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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769600 -:- Recommendations : 73 -:- Currently Reading : 221
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Last Time
Harry yawned once again and he rubbed his head on the pillow and curled in his toes a moment, before tucking his knees up a little more. He’d gotten what he wanted after all, in the most amazing of ways, though he really hadn’t wanted to wait. Though he had had more fun in the arcade than anywhere else, and he couldn’t wait to show the two new teddies to the kids in the morning when they went to get them back, after a rare lie in and some morning sex. That would go a long way to relieving all of his stress and make him feel much better, but first, he wanted some much needed sleep to recover his strength and energy.

Chapter One Hundred-Seventeen – Halloween

October had shaped up to be a hellish month for all of them and Harry would be glad to see the back of it. Eva and Ave, at nine and a half months old, had had their dragon pox vaccines and that day would be remembered as a cacophony of screams and noise from the twin girls. Draco had kept them up in the master bedroom, just lying with them on the bed as they screamed and their arms bruised black from the injection site.
It was thankfully a week after that, and the girls were back to themselves and though still bruised, that was lessening every day, much to their relief, and likely for the comfort of the twins too.
Harry was just starting to be encumbered by his pregnancy and he was finding some everyday tasks a little more difficult than he usually would have. He was four months pregnant now, two days from being seventeen weeks along.

“Harry, do you want anything?”

Harry blinked at hearing Max’s voice and it took him a moment to understand what was being said.

“No, I’m okay.” He insisted. “I just want to sit and rest.”

Max bent over the back of the settee and looked at him, his face concerned.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “It has been a hectic month, what with Nasta’s illness, Blaise’s birthday, the girls’ vaccines and two weekly baby scans, I’m just a little run down. I just want to sit here and not move.”

Max smiled then and bent further to kiss him. “Just sit still then, love. The kids are all in bed, you don’t have anything to do, and I’m happy to get you anything you need, so just shout out if you want a tea top-up. How is the thunderer?”

Harry patted his belly, and the baby within kicked out. “Still awake. He’s not going to let me sleep easy tonight.”

“Maybe we should put the wireless on your belly, lull him to sleep with Celestina Warbeck.”

Harry shivered as he remembered Mrs Weasley playing those songs over and over when he’d gone there for one summer.

“I would rather sit awake with him kicking my kidneys all night.” Harry declared.

That made Max laugh loudly, and it made Harry smile to hear him.

“Let me go and get my own tea and I’ll come back and cuddle you.” Max said, dropping another kiss to his head and hurrying to the kitchen.

Harry sighed and rested back against a cushion. He stroked his belly and smiled. He was four months pregnant, he only had three more months to go, and soon, he would start building his nest, and possibly going through his nesting instincts, where he would tear the house apart under the guise of cleaning it frantically, from the corners and crevices, to the skirting boards and the back of the cupboards. He wondered if he would be doing that next month, in December, where it would clash with the Christmas preparations. That was going to be a hectic time too, as he’d be five months pregnant, almost six, when Christmas rolled around. He could be nesting, which would mean he’d miss Christmas, the quintuplets’ second birthday and perhaps even Eva and Ave’s first birthday which was the middle of January. He hoped not, he really didn’t want to miss out on so much, he’d hate it, but he knew that it couldn’t be helped and that frustrated the hell out of him.
Max slumped next to him and took a large gulp from his mug before putting it down and throwing an arm around him, pulling Harry to rest on his bulk. Harry hummed happily and curled up, making himself comfortable.

“You still doing okay?” Max asked him.

“Better now that I have you to cuddle.” Harry insisted. “Is the kitchen all clean and sterilised?”

Max snorted. “Yeah, it’s all ready for breakfast tomorrow.”

Harry fell silent and just snuggled into Max, resting on him and before long he found himself dozing.

“Is he asleep?” He heard Draco ask.

“I’m not sure, I think he is though. Either way he’s relaxed for the first time in days and he’s comfortable.” Max answered.

“Do you want another cup of tea?”

“If you don’t mind. I don’t want to move him.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s good to see him taking a moment.”

“Who’s taking a moment?” Blaise’s voice asked them at normal volume.

“Shh.” Draco scolded. “Harry is, do you want tea?”

“Sure.”

Harry heard Blaise sit down on the other settee with a groan.

“The kids drive you mad?”

“I’ll tell you now, with them getting older they’re giving us more of a run around. What happened to the good old days where we could lay them in their cots and they’d eventually go to sleep? Every time I turned around tonight another one was climbing out and running to my legs…or Nasta’s.”

“Where is Nasta?”

“Grabbing a quick shower. He’s in work early tomorrow.”

“So they’re all asleep?”

“Yeah, even those twin terrors. Thank Merlin we’re only having the one.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that, you know he hates the girls being called terrors and you know he’s sensitive about the clutch number.”

“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m glad he’s only having a singleton for all of our sakes, but especially his. Don’t pretend that we weren’t all worried out of our minds at that scan, waiting to hear the clutch number.”

Max sighed and Harry felt the movement under his head as he rose and fell dramatically.

“I was so worried I couldn’t sleep the night before the scan.” Max admitted. “I was just lying in our bed, all night, staring at the ceiling. Finding out that our little thunderer is all alone in there. Hell, Blaise, it was the greatest news we could have heard. I really don’t think Harry would have ever gone through with a selective reduction, not even to save his own life.”

“I don’t like telling him what to do.” Blaise said. “But when he had the quintuplets, I was all for him having the selective reduction back then, and he was so passionate in his refusal and now look. Could you imagine a life without Calix? Without Leolin and Regan? Because you know that as the smallest, weakest babies, they would have been the ones chosen to be terminated.”

“He was healthy back then.” Draco’s voice broke in and Harry heard him sitting on the settee next to Blaise. “He’s…after what I did to him, he…he’s not in the best position to be pregnant at all, if he had been pregnant with multiples, he would have had to have gone through with the reduction. He can’t leave us.”

“We wouldn’t want him to leave us.” Max said sadly. “That’s something entirely different.”

“I couldn’t imagine life without him.” Blaise said softly.

“It didn’t happen, stop creating scenarios that didn’t happen.” Nasta’s voice joined them and Harry heard him towelling his hair.

“How do you do that? Just turn up and understand what we’re talking about from one comment and then immediately make us all feel better?” Blaise demanded.

“I’m your top dominant for a reason.” Nasta said simply. “Someone needs to care for you all, and stop you from talking about things that won’t happen. We don’t need to talk about selective reductions anymore, it will only upset Harry and tomorrow is going to be difficult enough for him. He’s having just one little boy and we can be thankful for that, grateful, but there is no need to create nightmare scenarios of what could have happened. Don’t torture yourselves, or each other, with things that are not going to happen.”

“I love you.” Max declared.

“I love you too.” Nasta said easily and there was a shadow over Harry’s closed eyes and he heard them kiss above him.

A touch to his shoulder and a sigh.

“How is he?”

“Enjoying the quiet and a sit down. He dozed off about twenty minutes ago.” Max said. “Just a short nap I imagine. He’ll be awake with the next round of tea.”

All four of his mates laughed and then quickly quietened themselves. Harry could almost feel them looking desperately at him, praying they hadn’t woken him.

“That was close. We need to be quieter and let him sleep a little. He deserves a nap after the day he’s had today, and the one he’ll have tomorrow.”

“Leolin is still a little out of sorts, but he is asleep at the moment. He will wake up soon for another bottle, though.”

“I’m surprised Calix isn’t up and causing mayhem.” Draco said.

“He refused both naps today, he was more than ready for bed.” Blaise pointed out.

“He is getting to be a handful.” Draco sighed. “Harry’s worried he’s not getting enough attention.”

“I’m sure he is, it’s just his personality. Caesar was the same, he did naughty things just because he wanted to.”

“Nothing’s changed.” Blaise laughed.

“Not much, at least. He’s just more responsible now, because he’s mated and a Father.”

“Is that what happened to you?” Draco asked.

“I think so.” Max said, and Harry could hear the grin in his voice. “Anyway, I think Calix is fine. He’s just a normal little boy and he likes doing naughty things occasionally. The others will get on board with that soon too. They’ll all be at it once they hit the terrible twos. It’s almost a rite of passage to push boundaries as soon as you’re two.”

“I would like to point out that my beautifully well behaved son is already two and thus far cannot have the word terrible used to describe him.” Blaise said smugly.

“Let’s hope this little boy is yours as well then.” Max chuckled.

“Give Braiden time.” Draco said. “A time will come when he pushes his boundaries too.”

“Draco’s right. He needs to push his boundaries to know what he can and can’t do, otherwise he won’t grow up normal.” Nasta said. “At some point he’s going to start putting a full toilet roll in the toilet, or he’s going to hide our keys or wallets, or try feeding the floor or his teddies, his juice. It’s inevitable, and yes he’ll have to be punished, but as long as were calm and tell him why he can’t do those things, he’ll start learning right and wrong.”

“He’s already had a few tantrums.” Max said. “He’s definitely our little good boy, but damn, have you ever tried to get him off that little trampoline? Or that bouncy castle? He turned into a little monster!”

“You’re a monster.” Harry said, wriggling and moving to stretch.

“Of course you wake up to hear that.” Max chuckled, moving to sit him up and kissing him.

Harry smiled at him and yawned widely. “Tea?” He asked hopefully.

Max laughed and kissed him again. “Of course you can have a cuppa, love. Anyone else?”

“Please, Max.” Nasta said gratefully.

“Do you want chamomile?” Max asked him. “Or are you on a safe break from it?”

“I’m on a safe break, especially being in work tomorrow.” Nasta chuckled. “Just regular black tea is fine, thank you.”

Harry held his arms out to Nasta, who took Max’s place and Harry snuggled into him instead.

“You smell nice and clean.”

“I’ve shaved too.” Nasta smiled at him.

Harry peeled open his eyes and looked to see smooth skin. He reached out to touch Nasta’s chin and cheeks and it made him smile.

“I love you all smooth and sexy.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open.” Nasta laughed.

“I’m tired.” Harry said. “I’m four months pregnant now, it’s just getting a little bit more difficult to do everyday tasks and I need to sit down more often.”

“You should take things easier, bello.” Blaise told him.

Harry nodded. “I’m okay. I just need to sit down a little more often throughout the day. My appetite has picked up too.”

“Good. You could stand to eat a little more, and you know it’ll make Max’s night to hear that you’re hungrier than normal.”

Harry chuckled, but said nothing as he turned and rested on Nasta, who was feeling a little bulkier than usual.

“You lifted weights before you hopped in the shower, didn’t you?”

“We have a home gym now.” Nasta shrugged. “It’s easier to just pop in there for twenty minutes, do some time on the treadmill and lift some weight to keep myself in shape. It helps me wrestle those juveniles too.”

“Make sure you stay in shape, you can’t let those dragons get on top of you…that’s my job.” Harry grinned.

His mates laughed and Harry smiled, judging that they’d been successfully distracted from their previous worry about him. He was supposed to be the worrywart of their mateship, though he understood their concern, but Nasta was right, he just really did not want to hear hypotheticals about that dreaded selective reduction, and he really didn’t want to think on whether he’d have actually gone through with it if he’d been carrying multiples. He wasn’t, he was carrying just his little thunderer and he was grateful for that.
He did think sometimes that his Dracken knew when he was in trouble, when he could handle multiples or when he could only handle a singleton. It wasn’t like he had ‘eggs’ or ovaries or anything like a woman did, so he reasoned that him falling pregnant was less about biology and more about magic and if magic was in charge, then why couldn’t it determine how many children he had or put a block on multiples when he could only handle a singleton?

“Here you go, gorgeous.” Max said, distracting Harry from his thoughts as he put the tray down on the coffee table, handing Harry his cup first, well aware of his current pregnancy sensitivities, though Harry was feeling good, and much more stable today.

“Thank you, sexy.”

“Oh, you’re not going through the crazy urges for sex again, are you?”

Harry chuckled. “No. I think at the moment I’m too tired for anything too vigorous…or anything that remotely involves moving myself from this wonderfully comfortable spot.”

Harry snuggled more into Nasta, who chuckled and squeezed his shoulders while drinking his own black tea.

“When do you think those urges will be back?” Blaise asked, and Harry recognised the look in his purple eyes.

Harry laughed. “I don’t know, they’re random, but I don’t want anything tonight, so if you’re riled up, lover, see if anyone wants some fun and go up now. Or just go use some of those toys and make a night of yourself.”

“You’re the best.” Blaise said, standing to come and kiss him. He drained his tea, placed his cup on the tray and looked at the other three. “You heard him, anyone feeling a bit frisky?”

Draco stood and Harry grinned. Blaise walked to Draco, threw his arms around him, and snogged him. Harry sat there and he could appreciate the both of them together, he got a little twitch of interest, but he really was too tired to do much of anything, and the baby was really running him down today, so he watched as Blaise ran off with Draco and he prepared to give them at least an hour together before he went up to sleep.

“Don’t either of you two want to join them?” He asked.

“I’m up early tomorrow, I could do with keeping all of my energy for that.” Nasta smiled to him.

“I’m on baby duty all night, I’m so not going to get up if I go and sex those two up now. You know how tired I get after sex, I could sleep through a rhino rampage.” Max grinned.

Harry smiled and shifted further onto Nasta and patted the seat behind him. Max immediately moved from his settee over to sit beside him and snuggled into him. Harry smiled.

“This is nice. Wanna watch the news?” He asked.

Nasta bent forward and snagged the remote and switched on the tele. None of them were surprised to find it was on a cartoon channel. He switched over to the news, though Harry was more interested in the local news. He believed it was a good thing to keep up with the local outside world. He didn’t want his family to be seen as anti-social weirdos in the big, isolated house at the end of the street.

“Comfy?” Max asked him.

Harry nodded. “Yes, thank you, love.”

“Anything you need, just ask.”

“I will tonight, I just don’t want to move. I’m too sleepy. As long as you don’t mind, of course.”

“Of course not, love. You say jump, we’ll jump.”

Harry scoffed. “I don’t need you all to jump, just maybe fetch me tea or a snack, and then carry me to bed in an hour or so when Blaise and Draco are done.”

Nasta and Max both laughed and Harry got another squeeze.

“I adore you.” Max declared, kissing his cheek.

Harry swallowed another mouthful of tea and smiled at them both, Max first, and then Nasta. He grimaced and patted his belly.

“Calm down, thunderer.” He said seriously. “You can’t go anywhere, you’re stuck in there until you’re born.”

“Is he kicking again?” Max asked.

Harry hummed and rubbed circles on his own belly. “Damn baby is jumping around like Braiden on a bouncy castle. Maybe he is Blaise’s.” He laughed.

“It doesn’t matter whose he is, he doesn’t belong to just two people, he’s ours, all of ours.” Max insisted.

Harry snuggled in, feeling incredibly happy to hear that. Nothing made his heart melt more than hearing that all of his mates saw his children as their own, despite not being biologically related. It was a very wonderful feeling.
Harry started dozing again, between his two mates, and he could sort of feel when someone took his cup from him, when he was pulled to rest more securely on someone’s wonderfully warm body. It was the baby monitor that woke him up this time, when he heard a high pitched whine.

“Leolin.” He called out, breaking immediately from the grip of sleep.

“I’ve got him, Caru. He just wants a bottle. Max has already made that up for him and I’m going to go and feed him now.” Nasta assured him softly.

Harry was pushed gently over and onto Max’s body and Nasta took the bottle and went upstairs. Harry hummed sleepily and rested back on Max.

“Blaise and Draco should be done soon.” Max told him, stroking his hair and back. “Nas is going to check in on them and then we’ll get you up into bed.”

Harry hummed. “Bed sounds really good right about now.”

“You’ve been dozing for the last few hours, you really need to just be snuggled up in bed.”

“I need a wee too.” Harry said.

“Come on then, let’s sort that out now.”

“I don’t want to move unless I know I can climb into bed.”

“You shouldn’t hold yourself like that when you’re pregnant, love.” Max fretted.

Harry hummed his agreement, sighed and he stood up, stretching gently. He put a hand on his belly and wandered just outside the door to the bathroom.
He yawned as he did his business, his eyes watering. He really needed to go to sleep now. Tomorrow was going to be a rather hellish day…or rather the night was going to be. They’d already decided that the kids were too young to celebrate properly, and none of them wanted to break their nightly routines, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t going to get trick or treaters. This was their first Halloween in this house. They’d only been here for a few months and so far they weren’t the most approachable people, and they didn’t actually know the neighbourhood all that well, or even their neighbours.
Harry had been for a few walks out with the pram, the trips to the supermarket that weren’t really all that often, but he was sure that everyone knew all about them. That they were five men who were in a relationship together and they had a horde of children already. People liked to gossip, and Harry had more than set tongues wagging when he’d unashamedly told his neighbours the truth about himself and his lovers.
He flushed, and then went and washed his hands, before he splashed his face with some cold water and patted it dry with a towel. He felt a little better, more awake. He went back to the smaller living room and he snuggled back into Max.

“Are you feeling okay, Harry?”

Harry hummed. “Just tired. Did you sort out the goodie bags for tomorrow?”

“Yes, they’re on the table by the front door. Those kids are going to be so happy when we hand those over, they’ll get more from us than from everyone else on this street.”

“I bet Nasta wasn’t happy with that.” Harry grinned.

“He got outvoted. Draco wouldn’t hear of anyone outdoing us while we’re so rich and Blaise just wants to show off.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, of course that’s what happened. That sounds just so much like them. Snobbish bastards.”

“I’ll have you know that I agreed with them.”

“You weren’t doing it to show off though, you’re doing it just to see the looks on the faces of the kids you hand those goodie bags to.”

Max grinned at him. “Guilty as charged. Anyway, we beat Nasta down by explaining it’s a holiday and if the kids’ parents don’t limit their sugar intake, that’s on them, it’s not for us to dictate to them based on our own rules for our kids.”

“True enough.” Harry nodded. “Nasta is a logical man, he can see that it’s a special occasion and it’s not up to us to interfere in others parenting skills. We have enough of our own babies to look after.”

Max hummed and went back to stroking and playing with Harry’s hair. Harry was sent almost straight back to dozing and when he next woke up, very unhappily this time he might add, Nasta was back.

“Come on, those two have finished with one another, let’s get you to bed, Caru.” Nasta told him, scooping him up.

Harry curled into his top dominant happily and allowed himself to be carried up to bed. The best thing about sending Blaise and Draco up to bed an hour before was that the sheets were already lovely and warm and he could just lie there and snuggle up to Blaise’s naked body.
He was already in his pyjamas. He’d gone for a bath earlier in the evening, when the kids were having their quiet time, and he’d gotten straight into his pyjamas afterwards. He was glad of that now, as he could just curl right up in bed with his mates and he was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. He was slightly disturbed when Max climbed into the bed and curled up behind him, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from sleeping again, and when he woke up late the next morning, he didn’t remember even being carried to bed.

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Halloween was pretty much a normal day for all of them. Nasta had gone to work and was due home in time for dinner, Max was crawling around the floor with the kids, Draco was sat reading happily while Blaise helped Harry sort out laundry.
Getting into the early evening, the kids had been fed and bathed and were having their quiet time when Nasta flooed back home.

“Daddy!” Calix called out and went speeding towards him in his little onesie pyjamas.

Nasta smiled happily and hefted Calix up and kissed him. He was then, of course, inundated with babies all wanting his attention. It made Harry smile from where he was folding up towels on the settee and getting Blaise to ferry them to their respective bathrooms.

“How are you, love?” Harry asked with a smile.

“Much better now that I’m home with the people I love.” Nasta told him, getting over the fire grate and kneeling to hug as many little bodies as he could as all five kids converged on him.

“Did you have a good day at work? Did you settle down Caronwyn?” Max asked, standing from where he’d been abandoned by the kids.

“Yes, she’s wonderful still. I don’t know how she keeps going after all of these years. I suspect she just enjoys putting all the younger dragons in their place.” Nasta said with a grin.

“Do you want some tea, lover? Dinner will be in an hour.” Max told him.

“If you don’t mind.” Nasta answered.

“Of course not. Harry, my terribly gorgeous mate?”

Harry grinned. “Yes please. I could use a cuppa.”

“Draco? Blaise?” Max asked.

They both agreed and Max smiled happily at being given an excuse to go into his kitchen and Harry folded the last of the towels and sent Blaise up to their en suite with them and he placed the laundry basket on the floor and he settled back with a happy sigh.

“How have you both been?” Nasta asked, coming to sit beside him and he laid a hand on his belly.

“He’s been nice and calm today. He’s had his moments and I’ve done his kick chart for today, but overall we’ve had a good day. It’s almost like he knows that today was going to be difficult for me.”

“And you?” Nasta asked.

Harry smiled and bent to kiss him. “I’ve been very well looked after in your absence, love.”

“Of course we’ve looked after him. He’s barely moved all day, just as it should be.” Draco said. “I haven’t moved much either.” He grinned, indicating the book he’d put to the side.

“I’ve done all the washing, Blaise has happily been ferrying the clean, folded laundry to where it belongs, but…yeah, I’ve had a bit of playtime with these little munchkins, Max and Blaise handled bath time and everything has been calm and pleasant.”

“I’m glad.” Nasta said with a smile, kissing Harry again.

“Daddy, book.”

Nasta smiled at Tegan and hefted her, and the book in her hand, up onto his lap, making sure that her penguin came too.
Tegan opened the book and she started reading to Nasta, looking at him and pointing to the pictures, and he would nod and smile at her, making himself look interested in the stream of babble that was completely unintelligible.
The first of the trick or treaters started knocking and Harry heard the childish voices down the hall where Max pretended to be terrified of the fake masks and costumes, like the dope that he was, before he handed out the rather large goodie bags to enthusiastic appreciation.

“Draco, it’s your turn next!” Max said as he came in with a tray of cups. He handed Harry his cup first and snatched a kiss from him, which made Harry giggle as he sat back and rested on Nasta.

“I don’t mind answering the door next.” Draco insisted.

“Remember to act scared of the costumes. They’re kids at the end of the day and it amuses them to see adults scared of their awful costumes.”

Draco waved that away and Harry knew he wouldn’t make a fool of himself, not even for the kids that knocked for sweets. That was going to have to be Max’s job tonight.
After dinner though, Harry was going to go upstairs and he was going to lay in bed, and he would flick through his photo album while he reminisced. He’d been quiet and a little subdued all day, but today of all days, his mates knew why, and they had been so very accommodating and respectful of his feelings. He’d been very well looked after, from tea, to snacks, to letting him go off to have a moment alone, despite him being pregnant, and he was very grateful that they allowed him his needed moments. He loved them all so very much.

“Right, I think these little beauties need to be in bed.” Max declared, putting his empty cup down and going to hunt down the sleepiest looking babies.

Max took Farren and Regan up first, while Blaise tried to settle Calix, their most active, most alert baby.
Nasta cuddled with Tegan, murmuring to her in Welsh, and Harry slid himself to the floor to take control of Braiden.

“Do you want a story, Braiden?” Harry asked, grabbing a book.

“Yes, Mummy.” Tegan answered, and she slid straight from Nasta’s lap to the floor and came to occupy his lap.

Harry laughed and kissed her while wrapping his arm around her. Of course Braiden came over too and took up the other part of his lap. Harry kissed him too and settled them both in, wrapping his other arm around Braiden and cuddling them in before cracking open the book and he started reading aloud.
The door knocking disturbed them, but Harry paused only for a moment before bringing the kids attention back to the book while Draco got up to go and answer the trick or treaters.
Max came back into the room and he took Calix from Blaise, seeing that Harry was reading to both Braiden and Tegan. Harry smiled at Max gratefully before turning a page and carrying on the story.
It was Blaise’s turn to get the door next, and Draco took the two remaining kids up to their cots and Harry waved his arms at Nasta, who chuckled and lifted him from the floor and sat Harry beside himself.
Blaise came back to them and he settled behind Harry, giving his cheek a kiss for good measure.

“Nas, it’s your turn to get the door next.” Blaise insisted.

Nasta nodded his understanding, but it wasn’t even two minutes later when the door knocked and he had to get up. Harry turned to let him stand and he cuddled with Blaise, smiling up at him and lifting his hand to stroke over Blaise’s head. His hair was growing in nicely now and Harry loved playing with it.

“It’s getting longer.” Blaise smiled.

Harry nodded. “You’re beginning to look like yourself again.”

“How are your muscles holding up?”

“Good. I think I’m almost completely healed. The baby belly isn’t bothering me as much as I thought it might do, either. That’s with our thunderer being rather active too.”

“He’s going to be a wiggly baby, I can already see it. As slippery as an eel and as jumpy as a beached fish.”

Harry laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell him that you compared him to an eel and a dying fish when he’s born.”

“Hey, you two, want to come keep me company in the kitchen?” Max called out, moving to bend over the back of the settee.

“Sure, Max.” Harry smiled standing immediately and letting Max pull him to the kitchen. He had Blaise on his other side too, pulling him along as well.

“It won’t be long. I did most of the prep already.” Max told them as he let go of them both and went to get what he needed.

Harry sat at his seat at the table, Blaise next to him, while Max sorted dinner, something in the oven already smelt heavenly and it made Harry’s belly grumble.
He enjoyed watching Max cooking, it made him feel cared for and loved. At the Dursleys, he’d been forced to cook from a young age, and though he didn’t mind cooking now and again, for his family, there was something special about having Max take care of it all and be so happy to do it as well.
Harry stood, with a little bit of difficulty and help from the table top, and he went to wrap his arms around Max’s waist.

“Hey, hey. What is it? Are you okay?” Max asked, sharing a look with Blaise as he turned around and hugged him.

“Yeah, I just…I love you so much, and I appreciate everything you do.” Harry said tearily.

Max’s face softened with understanding and he hugged Harry tighter and bent to kiss him.

“You having a pregnancy moment?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “I think so.”

“You know I love cooking, Harry. Nothing makes me happier than knowing I’ve looked after my family by preparing a meal for you all knowing that it’ll keep you happy and healthy. I truly do love doing it.”

“I think…I think I just needed to tell you that I appreciate it. That I appreciate you. They…those people forced me to cook all the time, and I was too young and I was often hurt because of it, and no one ever said thank you and I wasn’t even allowed to eat what I’d cooked. I just…I never want you to ever feel as unappreciated as I did.”

“What brought this on?” Nasta asked as he came to lay a hand on his shoulder.

“Pregnancy hormones, I think.” Max told him as he hugged Harry tighter. “Harry, love, not once have I ever felt unappreciated by any of you. Just looking at your faces as you take your first bite of food is enough for me, but you all thank me verbally as well. I love all of you, even those little monsters we call kids. I want to look after you all.”

Harry smiled and calmed himself down from his hormonal episode. Nasta led him back to the table and sat in his seat, pulling him onto his lap and Harry snorted, but said nothing as he snuggled in.

“I guess our thunderer is running you around today.” Blaise said.

“I always get these emotional upheavals while pregnant.” Harry sighed. “I don’t like them, but there’s very little I can do to control them. It comes on so bloody fast and then I just need to cry…or scream.”

Nasta chuckled. “We understand, Caru.”

The door knocking interrupted them and Nasta cursed.

“Max, it’s your turn, go pretend to be scared of five year olds in wigs.” Blaise ordered.

“If you let my food burn I’ll punish you sexually.” Max swore.

“And now I’m going to wait until you’ve left the room to turn up the heat.” Blaise said simply, with a smirk.

“Don’t you dare! I mean it!” Max said from halfway down the hall.

Harry laughed. “He’s such a dick.”

“I think you mean he has an amazing dick, Harry.” Blaise told him.

Harry turned and laughed loudly. “Didn’t you get enough from Draco last night?”

“Harry, love, do you not know me at all?” Blaise grinned. “I can never get enough of you men.”

“I know that feeling.” Harry said. “Our baby here likes turning me into a mess, and I don’t know what it is about this pregnancy, but my Dracken needs more fluids than usual, and only one kind will do where before all cravings were satisfied with blood. Now I just need sex.”

“Some submissives take all kinds of fluids throughout their pregnancy.” Nasta told him. “Blood, sweat, saliva, semen. They crave them all.”

“Maybe I’m craving sweat too then, because I lick enough of it from your bodies during sex.” Harry laughed.

“You also get saliva from our kisses.” Blaise pointed out.

Harry frowned. “Hmm, so really the only fluid I’m missing from any of you is blood.”

“If you want any, all you need to do is ask, bello.” Blaise assured him.

Harry smiled. “Thank you, I know I can always ask, but I just don’t want it. There is no craving for blood at all. Our thunderer just wants to be different from the start. Maybe he is Draco’s.”

The three of them laughed and shared a look.

“Damn, now you’re making me all hot.” Blaise declared, bending forward to kiss him. “I really can’t get enough of you men.”

“That’s what I like hearing from your mouth. Unending love, and not that you’re going to burn my cooking.” Max said, joining them in the kitchen once more, but before he could reach the cooker again the door knocked. “Damn it, I looked down the drive and there was no fucker there!”

“It’s my turn now, seeing as Draco is taking his sweet time with the kids.”

“Ah, Calix is running riot up there. He’s refusing to sleep, as usual.” Max said, waving the knife he was using at Blaise, who rolled his eyes and went to the door.

“Maybe I should go and help him.” Harry said.

“No, leave Draco to handle it, Cariad.” Nasta told him, holding him tighter and slipping a hand around him to rub at his belly.

“He better hurry up, this will be done in ten minutes.” Max said, checking the timer on the oven.

“Are we having lasagne?” Harry asked hopefully.

Max grinned at him. “We are, lover. Good nose you have there.”

Harry snorted. “I’m not little red riding hood.”

“You could try…you know, I’m sure we have a red skirt lurking around here somewhere, and a red hat…we could all pretend to eat you for Halloween.”

“That wouldn’t be scary because I enjoy the four of you eating me.” Harry quipped.

Max just laughed and continued slicing cucumber for a side salad. Blaise came back, but once again the door knocked.

“I’ve got it.” Draco called out from the hall.

“Oh, thank Merlin.” Blaise declared, sliding back into his seat. “I’m sure some of those kids are knocking twice because of the amount of sweets we’re giving them.”

“I told you it was a bad idea.” Nasta said.

“Not tonight, love.” Blaise insisted. “I’m getting the twinge in the back of my head that promises a terrible headache later.”

They all gave him a concerned look.

“You can come and lie down with me upstairs after dinner if you need to.”

Blaise shook his head. “I’ll go to one of the unused rooms, Harry. I will not intrude upon your grieving.”

“It’s less grieving and more reminiscing.” Harry said. “I just look at my photos, run my thoughts around in circles and then cry myself to sleep. If you’re going to be sleeping anyway, that won’t disturb me. You wouldn’t disturb me even if you were awake.”

Blaise shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“No. You know what, you’re coming up with me. You had a serious head injury, Blaise. You can’t just brush that off. We’re here to look after you and I don’t mind you coming up with me.” Harry said sternly. “I do get upset on Halloween, I do like thinking about my parents and looking at photos, but they’re dead. They’re gone, Blaise and you’re not. You’re here with me and I want to look after you! I’d never forgive myself if I was stuck thinking of the past and not focusing on the present time, or on my future. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen, Prezioso. I have a headache, that’s all.”

“Which Healer Odell told you was a warning sign to rest.” Harry said. “You’re not completely healed, Blaise, neither of us are, despite how much we might want to be. We have to look after ourselves.”

Blaise sighed, but he smiled. “I’ll see how I feel after we’ve eaten. Above all else, I would never want to upset you further today.”

“You won’t upset me.” Harry said before he reached over and kissed Blaise.

“Stop eating one another, I’m plating up. Nas, please go and find out what’s taking Draco so long. Maybe those kids have jumped him or something.” Max insisted.

Nasta picked Harry up and the settled him back in the chair before going to find Draco. It was already bad enough that dinner was going to be continuously interrupted by trick or treaters when they usually enjoyed this peaceful time together, eating and talking about the day that they’d all had.
Max served Harry and Blaise first, as the only two sat at the table, and he placed Draco and Nasta’s plates down before getting his own and coming to sit with them.
Draco came into the kitchen first and he just rolled his eyes and sat down opposite Blaise with a sigh.

“A stream of kids came up the driveway, as soon as I handed out goodie bags to those at the door, more came. Hopefully, in another hour, they’ll all be home and in bed.”

Harry looked at the clock and it was gone seven at night. “I would imagine they would be, maybe a few older kids here or there, but it should be wrapping up soon.”

Nasta finally came back into the kitchen and he sat at the last plate and took a drink of water before he started eating with the rest of them.

“So, Nas, how was work?” Blaise asked before popping food into his mouth.

“Not as hectic as usual.” Nasta told them. “All the eggs from spring have hatched, the juveniles that are left are all strong and being cared for by their Mothers. We’ve had a really peaceful rearing this year.”

“That just means you’re in for a shit next year.” Max laughed.

Nasta gave him a smirk. “Possibly. But the females that never laid eggs this year will soon be displaying to the males and we’ll start the breeding season all over again.”

“Is that big, nasty Ukrainian Ironbelly still there?” Harry asked curiously. “The one who tries to impregnate all of the females and kills the other males if he catches them near a female?”

“No, thankfully we sent him back to the Ukraine. He really was a right piece of work.” Nasta said. “More than half the juveniles we have at the moment are hybrid Ironbellies.”

Harry chuckled. “So…he’s the dragon version of Max?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I would never try to kill these three gorgeous men for going after you.” Max grinned. “I very much enjoy watching them with you.”

Harry laughed along with the others. Of course the door knocking interrupted them. Max sighed.

“I think it’s my turn.” He said, standing up and going to answer the demand for sweets.

Harry ate more of his lasagne and thought about whether or not he wanted a cup of tea afterwards. He looked at Blaise consideringly, noticing how pale he’d gotten and how his face was pinched with pain. Maybe going straight up to bed would be better, Blaise really looked like he needed to lie down. Harry hated that Blaise still got blinding headaches and that there were still reminders of that hideous fight they’d gone through. At least Blaise was getting much better at names and faces. He still said the wrong thing once in a while, but it was becoming less frequent now.

“Damn kids.” Max grinned as he came back to the table, retaking his seat. “One was dressed like a dragon. I could barely keep from laughing out loud.”

“Did you see if there were…?”

“I looked about as much as I could with how dark it is out there now and the groups do seem to be thinning out.”

“Good. I actually want to sit and relax a little.” Draco insisted, already finished with his food, his knife and fork politely placed on the empty plate.

“If you’re done make the tea, Draco.” Max told him.

Draco nodded and stood, taking his plate to the sink before he set the kettle to boiling, laying out five cups.

“I’ve got dessert for you all.” Max said happily. “I never made it, Molly came around to deliver it and told me not to tell you, Harry.”

“Please tell me its treacle tart.” Harry smiled.

“It is treacle tart.” Max told him, watching happily as Harry’s smile widened to a grin.

“I’m going to have to thank her tomorrow.” Harry said. “She knows it’s my favourite.”

“She thought that a little slice of happy today would make you feel a little better.”

Harry chuckled. “A little slice of happy?”

“Well, that’s what it is to you, isn’t it?” Max teased.

Harry chuckled, but he nodded as he finished off the last of his food and folded his knife and fork together on the plate.

“Where did you even hide it from me? My sense of smell at the moment is incredible, I’m sure I would have sniffed it out immediately once it was in the house.”

“I put it in the microwave.” Max told him. “We rarely use it, and it’s usually only me who ever goes in there, so it’s been right here, in this room, all day.”

“That’s evil.” Harry declared, but he couldn’t keep from grinning.

Max hummed with his mouth full, eating the last of his food before standing and taking his own and Harry’s plate to the sink and he went to the microwave as Draco poured the tea. Max pulled out the covered tart and took down a knife from the knife block.

“Do you want a big piece, Harry?” Max asked him.

“What a ridiculous question, love. Cut four little slices and then just give me the rest.” Harry giggled.

Max laughed, but ignored the joked order. He did cut Harry a rather large piece and as Draco handed him a cup of honey tea, Max gave him a piece of tart and a fork.
Harry hummed happily, eating his tart and leaving his tea to cool. He didn’t want to ruin the taste of the tart by drinking his tea now.

“Happy?” Max grinned at him.

“Yes, thank you.” Harry said with a smile. “I do love treacle tart.”

“So we’ve noticed.” Draco smirked.

Harry poked his tongue out at him childishly, but went back to his tart. He was very full when he eventually finished and as he sipped on his tea, he watched Max clear up and get ready to start washing up. First though he got down his potions’ case, the bastard didn’t even need to stretch to reach it while Harry needed a chair, and Max pulled out a familiar potion. It was one of the very strong headache potions that had been given to Blaise. It got rid of his pain but it also completely knocked him out for several hours too.

“It’s too early to take it.”

“It’s not a sleeping potion, you can sleep after the effects of it wear off, Blaise. You need to take this.” Max told him seriously, placing the opened vial by Blaise’s cup.

Blaise sighed and rubbed his head. He was visibly in pain and Harry hated it, but no one looked more guilty than Draco.

“Come to bed with me.” Harry said softly. “Take your potion and you can fall asleep in my lap while I use your head as a book rest for my photo album.”

Blaise was surprised into laughing. “Oh, ow.” He held his head but carried on laughing.

“Please don’t use Blaise’s head as a book rest, Harry.” Nasta sighed. “That’s what Max’s head is for.”

Harry laughed this time and grinned at his two oldest mates.

“I’ve lovingly spent my time making you all a delicious meal and this is the abuse I get afterwards!” Max huffed. “You’re all bastards.”

“It was a lovely meal, thank you, Max.” Harry said with a smile. “Come on, Blaise. Drink that and then come with me. It’s time for me to think about the past.”

Blaise nodded and threw the entire vial back in one go. He shuddered, swallowed hard, then shuddered again before draining his cup of tea.
Harry kissed Max, Nasta and then Draco before taking Blaise’s hand and tugging him up the stairs and to the master bedroom. Harry helped Blaise strip and get into his pyjamas while his head throbbed and spiked with pain every time he bent over, tucked him up before he went to check on his children.
Once assured that they were all asleep and safe, he went back to the master bedroom, checked on his twin girls in their twin cots, before he stripped himself and got into his own pyjamas.
Harry smiled at Blaise before sighing as he went to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out his photo album.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me here?” Blaise asked, watching the flicker of emotion pass clearly across Harry’s face.

“I don’t mind. You’ll be asleep soon anyway.” Harry replied as he climbed onto the bed and settled himself in. He pulled Blaise sideways, so that he was resting his head in Harry’s lap while he was lying on his belly. A small hand immediately fell to the growing hair, stroking through it gently, fingertips massaging soothingly over his scalp.

Blaise let out a breath and in the near silence of the bedroom, only one dim lamp on Harry’s side switched on, and with that one small, miraculous hand stroking his head, Blaise closed his eyes and let the effects of the potion wash over him, chasing away the skull splitting headache he’d developed and easing him into a sleep that bordered on unconsciousness.
Harry watched his mate as his muscles finally relaxed and the furrow in his brow finally smoothened out. He knew then that Blaise was asleep and finally out of pain. It was difficult to bend to kiss Blaise, what with his four month pregnant belly in the way and the awful angle, but he did manage to brush his lips over Blaise’s head at least.
He lay back more comfortably on the pillow propped behind him and he opened his album to stare longingly at the first picture. He again wondered what his parents might think of what had happened to him, the same as he did every year. Would they have cared that he was a Dracken? Would they have accepted the fact that he was gay and in love with four other men? Would they have accepted Nasta’s age considering he would have been the same age as they were? Nasta was a month younger than his Mother and a month older than his Father, would that have bothered them? Harry couldn’t imagine a life without Nasta. He loved him so much, with all of his heart, and he hated the thought that if his parents had been alive they might have convinced him to pass Nasta over as a mate because of his age. The thought of it was like a physical pain.
At one point he would have given anything and everything for his parents back, but now…now that he’d created his own family, he couldn’t wish that things were different without changing what he had now, and he just couldn’t do that. He couldn’t give up his mates, or his children, and it was perhaps that which upset him the most. Knowing that he wouldn’t give anything to have his parents back like he would have when he was younger. He wouldn’t give up his children. He wouldn’t give up his mates. He wouldn’t trade the life he had now for one where his parents would have lived and he felt so guilty for that. It made him feel awful and despicable…another pair of tears rolled down his cheeks.
Would his parents have loved his children? Or would the amount he had now have made them anxious or angry? It was awful not knowing what they would have truly thought, how they would have reacted to everything. Others could tell him how they thought his parents would have reacted, what they believed that his parents would have done or thought about everything, but for him, he just wasn’t sure and it was awful for him.
He took a breath and turned the page, looking at the next two photos. He thought of his mates’ families, all of the Maddisons. Aneirin and Marianna. Even Idris, Nerys, Sanex…hell, Dain and Kailen. Even Lucius and Narcissa were more on board now. He looked at them and surely, surely if they could love their children and their lifestyles, his own parents, who had died for him, just to keep him safe, would have been able to as well. He liked to think so. It helped that Remus and Dumbledore, Hagrid and the Weasleys, they accepted him and his mates, his creature status and his lifestyle.
He blinked and felt another tear roll down his cheek. He hated Halloween. He hated that on this very day, perhaps at this very hour, eighteen years ago his parents had been murdered in their own home. It had been for nothing, a damn prophecy that had claimed that either he or Neville would be the downfall of Voldemort, and in the end, they had both sort of been involved with his downfall, as Neville had come with him to the Ministry. He had been there that night and it had been for him, and Luna, Ginny, Hermione and Ron that he had fought so hard to kill Voldemort when he’d been possessed. Hermione and Ron had been the only witnesses to his possession, apart from Dumbledore that was, and that had been why they’d turned on him in the end.
Harry bit his lip and laid his hand on Blaise’s head, stroking to calm himself with the reminder that he was loved. He was surrounded by those who loved him and those who depended on him. The past was the past, he meant it when he said he had to look to the future, no matter how much it upset him to let go of his parents. They were no longer here and he couldn’t let their death interfere with his daily life.
He patted his belly and smiled. He had his new baby boy, his little thunderer, coming along in a few months. He was over halfway through his pregnancy and his baby was now viable if he went into labour. His quintuplets had been born at four months gestation and that was why Leolin’s wings had been raw and weeping.
Harry turned another page and moved his hand from Blaise’s head over to his shoulder, stroking gently, even though he knew nothing would wake Blaise at the moment, not for another few hours at least thanks to the potion he’d taken. Blaise didn’t like taking them, no one liked him needing them, because it meant acknowledging that Blaise was still suffering, but sometimes they were necessary.
Harry sighed and turned the page, smiling sadly at the moving pictures. His life had changed drastically on Halloween eighteen years ago. Not least because he was sent to the Dursleys, but even that couldn’t hurt him now. They were in prison. Dudley was being tried soon for a multitude of minor offenses, including animal cruelty, but he couldn’t be tried for anything he’d done to Harry, as he had been a minor at the time. As Harry had said to Richard, Dudley hadn’t been the main issue. That had always been Vernon and Petunia and he had his justice now. He would definitely have to make the time to sit down with his mates and tell them all of it, everything that had been done to him, show them the pictures, and let them know the whole sordid tale. They deserved to know the truth, he knew that, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Harry continued flipping through the photo album until he reached the end. He put the album aside and he went to use the bathroom. He checked in on both nurseries. Leolin on his own to keep him safer and then the five in the other nursery. All of them were sound asleep and he smiled as he tucked them in, making sure that Tegan had her penguin, Regan had his bear and Calix had at least one dummy in the cot with him. He was more likely to stay quiet if he woke up if he had a dummy he could suck on.
Harry went back to the bedroom and he slid himself under the covers. He snuggled up to Blaise, settling his baby belly more comfortably and he sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and tried not to think. At least his little thunderer had finally gone to sleep, or whatever version of sleep unborn babies had in utero. He’d have to look that up tomorrow.
He slipped his arm more securely over Blaise and just absorbed the presence of one of his beloved mates. Perhaps it would be easier to bring one of them into the room with him on Halloween night, especially if they were going to sleep. He benefited from having a living, breathing person with him, but he didn’t feel like he was being watched or judged. He settled himself and he drifted off to sleep. He wondered if having someone here would also ease the nightmares that usually came tonight, because of his heavy thoughts. He hoped so, he hated having nightmares.
Three hours later Nasta eased open the bedroom door and looked into the room, before entering when he saw two lumps under the duvet.

“They’re both sleeping.” Nasta announced at a whisper.

“Good. Does Blaise look better?” Max asked.

“Much better. He’s regained his colour too.” Nasta said, looking critically at them both. “Harry doesn’t even have tear tracks.”

“Do you think he’s finally coming to terms with it?” Max asked.

“Perhaps the sentencing of those Muggle monsters helped with more things than we realised.” Draco said, stripping and finding his own pyjamas.

“I think you might be right. Maybe it’s all falling into place for him.”

“Do you think he’ll ever tell us what happened?” Max questioned.

“He will, one day.” Nasta said surely. “When he’s ready.”

“These girls are out of it, do you think they’ll even wake up for their feed?” Max asked, peering at his twin daughters and looking at how deeply they were both breathing.

“Place the bottles on the bedside table and we’ll see.” Nasta sighed. “I have baby duty tonight, so put them on my side and then climb into bed. I don’t want Harry disturbed.”

“I’ll get behind Blaise.” Max said. “I’m the heaviest and me climbing into bed will be most likely to disturb Harry…Blaise would sleep through me jumping on the bed and dancing the hula.”

Nasta nodded, smiling at the mental image of Max dancing the hula in a grass skirt and a coconut bra.

“Draco, there’s more room over here than behind Harry, climb up.” Max insisted.

Draco, who came out of their en suite, nodded and climbed carefully onto the bed. Harry murmured softly, wordlessly, but he didn’t move or wake up.
Nasta growled to him lightly, letting him know that he was safe and that his mates were around him. Harry’s body relaxed immediately and he didn’t move again. Nasta left out a silent breath as Max managed to safely climb into the bed too. They shifted and wriggled, getting comfortable, before they both settled, Max spooning Draco, who had left a bit of space between himself and Blaise, who was on his front and not easy to snuggle with.
Nasta made sure the twins’ bottles were within easy reach, that both baby monitors for both nurseries were on and registering noise, and he turned off the lamp that Harry had left on. He eased onto the bed, growling reassuringly to try and keep Harry asleep.
He shifted and made himself comfortable and then let out a breath. He curled up behind Harry and carefully slipped an arm over him and onto Blaise’s back. It felt good to touch them both when they’d been up here, away from him, for four hours. It felt good to touch them both, to smell them and reassure himself that they were both fine, despite their respective issues.
Nasta fell to sleep himself, content in the knowledge that his family were safe and that tomorrow, the first of November, everything would be fine and back to normal. All of them were due a good block of complete normalcy after everything they’d been through.

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A/N: Hi, lovelies. It’s been a while, I know. I was so determined to get Broken Wings finished and posted that it completely drained me of any Dracken inspiration for a while afterwards. No more Dracken spin-off fics for me for a while, I don’t think.
It is also our 7 year anniversary today, so happy 7 years RotD and to all you readers, lovelies. I almost missed this anniversary, as it snuck up on me, as a result this chapter was rather last minute, and as a result it was only written in the last few days. This has had a serious impact on chapter length, and the quality of the editing, so there are bound to be a few mistakes through it, for this I apologise in advance and if you catch one, please leave a message and I’ll fix it. But I just wanted something out for the anniversary, and hopefully this chapter now breaks the block that Broken Wings put on my Dracken inspiration.

A huge thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed thus far, here’s to another year of Drackens, and hopefully a few more chapters than I managed to get out last year.
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