi-hard and he wanted to do something about it with his four lovers as their baby was being looked after by Marianna.

"Do you think Braiden is alright?" He couldn't help asking.

"I'm sure he is just fine, Harry." Max told him.

"Of course he is." Nasta told him. "Blaise turned out fine didn't he? And it's always said that grandparents are more patient and more careful with their grandchildren than their children. You always look after something more carefully if it isn't yours."

Harry smiled as the pressure released from his gut. He hated feeling that Braiden was going to be distressed without him.

They arrived at the hotel they were staying in and Harry almost lost his breath. It was beautiful. It looked like a jungle, full of trees and flowers and plants, with little bungalow cum villas studded around, held off the ground by stilts and close together, but far enough apart for privacy, Harry grinned as he realised that their neighbours weren't going to be able to hear him scream tonight whether they used silencing charms or not.

They arrived at the front desk and Max got the key to their own villa. The hotel staff were lovely, though one of them kept darting their eyes up to his forehead, Harry took this to be the magical resident staff on duty. Their suitcases were already in their villa, like Marianna had said they would be and Harry darted around exploring everything in their villa, watched by his amused lovers who occasionally had to remind him not to run and to be careful.

The bed was huge with white linens with red borders, it looked like two king beds pushed together, magic had had a hand in its creation. The bedroom opened up onto a large decking balcony via a sliding glass door that had a gorgeous view of the ocean and the beach and as Harry was stood by the railing, looking over, arms encircled his waist and lips were pressed to the nape of his neck.

Blond hair blew in front of his eyes from the ocean breeze and Harry turned his head to kiss a bicep.

"It's gorgeous here, Draco." He said softly.

"I'm sorry I tried to stop you from coming here. I had no idea how miserable you were until I saw your face light up in the restaurant."

"I wasn't miserable, just a bit…stifled. Suffocated. I needed a bit of room to move and instead of giving me that room; you've given me an endless expanse of space to stretch in." Harry answered throwing his arms wide. "This place is better than I could have ever imagined! This is going to be a perfect first holiday!"

Draco turned him around and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips soundly.

"I love you and I'm sorry if I've hurt you at all since our mating. I love you."

Harry went onto his tip toes and put his arms around Draco's neck, squeezing tightly and trying to offer himself as comfort.

"Let's go to bed to reaffirm just how much we love one another." Harry purred into one of Draco's perfect ears. "Let me show you how much you're forgiven and how very much I love you."

Draco chuckled deeply and let Harry lead him back into their bedroom where Max and Nasta were checking through their suitcases.

Harry spun Draco around and shoved him onto the bed beside Blaise before climbing onto him and kissing him, little hands burrowing under the shirt that Draco was wearing to play with pretty pink nipples.

"Hey! Not starting without us are you?" Max asked, a naughty grin on his face as he watched Harry attack Draco's mouth with a little tongue and a whole lot of vigour.

"You're here aren't you?" Harry asked breathlessly, leaning back down to attack that perfect, pale neck with his teeth.

Draco, fed up of lying on his back, rolled Harry over and took over his mouth, his hands shredding the shirt that Harry was wearing before roving over every inch of bared flesh. Harry couldn't hold in the moan that came from the back of his throat.

Draco pulled back from him and ripped off his own shirt, his muscles rippling under his pale, perfect skin. Draco threw the, now buttonless, shirt aside before leaning down to claim Harry's mouth as his own once more. Harry's legs slipped around Draco's hips and the heels of his feet dug into the base of his spine, forcing his hips to push forward into Harry, who moaned again at the contact.

"I feel left out." Blaise said a hint of a bass growl in his voice that sent a spike of arousal through his ears and down to his aching cock.

"It's been too long!" Harry groaned.

"It's been less than a week." Max replied incredulously. "My chest still doesn't feel right."

"Stop talking and kiss me!" Harry demanded and Max fell to his knees beside the bed, pulled Harry's shoulders to the edge of the bed so his head was hanging over it before giving him such a passionate, dominating kiss that Harry's toes curled.

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Missing Scene

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Max stood up and picked up a drowsy, half sleeping Draco from the floor and dumped him on the bed before collapsing onto it himself with a moan.

"Every muscle aches." He whined, his voice raw.

No one replied, no one could reply. Draco was almost asleep, Blaise was asleep, Nasta was possibly unconscious and Harry was still trying to get his breathing back under his control.

Max moved Nasta in short, sharp tugs and laid him against the pillows, yanking out the duvet as he did so. Nasta groaned and swatted at him proving that he wasn't unconscious after all. Max bopped Nasta's head before he pulled Draco, by his arm, to lie against Nasta. Draco hissed sleepily at Max, who bopped Draco's head too.

Max moved Blaise to lie against Nasta's other side, Blaise did not wake up. Lastly Max scooped Harry into his arms and flumped down on the bed, holding Harry tightly to his chest, pressing Harry's back to Blaise's back, before he reached down and tugged the duvet up to cover them all.

"So much for getting to bed early to rise with the sun to alter our body clocks." Max rumbled before he moved around to get himself comfortable before he stilled, waiting for exhaustion to take him over so that he could fall asleep.

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Remus smiled as he looked through the pictures of his school days and early twenties. Sirius and James grinning and laughing, Lily smiling as she stroked her baby bump, a toothless, grinning baby boy who was reaching clenching hands towards the camera, James sat behind him holding the little boy under his armpits to prevent him from toppling forward. James had always been so overprotective of Harry it was a wonder he had ever learnt to walk.

He smiled sadly and he wished Lily and James and Sirius could be here now to see how their beautiful baby boy had turned out. Sirius had been hopeless with a baby Harry, but there was no denying that he had seen Harry as much as his own son and later in life, he had given a teenaged Harry sound advice, an ear to listen to him and a body to turn to when things got rough.

He missed them. He missed them dearly and with Harry growing up so fast and off having his own baby, it felt like he was missing everything, that everything was going too quickly for him to catch up with and he hated thinking that Harry was off having sexual relations with men and getting pregnant when he was just seventeen. Even James and Lily had waited until they were twenty and married before planning a baby.

Remus rubbed his gritty eyes and he sighed. He wished with all of his heart that they could be here instead of him. What was he doing with his life? Who did he really have? James and Lily, even Sirius, could have been doing something and been something to someone. Harry deserved them, all three of them, instead he got an old, tired werewolf who was no good to anyone.

Sometimes he dreamed that he had a Wife and children, maybe four. Four seemed like a good number to him. He wouldn't be a werewolf in his dreams and there would be no danger of hurting or infecting his own children.

Perhaps the dreams were just a by-product of his conflict of opinion with Tonks over her want of a relationship with him, despite him giving her a list of cons against the idea. He wanted what she offered so badly, but how could he ever accept? No matter what he did or how many dreams he had, he was a werewolf, older than her by thirteen years, hated, disgusted, as poor as the most impoverished man, he had only what gold Harry had put into his vault, which made him feel even worse about his situation.

He didn't deserve Tonks, she didn't deserve to be hated just for marrying a werewolf, her children deserved better than being ridiculed and bullied because of their Father.

But sometimes, sometimes he wished he could just give in and say yes, that he would stay with her. He would be loyal; he would love her and care for her, even if he couldn't provide for her. Deep down he wanted children and he wanted a Wife as wonderful as Tonks. He wanted to settle down, but no sooner did he have these thoughts did he push them away in anger. He could never have his dream. It was too dangerous, no matter how much the woman he was coming to love begged him, no matter how much she pleaded and beseeched him to just try, he couldn't. He couldn't do it to her and he couldn't do it to himself. It was hard enough to stay strong now, to keep himself away from his dream, to keep her out of harm's way. If he agreed to 'just try' the relationship then he would never have the strength to walk away from her. He was not that strong.

He looked to the grinning baby photos he had of Harry, of which there were numerous, and he smiled. Harry was as close to a son as he was ever going to get and he cherished the memories and the photographs he had of time spent playing and looking after the adorable little boy.

His biggest regret was his weakness after James' death. Of his selfishness. How he could have treated Harry so poorly was a disgrace and he spoke to James and Lily, asking for forgiveness every night for his abandonment of their fifteen month old son because deep down, he was a very selfish man.

He had left a broken, bleeding, recently orphaned fifteen month old baby that he had sworn to James and Sirius was like his own son because of his own pain. Harry had just lost both of his parents; Sirius had been arrested and thrown into prison. Harry would have been confused, scared, uprooted from his home and all familiar faces and dumped on a family who had neither loved him nor cared for him.

He could have been the only familiar face Harry had, he could have been Harry's rock, he had been offered a house in the same neighbourhood as Harry, but he had turned it down and he had selfishly cut all ties and run away, cradling his pain and his hurt to his heart.

Harry had looked so much like James, so very much like his Father. Like the brother that he had lost. He hadn't even been able to look at a photo of Harry, let alone go and see him in person. He hadn't wanted to see Harry. The pain was unbelievable, his entire pack destroyed in one night, it had hurt. Harry had reminded him so much of James, had looked just like him in miniature form that he had just packed and left, leaving Harry to rot in a cupboard at a place where the people held absolutely no love for him.

He had regretted his selfish decision for years now, ever since he had decided to cautiously peek in on Harry twelve years later when he had briefly taken the Defence Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. He had kept his distance, he had watched him from afar and he marvelled at the amazing person that Harry had become. He looked less like James and more like Lily as he had grown older. He was such a kind, caring, loving boy that Remus had wept over his selfish, cowardly decision to leave the little baby that boy had been behind. Twelve years he had lost. Twelve years where he could have been with Harry every day of his life, where he could have spared him the pain of his childhood. If Sirius had not been sent to Azkaban, no matter how useless he was with children, Sirius would have taken Harry in without having to think about it, he would have taken Harry in despite his looks and resemblance to James, regardless of his own thoughts and feelings and he would have done his best to care and provide for him for the rest of his life.

But not him, oh no, he had run. He couldn't take the pain, couldn't get past his thoughts and feelings on the matter so he had abandoned Harry. His best friends' son and he had never regretted anything quite so much in his life.

This was his punishment, he penance for abandoning Harry. He was miserable now because Harry had spent fifteen years being miserable growing up with the Dursleys, who he had only just found out had been abusing and neglecting Harry since that very first day that he had been left with them, until the day that he had left their care when he himself had picked him up the day after his birthday a year ago.

The shame he felt for leaving Harry to fend for himself, the horror at finding out that the sweet, kind boy he knew had been beaten, starved and locked in a cupboard and who knew what else every day of his life that he was in that house. It made him sick, it made him weep and it made his revulsion at himself hit a new high. He had done that to Harry, he was to blame. He had abandoned that baby boy and as a consequence Harry had been mistreated when if he had had the strength and guts to stay as any other decent person would have, he would have noticed anything amiss with Harry and put a stop to it before it had really even begun. He was to blame and nothing he would ever do would make up for it.

"Remus?"

Startled Remus looked around and hastily wiped the tears from his eyes and face as Tonks stared at him.

"Why are you crying?" She asked softly, coming over to him and taking note of all the photo albums opened to James, Lily, Sirius and baby Harry.

"Oh." She exclaimed, giving him an understanding smile. She brushed his tears away, but Remus took hold of her hands gently and pushed them away, hating himself further for the hurt look on her face.

"You caught me at a bad time." He told her, hoping that she would leave, but a part of him didn't want her to leave, not truly.

"I haven't seen you in a few days; I thought I'd pop around to see if you'd given anymore thought to what I asked you."

"I keep telling you, Tonks. I'm too old for you. Too poor and a werewolf besides."

"I keep telling you that I don't care, Remus. I'm an adult woman now, I can make my own decisions and I have made up my mind!" Tonks told him, brushing bubble gum pink hair out of her eyes.

"My mind hasn't changed." Remus told her, shoving down the part of him that wanted to take her into his arms, kiss her breathless and never let her go.

"Have you even thought about it?" She asked.

'Only every single day.' He thought, but out loud he simple said. "There is nothing to think about, Tonks. The sooner you let it go, the happier you'll be and then you'll realise what a mistake you are trying to make."

Tonks made and angry frustrated noise, her hands making a sharp, chopping motion as her fingers clenched, like she wanted to hit him, or perhaps throttle him, but she did neither as she stepped right into his personal space. For one moment he thought that she was going to punch him square in the face, he would have deserved it, but she seized his head between her hands and yanked his face to her own into a demanding, fierce and violent kiss full of desperation and determination. She was never going to give up and as Remus slid his arms around the back of her slim body, pulling her towards him to crush her body against his, he thought that maybe it actually was a good thing that the Black family were all hard headed, steel willed and stubborn to a fault.

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Harry blinked open his eyes and wondered sluggishly what had woken him. He listened and he could hear birds singing and nothing seemed amiss. Except he could only hear four sets of breathing noises.

Harry bolted upright and looked around him frantically, he was in Draco's arms, Max behind him; Nasta was behind Draco and Blaise on the other side of Nasta. His baby wasn't here. He couldn't hear Braiden breathing or crying. His baby was gone.

Harry looked around the room and he didn't recognise anything, the bright, retina burning sunlight that poured through the sliding glass doors lit everything up in a golden glow and as Harry spotted the ocean through those doors, he remembered. Marianna had Braiden. She had sent them to an island called Guadeloupe for a holiday before they went back for their final year of school.

He breathed in deeply and massaged his chest before getting out of bed. His entire body ached pleasantly and every muscle burnt with strain, but he felt loose and nimble. More relaxed than he had in months.

He cleaned himself off in the sink, dressed and headed to the fireplace in the living room, to the pot of floo powder they had been given by the wizard hotel staff on duty last night; he wanted to visit Braiden to make sure he was alright.

He stopped as something niggled the back of his mind before remember what had happened the last time he had done this. He put the pot of floo powder down before he trekked back into the bedroom.

He kneeled on the bed and touched Nasta's shoulder, shaking him gently and carefully so he didn't wake up any of the others.

"Nasta!" He whispered urgently. "Nas!"

Nasta groaned and rolled over, but this had the fortune of waking up Blaise, who blinked sleepy indigo eyes at him.

"What's the matter, mio amore?" He asked softly as he rolled onto his back and stretched, every bone in his body cracking as Blaise made a sound of happy pleasure, sinking back into the mattress.

"I want to visit Braiden, but thought I'd better tell one of you where I'm going first."

Blaise nodded and sat up. He stretched again, this time without his bones cracking and he stood up. He leant over the bed and licked Nasta's ear, who murmured in his sleep. Blaise bit his ear lobe and Nasta's hazel eyes snapped open and he glared at Blaise over his shoulder.

He rolled onto his back and stretched, much like Blaise had; only he didn't sit up.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he spotted them both, his voice gruff and sleepy.

"Harry wants to visit Braiden; he wanted to tell you where he was going. I've decided to go with him."

The proud, happy smile that Nasta gave him made Harry feel tingly and warm. Nasta flicked his head towards the living room.

"Go on then, don't be too long though, I want these two up, I want us all dressed, fed and showered and I want to see what this place has to offer."

"Haven't you ever been to Guadeloupe?" Harry asked curiously, Aneirin had told him that he had taken Nasta to every country in the world at least twice.

"Never Grande-Terre, where we are now. I've been to Marie-Galante several times, Basse-Terre once, but Dad's associates here were never very accommodating of three kids and didn't like Dad visiting for very long, he was only invited to the very important meetings that never lasted very long, it didn't leave much time for exploring and I have never see the eastern half of the butterfly island or Les Saintes."

Nasta sounded so excited that Harry chuckled. "I just want to see how his first night was without me and maybe feed him as I cuddle and cwtch him."

Nasta chuckled as he heard the Welsh word and beckoned him over. Harry went and was dragged into a passionate kiss as Blaise hurriedly dressed himself.

Harry and Blaise flooed back to Draguignan and found Marianna blowing raspberries on a pudgy belly.

"There you are. I was expecting you an hour ago." She told them as she handed Braiden over immediately.

Harry cuddled and kissed his contented son, whose blue eyes were now more purple than blue and tracked his face almost obsessively as Harry held his baby up to eyelevel. It was strange having his face studied so intently by such a young baby but Harry smiled widely and hugged the tiny body to himself regardless.

"Was he alright?" Harry asked.

"He was fine, darling. He takes after Blaise. Such a good, quiet baby. He only cried twice, once after you had left until he fell asleep and then at one in the morning for a bottle."

Harry looked at Marianna. "He cried after I left?"

"He missed you, darling, all babies miss their Mothers. He soon settled down, he's fine now and slept happy. How was your first night on Guadeloupe?"

"It's lovely." Harry replied, accepting the bottle that Marianna passed him and fed Braiden, who latched on immediately and started eating.

"I was hoping for you to come by soon, I didn't feed him his midmorning bottle because I thought you would like to."

"He hasn't gone hungry has he?" Harry asked.

"Of course not, he started wailing for food just before you arrived, I was cheering him up by blowing raspberries on him."

Harry nodded and fed his little baby, enjoying the weight of him in his arms. Blaise came and stood behind him and wrapped arms around his chest, supporting Braiden as well.

Blaise rested his chin on Harry's shoulder, watching as Braiden suckled, before turning his head and laying a kiss to Harry's neck. A camera flashed and Harry looked up to see Marianna smiling, a camera in hand.

"I need to document my son's happiness." She explained as they both stared at her. "Speaking of which, I found Blaise's baby photos for you, Harry darling. You and your lovers can come and look through them when your holiday is over."

"Mother, no!" Blaise cried.

"You can't deny your mates the privilege of seeing how cute you were running around the house naked."

Blaise actually blushed and Harry threw his head back and laughed.

"If it makes you feel better I'll contact Narcissa, Myron and Aneirin and ask them for a get together to show all of their baby pictures too."

Harry felt left out that he couldn't be included in the showing of baby photos as he didn't have any parents and the people he had been left with hadn't taken any photos of him ever. The only photos he had with a baby him in them were one with both his parents and one with his Father. There weren't any more.

He smiled bravely and burped Braiden, happily changing him and dressing him, before Blaise said that it was about time they got back. Harry held Braiden and kissed him, but found it hard to let him go when it came to it.

Marianna took the baby and Blaise led him back to the fireplace and flooed him back to their hotel to find Nasta up, dressed and fed, watching over a grumbling Max who was poking at his breakfast and a half asleep Draco, who was eating a bite every other minute.

"There you are. How is Braiden?" Nasta asked.

"He's fine. He's bigger and his eyes are more purple, but he's fine." Harry answered, sitting down and digging into his breakfast.

"I don't see why we have to get up." Draco grumbled, putting another forkful of food into his mouth and chewing sluggishly.

Max seemed to have woken up a bit over breakfast, but Draco looked half dead and Harry grinned as he finished his food and stretched.

"Harry, you have food on your arm." Nasta deadpanned.

"Oh." Harry exclaimed, looking at the food as if he hadn't smeared it there himself. "I needed a shower anyway; I'm covered in dry sweat. Come on, Draco, a bit of cold water splashed on your face will wake you up."

Draco let Harry pull him up and followed him into the bathroom, where there was a toilet, a sink, a bath and a shower stall. It was the shower stall that Harry was the most interested in because it had a solid steel bar running across the top of it for the shower curtain and one simple reinforcement spell meant it was perfect for his naughty thoughts.

Harry stripped himself and Draco looked away.

"Don't you like what you see?" Harry asked, making his voice seem upset.

"You know I do, but I think my cock is broken."

Harry laughed and he sauntered over to Draco, playing with him and teasing the bared skin just above the waistband of the boxer shorts he was wearing.

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All Harry could hear was running water and Blaise and Max laughing their arses off at them. Nasta gently pulled him out of the shower and handed him to a chuckling Max, who had a towel ready and waiting to wrap him up in while Nasta extracted Draco and the shower rail.

"Seriously, what were you thinking?" Nasta berated them.

"I'm thinking that the reinforcement spell I used needs to be stronger the next time." Harry answered. "I never let go of it though, Draco."

Max started laughing again as he towelled Harry's body dry before his hand stilled on his stomach. All laughter vanished and Harry was up in the air before he could ask what was wrong, Max's nose and tongue pressed to his abdomen, being licked and sniffed.

Max let out a relieved sigh.

"No sign of damage or injury." He reported. "The fall never hurt him or the baby."

"Of course it didn't, not only did I land on my knees, I landed on Draco." Harry laughed. He was on too much of a high from everything to even berate Max for sniffing and licking at him without asking first.

"Did you really not get enough action last night?" Max asked. "We'll have to improve ourselves if we're going to satisfy our little minx here, lest he start killing us off one by one due to sexual frustration."

That did get Max a bop to the head, but Max just laughed it off and gave him a kiss, waving his wand to dry his hair and body properly before giving him to Blaise to make sure he got dressed.

"And don't try having sex on the bedside table! Its spindly legs won't last a minute."

"Then why don't you come and give me one on the bedside table then, you don't last a minute either!" Harry shouted back and heard Max roaring with laughter from the bathroom.

"Cheeky little fucker!" Max called to him.

"What was that, Max, I didn't hear you properly, you like fucking my little cheeks?" Harry shouted back.

Blaise let out a surprised burst of laughter and more laughter came from the bathroom as Max came out and started play wrestling with him on the bed, digging gentle fingers into his sides and making his eyes stream with tears as he wiggled and squirmed.

"No! We don't need this baby having a squirming fetish too!" Harry gasped, giggling as Max stopped tickling him only to lean down and kiss him.

"Nasta says we're going exploring today. It's very hot outside so I'm going to cover you in sun cream."

"Your cum doesn't count as sun cream mind." Harry told him.

Max chuckled and snatched up a big bottle of factor fifty sun cream, squirting it onto his hands, rubbing them together before plastering Harry's naked body with it.

"I'm sure every inch doesn't need to be covered!" Harry whined as Max had flipped him over after finishing his front and his hands went from his back, over his hips and to his bum cheeks. "When is my bum going to be bared to the sun?"

"You never know." Max growled in arousal.

Harry tutted and kicked his legs back and forth.

"Are you done yet?" He asked as Max made sure every individual toe was coated.

Nasta dragged Max off and started coating the larger man's body with the cream, quickly and efficiently, making sure all major areas were covered before shoving him towards his suitcase to get dressed.

Nasta took the excess cream off of Harry and helped him dress in a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, before he finally covered himself and dressed.

"Are we all ready?" He asked.

"Yep!" Harry answered, not even batting an eyelash as Nasta's hand curled around his own as they left their little villa and started making their way out of the hotel.

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Harry laughed as he was chased onto the white sand of the beach. The sun was just setting and he had had an amazing day exploring Grande-Terre with his lovers. There was so much to see, so many things to do, he had learnt a bit of French, he had witnessed Blaise going into a screaming match in French with a market seller and he had walked down roads and across beaches hand in hand with one of his mates.

Now the day was coming to a close and they were on the private beach of the hotel and it was empty.

"Stop running, Harry!" Max shouted at him.

"I'm fine you spoil sport!" Harry called back as he and Blaise ran side by side, laughing.

Blaise seized him around the waist and pulled him down onto the sand, making sure he landed on his body before rolling around the hot, sun baked, sand laughing.

The others joined them and fell about laughing, even Draco, who after repeating numerous times throughout the day that Malfoys didn't act like fools Harry had gotten fed up and tipped a bucket of crabs down his back. Draco had chased him for half a mile before Nasta had scooped him up and held him out of harm's way. Draco had loosened up after that and after Max had pointed out that no one was around to notice a Malfoy acting like a fool in the first place.

Harry made several sandcastles with the bucket and spade that Nasta had gifted to him when they visited Grande Anse and he had called it Castle Dracken, which made his mates laugh even as Max dug him a 'moat' around Castle Dracken and Harry made a high tower that was called Braiden's Bridge.

Harry had loved Grande Anse beach, he had even seen a sea turtle and he had followed it as it made its way to the ocean.

They stayed on the beach watching the sun set down below the horizon and afterwards Nasta carried him back to the hotel because Harry was knackered from his day in the sun. They ate at the hotel restaurant, but Harry waved away the dessert menu, telling the others they could eat more if they wanted, but he was full.

They waved away dessert too and Harry was carried through the 'jungle' and up to their villa where Nasta stripped him and tucked him into bed. Harry was asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

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On the second day they visited Maison du Cacao in Basse-Terre for five euros each and it was amazing to walk around the gardens of cacao trees, learning about how cocoa was produced, seeing the green, orange and pink fruits growing from the very top to the bottom of the trees. Having a demonstration of how the ripe fruits were cut from the tree trunks with an axe, being shown how the seeds were fermented under the hot sun to the making of cocoa paste. They were even given a taste, though Harry didn't need Nasta to wave away the staff when they tried to give him 'liqueur au chocolat' as he would have done so himself. He did enjoy the hot chocolate drink though.

Most of their second day though was taken up by the promised visit to Aquarium de la Guadeloupe, which was amazing. Their tour guide was a helpful, friendly man who was almost as indulgent towards him as his own mates as he looked at everything and put his hand into every open tank. They happily visited the mangroves and coral reef and even went snorkelling in the lagoon, which Harry had been sure that he would have been left out of, but Nasta, after looking a tad apprehensive, had agreed to let him try it.

They spent eight hours in the aquarium and with all of the equipment they needed supplied and the exceptional knowledge the staff showed, they hardly wanted to leave, but they were hungry when they came back to Sainte-Anne and Nasta hustled them all into the nearest restaurant and ordered them a filling meal before they headed to back to their hotel.

The third day Harry wanted to go swimming, so they stayed by the hotel swimming pool, Max teaching Harry how to swim as Draco and Blaise messed about near Nasta, who was swimming fast, perfect laps of the pool.

"I can't do it!" Harry complained as he tried to do as Max showed him whilst watching Nasta's slick body carve through the water like a fish.

"Stop looking at Nasta's gorgeous body and concentrate, if you want to swim then do as I tell you."

"I can't!"

"Nas! Stop distracting Harry, he's getting hot and bothered and he'll drown!"

Nasta finished his lap and stopped, coming up for air and grinning. "Maybe you should take him out of the pool then before he has an accident."

"I don't want to leave!" Harry pouted as he did an awkward, very hilarious version of a doggy paddle over to Nasta.

"How did you swim in the Triwizard tournament?" Blaise asked curiously. "You had to go into the lake for the second task."

"I got given Snape's stolen Gillyweed and my hands and feet went webbed. I could just scoop the water and move really quickly."

"Keep your fingers together then." Nasta encouraged. "It won't be as big a scoop as when you were under the effects of Gillyweed and you won't be as fast, but it'll work."

Harry kissed Nasta and he did as he was told, but it was slow going as he didn't use his legs properly to move himself.

Later that night Harry was sat on their bed bouncing up and down, reminiscing all about the things they had done so far. Max placed a hand over his mouth and kissed him.

"Quiet down, we know what happened, we were there. Now shush or I'm going to plug up your mouth."

Harry chuckled. "Are you going to take advantage of me because Blaise and Draco are showering whilst Nasta bathes?"

Max grinned wickedly and turned over onto his hands and knees and pinned him on either side, leaning down to kiss him.

"I don't think I'm up for sex, I'm too tired after today and the swimming lessons, but there was something I wanted to try before we left, something that I've been thinking about and wondering about for a while now." Harry said curiously.

"What's that, love?" Max asked, his voice deepening, his own curiosity piqued.

"Stand up for me."

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Missing Scene

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"That was a good scene to walk in on." Draco commented as he walked around the bed to get to his suitcase of clothes.

Harry swallowed obscenely and looked at Blaise who was in the doorway just staring open mouthed and Nasta who shook his head and brushed past Blaise to get his own pyjama bottoms.

"I wanted to try it." Harry rasped, his throat red raw.

Nasta kissed him and laid him back against the bed, dismantling his pillow stairs to place them back at the head of the bed and crawled in to cuddle around him. Draco cuddled his other side, Blaise crawled in behind Draco and Max fell onto the bed beside Blaise, sated and happy. They all fell asleep quickly and happily.

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The fourth and final day in Guadeloupe was spent exploring. Nasta got them onto a ferry and took them over to Les Saintes and after looking around and buying various little trinkets, they got onto another ferry to go to Terre-de-Haut where they ate lunch at a place called Café de la Marine. Everything was so beautiful, the sky was blue and cloudless, the sea was a deep blue and transparent when up close, the sand was white and hot and everything was so amazing that Harry hardly wanted to leave.

They travelled back to Basse-Terre where they made a trip around the botanical garden named Jardin d'Eau and from there they went to Parc des Mamelles and Harry really didn't want to leave as they explored all the different animals, crossing bridges that went from tree to tree and over ponds and rivers.

Nasta snapped photos with the camera that had been present throughout their trip and Harry grinned happily and posed for every photo that Nasta took, or he at least posed for the ones that he knew Nasta took, there were some where Harry had been so engrossed in what he was doing or looking at the animals that he didn't notice the sly photo being taken now and then.

They finished off the day with a tour around the sugar cane factory in Port Louis, in north Grande-Terre which took two hours. Learning how the sugar was grown and its history was so interesting as they walked through the media rooms dedicated to the sugar cane, before going out and exploring the fields, but the highlight for Harry was most definitely taking a trip on the old sugar cane railway.

Harry was sleepy and happy when Nasta led them back to the hotel for dinner and then to bed. They hadn't stepped foot in the onsite spa, which made Harry grin, his mates were obviously not taking any chances with the steam room.

They all went to bed early and Harry was glad to have had a chance for a holiday, but he couldn't wait until he was home again with Braiden.

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Harry woke up and stretched, it was still early, the sun had yet to come up and he grinned to himself as he noticed that he had had a pretty damn good dream last night.

His mates were all sleeping soundly and they probably had an hour or so before breakfast was served and they had to leave the hotel, but until then, Harry decided that one last romp in the bed before they left was a very good idea.

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"What did we just do?" Draco moaned.

"Celebrated our last time in this bed before we go home." Harry answered. "We had to go out with a bang."

"I'm going out with a banging headache." Blaise complained.

"I have a potion in my suitcase for that, love." Max said from the foot of the bed, one large arm thrown over his eyes.

"I'm starving now." Draco told them.

"Me too." Harry answered. "I don't think I'll make it down to the restaurant though."

"I feel revived and invigorated." Nasta told them, proving it by standing up and stretching, Blaise's release clinging to the top of his light six pack, Harry's on his abdomen where it had slipped out of Blaise and his own and Draco's release making his soft length glisten.

"You look sexed up." Harry giggled.

"And whose fault is that?" He asked, raising a sexy eyebrow at him.

Harry laughed and rolled himself up, groaning as his own weight was put on his bum. Nasta chuckled deeply and scooped up him and Blaise too and he carried them both to the bathroom.

"Bring Draco, Max. We need to get them cleaned up before we leave."

Max groaned but dutifully scooped up an angry Draco and carried him kicking and complaining into the bathroom.

"Stop that." Nasta ordered Draco as he turned on the shower and stepped under with Harry and Blaise.

Draco stopped reluctantly, but Max did put him down on his own two feet. Blaise too went onto his own two feet, but Harry was content to let Nasta wash and pamper him for a bit.

They made sure everything of theirs was packed and even some things that weren't as Harry robbed all the little hotel shampoos, soaps, and a flannel with the hotel name printed in the corner for keepsakes.

Nasta and Max carried the suitcases down into the main part of the hotel and left them behind the desk as they went to have breakfast. They went down to the hotel's private beach after breakfast for the last time and Harry quickly collected another bag of seashells for his already large collection and some pretty pebbles and even a few fossils.

"Don't you have enough of those?" Draco asked as Harry dug up another shell.

"No, I've never been on a beach before we came on this holiday, I love it! We'll have to go to the beach with the kids when they're older whether I'm pregnant or not. I love it! The sea, the sand, the shells, the sandcastles, the fun and the sun! I just love it."

Max scooped him up and kissed him. "We love you, Harry and we're happy to have given you this experience, even if it should never have been your first time on a beach."

"Of course we'll take the kids to the beach." Nasta told him. "I swear it."

Harry smiled wonderfully at him and Nasta felt his breath catch as Harry actually glowed with utter happiness. He was almost sad to rip Harry away from this place, but their Portkey would be leaving soon and no matter how much fun and excitement they had had on this holiday, it would be nice to go home and to see Braiden again, he had actually missed waking up in the night with the little boy, the night feeds had become their bonding time and he really had missed it.

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Harry took hold of Braiden and hugged him tightly. He had missed his baby so very, very much. Everyone was there to welcome them home. Marianna had invited them all to her home because she knew that that is where they would come first, because Braiden was here.

Myron, Richard and Ashleigh were hugging Max, Alayla and Talia were grinning as Max blushed. Aneirin had taken Nasta into another room as soon as they had arrived home, leaving Sanex to run wild with Caesar. Narcissa was kissing Draco's cheek and remarking on his good health and how the sun had done him good and Harry smiled as he held Braiden, wishing deep down that he had a parent to welcome him home from his holiday and ask him how it had been.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Harry turned to see Remus smiling down at him. Harry turned with a grin and hugged him with all his might. Remus may not have been a parent, but he was the closest thing that he had to a family member that he had had when he was a baby.

"You look amazing." Harry told the man and he really did. His skin and hair looked healthier, he looked happier, he had fewer lines and wrinkles on his face and his robes were nice. Not expensive or lavish, but nice.

Remus smiled and Harry saw the playful man that used to run around on the full moons with three illegal animagus'.

"I've been feeling better lately and I've been happier." Remus answered.

"Is there a reason for this?" Harry prodded as he shifted Braiden up onto his shoulder and sat down on the settee.

Remus followed suit and sat down with him, he looked as nervous as Harry had ever seen him.

"I have started seeing someone." Remus explained carefully, avoiding looking at Harry.

"Really? That's wonderful! Do I know them?"

"I…yes, you do."

"I do? It's not Professor McGonagall is it?" Harry demanded.

"What?" Remus asked with a horrified laugh. "No! No, it's…well it's Tonks."

"Really? Well she seems like a nice enough woman and if you're happy that's all that matters, where is she? Why didn't you bring her?"

"She's in work today, Harry."

Harry grinned at the goofy look on Remus's face.

"You really do love her don't you? When are you going to get married? I expect an invite for me and the guys."

"Married? Harry we've only just begun a relationship." Remus said flabbergasted.

"Alright, but remember that anything could happen and it's always a good thing to marry the woman you love before she gets pregnant, otherwise she'll just think you're marrying her for the baby." Harry replied as he laid his own baby across his lap and tickled his belly.

"What baby? Harry, I'm not sure what you know of relationships, but most do not end up with babies."

"Really?" Harry asked, pulling a confused face. "Mine did."

"Well Braiden was a stroke of luck due to your creature inheritance." Remus said as he took a tiny, baby hand between his fingers. "The book Nasta gave me explained that you wouldn't get pregnant again right away."

Harry pulled a face. "Remus, I'm pregnant again. Nine days along."

Remus looked for a moment like he would faint.

"How?"

"I didn't so much go onto a heat as my body became heated enough through outside factors to conceive and I did."

Remus pulled Harry into a hug and held him close.

"It'll be alright, you'll be fine." The werewolf soothed.

"I know. I just didn't want to be pregnant quite this quickly. I am going to make sure that this baby is the last for a while."

"Oh, you know it's only the one then?" Remus asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned.

"Harry, Dracken pregnancies are typically multiple babies. Only the first pregnancy is usually one baby."

"Kimberly had several single births before…"

"It doesn't matter; Kimberly is from a whole different generation. She is decades older than you are and the strain of the times and conflict that she was living through would have messed with her breeding and fertility. You on the other hand are a young, virile young man living in a time of peace, there is every chance you are carrying multiple children."

Harry mouthed wordlessly for a bit before he stood up and strode over to Max, he stood right in front of him and glared up at him.

"What did I do?" He asked as he cowered away from that poisonous glare of his little submissive.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry demanded.

"Tell you what, love? Whatever Caesar has said then it is likely a lie."

"Why didn't you tell me that this baby I'm carrying is likely more than one baby?!" Harry snapped.

"It might not be." Ashleigh told him. "The circumstances under which the baby was conceived might mean that the usual Dracken breeding statistics don't apply, Harry love."

"Is there any way to find out?" Harry asked.

"Not before your first scan."

"Why can't I have my first scan now?"

"Because you won't be able to see anything." Myron told him patiently. "The scan won't pick up anything visible until the baby, or babies, have had a chance to grow."

"If I am carrying more than one baby then you and the rest can look out!" Harry threatened and stomped off with Braiden.

"I think now is time for some light hearted relief." Marianna exclaimed. "Remus, be a dear and go and fetch Harry back. Myron, go and find out what Aneirin is doing to his poor son, I'll fetch us some tea and then the fun can begin."

Harry sulkily sat on an equally sulky Nasta, who had had both his ears chewed off by his Dad for not taking care of his submissive properly, though Aneirin had been a bit lenient because Harry had gotten a holiday after all.

"Right, you have been home for an hour and already your faces look like you have been hit with a soggy loaf of bread. Drink your tea and let us make you feel better…by embarrassing the hair from your heads."

Marianna picked up a delicately embossed photo album that had Blaise Mariano Zabini scripted on it in elegant cursive along with Blaise's birth date; the twelfth of October nineteen-seventy-nine.

"Mother, please no!" Blaise begged as he stood up so quickly his tea cup shattered.

"This is Blaise's baby book; he was such a cute baby."

Marianna opened the book to show a baby that was at least three days old, lying on his stomach wearing just a nappy.

Blaise started speaking in rapid French and Nasta started laughing as Marianna giggled at her son, but she obviously ignored him and what Harry suspected were threats as she turned the page.

"Aww, Blaise, you were so cute." Harry cooed. "You look so much like Braiden."

Max pulled Blaise down and made him sit through the entire baby book and the three photo albums after that that went through his childhood and all the way up to this summer. Blaise shoved his face into his hands at the naked pictures of his baby self, the bath time photos, the grins with the missing baby teeth and the picture where he was cuddling a stuffed toy when he was twelve.

Marianna took out a single photo from behind her back and Blaise went pale.

"What photo is that?" He demanded.

"This is a very special photo just for Harry to put in his own photo album; I thought he'd enjoy it."

It turned out to be a picture of a six year old Blaise wrapped around a five year old Draco as they slept on a rug in front of a fire place.

Draco went pink and Blaise went red when Harry cooed over the photo and thanked Marianna.

"Now that Marianna has finished, we can move onto Max." Myron said with a smirk that was so evil that Harry cackled and he went to sit on his lap so that he could see the photo album better.

"Wait, wait wait, is this what all this is about? You're going to show off all of our baby pictures?" Nasta asked his face whiter than paper.

"Of course. It's every parent's right to embarrass their children with photos." Narcissa said with a dainty laugh.

"You too, Mother?" Draco asked, his already pale face going grey.

"Of course, Draco darling, you were the cutest, most handsome baby I'd ever seen, I want to show you off."

They sat though Max's huge baby book, all the way to his adult years, from tiny six pound baby to eighteen stone man. Then they went onto Draco's baby book, seeing the very cute, pink ball with blond fluff for hair to the pouty child and the angular teenager and finally the man he had become.

Aneirin delighted in showing Nasta's baby photos, from the miniscule three pound baby, the very happy and healthy child with the huge grin, there was a very cute picture of Nasta between his two older siblings, standing head and shoulders shorter than Sanex and coming to his sister's elbow and another one where Aneirin was carrying Nasta on his shoulders, little legs in a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt that was in a foreign language which Nasta told them was Polish. Harry had never seen any of them blush so much and he delighted in laughing at them from his place still sat on Myron's lap.

"Alright, Harry, you're next. You've spent all day laughing up us, now it's your turn." Max stated.

"You'll have to go without then, I don't have any baby pictures of myself." Harry answered sadly.

"Did those people not take even one photograph of you?" Ashleigh asked in surprise.

Harry shook his head. "No, they made me stand out of the shot and then, when I was older I was the one taking the pictures."

Myron hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead.

"I've got two pictures." Harry admitted as he stood up and went to his suitcase. He dug out the photo album from where it was wrapped in his invisibility cloak.

"You took your cloak and photo album on holiday?" Nasta questioned.

"I take them everywhere I go." Harry replied as he opened the book, skipped over the pictures of his parents and Sirius and Remus and showed them the two pages, on one side a picture of a smiling Lily and James holding a baby Harry between them and on the other side a picture of James holding a grinning toddler.

"Oh Harry, you were beautiful." Ashleigh sighed. "You can really tell you're a submissive Dracken."

"Really, how?"

"The eyes." Richard answered, pointing out how large and alien Harry's eyes looked in his head.

"Can I tell with Braiden?" Harry asked.

"Are you saying Braiden's a Dracken, Harry?" Myron asked him perceptively.

Harry grinned and he looked to his adorable little son. He felt it was a bit too early to tell them that he had birthed a Dracken, but it didn't matter too much.

"Yes he is. I smelt it on him as soon as he was born."

Ashleigh squealed excitedly and grabbed Braiden's little hands and shook them gently as his mates looked on proudly. Blaise more so than the rest as Braiden was his biological son.

"Back to the question, can I tell if he'll be dominant or submissive?"

"You can hardly ever tell using the eyes alone." Myron answered giving his two mates a reprimanding stare. "It's so difficult to tell, you'd be better off treating all of them the same, boys and girls, as one of my sisters thought that she was going to be a submissive just because she was a girl and she turned out to be a dominant. We thought for years that Caesar would be a submissive and he turned out as a dominant. You can never truly know until their inheritance, you can only make educated guesses and even then they could be wrong."

"You what?" Caesar demanded.

"We all thought that you were a submissive Dracken, Caesar." Max chuckled before turning to his parents. "You used to tell me to treat him like the girls, because he was delicate and easily hurt."

"Caesar had wide eyes too, not as wide as yours though and he was so slim and slender, very androgynous, I had hoped that he was a submissive."

"Please stop talking." Caesar begged, covering his burning face.

"He shot up days before his sixteenth birthday and gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time. We still thought that he might be a submissive, but when he woke up on his sixteenth birthday, he was the man you see before you, only less of a man and more of a boy, but he was a dominant like Max."

"This is where I come in." Remus said with a grin. "You might not have any baby photos of yourself Harry, but I do."

Remus pulled out a bright blue photo album that had a picture of Lily and James on the front of it.

"James thought it would be fitting to put a picture of himself and Lily on the front rather than a picture of you." Remus explained as Harry carried Braiden over to sit on his lap to see photos he had never seen before.

There was of course the mandatory bath photo, only baby Harry was covered in so many bubbles it was hard to see him.

"That was Sirius' fault. He preferred showers so he didn't realise that you only needed one capful of bubble bath. He poured in half a bottle before he started seeing bubbles and he finally stopped pouring, you of course found it hilarious." Remus said as he pointed out Harry's wide grin. "You had such an infectious laugh."

Harry giggled and he turned the page.

"Now this was a cute picture." Remus said as he showed everyone a year old Harry wearing a pair of lopsided sunglasses that were far too big for his face. "Those were your Mother's favourite sunglasses, of course you loved them and she let you have them, you broke them the day after this photo was taken by snapping out the lenses."

Harry laughed and he even stroked the photos with his parents in them with such a wistful, longing look on his face that it brought lumps to everyone else's throats.

The required naked photo of Harry even made him laugh as he was in the back garden of his parents' home, in the pouring rain, covered in an inch of mud and muck. The only parts of him not covered in mud were his eyes and nose, one elbow and half a peachy, pert bum cheek.

"You can keep these, Harry." Remus told him as they finished the book and it was closed.

"But they're yours." Harry answered.

"And I'm giving them to you. I have my memories, Harry. I remember all of these situations and the long days I spent with you and your parents, you don't have that, you don't have those memories as I do, so you can have the photos, you need them more."

Harry hugged Remus tightly and he didn't let go, whispering a soft 'thank you' into Remus' ear.

"Now that we have thoroughly embarrassed you, how was your holiday? I was so excited when Marianna told me what she'd done; I wish I had thought of it! What did you see, what did you do?" Ashleigh asked.

"Oh it was wonderful!" Harry said enthusiastically. "We took loads of photos; I saw an iguana and a sea turtle and I went to a beach! An actual beach!"

"You've never been to a beach before?" Sanex asked astonished.

"I have now, I've been to three beaches and I picked up so many little shells! Nasta says they're from dead molluscs and crustaceans, but they looked so pretty!"

Harry recounted everything they had done and seen, talking so happily and quickly that it made them all smile as Harry told of the wildlife parks, the botanical gardens and the aquarium.

"And Nasta even let me go snorkelling when the boat with the window in the bottom stopped! We saw so many little fishes and Max said he saw a shark, but I don't think he did because no one else saw it."

"I did so see a shark!" Max pouted.

"It sounds like you had an amazing time." Marianna told them. "Braiden and I were fine, though I had forgotten how taxing a young baby could be. Do you boys feel better?"

"Much better." Harry replied. "I think I even got a tan! Despite Nasta's orders that all of us wear factor fifty sun cream all day every day."

"Nasta only made you do that because I forgot to cover him when he was eight and he got the worst sunburn I have ever seen." Sanex replied. "His skin was peeling for weeks. And he was red raw and he was in constant pain. I got a beating for that."

"You did not get a beating." Aneirin denied. "I just clipped you around the ear."

"And then spanked me so hard I couldn't sit down." Sanex pouted.

"You could have caused Nasta to get skin cancer!" Aneirin growled. "Your baby brother!"

"He's not a baby anymore." Sanex said.

"I'm fine." Nasta stressed. "I got one skin mole and that was the end of it."

"Is that where it came from?" Harry asked. "I love that little mole."

"You mean you love running your tongue around it." Max chuckled. "Makes me wish I had one for you to play with."

"Maximilius!" Myron berated. "There are women and children present, including your own Mother and your own child!"

Max looked abashed but he was grinning still and Harry chuckled.

"I can't believe you went four days without cooking, or did you sneak a camp stove into your luggage again?" Talia asked her brother.

"The food was really nice." Max told her.

"Not as nice as Max's, but it was nice." Harry explained further.

"Aww, he really loves you, Max." Caesar cooed.

Harry chuckled and happily fed Braiden when he woke up, wailing for his dinner. They said goodbye not long after that and flooed home for the first time in days and just the smell of Max's home made him sag in relief and it made him so glad to be home.

They all left their suitcases by the fireplace and went into the kitchen; where Max threw open all of the windows and the back door before making them all a cup of tea.

"It's good to be home." Harry said with a smile as he sipped on his honey tea.

"You see this place as home?" Max asked a happy, hopeful glint in his eyes.

Harry nodded and he swallowed a mouthful of tea. "I gave birth here, this is home to me. Though we might have to upgrade in a few years when we get more kids as you only have two spare bedrooms, though that won't be for a long, long time yet. Just let me enjoy the babies I have before giving me anymore, okay?" He asked.

Max came and kissed him deeply and Harry made a small noise in his throat. Things got heavy and passionate and then Braiden started sniffling and squirming in discomfort as he started emitting a very bad smell.

Harry laughed as Max backed away. "It's good to be home." He repeated as he took Braiden to the changing mat they kept at the end of the kitchen to change his son's dirty nappy.

Max started on making them a late dinner and he was so infectiously happy to be back in his own kitchen in front of his oven that it made the rest of them happy.

Harry changed Braiden and happily handed him off to Blaise, who silently asked for the baby by holding out his arms. Harry went and sat on Nasta after disposing of the soiled nappy, Nasta who then wrapped his strong arms around him and kissed the back of his neck.

"We should get to bed early tonight, perhaps with the aid of a very light sleeping potion, just enough so that we can sleep, but not enough to keep us sleeping through Braiden's cries. We should go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up your school things before it's too late, you only have a few days left before you need to leave."

Harry nodded and as he was served a plate of food, the conversation turned to their school schedule and child minding duties. After dinner and all of the dishes had been washed and put away he readily agreed to take a sip of the light sleeping potion to make him drowsy enough to fall asleep and he cuddled up with his mates, in their own bed and snuggled in until he fell asleep a little while later, dreading when Braiden would wake them up crying, he had become accustomed to sleeping in and his body was not going to welcome the screaming baby in his ear again and though he was looking forward to going back to Hogwarts again, he realised with a grin that he wasn't looking forward to it as much as he had in the past as he hadn't even made his count down chart that summer.

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A/N: That's it! It's finally over and I'm still alive! Though the muse is a sucked dry, shrunken husk. Make this one last lovelies; you won't be getting another one for a long while after this as I'm taking a break to actually enjoy the summer for a bit without worrying about writing the next update. Though the next chapter is Hogwarts! Yes, they are finally back in Hogwarts next chapter.

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NoirxAnge: An all-female Dracken couple can only have baby girls because a female has an XX pairing of chromosomes; you need a 'Y' chromosome to make a baby boy, something which two females' together lack. As a male has XY chromosomes, an all-male Dracken couple (or harem) can make both boys and girls because the combination their chromosomes can make are both XX (girl) and XY (boy), but boys will be more easily made than girls.
The two female Drackens do not care that they can't have baby boys, with how difficult it is to get a child they're just glad to have a healthy baby at the end! Does this make more sense?

Max didn't almost hurt Harry or Braiden, not at all, he went feral because he was injured and could smell fresh blood that belonged to him so his Dracken shoved to the front to protect him, as there is no denying that a Dracken has more going for them in a fight than a human.

Starvision89: A Dracken can be a Metamorphmagus yes, but Teddy Lupin will not be. The werewolf blood he will get from his Father will cancel out any Dracken blood he may get from his Mother, so the Dracken DNA will not take hold as it will be eliminated by his stronger werewolf DNA before it has a chance to turn him.

alinemcb54: I do not listen to music while writing. I can't listen to anything when writing, it has to be completely silent, which is why I write better during the early morning than any other time, if there are other noises I can't control around me, I'll put the TV on a random channel and leave it on low, not low enough so I can't hear it, but low enough that it doesn't distract me. I'm terrible with distractions, if something gets my attention and can keep it, that's it and muse fades away and I lose my thread of thought.

I have some descriptions of the characters written down, but they're all in my head and I can pull up a picture just by thinking about them. Alexander's hair is not grey, it's chestnut brown with hints of grey, but not fully grey.

Braiden does not have a Godmother or Godfather and you'll find out what they decide to do about Braiden in the next chapter.

It is possible for a dominant to be infertile, but only through a very serious accident or castration. He will not become impotent or suffer with erectile dysfunction through any age related or hereditary reasons.

The name Braiden is Gaelic and I have always loved it. If I ever get a son he'll be a Braiden too. Who did you want to see from the Dracken meetings?

BlueRoseUK: Nasta has his grandfather Hywel Delericey, his great-grandfather Dai Delericey and still has his great-great grandfather Urien Kruger, who was mated to Nesta Delericey. They are a very robust family.

As to the punishments, Draco was biting Harry, not because he was in a public place, but because Harry wouldn't stay still long enough for him to get a proper hold on him so he couldn't spank him so he settled for biting. Nasta's biting isn't trailing off, he just tries to resort to words more than physically reprimanding his submissive and subordinate dominants, though if they are persistent he will punish them properly and bite them.

Harry could become trapped between feuding dominants, but as Nasta is the top dominant what he says goes. Nasta could overrule any punishment he sees as given unfairly and none of the others could stop him, they could bitch and moan all they like, but unless they can change Nasta's mind, it sticks. Blaise couldn't overrule Draco in the early chapters because Draco was more dominant than himself, Blaise was not top dominant in that situation even if he was the first mate, so likewise if Nasta gives a punishment that none of the other's agree with, they couldn't interfere like Blaise couldn't when Draco got out of hand.

GrasshopperKnight: It would have to be a very bad accident, almost lethal and likely fatal to damage the wings, which are tucked up very tightly to the spinal cord. But if it did happen, the child lived and the wings happened to be damaged and were untreatable, then the Dracken would possibly be facing a lifetime of being alone, the same as if the Dracken had a very embarrassing or humiliating colour or pattern to his wings or scales. Nearly all submissives are spoilt, vain little girls and the rare, selfless, kind indiscriminate submissives are snapped up quickly by others, there are not enough submissives to go around the dominants and even less good submissives to go around all the deserving dominants.

Khealis: I never actually gave much thought to the female Drackens because they were never a very big focal point in the story what with the majority of the main characters being male, but I would assume that the human menstrual cycle changed to tie in with the heat period, so that when she is on heat, she is also at her highest point of ovulation, if she gets pregnant, she doesn't need to worry, if she doesn't get pregnant, the unfertilized egg is disposed of, hence her period.

Sarah Louise Jones: It is very possible, out of the five babies Harry is currently pregnant with; it is highly, highly unlikely that all of them belong to one dominant. Any one of the dominants could have fathered any number of babies; Max could have one, Nasta two and Blaise two. The only one who can't be a Father to one of the babies Harry carries is Draco because he never had sex with Harry when he went onto that freak heat.

dandeliongurl: Harry healed himself with an accidental burst of magic that was controlled almost completely by his emotions. He had a little cut on his lip, a bruise to his stomach and he managed to stabilize his pregnancy, I'm afraid he does not have the skill, nor the knowledge, to heal both Richard, who the best Healers money can buy couldn't heal nor could he heal Ashleigh, who is barren.

ladilyn: Why would it be obvious that Harry is a creature because he has a pregnancy with five babies? I know she was called octomom, but the woman who carried those eight babies wasn't called a creature. It's rare but it does happen and with four lovers it's almost expected for Harry to have multiple children as a male who can get pregnant from other males does not have an egg that his lovers needs to fertilize, so a multiple pregnancy isn't caused by him releasing two or more eggs for his lovers to fertilize but by how many of the DNA pairings match up properly to form a baby, so really it's more of a surprise he had just the one baby than him having the five from a wizards point of view, but not from a Dracken perspective.

You are completely correct on the one point though, the little mention of the babies being viable at four and a half months was dropped deliberately and you are actually the only one to have picked up on it. Needless to say Harry will not be able to carry this clutch to term.

Nasta is technically on leave, he is doing paperwork for the reserve, he visits now and then and will give advice to the junior handlers and he will go to the reserve in an emergency, but he is on paid leave because he is still doing work for the reserve.

Tsukkina: I said that Harry had a passing resemblance to Brent Corrigan, but the whole head is all wrong. The body though…

As for the other's looking like actors, no. I have yet to find anyone who looks remotely like Nasta or Max or the way I see Draco and Blaise, I'm sorry I can't be more of a help.

Nene: I have started to read Merry gentry, but I find that I love Anita Blake so much more. I just can't get into the Merry Gentry series; do they pick up a bit more after the first few chapters? Because that's all I've read even though I have the first five books.

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