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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769458 -:- Recommendations : 72 -:- Currently Reading : 220
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Last Time
Harry was kept happy with a bar of fudge chocolate and a cup of honey tea, but it wasn’t as nice as it could have been, considering that his stomach was very tender, his thunderer was still moving, and he had to eat carefully, delicately, letting the small nibbles of chocolate all but melt in his mouth, lest it make him run for the bathroom again.
He ate slowly, took delicate sips of tea, and carefully monitored himself. He couldn’t wait until this was over. He’d thought that once the morning sickness had trailed off, it would be plain sailing, he hadn’t counted on his son kicking him so viciously it could make him vomit up everything he’d eaten that week. It was eleven days until Christmas…they weren’t going to bloody survive.

Chapter One Hundred-Twenty – Christmas Chaos

It was halfway through Christmas Day and Harry was exhausted already. They’d gotten to bed late, in the early hours of the morning, and Harry had had a bad night of sleep on top of that. The kids were all wound up, due to the excitement and the small mountain of new toys they’d received, and they would barely eat their dinners, which was how Harry felt, as he could barely touch it either, despite the fact that he really wanted it.
He’d been fine with the soup, he’d declined the fresh baked bread rolls, but it was the main meal that was defeating him. He had a few pieces of turkey, some mashed potatoes, and some peas, carrots and cabbage, and nothing else, but still he was struggling.
Farren had actually found something to eat that he didn’t like, and he had started crying hysterically as he’d bitten into the Brussels sprout and then sat in his booster seat, crying with the vegetable hanging off of his tongue.
Harry had quickly taken a napkin to his mouth and tongue, wiping it away and soothing him.

“It’s okay, baby. You won’t have any more of those.” Harry said, taking the other sprout from Farren’s plate quickly. He considered doing it for the others as well, but Regan had already eaten both of his, and Tegan was happily chewing her first one. It was just Farren who didn’t like them, it seemed. At least at the moment, considering Braiden hadn’t tried any of his yet, and neither had Calix.

“Well that was a surprise.” Max chuckled, holding his hand out for the napkin.

Harry handed it to him while soothing Farren, shushing him and calming him.

“Put it in his book that he really doesn’t like sprouts, Max.” Harry called out.

“Sure thing, lover.” Max called back.

Farren did eventually calm down and Harry coaxed him back to eating, showing him that no more sprouts were on his plate and instead he helped him to use his fork to spear a piece of bitesize turkey.
Harry went back to picking at his own food, but couldn’t manage much more. He could almost feel Max’s disappointment, as he’d worked so hard to make dinner perfect for them all, and truly it was perfect, but Harry just couldn’t eat it. But he swore he’d try again later in the day, when his thunderer eventually settled down for a sleep.
Their living room was a mess of toys and gifts. Draco had already fished out all of the clothes their children had been given and had hung them up to get them out of the way, but still the amount of toys and books on their floor was unbelievable. The family had gone overboard and their kids were so spoilt, it had taken all of the morning and into the afternoon to help the toddlers to unwrap everything. They’d needed a break in the middle too.

“Maybe we should make use of that massive playroom that’s sitting nice and empty upstairs?” Harry giggled, as he led the kids back into the family room after their jelly desserts and unleashing them back onto their toys.

“We can at least put some of these toys up there.” Draco agreed. “We won’t be able to see the floor.”

“It won’t be for long.” Nasta insisted, up on his feet and walking normally. He was fully recovered from the leg break, and the early dragon pox vaccine, and he was his usual self, as he hefted up Regan and wiggled him between his hands, making their little boy laugh.

“A few days of being unable to move and watching our steps, and then we can start clearing up again.” Max nodded, sitting down and patting his full stomach.

Harry missed the feeling of having a large, decent meal and he sighed and moved to sit himself by Max, tipping himself sideways to rest on his mate and he cuddled in. Max moved an arm to wrap it around Harry, large fingers stroking over his shoulder and back.
Harry was asleep within five minutes, snoring softly against Max’s chest.

“Seeing him like this, I’m so conflicted.” Draco sighed.

“Over what, Cariad?” Nasta asked, looking critically to Harry.

“I want him happy and back to normal, but at the same time I want our son to have the best chances for survival.” Draco sighed and shook his head. “He hasn’t eaten enough to feed a mouse in the last week, he keeps being sick, he’s not sleeping properly. I hate what it’s doing to him, but on the other hand he’s carrying our son, and every extra week that Harry carries him makes him bigger, stronger and healthier.”

“We all feel the same way, but Harry himself wants the baby to stay put.” Blaise pointed out, even as he cuddled with Leolin, who was distracted by a light-up ball that he’d been given for Christmas by his Granddad Aneirin. Every time he squeezed it, it would flash a different colour and it had the Faerie entranced.

“I just wish it wasn’t so hard on him.” Draco said quietly.

“He’s going to be fine. Our little boy will be born in six weeks if Harry doesn’t go into early labour. He should have started building his nest by now, or at the very least scouted out the location he wants to use. None of you go searching, you know the drill by now.” Nasta said firmly.

“It’s winter, so it’ll be in the ground again, like with our girls.” Max pointed out. “So stay out of the garden and surrounding forest until he starts nesting. I’ve noticed that my favourite jumper has gone missing too. I can’t find it anywhere, and with him being so close to his due date, I have a pretty good idea that it’s gone into making his nest, so he’s definitely started on it, but at least my oven gloves are safe…for the moment.”

“It helps that our kids don’t want to go outside and play.” Blaise pointed out. “None of us want to go outside either, it’s too cold.”

“Can you blame them with the amount of new toys they had today?” Max chuckled softly, not wanting to disturb Harry sleeping on him.

“No. Not at all.” Blaise grinned. “But they’re so happy, and that makes Harry happy, and that makes all of us happy.”

“Happy’s good.” Max smiled widely. “Even if he is fast asleep on me and snoring.”

“Our thunderer is really giving him the run around.” Draco sighed. “Not letting him eat or sleep, kicking and punching him at all times. I’m worried that Harry will be hurt.”

“He can take Harry’s breath away, and make him feel sick and even cause him to vomit, but I don’t think he’ll cause any lasting damage, Draco.” Nasta said. “Though we can always ask Healer Almus at Harry’s next scan if you’re so worried.”

“He’s been through so much, and, I know we haven’t mentioned it much, just in case Harry overhears us, but going through the court proceedings with him, finding out exactly what he went through and what they did to him, and with…and with what I did to him too, I just never want him to be hurt ever again.”

Nasta went to sit by Draco, throwing an arm around him and hugging him. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead.

“Harry is fine. He’s stronger than any of us, despite being the smallest. Look at the happy, kind man he is, Draco. When most people would be isolated, bitter and angry, Harry is tall, strong, proud and kind. He was right, what he went through will never define him, because he was always stronger than them. It bothers me too, to know what he went through in such exact detail, seeing the pictures of what was done to him and the conditions he was kept in, sometimes it makes me so angry I want to rip through something. But it doesn’t bother him half as much as it bothers us, maybe that says something about us as a whole.”

“I was thinking the same.” Max said softly, stroking Harry’s arm as his little mate snored on him. “That maybe I’m the one who has a problem moving on from it, as Harry has shown that he is fully capable of moving on, but I’m still so terribly angry over it all. Prison is too good for those monsters.”

“We’re going to be angry for a while, until it sinks in and we move on ourselves. Harry had his closure, now we need ours.” Nasta replied. “He doesn’t want any reminders, we owe him that much, to help his recovery, but all three of you, you can always come to me if you need to.”

“And you can come to us.” Blaise insisted immediately. “You might be our top dominant, but you do not have to carry the weight of everything on your shoulders alone. We’re here for you too.”

“We got a bit morbid for the celebrations.” Max pointed out. “Christmas Day is really not the time for this talk, lovers.”

“We really did. I’ll go put the kettle on and cut us all some cake.” Blaise said with a grin. “Even you, Nas. You could use some cake.”

Nasta snorted. “I won’t say no to being served some cake by one of my gorgeous mates.”

Max huffed a laugh and sat back, going back to stroking Harry’s arm, right down to his small hands and little fingers.
He was glad that Harry was getting some rest, especially when it had been pointed out that it was just a matter of weeks now until Harry was nesting and giving birth. Not even a full two months away.
Harry woke up as Max was delicately trying to nibble on his second slice of cake and their submissive made a soft noise and stretched carefully. His eyes blinked open, and when they finally focused, on Max trying to eat cake, he gave a goofy grin.

“Sleep well?” Max asked him with a chuckle.

Harry hummed happily. “Are you enjoying your cake?” He asked with a grin, his voice husky with sleep still.

“Very much. You want a cuppa and a slice?”

Harry shook his head. “No. I want a sandwich.”

“Really?” Max asked excitedly.

Harry nodded. “All of a sudden I’m starving.”

“That’s the greatest gift I’ve received all day.” Max said happily, all but beaming at Harry as he gently shifted him to lie on the other side.

“Eat your cake first.” Harry complained.

“Not a chance. My pregnant mate is hungry, and I’m not going to sit here and eat in front of you.”

Max hurried to the kitchen and Harry watched him go with a giggle.

“I want beef, Max!” He called out.

“I was just about to ask.” Max shouted back, laughing.

“How are you feeling, love?” Draco asked him, moving over to sit by Harry’s feet on the floor, Ave in his arms.

“Hungry.” Harry laughed. “It’s funny how it comes on so quickly, but my stomach has shrunk so much that it needs lots of little meals through the day, instead of a few larger meals.”

“Whatever you need, gorgeous.” Max insisted, coming into the room with a sandwich. “There’s more if you want it, you can eat whatever you want now, in fact I encourage it.”

Harry only had eyes for the sandwich and he took the plate from Max and took a huge bite from the sandwich, happily humming.

“Oh, I adore you.” Max declared, kissing Harry’s head, but otherwise not disturbing his eating mate.

Max went to play with his children now that he was free to do so, and wasn’t snuggling a sleeping mate, and he sat on the floor and pulled Regan to him, sitting his boy on his thigh and picking up a toy to play with him. Regan giggled at him, but Max didn’t care.
Harry was full from just a sandwich, but he knew he would snack some more in about an hour, and instead he took his plate out to the sink and made tea for everyone. He couldn’t carry so many cups however, nor could he carry a tray, so he carried the tea to his mates, two mugs at a time. He’d made Blaise a cup of coffee, after sniffing it a bit first to make sure his stomach stayed in place, and his mate’s purple eyes lit up with joy as he pulled Harry into a snog.

“Merry Christmas, honey.” Harry teased. “You get your coffee today.”

“Grazie, Bello. Ti amo.”

“And I love you too.” Harry giggled, heading back to the kitchen to grab Max and Draco’s tea.

He handed out the two mugs, went to get his own and he finally got to ease back into his seat then, with his own tea, and he took a sip and sighed happily.

“You look so contented.” Max grinned.

“Oh, I am.” Harry told him, grinning back. “I’ve had a nap, I’ve filled my belly and now I can relax with tea. I’m very contented.”

“Contented and relaxed is a very good look on you.” Blaise told him.

“I’m just missing baby cuddles.” Harry joked.

“You can have your pick. Here.”

Draco reached forward and snagged Farren, picking him up and settling him on the settee next to Harry.

“Mummy.”

“Do you want to cuddle with me?” Harry asked, holding out his arms.

“Yeah.” Farren giggled and reached over to him, hugging him tight around the neck.

“Damn, your grip is getting tight, love. We might need to start teaching you not to squeeze.”

“Is it getting bad?” Max asked concernedly. “I remember all through my childhood being taught control. My parents used a doll that was charmed to cry whenever it was squeezed too hard. I’ll ask them for the charm and we’ll see how Farren reacts to it.”

“That might be a good idea with a new baby coming into the house. I know he doesn’t mean it, he just doesn’t know his own strength.” Harry said, holding Farren close to himself, waiting for his baby boy to let go.

“Here, distract him with this.” Blaise told him, passing over a brand new book.

Harry settled back, put Farren next to himself with an arm wrapped around him, and he showed him the book.

“Let’s have a story, Farren.” He said happily, opening it to the first page.

Their afternoon passed very quickly. It was boisterous, loud, but Harry would not have it any other way, as Max topped up the tea yet again and passed Harry a mince pie.
They were going to Alexander’s later on, for a festive family get-together. Nasta assured them that they were not going to stay long, though told Max that he could, of course, stay with his family as long as he wanted, but their kids needed to get to bed on time, and truthfully, so did Harry.
It was relaxing, in the way that their family life always was these days, loud, energetic, with a side of eardrum bursting shrieks and copious cups of tea, with or without snacks. Harry really enjoyed it, having a family of his own, and he was more grateful on days of family celebration than he believed himself capable of putting into words. It almost choked him when he realised that it was Christmas Day, and he was sat in the middle of the room, his family all around him, laughing, playing, enjoying themselves, baby and mate alike. He was no longer the lonely little boy, excluded from everything, locked into his cupboard and forced to listen to Dudley complain that he hadn’t got enough presents, or he wanted more turkey on his plate when Harry hadn’t eaten in a day or two. It hit him right in the chest, making it hard to breathe, but it also made him smile so widely it hurt. His own children would never know a life like his, even Leolin was included and sat up, being held on his Daddy Draco’s lap, still clutching his light up ball. This is what real family was, and it was his family.

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Taking armfuls of babies over to another house was a military operation for them now, as their children outnumbered them and Harry couldn’t floo anywhere alone because of his pregnancy, and his rather terrible track record with his face planting landings. They did eventually make it for four in the afternoon, they were going to leave at six and get the kids wound down and into bed, and hopefully they would be so worn out that they’d fall straight to sleep. After the busy day that they’d had, that was exactly what Harry was going to do too.

“There you are, we thought you had decided not to come.” Richard greeted them, already rather merry with a glass of wine in one hand.

“Of course we were coming.” Max insisted, going to pull his Dad into a hug and a kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

“I hope you had a good one this year, I know I did.” Richard actually giggled and Max lifted both eyebrows.

“How much have you had to drink, Dad?”

“Too much, I know.” Richard answered. “But I got given seven bottles of wine this year, from colleagues, past clients, friends. I wanted to taste them all and Alexander always has good wine.”

Max chuckled. “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”

“Oh, care bear, I’m fucking counting on it!” Richard declared happily, toasting Max with his glass of wine.

“I…really did not need to hear that.” Max insisted. “Where’s Mum and Dad?”

“Your Mother is…is in the kitchen, last I saw.” Richard told them. “Your Father is talking to your Grandfather, something serious.”

“What’s happened?” Harry asked worriedly.

“Nothing that you should concern yourself about on Christmas, love.” Richard told him sternly.

Nasta took over and herded them into the huge garden that was always used for family get-togethers, because they wouldn’t all fit in the one room, and their children went toddling, or crawling, off to interact with the other children running around…they were mostly Shae’s kids, as she was one of the only submissive’s who didn’t smother her children and she let them just be kids.
It was half an hour before Harry saw Myron or Alexander, he’d spent most of his time with Xerxes, who he had found himself becoming much closer with, since Evelyn’s death and the revelation that they coped with grief the same way, and of course since it had been Xerxes’ hand holding his insides in his body after that horrendous fight, plus he had been the first person Harry remembered seeing after he’d first woken up in the Dracken healing halls. He really liked Xerxes and he was so absorbed with their conversation that he missed Myron sneaking up on them.

“There you are.” Myron’s voice came from behind him and Harry all but leapt from his skin, gasping and immediately moving to slip behind Xerxes for protection.

“Myron!” Xerxes chastised his baby brother. “You know he’s pregnant, what are you trying to do, scare the baby out of him?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” Myron said, sounding very remorseful. “I never meant to frighten you, but no one had seen you in a while.”

Harry rolled his eyes and separated himself from Xerxes’ back, moving to hug Myron tightly.

“I’m fine. I know I’m pregnant, but I’m in the garden still.”

“I realise that, I’m sorry. I just haven’t had a chance to greet you today.”

Harry chuckled. “Merry Christmas, Myron.”

Myron gave him a smirk. “Merry Christmas, son.”

Harry was hugged tightly, but it was his throat that was tighter as he clutched at Myron. Hearing Myron or Richard call him their son, it would never get old, and he would never tire of hearing it. Maybe one day he would gather the courage to call them both ‘Dad’, but he was still too uncertain of himself, and he’d never had parents, or any real parental figures, and he was worried of it messing up the relationship he already had with them.

“Did you find him?” Alexander’s voice interrupted. “Oh, you did, wonderful. How are you, sweetness?”

“Fine.” Harry said with a smile. “How are…?”

“Mama.” One of his twin girls called out the moment she saw him.

Harry chuckled and took Eva from Alexander’s arms and snuggled her tightly.

“I didn’t even get five minutes for a cuddle.” Alexander sighed as he relinquished the baby in his arms with a teasing smile.

“They’re coming on so well now that they’re almost a year old.” Harry said, bouncing his little girl.

“Are you all ready for the quintuplets’ birthday in six days?”

Harry groaned. “Stop reminding me how little time I have left to prepare it all. Why did I have to give birth to them just six days after Christmas?”

“I just can’t believe those little ones are all turning two.” Xerxes chuckled, shaking his head.

Harry grinned. “It has been pointed out that I need to have more babies outside of winter.”

“But you have…” Alexander stopped himself as he considered his thoughts, and then he laughed. “Just Braiden. But of course, this is only your fourth pregnancy and he is going to be born in winter too. I forget how few pregnancies you’ve had compared to how many babies.”

“We were having this discussion only the other day.” Harry said. “Only Braiden was born outside of winter, so my loving mates are conspiring together to give me some more autumnal, or vernal, babies.”

“Look at you using posh words. Has Nasta been expanding your vocabulary again?” Xerxes teased.

Harry grinned and nodded. “Yeah, he has. He sat down and taught me what they meant when he used them in conversation and he saw me staring at him blankly. Of course I don’t understand why people don’t just say autumn and spring, but then people usually say things they don’t mean, or use more words than needed to speak, just to show off.”

“Do you know winter and summer too?” Myron asked with a smirk.

“Hibernal and…aestival?” Harry asked, thinking back to Nasta’s words.

“I’m glad that Nasta at least is teaching you new things.”

Harry grinned. “Oh Max teaches me things too, I just wouldn’t want to repeat exactly what he teaches me in present company.”

“You are getting as bad as Richard.” Myron complained, while Alexander laughed and Xerxes just rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“That’s not an insult.” Harry pointed out with a grin. “I’m actually going to take it as a compliment.”

“Of course you are.” Myron chuckled himself, ruffling Harry’s hair until it was all over his head and sticking up in every which way…it was as if Draco hadn’t combed it for ten minutes prior to coming out.

“Draco will launch at your throat if he sees what you’ve done to his hard work.” Harry giggled.

That sobered all three men and Harry realised that perhaps he shouldn’t have joked about Draco attacking anyone, not to these three men at least, who had been some of the very first to respond to his distress call that awful day. Harry hated that he couldn’t joke about something like that, like normal people could, without that fight springing to mind and ruining the mood.

“How is life at home?” Xerxes plucked up the courage to ask.

Harry’s first instinct was to get angry. It wasn’t as if Draco beat them black and blue on a daily basis, but then his mind flashed back to when he’d first mated to Draco, to the over exaggerated punishment he’d received because Draco’s instincts had been skewed by the potion he’d been taking to hide himself. The anger melted away and with its absence he just felt tired.

He sighed heavily. “I think you would have been among the first to know if anything…untoward had happened at home.” He said tiredly.

“Zerry wasn’t just asking about Draco.” Myron told him, ignoring the glare he got for using Xerxes’ hated nickname. “How have they all been treating you?”

Harry frowned, but realised a moment later that they were talking about the aftermath of the fight, when he and the kids had been taken from their home for their own protection when Georgio Alessandri had invoked the Submissive Protection Act. What a fiasco that had been too.

“Blaise was never involved in any of that. The fight or the aftermath.” Harry pointed out, because though he didn’t like anyone bringing up the fact that his dominants had been declared unfit to look after him, he hated more that Blaise was lumped in with all of that and he’d never done anything wrong in the first place. “But, yeah, things have been good. I have no complaints aimed at them. I wish I could sleep and eat more, I wish I stopped running for the toilet every twenty minutes and I wish little thunderer would stop bouncing around so much, but they’ve all been great. Max waits on me hand and foot, just waiting for me to say I’m hungry before he runs to get whatever I fancy. Nasta will get up at four in the morning to slice me an apple, or a mango, because I’ve woken up in the night craving something. I mean Draco sat up with me for two hours just three days ago, reading to me, because the baby wouldn’t settle and I couldn’t sleep. I have no complaints about any of them, they’ve learnt and we’ve grown as a family.” Harry shrugged.

“Well, I for one, am very glad to hear that.” Alexander told him with a smile.

“I don’t believe for a single second that anything like that fight will ever happen again. I wouldn’t be here if I had any doubts.” Harry said seriously. “If not for myself, then for my children. I would never take any sort of risk with them, and if I thought that a single one of my mates was a risk, or there was any chance of anything like that fight happening again, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Logically we know that.” Myron told him. “We just want to look after you and part of that is making sure you’re okay.”

Harry nodded. “Let us drop this subject now, it’s too heavy for the festive period. I’m fine, the kids are fine, our family is fine. Nothing like that will ever happen again, because if it does, they all know that me and the kids will be gone. We’ve all been through therapy, Draco is continuing his anger management, and I’m still in touch with my mind healer. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Well then, onto happier topics, did you get everything you asked for, for Christmas?” Alexander teased.

Harry was forced to laugh. “And then some. I was spoilt rotten and so were the kids. Even our thunderer got presents and he’s not even bloody born!”

“Who in the name of Merlin bought anything for an unborn baby?” Xerxes asked with a laugh.

“Max, who else?” Harry grinned. “I wanted thunder and lightning style bedding for him, sort of a joke for all the times we’ve called him thunderer, but Max actually went out and found some.”

“We should have known it was Max.” Xerxes grinned at his baby brother.

Myron rolled his eyes. “Of course it was.”

“We’ve had a good day, of course the kids are worn out.” Harry indicated Eva in his arms, now fast asleep. “I wish I could have eaten more for dinner, because Max went all out and it looked amazing, but there’s always next year. I’ve already told them that if I’m pregnant for Christmas next year they’re all being castrated.”

That made the three older men laugh.

“Well don’t come complaining to us that you’re sexually frustrated and they can’t take care of you.” Xerxes joked. He regretted it immediately when Harry gave him a sly, naughty grin.

“They’ll still have hands and mouths.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Myron chastised and Harry laughed, loudly.

“Am I missing the fun over here?” Max grinned as he jogged over, following the sound of Harry’s laughter.

Harry gave him a wide grin, and Max couldn’t help but bend down to kiss him. He loved it when Harry was this happy.

“You wouldn’t be saying ‘fun’ if you knew just what he was talking about.” Xerxes told his nephew.

“Okay, now I’m scared.” Max chuckled.

“I was just saying how I’d castrated you all if I’m pregnant next Christmas.” Harry said innocently.

“Oh, ow, love.” Max grinned. “What would you do without the four of us? Besides, only one of us has gotten you pregnant with our thunderer. Castrate him.”

“It might be you!” Alexander pointed out, laughing.

“My Sickles are on Nasta.” Max said confidently. “The amount of fruit Harry is eating, it can’t be anyone else’s.”

“That’s not an indication of paternity.” Myron said.

“It should be.” Max grinned.

“Besides, Harry says even if you are castrated…”

“Zerry!” That was Myron.

“Xerxes!” That was a laughing Alexander.

Xerxes raised an eyebrow at his Father and brother, before turning back to Max. “He said you’ll still have your hands and mouths.”

Max blinked, looked down at a grinning Harry, and then he laughed just as loudly as Harry had.

“It’s true.” Harry chuckled, happy to see Max so amused.

“Yeah, but don’t even try to pretend you won’t miss our thighs.” Max winked.

That clenched Harry’s gut, even as the older men all groaned and complained. He thought of the powerful thrusts those thighs could manage. He thought of Nasta’s hip rolling and he shivered, arousal making his blood hot.

“Okay, I’ve changed my mind. You’ve convinced me.” Harry declared to more groans and pleas to stop this conversation.

Harry reached up with his free hand and pulled Max into a snog, his blood pounding in his ears. It was the first time in weeks that he’d felt any sort of need for sex, and it was so strong that he wanted Max, right then and there.

“Steady on, boys.” Alexander chuckled. “You have a baby between you.”

“Looks like I’m not the only one in the mood!” That was Richard’s rather drunken voice chiming in.

“How much have you had now? You’re weaving.” Myron sighed.

“I’m dancing!” Richard declared and Harry stepped away from Max’s chest to look at him, already grinning. “Harry, honey, come and dance with me!”

Harry laughed, hard. “I can’t, Richard. I can barely walk, let alone dance. Our thunderer won’t let me, I’m much too big now.”

“I’ll dance with you, lover!” Came Ashleigh’s voice and Richard turned immediately and opened his arms.

Myron sighed as they both embraced drunkenly and started twisting and spinning together.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it, My.” Xerxes ribbed his brother, laughing at his brother and sister-in-law. “You wouldn’t have them any other way and you know it.”

Myron cracked a grin then. “I’m just envisioning myself looking after them both tomorrow morning and how much whinging I’m going to have to listen to.”

“Save that for tomorrow.” Alexander chuckled. “Laugh at them now, in the moment. They’re happy, you’re all together, and you’re having fun.”

“I am wondering how long I’ll leave them before graciously fetching them a headache reliever and a stomach settler, though.”

Harry giggled at that. “I’d leave it for ten, fifteen minutes or so, then grab one for them.”

“I was thinking of leaving them for half a day.” Myron mused.

“No.” Harry shook his head. “It’s still Boxing Day, still a time for family. You can’t miss out on half of that. Besides, they’re your mates, you can’t leave them to suffer.”

“They don’t know that.” Myron winked.

Harry laughed and turned back to Max. “Remember our first Valentine’s Day?”

“Bits of it.” Max grinned.

That made Harry laugh hard and he quickly passed the sleeping Eva over to Max before crouching down.

“Go to the bathroom.” Max chuckled. “You’ll only wet yourself now.”

“What happened? Harry, are you okay?” Blaise asked, hurrying over.

“He’s laughing too much.” Max chuckled at Blaise’s concern. “He’s going to have an accident if he’s not careful.”

“Come on, Bello.” Blaise chuckled, helping Harry to his feet and escorting him over the garden and to the house. “What was so funny?” He asked once they were in the house and going to one of the three bathrooms.

“Richard and Ashleigh drunk dancing.” Harry giggled. “It just reminded me of our first Valentine’s Day together. Do you remember?”

“Barely.” Blaise said, frowning. “Is that my head injury? I don’t remember it affecting my memories so far back or…”

“No.” Harry said immediately, soothingly. “None of us remember all of it. Just pieces, but we all remember something different.” Harry giggled again. “We got very, very drunk.”

Blaise blinked as that obviously rattled some memory loose. He grinned and then chuckled. “Now I remember. The hideous little Muggle hotel with the ugly décor?”

“That’s the one.” Harry giggled. “We were so drunk, and had so much sex!” Harry laughed again and they had to stop while Harry controlled the urge to release his bladder. “I shouted at the wall!” He laughed.

Blaise laughed now to see Harry like this and they finally made it to the bathroom, where Harry could finally empty his bladder and laugh as much as he wanted.

“Why did you shout at the wall?” Blaise asked, not remembering that part of the night.

“The neighbours didn’t like hearing us as much as we did.” Harry said, then laughed more.

Blaise grinned, unable to help it as he watched Harry all but fall to pieces with laughter.

“Come on, wash your hands. We only have half an hour left of mingling, then Nasta wants all the kids home and in bed.”

Harry was still giggling randomly as Blaise escorted him back down the stairs and out into the garden.

“There you are, I’ve been…what’s wrong?” Nasta asked immediately, coming towards them, and catching sight of the tear tracks on Harry’s face.

“It’s fine, Nasta. Completely fine.” Blaise soothed. “He’s been laughing too much.”

Harry giggled again and held his arms out to Nasta, who hugged him tightly, but pulled back to rub the tracks from his face with cold thumbs.

“What set you off?” Nasta asked with a smile.

“The Valentine’s anniversary that none of us really remember.” Blaise answered, Harry just burst into a fit of giggles.

Nasta grimaced. “Remind me to never drink that heavily again. I felt bad for days afterwards.”

“The people next door kept shouting at us.” Harry giggled.

“We were excessively loud.” Nasta allowed with a smirk of his own. “What made you think of that?”

“Richard’s three sheets to the wind and he was dancing…badly. With Ashleigh.” Harry giggled and then laughed hard.

Nasta chuckled. “Well all of the kids are falling like flies. I think it’s only Farren and Calix still awake. We’ve got about fifteen minutes and then I want them all home and in bed.”

Harry nodded. “We can tidy up a bit and then snuggle together. But I want some of that gateaux that Alexander has first. The one with the cherries.”

“Black forest?” Blaise asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, that one.”

“Come on then. Let’s get you some cake and make sure you eat it where Max can see you so he doesn’t fret.” Blaise chuckled.

“He’s worried too much about what I’m eating or not.” Harry huffed. “I know my own body and I know what will make me sick or not. I’ll be nesting soon, and our baby will be here in just six weeks! He can go back to feeding me up then, just not now, because I’m more likely to vomit if I’m too full.”

“I’ll make sure to remind him again.” Nasta told him, bending to kiss him. “Now go and get some cake.”

That cheered Harry back up and he went with Blaise to grab a small serving of the black forest gateaux. Nasta shook his head and went to grab Draco, who was cradling a sleeping Leolin.

“Do you want to take him back, love? I’m going to grab the others and join you. They need to be in their cots.”

Draco nodded. “Where’s Harry?”

“Raiding the cakes with Blaise.” Nasta grinned.

Draco laughed. “Make sure Max sees. Of course if it was one thing that could make him eat just a little more, it would be a good cake.”

“Black forest gateaux in particular.” Nasta added.

“Fresh cream and cherries.” Draco nodded. “A typical Harry combination. Though I had some earlier, and it is particularly delicious.”

“I’ll grab you a slice and bring it home for you, just get some tea going.”

“Had enough of all this wine and champagne floating around?” Draco teased.

“More than enough.” Nasta grinned. “Now go. I’m going to grab one of our sleeping beauties and join you home and I’ll see about getting them all, and then rounding up the wayward mates. If they’re done raiding the cakes.” He added with a chuckle.

It took another twenty minutes to track down all their sleeping children, and the two who were awake, because whenever Nasta had tried to grab Calix, he slipped through someone else’s legs and ran off. It was Nicodemus who had caught him in the end, when he’d seen Nasta trying to catch his son and Calix had tried to go through his legs.
Calix had not been happy and had thrown a tantrum, trashing and throwing his body around in Nasta’s arms. He’d had to curl up around him and hold his wrists tight just to get him safely through the floo. He’d had a time out as soon as he’d gotten home before he was changed and put to bed in a separate room so that he didn’t wake up his brothers and sister.
The last child he’d tracked down was Eva, who was still sleeping, snuggled up in Max’s arms.

“I’ve got her, Caru.” Nasta insisted, taking their daughter.

“Are the kids all home? I heard Calix screaming from here.”

“Yes, all home and dealt with and despite how much fun he’s having, Harry’s getting tired too.”

“He’s been eating a lot of cake, make sure he’s not sick later.” Max said.

Nasta nodded. “Come back whenever you want.”

The two of them kissed and Nasta left Max to it as he went to hunt down his other mates. He passed Eva to Blaise and took Harry himself, who was holding a napkin covered plate of different cake slices.

“I got a gateaux slice for Draco.” Harry said with a smile, and Nasta had to bent and kiss him with that look on his face.

“Let’s get you home and give you a sit down and some tea.”

“Sounds like heaven.” Harry joked.

“It will be.” Nasta swore.

They’d had a wonderful Christmas Day, and now that it was gone six in the evening and all the kids were in bed, it was their time to sit and relax. To enjoy one another and just rest for a bit as they mused on their day. The kids had certainly been excited, and spoilt, but they were all happy and in just six days their little quintuplets were turning two. That was going to be a hectic day too, but as Harry presented Draco with his plate of scavenged cake slices, the four of them sitting down to cwtch together with tea, they didn’t think about six days from now, they only thought about that day, that moment, and the only thing that was missing was of course Max, but none of them begrudged him time with his family, not even as they snuggled together in front of the fire.

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“Tell me again why we agreed to throw them a party?” Draco demanded as he took a wet wipe to Regan’s face, which was covered in cake.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Harry said weakly, as he stared at the cake stuck to the ceiling of the kitchen.

“Next year, they aren’t having a party.” Draco carried on.

“I think it was just too close to Christmas.” Harry tried. “They are only two.”

“It’s fine.” Max stressed, even as he cleaned up cake from the floor with a tea towel. “They’re just over stimulated. We should have really seen this coming.”

Harry, who had been forbidden from helping with the clean up now that he was five weeks to his due date, looked around, slightly lost as to what to do. Blaise and Nasta had the wound up kids in hand, Max and Draco were handling the clean-up, and all the guests had left them in peace after the fiasco that was several kids screaming and throwing cake around.

“Two parties and sets of presents less than a week apart was probably a bit much for them.” Harry said, nibbling on his lip.

“Please go and sit in the living room, love.” Max told him, again. “I’ll bring you some tea in now.”

“I’m not hurt. It was a fistful of cake, not a brick.” Harry said.

“Still, please go and rest. You don’t like standing up for too long now you’re in the third trimester.”

Harry sighed and gave it up, and went to go into the living room to sit down. His mates were almost fanatical now that the New Year was at midnight and with it being the start of a brand new millennium, let alone a new year, they were expecting a lot of noise and upset. They’d already warded the kids’ nurseries with Harry’s favourite spell, the Muffliato charm, and blacked out the windows too, in preparation.
Harry had wanted to see in the new millennium with his mates, but he just didn’t know if he could make it until midnight. He’d thought about taking a nap, but how could he leave his mates like this, with several wound up, tantrum throwing babies?
He could hear the kids screaming from upstairs, where Blaise and Nasta were trying to calm them down, and he heard Max going to join them, presumably taking the cleaned up Regan with him as a minute or so after that Draco came to join him in the living room with a tray of tea, with no Regan in sight.

“All clean?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded and sat beside him with a groan. “We never expected that, even if we should have.”

Harry hummed and sipped on the tea handed to him and turned to snuggle into Draco. “All that we need now is for our thunderer to wake up and start beating up my insides, or for me to slip into nesting instincts and run off outside.”

“Is that how you’re feeling?” Draco asked seriously.

Harry shook his head. “You know the instincts will come on suddenly. I get no prior indication, the same with my heat periods. One moment I’m fine, the next I’m not. But our boy is being quiet today, thankfully. I think after the week or two of so much activity that he just has to stop and rest himself. Thank Merlin.”

“If he keeps that up then you might actually have a quiet night in bed.”

“I’m not looking that far ahead, I’m just glad I’ve been able to eat a little more today. The first thing I’m going to do when he’s out, and normal function has been resumed, is sitting down and gorging.”

Someone laughed from the doorway and Max dropped over the back of the settee to grin down at him. Harry grinned back at him and puckered his lips. Max dropped down further and kissed him before vaulting the settee and landing on it.

“Everything sorted up there?” Draco asked him.

“Yeah, Nas and Blaise have it well in hand. It’s only Calix still showing off, but Nasta is getting impatient now. You know what that means.”

“Everyone do as Daddy Nasta says, or the punishments come out.” Harry grinned.

“You could do well in remembering that too, sometimes.” Nasta purred.

“What is with you guys sneaking up on me today.” Harry giggled.

Nasta did as Max had, and popped out from over the settee, even as Blaise slipped around and squeezed himself between Max and Harry, snuggling in.

“Hi there.” Harry grinned.

Nasta kissed him, then moved to kiss Draco and then Blaise.

“Where’s mine?” Max demanded.

“Right…” Nasta kissed Max and smiled. “…here.”

“Come and drink your tea and settle down a little.” Harry encouraged, grinning at them both. “You deserve the rest.”

Nasta squeezed onto the settee with them all and groaned as he took the weight from his feet.

“So…that was a complete disaster.” Blaise commented.

Harry laughed and dribbled a bit of tea down his chin.

“Damn it, Blaise.” Harry giggled, wiping his chin with his sleeve before Draco could get there with his handkerchief.

“Don’t wipe your face with your sleeve.” Draco sighed exasperatedly. He was ignored.

“So next year we skip the third birthday party.” Max chuckled.

“Well hopefully they’ll be better by next year.” Harry pointed out, but his mates could see that he was uncertain and starting to look a little fretful.

“We wouldn’t really not give them a birthday party, Harry.” Nasta soothed, immediately realising the problem.

“Of course not!” Max denied. “Our little terrors need spoiling.”

“Sorry, it’s just…I know how it feels not to have a birthday party, or any acknowledgement of a birthday, and…I never want my babies to know that feeling. I don’t want any of you to ever know that feeling.”

“I hate those bastards so fucking much.” Max growled, even as he reached over and joined the group hug around Harry.

“I’m just a little emotional at the moment.” Harry sniffed. “My babies turning two, heavily pregnant with our ninth baby, our little girls are just a few weeks from turning a year old.”

“Well…at least we’ll get them to a year old before we have another newborn in the house.” Max tried to joke. It fell a little flat, but his mates still flashed him small smiles.

“You’ve gone and jinxed it now, he’ll come the day before their birthday.” Harry chuckled, brushing his eyes.

“Nah, he’s going to be good and stay right where he is.” Draco told him.

Harry grinned then. “No, he’s definitely half mine, there’s no way he’s going to be completely good.”

“Whenever he comes, we’ll be ready. I think tomorrow we should set up his bassinet in our bedroom, just to prepare.” Nasta said.

Harry perked up excitedly. “I’d like that!” He said.

His mates all laughed at him.

“Okay, we’ll sort that. Anyone remember exactly where we put the bassinets?” Max asked with a frown.

“They’re flat packed in the basement storage.” Nasta said.

Draco groaned theatrically. “Not flat packed! Why did we flat pack them and not just leave them as they were?”

“It created more space.” Nasta said. “But there are four of us. We can put up a simple bassinet between us, not only do we have magic, but we’ve done it before.”

“I’ll go out and buy a new mattress too. Our little boy needs his luxuries.” Max told them.

“How is a new mattress a luxury?” Draco demanded.

“He’s been nestling in Harry’s gorgeous body for seven months, nothing is going to compare to that.” Max pointed out with a grin. “So we need to give him luxuries, like a new mattress, to make up for the discomfort of being born.”

“You’re so daft. I love you.” Harry declared with a smile.

“I love you too, gorgeous.”

The heavy talk and the bad feelings were gone and forgotten, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence together. Draco grabbed his book and started reading, Blaise seemed to be dozing against Max, while Max himself was debating with Nasta on the properties of dragon blood in potions, and Harry was content to sit, and not think at all, while he finished his tea.
At least he was until his unborn son came awake with a squirm and a sudden foot to the bladder.

“Oh!” He gasped, shifting forward and putting his cup down on the table and struggling to get to his feet. He had the attention of all four of his mates, who looked on, very concerned.

“Are you okay?” Blaise asked him, putting a hand to his back to help him up.

“Baby’s awake, foot in bladder.” He said shortly as he found his feet and hurried as fast as he possibly could to the bathroom just outside the room.

“That baby is a terror.” Blaise sighed. “Watch him be a plank sleeper when he’s born.”

“It probably means he’s a bigger size than our previous babies.” Nasta said calmly. “The baby’s bigger, so there’s less room, so he’s moving about all of Harry’s organs.”

“But after quintuplets?” Blaise frowned.

“Remember what happened with those quintuplets.” Draco cut in. “They had such little room that they stretched practically out of Harry’s body at just four months gestation. I don’t think any of us would wish that on him again, but our thunderer is a singleton, for him to be alone in there, and still causing such problems, he’s going to be our biggest, heaviest baby to date. It’s a good thing, of course, because it means he’ll be healthier, but it means Harry has to suffer while carrying him.”

“Harry is going to be fine.” Nasta soothed gently. “We’re going to look after him, and once he has had the baby we can let him rest and pamper him.”

“Same as usual, the first week after the baby he doesn’t lift a finger?” Max queried. “Longer if we can keep him lying down and resting, not that it ever works.”

The four of them snorted.

“We can try.” Nasta said with a smirk. “If we ply him with everything he needs, and don’t make him feel like he has to do anything, or that he’s missing out, we should be able to keep him lying down and resting.”

They fell silent when Harry came waddling back into the room…not that they’d ever say that he was waddling aloud, of course, but it was still true.

“Better?” Blaise asked as Harry settled back down beside him.

“Much. Thankfully it was my bladder though and not my stomach. I really don’t want to be sick today, on top of everything else.”

“Do you want more tea?” Max asked him, leaning forward to peer past Blaise.

“Yes, please. Can I have an apple too?”

“You can have what you want, love.”

Max stood and gave Harry a kiss before heading to the kitchen. He came back quickly with the apple while he waited for the kettle to boil and Harry thanked him and bit into it happily. He loved the crisp, crunchy apples the best.
Nasta didn’t move over to sit by him for once, but Harry reasoned that it was because he was sandwiched between Blaise and Draco and Nasta didn’t want to move either of them, but Harry felt those hazel-gold eyes on him regardless. It made him smile to himself, mostly because he knew he would be getting a thorough snog from Nasta while he still tasted of apple. He had made the promise to himself to keep eating fruit after he had the baby, purely to get kisses from Nasta.

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Harry was fast asleep on the settee and even though it was coming up to midnight, none of them had the heart to wake him. He’d tried so hard to stay awake, but he’d nodded off near eleven, leaving the four of them to see in the New Year together.
Nasta was sat with Blaise laying on his chest, he was running his hand over Blaise’s back feeling very contented and listening to Blaise breathing. Just beside them, on the opposite end of the settee, Harry was snuffling softly in his sleep. Nasta could hear him and it settled him down more, his Dracken side was happy and content because his home was peaceful and his submissive well cared for, and all of this was despite the fact that four of their five quintuplets had played up at their birthday tea, which had set off the twin girls and woken up Leolin who had been startled and then grumpy because of his disturbed sleep, and everything, and some people too, had ended up covered in smashed up cake.

“Everything’s quiet up there.” Max said in a whisper as he came back into the living room. “All of them are fast asleep and none of them are wet. I still can’t get over how cute Braiden looks in his own little bed though.”

“They’re all growing up.” Draco pointed out softly. “Six two year olds and two soon to be one year olds. They’re all getting better at talking, they’re all pretty much walking now too. The girls might stumble a little, and Calix will crawl if he falls, but they’re all mobile. Even Leolin is coming on more, though he is the exception to the walking and talking.”

“He’s going to be.” Nasta said calmly. “Being a Faerie, he doesn’t keep to the same schedule as the other babies so it’s useless to compare him to them. But having the others all up on their feet will have us run off of ours soon enough.”

“Especially with the new baby.” Max added. “We’re not going to be getting enough sleep for starters and if we do carry on having a rota for night duties, our sleep will still be disturbed and only one of us will be getting paternity leave, if the baby is even mine or Nasta’s.”

“Calm, Caru.” Nasta soothed. “Everything will work itself out. There are five of us, and we have extended family who are willing to help us, even if it is a play date for a few hours while we catch a nap, or sort out the washing.”

Max groaned in horror as he remembered the state the washing had gotten in just after their twins had been born.

“I hope we never get so behind in the washing ever again.”

“Eight kids all wearing clothes and pyjamas, with Leolin and the girls sometimes needing to be changed halfway through the day, on top of our clothes and workwear, I think we need two washing machines.” Blaise said sleepily.

“Oh, you are awake.” Max said. “I wasn’t sure.”

“I’m awake, just very happy right where I am.”

Nasta went back to stroking over Blaise’s head, neck and back, feeling protective of him all of a sudden as he remembered that he might not have had the chance to do this if things had been different. He hated thinking on that awful six minutes when Blaise had literally been dead and gone. They had him back now, he was doing well, but that still didn’t mean Nasta wasn’t protective and at times rather possessive.
Harry squirmed and all four of them went silent immediately, holding their breaths, just in case, but those green eyes blinked open and that beautiful face scrunched up right before Harry yawned.

“Have I missed it?” He asked softly, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“No. It’s ten minutes to go.” Max told him, moving to crouch in front of Harry.

Harry hummed. “Good. I didn’t want to miss it.”

Harry sat himself up, with help from Max, but he shivered too and immediately Max wrapped his arms around him, offering himself up for warmth.

“You woke up because you were cold, didn’t you?” Max asked.

“Yeah.” Harry replied, but immediately he had the throw from the back of the settee wrapped around him.

“Are you sick?” Draco asked concernedly.

Harry shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. I was just cold.”

Max sat up on the settee next to Harry and cuddled him up in the blanket, getting a smile for it too.

“We’ll keep an eye on you, just in case.” Nasta said seriously.

“You always do.” Harry chuckled, even as he absentmindedly drew on Max’s chest with his fingers.

“Does anyone want tea?” Draco asked.

“It’s too late for that.” Blaise complained.

“I want juice though.” Harry said. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. Does anyone want water or juice?”

“Nah.” Max said, shaking his head. Blaise just shook his head against Nasta’s chest.

“I’ll have water, please Draco.” Nasta said and Draco nodded and went to the kitchen.

“Are the kids alright? Has anyone been up to check on them?”

“I went up, love. Everyone is fine and accounted for, happily sleeping and they were all dry.”

Harry nodded and snuggled up further in the blanket.

“We’ll get you up to bed now as soon as we’ve seen in the New Year.” Nasta said firmly.

“New millennium.” Harry corrected.

Nasta smiled at him. “The new millennium then, but as soon as we’ve shared a snog and well wishes, we’ll all be in bed.”

“Boo, Nas, where’s your sense of adventure? Where is your sex drive?” Max declared.

Draco laughed as he came in, carrying three glasses, two of water and one of orange squash. Harry was laughing hard, even as Nasta shook his head.

“I said that we’d be in bed, Cariad, I said nothing about sleeping. Of course if you wanted to be a glutton for punishment and want to get in bed for half-twelve and then have sex, and still get up at six in the morning with the kids, of course I’ll personally see to it that you’re indulged.”

“I want to be indulged. Always.” Max grinned.

“I’m not tired.” Draco smirked.

“I can rise to the occasion.” Blaise chuckled, despite the fact that he sounded very sleepy.

“I’ll try.” Harry grinned. “I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep during, but I can try.”

“You’ve fallen asleep on us more times than I want to remember!” Max teased.

“There has always been extenuating circumstances.” Harry pointed out with an exaggerated pout.

Max kissed him. “We forgive you because you’re adorable.”

Harry snorted and accepted his drink from Draco, thanking him and taking a big gulp.

“How long now?” Harry asked Nasta.

“A few more minutes. You’ll know when as there will be a barrage of fireworks.”

“Better not wake up my baby.” Harry grumbled.

“We’ve put a silencing ward around every nursery, Harry.” Draco reminded him.

“I meant this one.” Harry said, patting his bump.

“Does noise bother him?” Blaise asked curiously, his brows furrowed.

“It can.” Harry nodded. “If it’s loud enough it can even damage his hearing, but its noises that cause vibrations that need to be avoided the most. Naturally anything that startles me, like sudden noises, affects him too.”

“Will fireworks be okay?” Max asked worriedly.

Harry shrugged. “Should be. As long as I’m not right next to them, and I don’t plan on staying down here listening to them. As soon as it hits midnight, I want to be upstairs in our blissfully silent bedroom.”

A sudden loud boom made all five of them jump, but the focus was immediately on Harry.

“That.” He said. “That’s what should be avoided.”

“Some moron is forty seconds early.” Nasta growled.

“And now he’s awake. Great.” Harry grumbled to himself, laying a hand on his cartwheeling son.

“Well, look on the bright side.” Max said, and Harry looked at him expectantly. “You won’t be able to sleep for at least an hour.” He waggled his eyebrows and Harry snorted and wormed a hand free of the blanket to give his mate an offhand smack.

“We’ll see.” Harry smirked, knowing full well that he would join in with his amorous mates.

“Ten seconds.” Nasta called out to them and suddenly Draco appeared on Harry’s other side and Blaise and Nasta squashed in on Max’s other side.

They jostled one another, wrapped arms around the nearest body, and when the countdown hit one, Harry found himself in a three-way snog with Draco and Max.
They broke apart and Harry reached out for Blaise, then to Nasta.

“A brand new millennium.” Draco mused.

“A clean slate and a chance to do things better.” Max said, slinging an arm around Draco and pulling him into another kiss, to the earth-splitting booms of fireworks going off outside.

“Things will be better this year.” Harry said with a smile.

“We’ll make sure of it.” Blaise insisted, reaching out to touch Harry’s face.

Harry smiled wider and bent forward to kiss him again.

“Let’s take this upstairs, lovers.” Harry said softly.

Max stood up and picked Harry up, letting the blanket fall to the floor.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, dearest.” Max purred.

Harry laughed happily and reached out to grab a hold of Draco’s hand, tugging him along as Nasta shooed Blaise upstairs and stayed to make sure everything was off and locked up, just in case.

“The babies.” Harry said as they reached the first floor.

“They’re all fine, love.” Draco told him. “They’ll wake up with that maelstrom of noise from the fireworks if we open their doors. The baby monitors are all on, we’d hear them if there was a problem.”

Harry nodded in the face of that logic and he calmed himself. He pushed aside the urge to go and physically check on his babies and instead he threw himself into a kiss with Max.
He was gently, oh so gently, laid on the bed and he chuckled, grinning up at Max.

“What? You’re precious cargo, we have to be gentle with you.”

That made Harry laugh and he reached up to pull on Max’s collar, tugging him down and into a kiss. It was as Max all but slithered up his body that the first stirring of arousal hit Harry. Being so heavily pregnant did nothing for his sex drive, and even if he did feel like sex, sometimes his body made it impossible to manage, and nothing was more unsexy than leaning over the side of the bed and vomiting on the carpet.
But he had just five weeks until his ninth child was due to be born. He would be nesting soon, in as little as three weeks even, if not before then, as realistically it could be any day now, though he wanted, believed that he needed, to be here for his twin daughters’ first birthday. He would be devastated to miss that, but he had zero control over it.
He pushed those thoughts away as Nasta entered the bedroom and shut the door, the booms and screeches of the fireworks cutting off immediately. He was happy, and he was well cared for as one mate sucked a bruise onto his neck before kissing up to nibble on his ear, making him moan softly in want.
This year would be better, much better than their last, Harry knew it. He would work with his mates to ensure it. They would be fine, their family was growing, they were learning, and they would be perfectly fine together because everything would work out. That thought made Harry smile, even as he rolled his hips as much as he could and tugged on someone’s hair. They were going to be just fine, and he’d damn well prove it in any way that he could to anyone who doubted him.

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A/N: Merry Christmas, lovelies. I hope that you’re all having a good day, whether you celebrate or not. I am certainly enjoying myself and I’ve managed to sort this chapter out for you all now in the post dinner lull where I’m one of the only ones still awake. The read through has had a rush job though, so I apologise for any mistakes. Just point them out to me and I will fix them at a later date.

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