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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

Max chuckled softly, even as he climbed into the bed on the other side, next to Blaise. He was still worried, still scared that the other shoe would drop and that Harry and Taren might be hurt. But Nasta knew now. Nasta would look after them all, he always did. Max could always rely on Nasta for everything, he just needed to make sure that this time around, that he made sure that Nasta was well looked after, and satisfied, to make up for all his care of them as individuals, and as a family. They couldn’t let Nasta get burned out or so frayed that he snapped. They needed him, all of them needed him, so Max made a mental note, right before he dozed off to sleep, that he would make the time to pin Nasta down and take the burden of being the top dominant from his shoulders every now and then, in the only way he knew how, by pleasuring the fuck out of him. He smiled tiredly to himself, he would enjoy that, and he hoped that Nasta would too.

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four – Fluffy Comfort

Harry was recovering from the birth well, and their little Taren was going from strength to strength as well. He’d had a check-up with Healer Maximilian Almus, who had declared Harry to be recovering better than expected, and Taren to be thriving and healthy.
His mates had eased off, and relaxed a little after hearing that, and Harry had allowed himself a bit more freedom to play with his children more than he had been before.
It no longer hurt to sit on his knees and play with them. It no longer hurt to go from sitting to standing, or vice versa. It did still ache a little first thing in the morning, when he’d just woke up and tried to get out of bed, and Max still wouldn’t let him carry anything, or go up or down the stairs more than twice in an hour, ‘just in case’ his mate would insist, while giving him a worried look, but Harry was recovering, he was feeling better, and he was feeling more normal too.
He smiled down at Taren snuggled in his arms. He’d barely put the baby down since he’d been born and he really did look so much like Leolin, the only difference was the eyes…as a newborn Leolin’s eyes had been a pale, almost colourless blue, and Taren’s were a bright cornflower. Also, despite his hair having gone black, Leolin’s hair had been as equally colourless at birth, and Taren’s was thick and black already.

“Dearest?”

Harry was already smiling as he looked up at Max.

“Yes, Dear?” Harry teased.

“I’m going for a quick shower, do you need anything for now?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m well plied with goodies.” Harry chuckled, looking at the chocolate fudge bars Nasta had allowed him to have, next to the half full teapot and bottle of honey.

Max kissed the side of his head, gave a gentle squeeze to Taren’s socked foot, before leaving Harry in peace again.
Nasta had taken the other kids out into the garden. There was no snow out there at the moment, though it was cold and windy, but the kids were all wrapped up warm.
That idea had stemmed from Leolin needing a ‘Faerie moment’ as they were calling his urge for outdoor time, and Braiden had thrown a tantrum, demanding that he be allowed to go too, and seeing that, Calix and Regan had also joined in and demanded they go outside as well.
Nasta had just sighed and sent Blaise to get all of the kids’ outside clothes, and they were running around their monstrosity of a garden in February because of it, leaving Harry and Taren tucked up safely in the warm, in peace.
Their little thunderer was a fussy baby, but Harry wouldn’t call him a horror, not like Eva and Ave had been. He was squirmy, and loud, and he did sometimes cry for no apparent reason, especially if he was put down…he really didn’t like being put down, but when he was cared for and content, he was perfect, as he was now.
Harry smiled down at him, watching him sleeping peacefully, his little chest rising and falling, his little mouth curled and pouted. He didn’t like dummies, and he cried harder if they tried to give him one.
Harry sighed and exhaled softly. This was perfect. He loved all of his children, of course, but sometimes this sort of peace was rare while his children were all awake. After giving birth, and going through a self-caesarean which he was still recovering from, this peace was like gold to his healing body.
Of course it didn’t last. Max had only just come back down, towelling off his hair still, when Blaise and Draco herded in a horde of pink-cheeked, but very happy toddlers. Very noisy toddlers.

“Mummy!” Calix cried out, making a beeline for him, and Harry smiled, lamenting the loss of his peace, but he couldn’t bring himself to hold it against them, as his little boy clambered the settee and held out his arms for a hug, still in his puffy winter coat.

Harry hugged him tight with his free arm, giving his cold cheek a loud, smacking kiss.

“Did you enjoy yourself out in the garden?” Harry asked, looking into those endless black eyes.

Calix nodded his head. “Yuh. Daddy Nassa play ball.”

Harry gasped in faux excitement. “Did you play ball with Daddy Nasta?” Harry asked.

Calix nodded and grinned. “Every…every…all play ball with Daddy Nassa.”

“You all played ball with Daddy Nasta?” Harry asked. “Was it fun?”

“Yuh.” Calix insisted, but two minutes to reconnect with him was all Calix needed, before he was sliding back off the settee and running to his toys.

An equally pink-cheeked Draco was going around removing coats and wellies, and it made Harry grin.

“How’s Taren?” Blaise asked, startling Harry, who had lost sight of him.

“Oh, he’s fine.” Harry said, looking back at the newborn. “He’s due a feed soon though.”

“Do you want me to take him?” Blaise asked, looking hopeful.

Harry had to smile. “Sure, I need to catch up with the exploits of my older babies.”

“My shower was wonderful and refreshing.” Max told him without missing a beat. It took Harry a moment to understand why Max was telling him that, before he got it, and he snorted a laugh.

“You goof.” Harry said, shaking his head.

“You love me, and no one can deny it.” Max said, a wide grin on his face.

Harry’s smile softened, and he stood up to go and hug his big, goofy mate. He couldn’t reach Max’s shoulders, so he hugged him around the middle. Max wrapped him up tight in his big arms and Harry just relaxed, absorbing the love and safety that his mates exuded.

“How was Leolin?” Harry asked Nasta, as he turned his head to see his oldest mate enter the room.

“He tired himself out hugging a tree.” Nasta said with a straight face. “I’ve put him up in his cot.”

“Only you could have said that without the hint of a giggle.” Max accused.

Harry chuckled, and he got a gentle squeeze and a grin from Max.

“He needed his Faerie moment.” Nasta said, shrugging.

“Mummy. Daddy. Toon.” Regan came over to them, pointing at the double doors.

“Do you want some cartoons on?” Max asked, disentangling himself from Harry, but bending to press a kiss to his forehead, which made Harry smile.

“Yes, pwease.” Regan said, moving to hold onto Max’s jeans.

“You are so cute I could die.” Max declared, placing a hand over Regan’s head.

Max opened the double doors, and Calix abandoned the toy he was playing with and he ran into the other room to check where the curtains were…Max was already ahead of their adventurous daredevil and he picked the curtains up and put them on the windowsill, out of Calix’s reach.
None of them expected Calix to watch Max do this, and then scream with frustration. He threw himself to the floor and he started rolling, and crying.
Harry grimaced as the beginnings of a headache made itself known. He turned his head and rubbed between his eyes, but Nasta caught it…nothing ever got by Nasta.

“Max, can you sort his time out?” Nasta asked, even as he came to support Harry with an arm behind him.

“Sure.” Max sent Harry a concerned look, before turning to deal with Calix, plucking him up from the floor and getting him on his feet and listening to him, as he started telling a grizzling Calix why he was having a time out.

Harry was ushered away into the cool, quiet kitchen.

“Is it just a headache?” Nasta asked him softly.

Harry hummed and nodded. “I think so, it’s not even really a headache yet, it’s just a twinge.”

“It’s better that we head it off now.” Nasta said, getting down Max’s potion’s case and picking up bottles and vials, looking for a headache reliever.

Harry nodded his agreement. “I suppose that is better than letting it form a full headache.”

Nasta nodded back, before picking up a familiar potion bottle and handing it to Harry. Nasta zipped up the case and put it back, before going to get Harry a glass of juice.
Harry downed the potion, before taking the glass of fruit squash and gulping it to rid himself of the taste. Nasta wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.
Harry smiled and looked back at Nasta. They were interrupted by a giggling gurgle, and they looked to the kitchen door where one of their little girls had just crawled through.
Harry laughed, and Nasta sighed.

“We really are overrun now.” His oldest mate joked, as he went to pick up the year old baby girl. She was wearing blue…Harry couldn’t remember if they had dressed Eva or Ave in blue, or which one was in purple, but the moment she was close to him, he could scent out immediately that this was Eva.

“Hi, Eva.” He cooed, getting a dribbly grin as his little girl reached out to him from Nasta’s arms.

“Mama.”

Nasta handed Eva over with a smirk, Harry blew a raspberry at his mate, which made Eva dissolve into uncontrollable laughter.
Of course Harry repeated himself, and he kept blowing raspberries at Nasta, who got his own back by grabbing Harry and blowing a raspberry on his neck.
Harry giggled himself, along with Eva, and Nasta smiled at them both before bending to kiss Harry’s forehead, then Eva’s cheek.

“Are you okay out here?” Max asked, peeking around the doorway. “Calix has had his timeout, he’s watching cartoons with Regan and Tegan.”

“I’m feeling better, and I’ve taken the needed potion to keep me that way.” Harry said softly, giving Max a smile. “Eva came to make sure her Mummy was feeling better.” He cooed, turning back to his little girl, wriggling a finger into her belly.

“I didn’t even notice her missing. Are you sure we can’t put bells on them?” Max joked…or at least Harry hoped that he was joking.

“Maybe not bells, what about tying a balloon around them?” Harry teased.

Max’s blue eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s do that.” He said excitedly.

“No.” Nasta said curtly.

Harry laughed then, even as he was escorted back into the family room, where Eva struggled to get to the floor and Harry bent to do so, ignoring both of his older mates, who hovered over him, just in case.
He was able to get Eva safely to the floor, and get himself stood back up without too much trouble, and no pain either. He took a deep breath and stood, hands on his hips, as he surveyed his family with a smile.

“You look so proud of yourself.” Max teased with a grin.

“Of course I am. Look at my babies, Max. Just look at them all.” He said, doing just that, sweeping his gaze over them all. From their oldest, Braiden, who was playing with wooden jungle animals, to their youngest, Taren, who was still fast asleep and undisturbed in Blaise’s arms.

“Well done on making so many perfect little monsters.” Max praised him.

Harry snorted and gave his mate an off-hand smack. Max just grabbed him and pulled him into a hug and a kiss, which effectively distracted Harry from surveying his own handiwork.
Harry found himself swept off his feet, but only so Max could sit him on the settee and Harry rolled his eyes, but didn’t fuss. Instead he scooted over to Blaise and smiled as his mate lifted his arm so that Harry could snuggle into his side and gaze down at their newborn baby boy.

“Where’s Draco gone?” Max asked, looking around and not seeing their blond mate.

“For a shower, of course. He was freezing.” Blaise told them. “His hands were going purple.”

“Is he okay?” Harry asked concernedly, sitting up.

“Of course, he’s just terrible at dealing with the cold…and the sun.”

“He’s definitely a spring autumn person.” Max chuckled.

“Mama.”

Harry immediately looked for his Farren, and found him holding a box of rusks. It was an unopened box, which is the only reason Farren had come to them for help.
Farren came to him and handed over the box, and Harry had to laugh, even as he opened it and took out one of the biscuits, handing it to a happy Farren.

“I thought you locked all of the lower cupboards?” Harry asked Max, handing the box to him.

“I did!” Max insisted. “I swear I did!”

“Farren, sweetheart, how did you get the box out of the cupboard?” Harry asked.

Farren, biscuit being gnawed on, blinked big, teal eyes at them, and then looked at his hand. He splayed his hand out to them and Harry laughed harder.

“You must have forgotten to lock one of them.” Blaise told Max.

“I’m telling you, I didn’t. Those cupboards all have child locks on them!” Max told them before heading into the kitchen.

Harry heard Max groan from the family room, and he had to get up to go and see. Blaise had the same idea and came with him.
The cupboard they kept the biscuits in had all been dragged out onto the floor. There were tins and boxes all over the floor, and Harry shared a grin with Blaise.

“So you locked the cupboard, did you?” Harry teased.

“I did, but the little bugger got the damn thing off. I have no idea how.” Max said, showing them the little device that apparently stopped children from getting into the cupboards.

“Never try to come between Farren and food.” Harry joked.

Max shook his head. “I can’t believe he did this.”

Max hunched down and started sorting out his cupboard again, and Harry went to the kitchen island, opened the top drawer, and found Farren’s food diary. He added the rusk in, after checking the clock on the wall for the time.

“He’s not allowed any more biscuits today.” Harry said, checking what Farren had eaten that day. “His next snack must be fruit. He’s already had a banana today, so either an apple, a tangerine, or a handful of grapes.”

Of course Taren took that moment to wake up with a whine, his previously still limbs flailing and squirming in Blaise’s arms.

“I swear this kid is part spider. Are we sure Nasta doesn’t have spider blood in him somewhere?” Blaise said, moving his hands to hold Taren more securely, as Harry turned and boiled the kettle to set up a bottle for him.

“Only Faerie.” Nasta’s voice sounded from the doorway, as he came in to check on them. “Do you want me to take him?”

Blaise was going to say no, they could see it, right up until Taren smacked him in the nose with a flailing hand.
Nasta swooped in to grab their newborn, while Blaise reached up to stem the blood flow from his busted nose.

“For Merlin’s sake!” Blaise cursed, bending forward and pinching his nose.

“Let me look.” Max coaxed, being their resident first aider. Max hummed. “Oh, this is nothing. It’s not even a nose bleed, the skin by here is split, that’s all. Go and clean up in the bathroom. The bleeding should stop in a minute.”

Blaise went to the downstairs bathroom, and Max went to wash his hands.

“That baby is a menace, Nasta. Of course he’s yours.” Max complained.

Nasta just chuckled and nuzzled into the flailing Taren, who had built up to all out crying.
Harry made up the bottle for him, cooled it with magic, and then tested it against his forearm. He handed it over to Nasta, who plugged up Taren’s wailing mouth with the bottle teat.
Harry touched Taren gently, smiling at the now content baby, and he went on his tiptoes to kiss Nasta, before turning to Max and giving him a kiss, after his mate had hunched down a little to allow him to do so, that was.

“Do you want help with the cupboards?” Harry asked.

Max groaned, but shook his head. “No. I’ll be fine. But it’s back to the drawing board on keeping him out of the food.”

“Short of using an actual lock and a key, it seems like nothing will work, Max. We can’t use magical means because of Taren, and the supposedly top of the line child lock won’t keep him out, we’re going to have to padlock the cupboards and unlock them every time we need something.”

“Or you move everything that can actually be opened and eaten into the top cupboards and put all the tins and baby bottles in the lower cupboards.” Nasta suggested. “He’ll learn that there’s nothing in there for him and he’ll stop doing it. He’s only going into that cupboard because he knows there are rusks in there.”

Max sighed. “Rearranging my cupboards yet again, it is.”

“Do you want help with that?” Harry asked.

“No, go and sit yourself down. Those kids don’t have supervision at the moment.”

Harry nodded and he went right back into the family room, and peeked through to the living room to make sure everything was still as it should be.
Only the door into the kitchen was open, so none of the kids could have gotten out into the hallway, and he automatically counted them, and smiled when they were all accounted for. He sat himself on the floor, only a slight throb came from his abdomen, but he ignored it.
He grabbed the nearest baby, little Ave, and he pulled her to sit up against him as she played with a wooden horse.

“Mama.” She declared, offering the dribble covered horse to him.

Harry smiled and dropped a kiss to her head as he took the horse, making it walk over her while making horse noises that made his daughter giggle. She reached out to grab a dog and she tried to copy him, making the dog walk over him.

“I love seeing you like this.” Blaise told him.

Harry turned to look at him, and he smiled. “How’s your nose?”

“The bleeding has stopped, there’s a small split right on my nostril. I swear Taren’s a demon. Nasta checked his nails and found them over long. He’s trimming them in the kitchen.”

“He’s not a demon.” Harry chuckled. “He’s just wriggly.”

“Wriggly?!” Blaise demanded, though he was grinning, even as he eased himself down on the floor in front of him. “He thrashes from side to side and stretches out all his limbs and his back. That’s more than wriggly.”

Harry chuckled and gave an adoring grin to Blaise.

“Try having him do that inside your body.”

“We know. We all know what he was doing to you, and seeing him now that he’s born, damn, we don’t know how you managed, Harry.”

“What other choice did I have?” Harry asked. “Though I was grateful to have you all with me, and your massages really, really helped.”

Blaise gave him a knowing smirk, and bent forward, over Ave’s head, to give him a soft kiss. Harry tried to deepen it, but Blaise pulled back.
Harry scowled at him, but was easily distracted by his children. He heard Blaise chuckling, and he had to smile. They were all so ridiculous. Just the sound of one of his mate’s laughing made Harry happier. They had the power to make him happy. To make him smile when he wasn’t feeling like it. He loved them so much, and they turned him into a massive, sappy wreck. He still didn’t care.

“Is Draco still not back from his shower?” Max asked as he came into the room, he had Eva bent over his arm, trying to reach her own feet.

“Did she sneak out on us as well?” Harry asked, looking around the room and automatically counting the kids.

“Oh yeah, she came to make sure Daddy Max had an audience while he was chest deep in his cupboards.” Max grinned, putting Eva between both hands and giving her a smacking kiss before setting her back on the floor. “What are you two doing down on that floor?”

“Playing with my babies.” Harry insisted.

“I came down here because he was.” Blaise shrugged.

Max grinned at them. “You look like a bunch of big kids.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Blaise shot at Max.

Max took it all in his stride of course. He fell to his knees and grappled at Blaise. Harry heard him kissing all over Blaise’s face, while Blaise laughed and tried to extract himself from Max’s grasp.

“Alright, calm down.” Nasta insisted, bringing in a sleeping Taren.

“How is he?” Harry asked. “Are his nails sorted out?”

“All sorted, and smoothened out. He’s fast asleep with a full belly.”

“So Draco hasn’t come back down?” Max asked.

“I’ll go and find him. I need the bathroom anyway.” Harry insisted as he eased himself up to his feet. He ignored that all three of his mates put their arms out to help him, just in case.

“Be careful on the stairs. If you need help, bloody call us.” Max told him.

Harry rolled his eyes and slipped out of the living room door, and shut it tight behind him so no kids could escape. Their lives were going to be hell as soon as their kids started to open doors by themselves. It was most likely going to start with Braiden, as their oldest child, and he would inadvertently open the door for all of the others to escape too.
Harry climbed the stairs carefully, putting both feet on one step before taking another one. The last thing he wanted was a lecture from his mates, or worse, to pull or damage something when he was just starting to feel more normal.
Harry had planned to use the bathroom first, before dragging Draco out of the shower or bath, whichever he had decided to have, but those plans were abruptly halted when he opened the bedroom door to find Draco crying silently on their bed.

“Draco, are you okay?” He asked, for lack of anything better, as clearly Draco wasn’t alright.

His mate startled, and looked up, a hand immediately swiping the tears from his cheeks as if Harry hadn’t already seen them.

“I’m fine.” Draco tried to pass off, but his voice still wavered, and he had to sniff hard.

Harry shut the door and made his way over to the bed, climbing up and crawling over to sit against the headboard.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry offered.

“It’s nothing, really.”

Harry shook his head. “Is it something to do with your father?”

“No, Harry. Just leave it.” Draco insisted.

“No.” Harry replied stubbornly. “None of us sit up here crying if we’re fine, Draco. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. Should I go and get Nasta?”

“No! Don’t tell him.” Draco said desperately.

“Then tell me what’s wrong. I’m not going to let it drop, Draco. I’m not going to ignore one of my lovers sitting up here crying.”

“I don’t want to make you angry.”

“Why would I be angry over you crying? Whatever it is it’s clearly eating you up inside.”

Harry looked at Draco, and noticed the dejected air around him. He frowned, and then had a lightbulb moment.

“It’s because of Taren, isn’t it?” Harry asked slowly, feeling himself go cold. He didn’t know what he would do if Draco was rejecting one of his children. If Draco hadn’t bonded with Taren…his Dracken surged, and Harry got a moment of murderous rage, before he quickly quashed it.

“No. No, Harry.” Draco said, turning to hold his hands. “It’s not…it’s not just Taren.”

Harry blinked as realisation dawned on him. “It’s about your fertility.”

Draco nodded miserably. “I…I was just thinking about how I would feel if I never got my own blood child. I love our children, you must believe me when I say that. I would give my life for each and every one of them if needed. I…it’s just that with the birth of Taren, and finding out that he was Nasta’s child, I began to wonder if I would ever have my own blood child.”

“You’ve only just started taking the fertility potions, Draco. You weren’t…” Harry stopped and considered how to say what he meant. “It was unlikely that the potions would have boosted your fertility enough to allow you to conceive Taren, we discussed that and I thought we understood that.”

“I do understand that it was unlikely that Taren would have been mine.”

“Then, why are you so upset? Why are you thinking that you’ll never get a blood child? You will, Draco. It’ll take time, but I will give you a child.”

Draco smiled and pulled Harry into a hug. Harry felt a gentle kiss being pressed to his head.

“I know all of that. I just had a moment of doubt, Harry.”

“Don’t you dare doubt yourself.” Harry demanded, turning to hug Draco tighter, before he started raining kisses on him.

Draco laughed then, and Harry felt something tight within him lighten.

“It was a small moment.” Draco insisted.

“I don’t care. No doubting yourself, or your place in our family. We love you.”

“I love you too.”

Draco caught Harry’s head, stopping his quest to kiss every part of his neck and jaw, and he kissed him properly.

“Oi! I knew you had been up here too long, don’t you start anything without the rest of us.”

They both sprung apart and looked guiltily at the door, where Max was stood with his hands on his hips wearing a grin.

“We were just kissing.” Harry said.

Max snorted. “Now I’m going to have to snog you both to catch up!”

“It’s not a competition.” Draco sighed.

“It is if I make it one.” Max laughed.

“Did you come up just to check on us?” Harry asked.

“No. Leolin’s awake and he’s screaming for his Ma, so I thought it best to come and get him, and you.”

Harry groaned. “I never did have that piss. Go and get him for me and I’ll be two minutes.”

Max nodded and carried on his way to get Leolin from his nursery, leaving Harry with Draco. Harry kissed him again and smiled.

“My moment is over.” Draco insisted. “I’m feeling better.”

“Good.” Harry said shortly, before bending to kiss Draco again.

Draco laughed into the kiss, which far from ruining it, made it all the better in Harry’s opinion.

“You better go use the toilet now, Leolin will not let you out of his sight for the next few hours.” Draco chided him.

“He is so possessive.” Harry sighed, but he did as Draco had suggested and quickly went to the bathroom.

He heard Leolin before he even came out, screaming up a storm in their bedroom as Max and Draco both tried to soothe him.
Harry wanted to rush, but he couldn’t, as he washed his arms up to the elbows with the antibacterial potion that Max made for him after he’d given birth. They all used it as hand soap with a newborn in the house.
He hurried out of the bathroom and smiled at the sight of his two mates fussing over a baby who wasn’t the least bit interested in them.

“Look, Mummy’s here now.” Max said in desperation, and Leolin’s cries cut off so abruptly Draco checked him to make sure he was still conscious, but Leolin’s golden eyes scanned the room, and then landed on Harry. His entire face lit up.

“Ma! Ma!” He shouted, reaching out for him.

“I’m here.” He said softly, taking Leolin from Max and settling him into his neck.

Leolin did what he always did, snuffling his face right into Harry’s neck and he clenched tiny nails into his skin, pinching and clawing. Harry endured it silently, as his little Faerie son tried to merge them into one person.
The three of them went back downstairs, and Nasta looked up at them from where he was sat on the floor playing cars with Regan and Farren.

“Is everyone still in one piece?” He asked with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up, nothing was going on.” Harry said.

“I found Harry and Draco snogging on the bed.” Max put in happily.

Harry snorted. “I’ll snog who I like, when I like!”

“You’d better not.” Max said. “You kiss anyone outside of this mateship and I’ll gut him.”

“Max, calm yourself. I doubt that Harry was actually referring to anyone outside of this mateship.” Nasta said, a warning tone to his voice.

“Of course I wasn’t! Who the hell can even match up to any of you four?” Harry put in, sitting down.

Max grinned and came over to kiss him. He got all but clawed for it by Leolin, who screamed as Max still refused to move away.

“Oi, oi, come on.” Max said to Leolin, cupping the back of that delicate head. “I love you, Leolin.”

Leolin waved his hand furiously, trying to keep Max at bay, and Harry chuckled. He distracted Leolin, catching his hand and pulling him back into his body, encouraging him to put his face back into his neck. He patted and rubbed his back to soothe him and Leolin settled.
His possessive jealousy was admittedly annoying, as was Leolin’s need to monopolise Harry and his full attention, but he was a Faerie, and there was nothing they could do about it. They had to just take care of him as well as they could, while winging most of it, and asking for the help of the actual Faeries when they needed to.
Leolin slipped back to sleep after mouthing at Harry’s neck for an hour, dribbling all over him, and clawing at him with his nails. Harry eased himself to his feet, and he slipped Leolin oh so very gently into his little bouncer. He was then free to do what he’d wanted to do for the last hour and pull off his damp shirt and wipe his neck dry.

“I swear he must be close to cutting another tooth. The amount of spit he’s producing…it was like a fountain.” He insisted as he cleaned himself.

“Did he graze you? I can see red.” Max said worriedly.

Harry rubbed his neck, and winced as he found a sore spot. Nasta came over to see him, cupping his chin and examining where Leolin’s lone tooth had scraped away the skin.

“It’s not so bad, it’s grazed the skin a little here, but the rest is just irritation.” Nasta told him.

Harry sighed. “He’s going to start biting me isn’t he?”

“Do we stop it, or let him carry on?” Draco asked.

“I don’t see how we can stop him, he won’t settle unless he does it, and I’d rather he bit me a little than upset himself so much that he cries himself sick again. I hate it when he does that.”

“I’ll get you some tea.” Nasta insisted, seeing as Max, their usual tea fetcher, was being used as a play accessory by three babies who were sat on him.

“I’m going to grab a clean shirt.” Harry said, as he headed back to the stairs, damp shirt in hand.

He loved Leolin, dearly, but his unique problems and outlook was challenging. Very challenging. It seemed that as soon as they got used to one of his quirks he gained a new one that threw them for the loop. Like pretending that he was hurt or sick, just to gain their attention.
Harry sighed as he pulled on a new shirt and threw the dribbly one into the laundry basket. He headed back to the stairs, but halfway down them he felt a twinge and he closed his eyes. He mentally cursed, before heading to find Max. He wasn’t so oppressed, or foolish, as to try and carry on like normal when he felt such things. Not anymore. His mates cared for him, loved him, and there wasn’t any way he could hide this. They’d know within minutes if he did, he had a very guilty face.

“Max.” He called out.

The kids had let his mate sit up, but he still had three babies in his lap. Braiden, Eva, and Calix.

“Yes, dearest?” Max asked, grinning.

“I felt a twinge on the stairs. Can I have any more potion or have I reached the limit?”

Max looked concerned, but Harry was at least grateful he didn’t surge to his feet and send their kids flying.

“Are you in pain now, or was it just the one twinge?” Max asked seriously.

“Just the one twinge. It’s aching a bit now, but there’s no pain.”

“I’ll get you a half dose if there’s no actual pain, but you do have a high pain tolerance, so I want to give you something just in case.”

Max placed the kids onto the floor, and he stood amid their unhappy whining.

“Give me a second, sweeties.” He told them, hunching back down to the floor to kiss them all, giving Eva a little tickle.

He stood back up and Harry followed him to the kitchen to get the potion. Max stopped and allowed Harry to catch up, before placing a hand on Harry’s back. He looked worried.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, I’m hardly going to keel over.” Harry grinned.

“You don’t normally tell us if you’re in pain until you’re in so much pain that you can’t hide it from us. We’ve learnt to get worried if you complain of pain.”

“I’ve learnt to be a bit more forthcoming about everything. I trust you all, and…and after the Dursleys were sentenced, I…I guess I’ve learnt that I can lean on you all a little more. I don’t have to do everything alone, and I don’t have to suffer in silence anymore.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that out loud.” Nasta told him.

Harry looked at him, standing by the counter, giving him a proud smile, and Harry suddenly felt shy and bashful. He ducked his head and drew in his shoulders, and Max chuckled, wrapping his arms around him.

“Are you in pain, Harry?” Nasta asked, using the conversation he’d overheard to try to pinpoint a source.

“No, it’s not pain, but it’s aching. I had a twinge coming down the stairs.”

“You’ve done quite a bit today. Playing with the kids on the floor, sitting and standing, and climbing those stairs several times. No more now, okay?” Max told him, as he measured out the half dose of potion that Harry needed into a small glass.

Harry nodded, as he accepted the potion Max had sorted out for him, and the glass of water that Nasta handed to him. He knocked the potion back, and then gulped down the water.
Two hands on his back rubbed and soothed him as he swallowed down the awful potion. Max took both glasses from him while Nasta handed him his beloved honeyed tea. Harry took a big sip and he sighed happily.

“Mama!”

Harry looked around at the call, to see that Eva had followed after them and she was crawling across the kitchen floor to them. He laughed.

“Definitely tying balloons around them.” Max sighed as he went to pick up their little girl.

“Dada, no!” Eva whined, pushing a hand into Max to try and get away from him.

“Oh, you want to be on the floor, do you?”

Max bent again and put her back on the floor, and Eva giggled, and off she crawled, heading for the hallway.
Max sighed, and Harry grinned, as his mate had to follow after their little girl to keep her safe. Nasta escorted Harry back to the living room, via the family room, shutting the door behind him to keep the rest of their kids safely in the two rooms.
Harry sat next to Blaise on the settee and snuggled into him, cradling his precious tea between both hands. He gave Blaise’s cheek a quick kiss before resting his head on his mate’s shoulder.
It was peaceful, or as peaceful as anything ever got in their house, at least until Taren woke up for his next feed.

“Mummy, baby’s up!” Braiden told him, as if he maybe thought that perhaps his parents couldn’t hear the screaming newborn.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Harry praised regardless, even though it was Draco who went to pick up the hungry baby from his bassinet.

“When is his Dragon Pox vaccine now, have we booked him in?” Draco asked as he fed Taren.

“Yes, it’s in early March, Draco.” Nasta said calmly. “Eva and Ave have their fourth vaccine first.”

“Oh, that’s in a few days, isn’t it?” Harry asked, trying to remember when the appointment was.

“The eighteenth.” Nasta nodded.

“That’ll be it for them until they’re three, right?”

“That’s right.” Nasta agreed. “It’s just Taren for the moment, until August, when Braiden has his fifth vaccine, and then the quintuplets in December for their fifth.”

“Before any of that we have Valentine’s Day, are we going to do anything?” Max asked, as he carried Eva back into the room. He had clearly gotten bored of following her around the kitchen and hallways, and he plopped her back on the floor.

“I’m sure we could manage a meal, if it was a little earlier than normal.” Draco insisted.

His mates all looked to him, and Harry smiled. He nodded. “That’ll be perfect, if we can get a babysitter.”

“Of course we can get a babysitter. We have so many extended family members that one of them is bound to be free to look after the kids for a mere two hours while we go out and try to remember what it’s like not to have kids.”

Harry laughed. “I think it’ll just be weird. I’ll be looking around wondering where they all are. Can we even get a table this close to Valentine’s?”

“I’ve had a reservation since last year.” Nasta told him, smirking. “If you weren’t up for it, I would have cancelled. But just in case, I kept it.”

“You are a wonderful, well-organised god.” Max told him.

Harry laughed, as he watched Max go to snog Nasta just for having reservations.

“So, all we need is a babysitter for nine kids.”

“Are you going to be okay with leaving Taren? He’ll only be eleven days old.”

“It…it might be difficult, I won’t hide that, but for a few hours I’m going to be able to manage it. I’m sure you’ll all look after me and keep me distracted.”

“I can think of a few things.” Max said with an unholy grin.

Harry grinned right back at him. He knew exactly what Max was thinking, but unfortunately he hadn’t been cleared for any sort of sexual activity, so it was unlikely that their night would end with such pleasantries. Harry would probably come home and fall straight to sleep regardless of how ‘early’ they went to dinner, but he was sure his mates wouldn’t mind too much considering he’d just given them a newborn baby to join their family.

“Whose turn is it to be asked first?” Draco asked consideringly. “Max, I think it’s your parents’ turn to be offered first refusal.”

“I’ll ask them after dinner.” Max said, sitting down on the settee with a happy groan.

“Did you shut the kitchen door behind you?” Nasta asked.

“Yeah, no more escaping through into the kitchen or beyond. Damn our Eva is getting curious.”

“Thirteen months old and going from strength to strength.” Blaise said proudly.

That made Harry proud, of course. He was proud of all of his children, and his Dracken made him preen over them like a peacock, but he’d gotten used to the automatic urge to thrust out his chest when someone, anyone, praised one of his children.
He looked at them, playing and screeching on the floor, all of them growing and coming into their own. He loved them more than he could ever put into words, and he smiled as he watched them all. This was the life he had always envisioned for himself, if not perhaps how it had actually turned out. He had always wanted a family, he had always wanted children…but even he would never have imagined he’d end up with four other men, nor that he’d be the who would be getting pregnant and birthing their babies. It felt so right now, perfectly normal to him, ever since he’d come into his Dracken inheritance, and he wouldn’t change any of this for the world.

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A/N: It has been a while, lovelies, but I’ve been distracted with one of my new fics, The Antlered Lion, which hasn’t been published yet, though I’m hoping to finish it this year. But I have taken a little break from it to hop back into this fic for a while. This is the first of three chapters I have ready to post, and I’m currently writing the fourth, so there will be a burst of updates now, but I will definitely be going back to the unposted fic afterwards, but I’ll see how much I can do between now and then.
Hollyxoxo: Yes, absolutely. All Drackens can distress call, regardless of if they’re dominant or submissive, but more than that, all children of Drackens can distress call too, so despite being humans, Tegan, Regan, Max’s human sisters, they can all distress call. We actually saw in 122 that Leolin, despite being a Faerie, can actually let out a Dracken distress call too. So it’s definitely not just a submissive thing.

I’ll be seeing you all very soon, lovelies. Chapter 125 will be up next week, I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this chapter, until then,

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