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Being A Consort	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Hey Uncle George, Uncle Ron!”

“Hey Squirt, what are you doing here?” George asked as he ruffled the young girl’s dark hair.

“We just got my Hogwarts stuff.” Jamie bounced excitedly as she spoke. “And look, I got my wand!” She pulled the thin piece of wood from a bag in her hand and pointed it at the older of her two Honorary Uncles.

“My word! Are you really that old already?!” George gasped and grabbed his heart, pretending the shock was killing him. “I could have sworn you were only seven yesterday!”

“Uncle George, My birthday was months ago!” She huffed.

George ruffled her hair again. “I’m just messing with you.”

“Well stop messing with her, leave the poor kid alone, and do some work for once!” Ron exclaimed and shoved a box at his brother.

Without so much as a glance to the item in his hand, George discarded it on the counter behind him and leaned against it, laughing when Ron started mumbling under his breath about, “lazy ass older brothers”.

A bell clanged over head as the older ginger asked, “So, what type of wand is it?”

“Um…” Jamie started rummaging through her bag for the box her wand came it.

“Fourteen and a half inches, holly with a dragon heartstring core.” A smooth voice said as a blonde man came around a shelf.

“Yeah! Mr. Ollivander said it was a perfect mixture between Daddy’s and Papa’s. Right?” She glanced up at Lucius just to be sure. He smiled and nodded as he adjusted the sleeping five year old on his hip.

“So where is my eldest son? I do hope he hasn’t annoyed you into doing something drastic.” Lucius said with a glance around the joke shop.

The bell rang again. “Haven’t a clue. Last time I saw him, he was rushing toward the door saying something about a craving for…”

“Onions and orange sherbet.” Draco finished as he came waddling around a corner. “We have onions but I had to go to the Ice Cream Parlor to get the sherbet.” George’s face greened at the combination.

Jamie squealed and ran toward her heavily pregnant brother. “How is my little niece or nephew doing?” She asked and placed a hand on his belly, squealing again when she felt a kick.

“Killing me with kidney punches.” Draco replied and rubbed his lower back with the hand that wasn’t holding a huge tub of orange sherbet. Then he bent as much as he could and whispered in her ear. “I know we were going to wait to find out, but between you and me, it’s a boy.”

The girl squealed for a third time and opened her mouth to speak but Draco clapped a hand over it. “George doesn’t know yet. He’s being punished for getting me the wrong kind of yogurt last week.” He said and glared at his redheaded husband then looked back at his little sister. “You can tell dad and Liam though.”

“You asked for blueberry and ketchup!” George insisted.

Draco turned to him and stomped his foot. “I did no such thing! I wanted strawberry and taco sauce. Why would I ask for blueberry when I’m allergic to it?!” He dropped his scowl as he turned and walked to his father. “Hi dad!” He said brightly and brushed a hand through his sleeping brother’s hair, who leaned unconsciously into the touch.

Lucius shifted the small boy’s weight again so he could press a hand to his son’s stomach for a moment. “When are you due again?” He asked as he moved his arm back to hold Liam up.

“Three weeks.” Draco beamed and put his own hand on his large baby bump. “Then we can get to work on making this one a younger sibling.” He grinned when George visibly paled.

As much as the redhead knew he’d enjoy the end result, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle a pregnant Draco a second time. Maybe he’d carry their next child himself.

With a small smile, Lucius looked at Jamie. “You just might get to miss some school.”

“So? All I care about is becoming the World’s Greatest Aunt!” She shouted.

The boy in Lucius’ arms moved and whined a little. He tilted his head and blinked up at his father. “Home yet?” He mumbled sleepily.

With a smile, Lucius replied, “No, not yet. But look who’s here.” He turned so Liam could see his big brother.

“Morning, sleepyhead. You ready to be an Uncle?” Draco asked. The blonde boy nodded and yawned loudly before curling back up against his papa and going back to sleep.

“He had a big day. It was his first shopping trip through the entirety of Diagon Alley. Nearly wore himself out before we even ate lunch.” Lucius smiled fondly down at the messy mop of hair. “He probably won’t even remember seeing you today.”

Draco kissed his little brother on the cheek before turning toward his husband and thrusting the quickly melting sherbet into his hands. “You guys can come over for lunch on Saturday and help finish the nursery.” He offered.

“Yeah! Can we papa, please?!?!” Jamie begged.

“Of course, we can.” Lucius replied. “But we need to get going. We’ve got one more stop to make before we head home.”

“Alright. We’ll see you on Saturday.” Draco said and pulled his sister in for a hug. He patted his dad on the arm since he was holding Liam and then headed toward the stairs. “George!” He called from halfway up. “Get up here! I want some ginger with my sherbet!”

George looked torn between excitement at the prospect of sex and fear of what his blonde husband was going to do to him with the frozen treat.

Lucius chuckled at his expression as he went toward the door after Jamie.

“So grandpa…” She giggled at his scowl. “Would you like to know what your first grandchild is going to be?”

“It’s a boy.”

Her jaw dropped. “Draco already told you!” She accused.

“No, but all first born Malfoys are male. It’s been that way for generations.” Lucius explained as they walked out of the shop.

“But I’m not a boy.” Jamie argued.

“Neither are you a first born.”

“I am between you and Daddy.” She countered. Lucius fell silent and thought about that. She did have a point.

“Papa, can we go to Quality Quidditch Supplies before we leave?” She asked as they made their way down the alley.

“I suppose we have time. Why?”

“I want a new broom.” She stated glumly.

“You already have the best broom on the market. You don’t need another one.” He said with a note of finality.

“I… I want a Firebolt.”

Lucius nearly stopped in his tracks in his surprise. “Firebolts are sixteen years obsolete. Why would you want one of those?”

The young girl had stopped and was now kicking the ground with the toe of her shoe. Lucius turned and waited for an answer. “Well?”

Jamie mumbled something under her breath.

“Excuse me?”

“Because it was dad’s favorite.” She repeated just loud enough for him to hear over the bustle of the alley.

Lucius gave his daughter a small, sad smile and pulled her into a one armed hug. “We can get you a Firebolt.” He whispered as Jamie’s arms wrapped around him.

“Thanks, Papa.” They continued walking until they reached the quidditch shop.

Reaching into his pocket, Lucius pulled out a few knuts and handed them to the eleven year old. “Run inside, grab an order form and a catalogue.” She was back in five minutes, tucking the booklet into her bag as she exited the building.

Once they reached the apparation point, Lucius tightened his hold on Liam and took Jamie’s hand. With a crack they disappeared and reappeared outside of the gate to Hogwarts.

Keeping hold of her hand, they headed up the path toward the school but took a detour down a less worn path halfway there.

After a short walk, they reached a wrought iron fence surrounding a large patch of lush grass. It was where those that died on the side of the light during the Final Battle, along with Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, were buried. Jamie pushed the gate open with her free hand and they wound their way between the headstones.

Before they reached the one they were looking for, they stopped at a different one so Jamie could say hi to her Uncle Fred, whom she never had the honor of meeting.

When they got to the right one, a shiny, white marble, the small family sat down in front it, Lucius placing Liam in his lap since his arms were getting tired.

“We miss you, daddy.”
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