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This Body is My Prison	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 25130 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I posted two chapters on this today, so go back to part XI: Life Goes On and read that first! (I know this is sort of obvious, but on occasion when I've posted two chapters at once people have accidentally skipped over one, so I thought I'd point it out juuust in case.)
Special thanks to KuriQuinn for help with some of the dialogue and the ending lines. If you're into Naruto het, def check her out on AO3, Tumblr, and FFN, because she's brilliant.
Part XII: Epilogue

Seventeen Years Later

A quaint house in the countryside sat alone, its acre of land cutting it off from the potential of pesky, nosy neighbours peering in on them. It had an air of elegance to it, from its cobblestone walkways and meticulously maintained flower and vegetable gardens, to its fine French windows, and expensive outdoor furniture that sat at the back of the house. It was an elegant country house that a couple or family of high class might own, certainly not a chaotic house full of rambunctious children.

Inside however, the illusion was utterly shattered.

“Mum! Mum! Muuuuuuum!”

A little girl, barely ten years old, with vibrant green eyes and white-blonde hair came barrelling into the sitting room, and Cassie hissed a curse as she spilled her tea all over herself.

“Lily, you don't need to shout,” she said to her daughter, but Lily did not appear bothered by the reprimand. “What is so important?”

“Father told me to go and get Davin and Teddy, 'cause dinner's almost ready,” she said, her eyes wide.

“Okay, that's nothing new, Davin and Teddy are friends, why is this such an international cris—”

“—no, Mum, you don't understand. They were kissing!”

“...they were what?”

“I walked in to tell them that dinner was on, and they were all over each other! Like proper kissing and everything!”

“How would you know what proper kissing is?” A sneering voice cut in, and Lily's twin, Scorpius, who looked the same as Lily in every aspect except for his eyes, which were a silvery grey. He sauntered into the room, his arms crossed, and head held high in clear imitation of Draco. “You're just a kid.”

“I'm the same age as you!” Lily protested, but before the argument could go further, Davin made an appearance, his face flushed and eyes wide. He was holding hands with Teddy, and both of them looked very embarrassed. Cassie arched an eyebrow at her son, and his flush deepened as he glared at his little sister.

“You little snitch! You told, didn't you?”

“You didn't seriously think The Informant would keep that bit of gossip to herself, did you?” Cassie asked, and Lily scowled.

“I hate that nickname,” she grumbled.

“If you hate it so much, then stop being such a bloody tattletale.”

“Language, Davin,” Cassie admonished, but he appeared to irritated to care much. “Scorpius, Lily, go tell your father we'll be there in a moment, I need to talk to your brother alone.”

Davin blanched, and Teddy casually let go of his hand.

“I'll just—” Teddy began, but Cassie quickly interrupted him.

“—don't move.” Teddy froze at the command, and looked very nervous while the two younger kids scampered quickly from the room.

Cassie stood up, dispelling the tea stain from her clothing as she approached her eldest son and her godson. Davin had grown up into a handsome young man, his physical features such a blur of Tom Riddle and herself that had it not been for his garnet eyes, she would have completely forgotten who his birth father had been. He was now a full head taller than she was, but still regarded her with a muddled look of respect and fear.

Beyond just being handsome, Davin had finished Hogwarts the previous June with honours, and had already landed a position at St Mungo's as a Trainee Healer. He wanted to help people, and that was about as far from Tom Riddle as he could possibly get. Cassie was deeply relieved—it had been difficult during those first few years of school to not fear the worst when her eldest son had been sorted into Slytherin, and not Gryffindor.

Not that Davin knew that—Cassie had done everything she could to ensure that her boy had grown up loved and supported, and she liked to think that she had managed it.

As Cassie stood there and surveyed the two boys, her arms crossed, and her expression neutral, she let them stew in their panic for a few moments before she finally spoke.

“How long has this been going on?” she asked, and her neutral tone did nothing to alleviate the fearful looks on the faces of the two young men.

“Er...about a month or so,” Davin said to his shoes.

“Teddy?” she prompted, and he bit his lip, looking nervous.

“Yeah, officially, it's only been about a month,” he confirmed, “are—are you gonna tell my dad?”

Cassie bit the inside of her cheek, certain that the two young adults would not appreciate her laughter. Teddy's nervousness was hardly unwarranted—the only person that Cassie knew who was a worse overprotective parent than herself was Remus, after all.

“You're both adults, what you do and who you choose to be with isn't our business anymore,” Cassie said at last, and she saw him sag with relief. “But you two were caught by the family tattletale. It's very likely that it'll take Lily about three seconds to blurt it out when she sees her Uncle Remus next. You may want to let him know before that happens.”

“So...so you're okay with it?” Davin asked uncertainly, while he took Teddy's hand again. Cassie smiled.

“Let's just say...it's not too surprising,” she said simply, and both Teddy and Davin looked as though they couldn't work out whether or not this was a bad thing. “Davin, go to dinner, I'd like to talk to Teddy alone for a moment.”

“Oh, um, all right...” Davin let go of Teddy's hand with a look of uncertainty in his eyes, and with one backwards glance, he headed for the dining room.

“Cassie—” Teddy began, and Cassie held up a hand to silence him.

“I don't want to hear it,” she said simply, her tone firm, “I have no issues with you seeing my son, you're both adults, and I trust you to be good to him. But remember this, Theodore Remus Lupin: Davin is my son, my eldest, and I made him out of my blood, my sweat, my flesh, and my tears. And love him more than the waking world, but I will smother him in his sleep before I let him get his heart broken by anyone, least of all you. Is that in any way not clear?”

“We're clear,” Teddy replied at once, his mouth twitching into a small smile, “I feel very clear.”

“Good, then let's not keep the others waiting,” she said, her tone softening from firm to her usual pleasant one, “come on.”

Cassie led her godson out of the front room and into the dining room, where Draco was doling out lamb stew for the kids, a sour look on his face.

“I win,” Cassie said softly to her husband before she sat down, and his frown deepened, but in the presence of his Davin and his boyfriend, he didn't say anything. This was likely a good thing, as Cassie doubted that Davin would appreciate learning that his parents had been taking bets on whether or not he and Teddy had actually been dating, or were just very close.

“Shut up,” he muttered, and she met the remark with a wide grin.

Dinner passed by as so many other family dinners before them had, with enthused chatter from the twins, Davin ignoring his family in favour of talking to Teddy (which was much more significant now that they knew the truth). Both Draco and Cassie surveying their little family quietly, both parents wearing similar indulgent smiles upon their faces, more keen to watch, rather than engage.

Never in her early life, as Harry, or Cassiopeia, and or even as Cassie had she ever envisioned such a scene—such normalcy. It was a greater gift than she could have ever hoped for, and she still marvelled at the fact that it was Draco Malfoy, her former rival, who had given her such a gift.

The rest of the evening passed with the same ambient atmosphere as Cassie had grown accustomed to—except Lily had decided to pester her older brother with half a dozen questions about his relationship with Teddy.

“Are you two gonna get married now?” she asked.

“It's none of your business,” Davin replied, and glared at her, but she was undeterred.

“Are you two gonna kiss all the time like Aunt Ginny and Uncle Dean do?”

“It's none of your business, now knock it off,” Davin snapped, his cheeks flaring at the mention of his aunt and uncle.

“Are you two gonna sleep in the same bed like Mum and Dad do?”

“Well—” Teddy cut in, and Davin elbowed him.

“I rather think that's between Davin and Teddy,” Draco cut in, “leave them alone, Lily.”

“But—”

“—no, now stop badgering them.”

“You're no fun,” Cassie murmured when Lily shuffled off sulkily, though Davin looked deeply relieved. “You took away my evening entertainment.”

“It worries me a little how much you enjoy embarrassing your eldest,” Draco replied, and Cassie shrugged as Davin and Teddy mumbled something about going back to Davin's room. She let them go without comment—it wasn't like she needed to worry about one of them getting accidentally pregnant.

“It's the harmless teasing I enjoy,” Cassie replied with a small smile, “if it was anything serious I'd put a stop to it, you know that.”

Draco wrapped his arms around her, and she leant into the embrace. It was warm, familiar, and Cassie felt certain that she'd never tire of it.

“You're a good mum,” Draco said, and kissed her cheek.

“And you're a good dad,” she replied, “if a bit on the no fun side of it.”

“Someone has to keep the peace around here...” he replied with a small shake of his head. “Excuse me if I'm not one to enjoy chaos.”

As if on cue, a high scream, followed by a loud thump sounded from upstairs. Both parents groaned, and Draco forced himself up to see what had happened. Cassie watched him go, her smile never wavering as the low thrum of Draco's voice sounded from upstairs. Given that she could hear no crying, she had to assume that the twins were using their bunk beds as a jungle gym again.

The smile of amusement never leaving her face, Cassie eased back against the sofa, and enjoyed the momentary peace and quiet, certain that it was unlikely to last very long.

~*~

That night, as the couple prepared for bed after ensuring that their troublemaker twins were asleep, Cassie all but fell into bed with a heavy sigh. Draco slid into bed more elegantly than she had, and she immediately closed the distance between them. Draco held her close, and she pillowed her cheek against his shoulder.

“It never ceases to amaze me just how much trouble those two little buggers can get into in the span of just a few hours...” she mumbled, while Draco none-too-casually traced the neckline of her tank top, and she giggled a little at his complete lack of subtlety.

“They must be related to you,” Draco replied, and she laughed again, while his hand ran down her side to rest at her hip.

“I think the fact that I carried them around for nine months certifies that they're actually mine,” she replied, and Draco chuckled softly, his breath tickling the side of her neck.

“And then there's always the fact that they get more and more like you every day,” Draco added as he leant in to brush a gentle kiss against her cheekbone.

“You mean more attractive, funny, and devilishly charming?”

“No,” Draco countered with a chuckle, and kissed her lightly, “they're driving me mad.”

Cassie giggled and gave his shoulder a small shove, and Draco smirked, not reacting to the push, but as they settled back down, a thoughtful look crossed his face.

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh, it's nothing,” Draco replied mildly, “it's just something that I've always wondered...”

“Hmm?”

“Why is it that you let me name Scorpius?” Draco asked, and Cassie blinked in surprise.

“It's taken you ten years to ask this question...why?”

“I'd say it's more of a curiosity, rather than a genuine question,” Draco replied with a small shrug, “it's not exactly important, but I have always wondered. I'd always assumed you'd want to name one of your boys after your father, that's all.”

Draco's hand slid under the hem of her top as he spoke and ghosted along her abdomen. The tickling sensation causing her to suck her stomach in, and a tiny smirk twitched at the corners of his mouth, clearly pleased with the reaction his light touch had caused.

“It hardly seems fair that I'd get to name all our kids,” Cassie replied, her voice quivering a little from Draco's distracting wandering hand. Her husband' smirk widened, and he shifted a little so that he was lying on his side, while she lay next to him on her back. While she spoke, Draco continued to trace his fingers lightly over her stomach. “If we happen to have another kid I'd probably want to name him James, but I can honour my lost loved ones in more ways than just having their names live on, you know?”

“I know,” Draco replied, licking his lips before he leant in to kiss her. “We're both still young, we could always give it another try...”

As if to emphasize his point, his hand snuck to the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, and teased the elastic with his fingertips. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a grin of amusement as Draco continued to dip his fingertips in and out of the elastic teasingly.

“I didn't mean right now,” she replied with a short laugh, and moved to kiss him again. This time it was not a simple peck, but a slow, languid kiss. Cassie arched up a little to brush her palm across his cheek, prickly with evening stubble, and he used his tongue to part her lips, which she accepted readily, and shivered a little as Draco's hand properly slipped beneath the elastic of her pyjama bottoms and lightly traced her slit, causing her to shiver with budding arousal. “But...we could always practice for it, if you want,” she breathed as she broke the kiss, and bit her lip to stifle a moan as Draco continued his gentle ministrations upon her.

“You know what they say,” Draco murmured as he kissed her again, “practice makes perfect.”

Cassie laughed again, and with a smile she kissed her husband back, then he fell back onto the bed, Draco casting the appropriate silencing charms as they hastily shedding their bottom clothing before clambered on top of him.

In the years that had passed between their first time and this moment, Cassie still could not help but marvel at how good it felt to be with Draco like this. This, Cassie had realized, was how sex was supposed to feel—wonderful, pleasurable, and leave her with a feeling of peaceful joy, not shame.

Cassie sank down onto Draco's flagging erection with a blissful sigh. Draco grunted beneath her, his hands falling to her hips and guiding her movements. She lifted herself up, and dropped down onto him again, they both shuddering as soft, gasping moans and grunts escaped them in equal measure, while beneath her Draco rocked his hips to follow her movements.

Draco grunted once, a soft keening moan following the sound as his hands tensed on her hips, and she felt him release deep inside her. Cassie kept moving, panting hard as she sought out her own release, and came with a trembling moan, her body shaking and legs twitching as she lay down on top of her husband.

Draco wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and she offered him a drowsy kiss.

“I love that I can enjoy this with you,” she murmured sleepily as she finally pulled herself off him, and with sluggish movements they both pulled back on their pyjama bottoms. “I used to worry that I'd never be able to enjoy sex again after...well, you know.”

“I know,” Draco replied softly, and kissed her again, “it makes me so happy that I can bring you that pleasure, Cassie. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cassie answered at once, and at the same moment, a sudden rumble of thunder sounded from overhead, and both parents groaned.

Draco flicked his wand to dispel both the silencing charms and the scent of sex in the room, and not a moment too soon as the thunder rumbled again, louder this time. From down the hall, Cassie could hear her eldest son's disgruntled voice speaking to the two younger ones.

“It's just a thunderstorm,” he said, “go away.”

“But it's scary!” piped up Lily, her voice quivering a little, “please can we sleep over in your room?”

“No,” he snapped, “go bother Mum and Dad. I'm busy.”

Cassie snorted at Davin's wording, and it was followed by the loud sound of a door slamming. Not long after, she heard the distinct pitter-patter of twin pairs of feet hastening to their room.

Thunder crashed, lightening flashed, and their bedroom door flew open as the twins literally leapt into their bed. Unfortunately, their aim was a little off, and both children landed on top of them heavily.

“There's a thunderstorm,” Lily said at once.

“Yes, I noticed,” Draco grunted as he shifted back, and the twins settled between them.

“Lily was scared,” Scorpius added in his usual haughty tone of voice, though there was a distinct tremor to it, “I came too to make sure that she didn't get lost.”

“You were scared too, you big fibber,” Lily snapped, “besides, I am so much braver than you.”

Crack!

The thunder, now deafening, sounded above them, and with a pair of frightened squeaks, they tugged the duvet over their heads.

“In the morning we're going to have a talk about you two staying in your own beds when there's a thunderstorm outside,” Draco muttered as he eased down, and both of the children seemed to relax when he didn't immediately kick them out of the room.

“Impossible,” Lily mumbled with her head still under the covers, “only you and Mum make thunderstorms not scary.

“Scaredy cat,” Scorpius teased.

“So are you,” Lily shot back.

“I am not,” Scorpius replied, his voice jumping high in his offence at the remark.

“Are too!” Lily countered.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Not.”

“Too.”

“Not.”

“Not.”

“Too,” Scorpius paused after his retort, though still hidden beneath the duvet Cassie could not see his embarrassment at his realization of what he had just said, but she could all but feel it as everyone laughed.

“Come on,” Cassie said in between giggles, as she tugged the blanket down to see the faces of her wide-awake and troublesome twins. “If you're gonna stay in here you're going to sleep, not bicker. Understand?”

“Yes, Mum,” they chorused, and obediently settled down, while both Cassie and Draco draped their arms over them and laced their fingers together, caging the twins in.

It did not take very long for them to fall asleep, despite the continued thunder and lightning strikes that made the windows rattle in their frames. Cassie gazed at Draco over the two little heads, and she saw her amusement reflected back at her in his eyes. Even with their chaos-inducing, troublesome kids between them, Cassie never felt more at peace, and never felt more like like couldn't get more perfect. Her hands squeezed Draco's, and he returned the gesture, and once again she felt that perfect, all-encompassing affection that he seemed to reserve only for her.

“Mum?” a tiny, drowsy voice suddenly said, and Cassie dropped her gaze to Lily, who was watching her with one eye cracked open.

“Hm?”

“...I have to pee.”

Fin
A/N: Aaaand scene. This fic was supposed to have been 3 parts, it spiralled out of control a teensy bit. Thank you soooo much for reading, this pretty much qualifies as my first-ever foray into het(ish), which I didn't exactly expect to happen, haha. Cassie's threats to Teddy in this chapter are ripped almost word for word from the Starkid musical, The Trail to Oregon.

Until next time!
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