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Be careful what you wish for	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Title: Be careful what you wish for

Pairing: HarryxDraco, growing HarryxBlaise and mentions of past HarryxGinny and past DracoxBlaise, RonxHermione

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant post-Battle of Hogwarts fic. What sort of Future does Harry create by fighting for justice for Slytherins after he survives defeating Voldy?

A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to Mya Malfoy who wanted to see Fred and George's reunion. I hope you like it.

Chapter 19

Blaise and his guests went to pack up, they wanted to floo to Britain and readjust themselves to British time again.

Blaise was the only one really running on Greece time…

He had used a packing spell to pack anything he needed when he felt a fluctuation in the wards. He cursed in French, Greek, Basque and Italian.

Madre!

He swallowed, Cassio of all the low and callous things.

Madre hated the villa and avoided it.

The only reason she would be here was if Cassio sent her.

While Madre had ignored Cassio’s pleas that they be betrothed, he was adored by his mother.

Why? Because they were very similar using a sexual partner until they were bored of them.

Luckily by the time his mother was bored of a husband they usually died of a heart attack or a stroke that happened during sexual intercourse. ‘Natural causes’ they called it, his mother fucked them to death.

Cassio just dumped them and went to the next target…

Blaise had no intention of being his cousin’s latest conquest. He wanted a family, a mate who he could care for and be cared for. To raise children together, to plan a future and build a life together…

“Blaise?”

His mother’s voice was heard through the open air corridor.

Blaise stiffened and walked out to meet her.

There she stood, still as beautiful as he remembered.

Gabriella Julia Baianchessi, mate to the deceased Ander Blaise Zabini.

His mother never took any husbands’ name; she always kept her own.

Something that must have annoyed his paternal grandparents because he knew them not; he only knew his mother’s family and the Goyle family. His mother married into that family after meeting George Goyle. They accepted him even without a blood adoption.

Greg and Giselle were more welcoming than their parents really. While they didn’t resent him, they weren’t fond of his mother after George- her fifth or sixth husband died.

“Well?” Gabriella snapped in Italian, ‘Are you going to greet your mother or not?”

Blaise pasted a smile on his face; he took her hand and kissed it. He then leaned over to kiss her cheeks, “A pleasure to see you mother.”

“I doubt that. Cassio told me you had a mate. Am I interrupting the settling in period? Or is this one of your little affairs?”

Blaise narrowed his eyes, “I have never been more serious mother. I am courting him, we will be bonded within the year.”

“Really son? I don’t see how this ‘Harry Potter’ could be good enough for you. It is such a shame about poor Daphne. You couldn’t be amiable to accepting the sister could you?”

Blaise laughed in her face, “Trade Harry who has about six titles for a girl who was second in line to a title entailed upon the female line? No I am afraid not. In fact I’m going into business.”

“What sort of ‘business’? I thought you were going to be a Transfiguration Master.”

Blaise smirked, “Oh I will. I will be working for Weasley Wizard Wheezes.”

His mother’s olive toned skin paled, “Not that insipid shop in Diagon Alley that sells nonsense….”

Blaise nodded, “Of course. Do you want to know why?”

His mother frowned, “Of course.” Snapping.

“Because my mate is a partner, he invested one hundred thousand Galleons into the business.”

“Waste of money.” His mother sniffed.

“Perhaps, it was blood money. He was given it when he won the Triwizard Tournament. He is the defeater of the Dark Lord.”

“So Cassio informed me. Why would you want some bony, clumsy boy with dreadful hair when you could have any beautiful person you wanted?”

Draco stepped out and replied, “Harry is beautiful. His hair has the appearance of always being the result of recently being shagged. He was a virgin when we took him to bed.”

“Malfoy.” Gabriella sniffed, “What is he doing here?”

“He is here as my guest. We are both courting Harry.”

“Why should you put up with some arrogant brat who would string you along?”

“Harry isn’t like that.” Blaise snarled.

In his anger he lost control, golden wings tore out of his body they stopped just shy of the corridor’s ceiling and just above the floor. His eyes glimmered with menace and defiance. The magic radiating off him was almost palatable.

“Do not insult my mate! You maybe my mother but I do not like you very much. You ignore me at your whim and expect I will be one of your admirers when we are together. I am not excessively fond of you. In fact I highly resent you putting your own pleasure or sorrow ahead of your only son. I have received money and property but little reputation in inheritance.” Blaise snarled. “Draco may have a Death Eater as a father but he is striving to better himself. Harry wants to rise above the role of Savour of the Wizarding World and Defeater of the Dark Lord. We will be a family!”

“He really does have his claws in you. How could you speak to me, your own mother this way?” Gabriella whinged, looking very put out and abused.

“He is only saying what he’s wanted to say for years. You are a spoilt little girl you thinks a child is like a doll, that you don’t have to pay them much attention. That you can put them down and ignore them without consequences.” Draco said moving close to Blaise, pulling him tight to his side and hugging him, “He hated his birthday and Winter Solstice because more often than not you forgot them. His birthday presents came late or not at all. You left him to be raised by house elves in a country whose language he barely spoke. You moved to Britain with George Goyle when he was what six? He spoke French and Italian but no English. He actually begged father to help him learn Basque because he wanted to know his father’s family. You burned those connections for him. You almost drove the Goyles away as well. If mother hadn’t taken pity on a poor abandoned boy, he would have been ostracized by British Pureblood circles.”

“Blaise how dare you allow your friend speak to me in this manner?” Gabriella gasped, her eyes flooding.

Blaise scoffed, “Stop the crocodile tears mother. I am sick of your games. This is my life. I am eighteen, going on nineteen. I have seen and done things I am ashamed of. My life with Harry will be a new start. We have Draco, Andromeda and little Teddy. We have friends of the right sort who enjoy our company and encourage us. I don’t want to be like you or Cassio. He insulted all my guests and then demanded to know why I didn’t tell him I had found my mate. He complained because he found out from a house elf. This is my business; I won’t let you treat my children as vilely as you did me. I don’t want them crying because Nona forgot their birthday, or didn’t send them a Winter Solstice present. I don’t want to explain that Nona has a twentieth husband because she fucked the last one to death.”

“I don’t want to explain that the noises coming from Nona’s room is sex.” Draco sneered

Gabriella glared, “Why would you?”

Blaise scoffed, “Because you’ve never heard of silencing charms. Whenever you were staying at Ivy Hall with your current spouse you have loud boisterous sex. No wonder I have an aversion to the female gender,” he shivered, “I keep picturing you having sex and it makes me ill.”

“You are the most ungrateful young man!” Gabriella said in an injured tone.

“You are the most immature mother I have ever had the misfortune to meet. Now if you will excuse us. We have packing to do.” Blaise said turning to thank Draco for the support.

“Yes, a very important business meeting is taking place tomorrow morning in Britain and we wish to be more acclimated to the time difference. So if you will excuse me madam, we do have a schedule to keep.” Draco said brushing Blaise’s cheek with his lips.

Blaise spotted Harry, peeking out from his room. He smiled at him before speaking in English, “My apologies tresoro for such a display. My mother is being difficult. She doubts you are good enough for me. I told her your merits and she still refuses to see reason.”

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Harry stepped out, “I am sorry for eavesdropping.” He glanced at Blaise’s mother, “I am sure that Narcissa Malfoy would have the same concerns. However, you forget that Blaise is a Zabini. It is for the Head of that Family to determine whether I am acceptable. Your name is not Zabini is it?”

The Italian woman paled, “Of course not! It is Baianchessi.”

Blaise chuckled, “The same as my illegitimate cousin Cassio.”

Gabriella glared, “What part of that is not to be discussed have you forgotten?”

Blaise shrugged, “If he acts ill-breed, it is proper to refer to why he is ill-bred. It seems that I am the only decent one. You, your sister and my cousin are similar, I do not wish to live life from one relationship to the next. I want a family, a real family. I want a mate, a best friend, children, friends, and reliable grandparents for our children. I would choose so called blood traitors over you and your family. When you decide to grow up and act like a real mother Madre, then I shall admit you as family. Until then I wish to be left alone.” He snapped his fingers, “Nicos? Please return Madre to her mothers’ home in Turino.”

Nicos blanched but took her arm and they disappeared with a pop.

Blaise removed her magical signature from the wards. They would no longer admit her…

He wavered.

Draco and Harry moved to steady him.

“Is that alright Blaise? To choose me over your own mother?” Harry asked frowning.

Blaise sighed, “I merely told her things I ought to have said before. Now after eighteen years of leaving me on my own she comes now to tell me who my mate is allowed to be? No. She washed her hands of me years ago. All I ask is that if she has no wish to be a mother to let me alone. I would not wish her on any child of ours.

Draco asked worried, “Can she disinherit you?”

Blaise chuckled, “No. Her will was locked with magic when I was born. I am her sole legal heir. I know that my father was an only child; I am the sole heir to my father’s family. I am merely waiting for my grandfather to pass on and grant me his estate. I wish I knew more about my father. It is a shame that I know nothing other than that he had been a photographer. He may have attended Beauxbatons because of its nearness to Basque but he may have attended Durmstrang.”

Harry shyly kissed him, “I don’t know what it is like to have a neglectful mother…but I do know what it is like to have your birthday forgotten and to grow up without a father.”

Blaise and Draco’s eyes flashed with fury at the idea of being without presents.

“I had my friends, Adrian and Draco as well as Daphne. I never wanted for presents. I was raised primarily by house elves. When it came to material possessions I never wanted for anything. When it came to familial affection I had little. Madre was only home when she wanted to introduce her newest bonded.” Blaise shrugged after kissing him back.

Draco hugged them both, “We ought to finish packing. Do we want to eat here or there?”

Harry grinned, “What about that Italian place in Diagon? I heard its quite good. We can even take the boys if we have a private room.”

Blaise shrugged, “It is decent. Not as lovely as Italian food in Italia but it will do nicely. Shall we invite our guests? I am sure that we can ask the House elves to finish. You do have plenty do you not?”

Harry smirked, “With as many estates as I control? More than enough to give Hermione nightmares.”

Blaise summoned Rini, “Finish packing for me and take my things to…” he turned to Harry, “To where tresoro?”

“Baskerville Hall, it is in Upper Flagley, Yorkshire.”

Draco blinked, “Yorkshire? Blaise? Isn’t that where Ivy Hall is located?”

Blaise nodded, “We might be neighbours as well as lovers tresoro. My British Residence is there as well.”

Harry flushed, “Lovers? You haven’t…I mean…we haven’t…”

Blaise’s eyes darkened with lust, “Just because we haven’t had you completely doesn’t mean we aren’t lovers. The longer it takes for you to be comfortable with it or desire it will make it all the more special…”

Draco smirked, “Blaise is right. It will be more special the longer we have to court you to earn that.”

“Well if you boys plan on returning to Britain tonight or at least to Yorkshire I suggest that you both return to packing or to getting ready.”

Andromeda’s voice broke them apart.

Blaise stammered, slipping into Italian, “How long have you been there?”

Andromeda smirked, “I overheard you and your mother. I am quite pleased how firm you were in your declaration. A shame that Harry couldn’t understand it. It seems that you are indeed as serious as you claim to stand up to her.”

Blaise stiffened, “I am serious as death. Harry is my mate and only his refusal of my advances would change anything.”

Draco laughed, “Something he seems quite loathed to do.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Its pretty annoying to have you all talking in a language I don’t know.”

Blaise winced, “My apologies tresoro. I learned Italian first and it is easier to revert to. You are still interested in going to dinner of course correct?”

Harry nodded, “I’ll let the others know and go floo what is that restaurant called Draco?”

“Antonio’s.” Draco supplied quickly.

“It is short notice but surely my name is good there?”

Draco nodded, “Your name should be good anywhere even if reservations are normally required.”

Harry kissed them both and then hugged Andromeda, “I’ll be giving you a title soon so get used to being drug around Andromeda.”

Andromeda blushed, “I don’t need one…”

“I can’t hold all the titles I have and vote so I’ll have to share them. Since Teddy is already the Black Heir and you are a recognized member of that family it is only right to take over for your Aunt.” Harry winked before leaving them to stare after him.

“That is a rather forward minded young man.” Andromeda blinked.

Blaise nodded, “To give Slytherins the chances he is, he must be. So many would lump us in with Death Eaters.

“Some of us would deserve that…” Draco muttered.

“Your mother’s life was held over your head.”

Draco blinked at Blaise, “I never told you that…”

Blaise shrugged, “It wasn’t hard to guess. She saved Harry’s life. If you hadn’t let yourself be marked he might not have defeated the Dark Lord.

XoooooX

Fred led Charlie and Viktor back to his room, shutting the door firmly behind him so that Charlie wouldn’t try to run.

For a Dragon Tamer, when it came to his personal life the man was a coward.

Fred opened his closet, “I remember red was a smashing colour on you Viktor, would you prefer something like that?”

“Actually, I prefer green.” The Professional Seeker replied, “Between Durmstrang’s dress robes and my Quidditch robes, I’m sick of the colour.”

“Green…what do I have in green?” Fred said entering the walk in space. He threw three Dragon hide suits at Charlie.

The former Gryffindor Seeker caught out of reflex.

“Haven’t lost your touch then.” Fred teased without turning around.

Charlie glowered at his back, “Watch it Fred.”

“So what if I want to brag about my brothers? I’m your favourite. I know it. Ron hates it.” Fred pulled out an orange silk shirt, he bespelled it green tossing it at Viktor. “Catch.”

The professional Seeker caught it, “Nice.”

“I do have good taste for growing up in a shack. Why Mum choose that place I don’t know. Malfoy was right in his description. Only got pissed because I didn’t like it being bandied about.” Fred muttered, grabbing two blue shirts, white bowties and short capes. He exited the closet and set them down on the bed, “Charlie, you and Viktor come over here.”

The older men joined him.

Fred set out the clothes he had into three sets. “I’ll take the Hebridean Black suit. Charlie can have the Welsh Green. The Swedish Short-snout will work for Viktor.”

Viktor held up the Swedish Short-snout dragon hide suit, “It will do.”

“Why Welsh Fred?” Charlie asked.

“’cause Welsh and Hebridean are cheap here. The Short-snout you sent me for my birthday. I had the hide made into a suit.” Fred shrugged. “I dunno about you but I could use a shower. George and I have one downstairs in the basement. Ought to leave this one for Hermione. I’m sure she’d like a shower. I need one having been in a coffin for months.”

“We were working at the Preserve and need one as well.”

“It’s a shower like the ones in the locker room. We had it put in with Harry’s money. We can all shower together.” Fred smirked, “Like old times right Charlie? Back when we were all in school together?”

“Something like that.” Charlie mumbled.

“So why did you get assigned Viktor?” Fred asked, grabbing his outfit for dinner.

His brother and his guest followed him out of the bedroom, just in time to see Hermione shut the bathroom door.

Fred smirked, naughty thoughts about what the former prefect looked like beneath her clothes.

Viktor poked him, “Come on. Let’s get ready…”

Fred sighed, “You take all the fun out of it…”

XoooooX

Harry knocked on George, Seamus and Dennis’ door, telling them that they would be flooing to Diagon for Dinner so they ought to hurry.

Harry had Dippy, Stria and Thea ordered to finish their packing and to have another room readied for Blaise.

Even if Blaise and Draco slept in his room, they ought to have a place to put their clothes…

Harry finally made his way to the Great Room’s floo; he tossed in so floo powder, “Antonio’s, Diagon Alley.”

The flames turned green when it connected.

A face appeared, “Antonio’s Fine Italian Restaurant. How can I help you?”

Harry smirked, “I’m Harry Potter. I would like to reserve a private room for myself and my guests.”

“Po…Potter? We are usually quite busy…but for our Saviour I am sure we can find a private room.” The man simpered.

Harry nodded, “I am sorry for the late notice but we did have our heart on your establishment. I have never had the honour of a meal there but it has come highly recommended.”

“We have been? It is quite a thing to be recommended to you sir.”

“Shall I say seven?”

“Seven. Private room for Harry Potter. How many sir?”

“How many can a private room hold? I will be writing this off as a business expense.”

“Business meeting? That would get a discount. What business sir?”

“Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. I am a Founding Partner.”

“Yes of course sir. A reservation under the name of that Establishment as well as your name shall be made.”

“A pleasure doing business with you.” Harry said before cutting the connection.

A reservation under WWW, interesting…he’d be getting a discount? He liked that a lot. After the dinner that Blaise treated them too, he would look forward to this…

XoooooX

Fred had never really been here before.

He walked in with his family behind him.

There was a man behind a small desk on a stool; they looked up.

“Name?”

“Fred Weasley.”

“Weasley? As in Weasley Wizard Wheezes?” the man asked.

Fred blinked, “Yes…”

“I don’t see Mr. Potter with you. Is he coming later?

“I suppose…” Fred said frowning.

“Well let me summon someone to escort you to the private dining room Mr. Potter reserved.”

The family stared at each other.

The door opened behind them, there was Ron and Lavender.

Hermione yelped and turned to hide her face in Fred’s suit.

“Evening brother.” Fred drawled, “What poor person did you rob to afford a place like this?” wrapping a comforting arm around Hermione.

“Stop pretending George. Everyone knows you’re a basket case and absolutely useless without Fred.” Ron snapped. “Hermione crying on your shoulder? I know she’s just using you like she did me. She wants Fred and he’s dead.”

Fred snapped, “I most certainly am not dead you abusive little shite.”

“Excuse me Mr. Malfoy but we don’t serve your kind here.”

The Weasley Family spat was interrupted by that announcement.

Harry shoved past Draco, “Excuse me? He is currently under my employ. He is here as my guest. Unless you want me to take my party elsewhere…” he spotted Fred and hugged him, “You’re here too? Do you have a reservation as well?”

Fred blinked and hugged him with one arm, “No. Didn’t know we needed one. Since you made it under the shop perhaps, we could join you and split the tab?”

Harry chuckled, “Sure.” He glared at Ron, “That useless todger is not invited to join us.”

Ron stiffened.

Harry took three steps towards him, “I heard what you did to Hermione. Cheated on her with Lav-Lav? I thought you were done with her after that ridiculous pendant she gave you for your first Christmas as a couple. You also laid a hand on my best friend. That I will not forgive. If my name is worth anything, you’ll never graduate from Auror Training. We can’t have persons who abuse their girlfriends in positions like Auror.” He turned to the maitre ‘d, “I hope you are not planning to let this man eat at this establishment.”

The man paled, “Of course not sir. We retain the right to refuse service. While we can’t refuse service to a guest of the Saviour, perhaps we can do this. I am afraid that we are full. We had to rearrange our guests to accommodate Harry Potter’s party. So you sir will have to go elsewhere.”

Ron glared at all of them, “Come on Lavender. We’ll go somewhere else. I still can’t believe that a Malfoy is more welcome then we are. He’s a treacherous snake and Death Eater. I wouldn’t want to eat where a Death Eater is as anyway.”

They watched with relief as Ron dragged Lavender Brown out of the restaurant.

“I hope she knows what she’s got…” Bill said shaking his head.

“An idiot Weasel who beats up girls. Did you see her face when you mentioned beating? She knows his temper all too well I’d say.” Draco frowned.

“A pity. She was rather good-looking in school but I noticed the glamour.” Blaise said shrugging.

“If you would follow me, we did reserve the large private dining room for your party Mr. Po,”

“It’s Lord Potter-Black.” Harry chided.

“Yes, of course, Lord Potter-Black and the Weasley Wizard Wheezes party.” Another man approached them, bowing, “My name is Antonio Messini. I am the owner. I will escort you myself. It is an honour sir.”

Harry nodded.

The Weasleys and their dates followed Harry, his dates, Andromeda and Dennis Creevey who were carrying Teddy and Colm.

Gold and crystal doors were standing open.

A long table covered with an Italian embroidered silk cloth was waiting for them. Gleaming silver, fine china and crystal goblets were set for more than twenty places. There were chilled wine and champagne waiting for them in silver containers filled with ice.

“I will send Francois with two infant chairs Lord Potter-Black. He will wait on your party. He is our most highly requested host.”

Draco nodded, “Father used to speak highly of him. He is most personable Harry. You are quite lucky. He usually waits on highly placed members of the Wizengamot and the Minister for Magic.”

“Ah Mr. Malfoy…”

“Soon to be Lord Malfoy.” Harry corrected. “His House falls subordinate to mine, his mother was a Black.”

“Yes of course Lord Potter-Black.” Antonio bowed low and then left them.

“So it seems our meeting will be earlier unless we wish to actually save business for tomorrow.” Harry smirked, “ George stop starring like one of my Fangirls and go hug Fred.”

George went and embraced his twin, “I can’t believe it. You really are alive…”

“What else would I be?” Fred chuckled, “You think I would really die before you? Just ‘cause I’m older doesn’t mean I’m going first. Idiot…”

George punched him playfully, “You’re the idiot. It’s take you how long to snag Hermione for yourself?”

“What about you? Drooling after Finnigan? Seriously? You ever going to tell him that you want him?”

George glared, “Gred! He is right there you know.”

“So what Forge? So is she! Like she really wanted to see Ron rubbing that dim-witted Brown heiress in her face. At least I’m not that cruel.” Fred grumbled.

Bill cleared his throat, “If you two are quite done…”

The twins broke about red-faced.

Harry chuckled, “The red head with the ponytail and earring is Bill Weasley, the eldest brother, he is Bonded Fleur Delacour, the former Beauxbatons’ champion. Charlie the one over there in the green dragon hide suit, is that Viktor?”

Charlie blushed, “I am one of the senior handlers. His uncle oversees the Preserve, Dragomir asked me to be Viktor’s mentor. He’s a temporary trainee.”

“Permanent.” Viktor corrected.

“You really think you’ll stay at the Preserve? You’re a professional Quidditch player…” Seamus protested.

“I was sort of dragged into it. No one asked me if I wanted to fly forever. I’m sort of bored of it. There isn’t any real competition out there.” Viktor shrugged.

“You’ve never flown against our Harry.” Seamus smirked, “I’ve seen both ya fly. You’re two of kind. Born to fly…”

Harry held up a hand, “I don’t want to fly professionally. I’ll leave it to people like Oliver who live and breathe it. It’s lovely to see you by the way. Is that Percy with you?”

“He’s my date,” Oliver said throwing an arm around the slimmer man’s shoulder.

Percy was two inches shorter than Oliver; he was the shortest Weasley brother at five foot, ten inches. He was also slimmer and more bookish compared to the muscular Puddlemere United Keeper.

“You’re together?” Harry blinked.

“For the moment.” Oliver said sadly.

“Didn’t say we were over.” Percy muttered.

They all took seats.

“So how far along are you Fleur?” Fred asked politely. “When is Bill going to make me an uncle?”

Fleur blushed, “I am due in January. I’m having a little girl…”

Fred grinned, “Good on you Bill. Too many boys in this family.”

George blushed remembering his dream, groaning, “Be careful, we might be out numbered by nieces…”

“Unless Hermione is having a girl, Ginny and perhaps you. I think I’ve got boys in me…what about you Charlie?”

“Oh shut up Fred.” Charlie blushed crimson.

“You Forge?” Fred teased.

“Girls…” George stammered.

“Oh?” Fred raised an eyebrow, “Something you’re not telling us? Seamus did you tumble him into bed already?”

Seamus glared, “No. I didn’t. I’m perfectly willing to court him first.”

“So my dear Forge, where did the girls come from then?”

“Mighta had a dream…” George mumbled.

“About me?’ Seamus smirked.

“Yes about you, you prat. Who else? Colm was about five and…”

“Ya dreamed about us being together?”

George nodded.

“Girls?” Fred snickered.

“Twins about four….”

“Names?” Seamus asked curious.

“Aednat Freda…and Beibhinn Georgia…” George stammered but pronounced them properly.

“Little fiery one and joy, interesting choice for a first born girl…” Seamus mused, “George means earth worker, so I assume that Georgia means the same. Beibhinn means fair lady. So the name means together fair lady who works the earth. Perhaps a name for a herbologist?”

“Perhaps, Aednat will take after her uncle Charlie and work for my Uncle at the Preserve.” Viktor added.

George frowned. “Not sure how fond I am of that…”

“What are you planning to call your daughter Fleur?” Fred asked curious.

“Victoire Cedrina, after two of my fellow Triwizard Champions. Had it been twins I would have named the other Harriet Fleuretta but I suppose I shall keep that name for another child.” Fleur blushed.

“You’re naming your firstborn after me?” Viktor blinked.

“Yes. You should return the favour.” Fleur smirked, “What is Fleur in Russian?”

Viktor swallowed, “Anfise…”

Charlie smiled, “That is pretty, I’ve never heard a name quite like it.”

Viktor shrugged, “It just means flower.”

Fleur sniffed, “Does that mean it doesn’t mean anything special?”

Viktor laughed, “Of course not.”

“I always liked the name Sorina. One of the keepers named their daughter that. It’s Romanian for the Sun.” Charlie grinned.

“Anfise Sorina, I think that sounds rather nice.” Viktor said smirking giving Charlie a very direct look.

“I guess.” Charlie shrugged.

The other Weasley brothers felt like banging their heads against the table repeatedly.

Charlie was rather dense at present…

“What names would you consider Hermione?” Fred asked gently.

Hermione swallowed, “I’ve only known I was pregnant a few hours Fred.”

Fred smirked, “I know, I just what to know what I’ll be hearing you yelling when they prank you.”

“I always liked the name Rose…”

“What about Roselyn?” Fred asked. “Roselyn Hermione Weasley doesn’t sound bad…”

Hermione smiled, “Roslyn is pretty…”

“What about a boy then? I plan on having a son you know.” Fred teased.

Hermione blushed the colour of Fred’s hair. “I’ve always been partial to the names Jesse and Samuel…”

“Jesse Tristan and Keegan Samuel aren’t bad.” Fred chuckled.

“Good lord Hermione sounds like he expects you to birth twins.” Harry gasped.

Andromeda snickered, “Like between Blaise and Draco you won’t be popping out twins, triplets and quadruplets…”

Draco chuckled, “As powerful as he is and as fertile as he seems he could have quintuplets. Merlin knows I’ve chosen the most powerful potion that has an eighty-five percent chance of conception to brew.”

Blaise gave Harry an appraising look, “Oh he’s fertile alright. I can sense it. His magic is very strong…it takes a strong wizard to carry a child.”

Harry swallowed, “Twins are one thing but five at once? Oh Merlin I. hope not…”

“All male pregnancies are more likely to have multiples. I warned you Harry. If I have to cast spells testing all of your fertility I will. I would say your chances of multiples is astounding.” Andromeda reminded him.

“Oh god…” Harry groaned, it suddenly felt very real.

“Well with all those titles you have Harry, it is certainly alright. Grant a title to every son and they will all be safe. It is practically impossible to attack a magical heir…all heiresses are also protected under the archaic laws. With proper Wiccaning and other measures your children will never be unprotected…” Draco added.

“If I have two or more children every time I get pregnant Merlin, how many kids will we have?”

“Tresoro, with the amount of Galleons we have we could have three times as many children as George has siblings. We don’t have to want for anything. I am sure Bill, Charlie, Fred, George and Percy have saved up plenty of money so that they will not have to make their children go without.”

“We never actually went without…” Bill began.

“We did share things more often then not. When a jealous Ron broke it, it would be quite a while before we had another.” Fred grumbled. “Still think we were right to turn his teddy bear into a spider for breaking our toy broom. The rotten git did it on purpose.”

“Wish we’d gotten away with the Unbreakable Vow not to spy on us or take our things. Trust Dad to blunder in on purpose.” George sighed.

“How did an idiot like that come out of your family? Bill is a Curse Breaker; he was Head Boy and had twelve NEWTS. Charlie works as a Dragon Keeper. Percy practically ran Crouch’s Department when he was missing. He was also a former Head Boy and eventually was assigned the Minister of Magic’s office. Fred and George started their own business. What is Ron?” Harry said shaking his head.

“He did destroy the Locket didn’t he?” Hermione asked.

“Like you destroyed the cup and Neville Nagini.” Harry shrugged. “I think he just did it for the glory. If he could have, he would have gotten Nagini himself. He was right pissed that Neville beat him for it. If he had his way, he would have done the cup and the snake.”

“I hope he doesn’t pass Auror training. He would be horrible. He has no patience with people; he dislikes authority and hates to follow rules. Hermione would be a better Auror, she is a walking library of spells, she’s a fast caster, she wouldn’t complain about the paperwork, and she prefers to follow the rules.” Percy frowned, “Ron would be a terrible Auror.”

Fred shook his head, “If she wants paperwork, she can worry about running the office. Merlin knows that George and I spend more time creation or greeting customers then dealing will paperwork. We’d really appreciate it.”

Hermione frowned, “Only if I get to decide the filing system myself. I won’t like it if you come in and try to rearrange everything.”

Fred smirked, “The office is your baby, as long as you make sure the bills get paid on time.”

“Consider it done.” Hermione smiled.

Fleur had poured them all drinks, except herself and Hermione; being pregnant it was best if they had other things to drink besides wine or champagne.

When the host finally arrived with chairs for the babies, Fleur ordered sparking alpine water.

Hermione blushed, “I think I would like cranberry juice with a dash of soda water.”

“Very well miss.” The man said bowing.

“What were your lot planning on doing George?” Fred asked.

“Seamus is a bit of pyro, he blew up that bridge. I thought he could help you with the Weasleys Whizzbang line.” George grinned, “Draco was being trained by Snape so he’d make an excellent brewer on some of my creations. Harry can work on our Defense products, and Blaise is studying for his Transfiguration Mastery. He might come in handy with some of your creations.”

“Seems like you got it all figured out.”

Percy groaned, “Merlin help us all.”

Oliver frowned, “Why?”

“Are you kidding? Harry the keenest bloke at Defence I’ve heard of, the Defeater of You-Know-Who creating defence products? Seamus who blew up a BRIDGE making firecrackers? Malfoy, a Potions Master of Snape’s calibre working on Weasley products? Their production team gaining a Transfiguration Master? Plus Hermione Granger, our Generation’s Smartest Witch? I don’t think they’ve got any idea what they could do…” Percy groaned.

“You interested in joining and making it a family affair Percy?” Fred teased.

“Me?” Percy looked affronted, “Creating and selling products that help you skip class?”

“They were used to torment Umbridge.” George added smirking.

“Too bad they weren’t used on Ickly Ronnikins.”

Harry laughed, “They could be, if we got Neville to use them on him. If they make Ron cause enough of a disturbance he could get himself kicked out of the Auror Training program.”

Fred’s eyes twinkled, “Really? You think Neville would do it?”

Harry nodded, “If I tell him what Ron did to Hermione. I think he would be appalled. He thought a lot of Hermione because she was the one teaching him in the DA mostly.”

“I was also cracking down on the Hufflepuffs.” Hermione reminded him

“Was this the little organization that popped up under Dolores’ nose?” Percy asked.

“Yep. It was Hermione’s idea. Still can’t believe I agreed to teach…I must have been crazy.” Harry mumbled.

“Taught us all how to cast a Patronus.” Fred reminded him.

“A very difficult spell.” Bill mused.

“He’s a sneaky but skilful little bugger when he wants to be.” Draco chuckled.

“Who are you calling little?” Harry snarled eyes flashing.

“Peace tresoro. Caro was merely teasing. It had nothing to do with the size of anything.”

“He is shorter than you…then all of us. He’s even shorten then the ladies.” Bill observed.

“Not my fault.” Harry grumbled.

It was true: Andromeda and Fleur were about 5’8”, Hermione was 5’7”, Percy and Blaise were about 5’10”, Bill was 6’1”, and Oliver around 6 feet himself. Charlie and Seamus were about 5’11, a bit taller then Percy, Draco was somewhere around Bill and Oliver in height, while Fred and George were around six foot, two inches clearly the tallest.

“I have a question.” Hermione stated.

Fred grinned, “Does it revolve around business or pleasure.” His voice thick with innuendo…

Hermione reached up and smacked the back of his head, “Business you idiot! Have you considered the consequences of someone being allergic to your products? Some people are intolerant of odd things.”

Fred scratched his head, “No?”

“Actually we have. When I start brewing something like the potions I use to make canary creams I research possible reactions to my proposed ingredients. On the packaging I list them.” George spoke up.

“Well at least I know who the more responsible twin is…” Hermione sighed.

“On the receipts that Varity used were a disclaimer that products once used despite warnings, were the fault of the consumer if they reacted badly. Or something like that, I don’t remember my exact wording.” George shrugged.

Hermione groaned, “A good solicitor can twist that. They can claim you sold a product that knowingly had a bad reaction with certain groups thus making your company a danger.”

Fred leaned over to kiss her, “Perhaps, you aren’t as much of a fun killer as I used to tease. I think that Hermione will quickly become our conscience and common sense.”

“What will you do about the baby?” Fleur asked. “It will be difficult to do your job and take care of an infant. I had to resign from Gringotts when I found out about my own pregnancy.”

Fred grinned, “Well when things got really dreary in Diagon before the incident when we fled I did buy up the property around the shop. I was thinking about opening a day care and primary school next door. That way we could check on the kids on our break. It would help the parents of young children who still own shops there feel better about working. There has never been one there that I know of.”

“Who would run this?” Andromeda asked.

“Well, we are in need of a healer. You did work at St. Mungos once upon a time. I heard that you were also a Head Girl. Tonks mentioned it once. I was sort of hoping you would. You could keep an eye on Teddy. If Fleur wanted to help I would appreciate it. After all, I would like to keep it in the family. Dennis can work there or at the shop if he wants a job.” Fred smirked.

“I have to catch up to my peers. I missed out on my fourth year of instruction due to the Ministry. So I am over a year behind…” Dennis sighed.

“I could help. I did tutor Ted once upon a time. He needed help with potions. He was falling behind and it was OWL preparatory work. Soon we were studying other subjects together as well.” Andromeda offered.

“I can ‘elp too.” Fleur nodded. “Since it seems that Seamus and George vill bond soon.

“What would you call it?” Harry asked interested.

“The Remus Lupin Academy for young witches and wizards. I thought we could take anyone who needed it. We can start with taking in babies and being a day care. Slowly we can start accepting young kids. If we find Muggleborns that have a difficult controlling their magic, then we can have Hermione meet with them. She as a Muggleborn and could explain it better. It would be a shame to expose our world needlessly but with a smart, conscientious young woman with us we could do well. I think it is a shame that children don’t receive proper educations. You can tell those who have pre-Hogwarts educations: Malfoy did, I’m sure Zabini did, Adrian did, Cedric, Angelina but some of us didn’t.” Fred shrugged. “It made us behind our peers. Not everyone is a Hermione Granger who devourers books and catches on immediately.”

“I don’t know any Wizarding Primary schools that accept anyone younger than six or those who aren’t at least half-blood. And none who would accept those with a father like Remus…” Percy said thoughtfully.

“Well, if you ever decided to teach younger students Percy, we would use you there. Provided you remember their age…” Fred teased.

‘So you want to expand your little shop to a international enterprise and start a Wizarding primary school?” Andromeda clarified.

“Of course. With the amoung of children that will be born of our production team, we’ll need it.” Fred shrugged. “We already have Teddy, and that little one. Plus Fleur and Hermione are expecting. It won’t be long before Harry and George are pregnant I’m sure. Especially if Harry has multiples…”

“Pardon sirs. Are you ready to order?”

They all turned startled towards the voice.

“Yes.” Blaise nodded, “I would like spinach and cheese tortellini with pesto sauce and a salad.”

“Chicken alfredo.” Draco put in.

“Spaghetti carbonara.” Fleur said.

“Pizza.” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Shrimp Fettuccini.” Andromeda replied.

They all proceeded to order something different. They were after all different people with different tastes.

After the host left with their orders, they went back to business.

“What if some of us wanted to join the family business?” Bill asked thoughtfully.

Fred smirked, “You ever want to come work for us I’ll be happy to have you. With a brain like yours Bill I would be interested to see what you might come up with. I would love to see what Hermione would dream up if we started a pranking contest.”

“What is that?” Fleur asked curious.

“We put all our names in a bowl and we each draw a name. We have to come up with an original prank to do to that person. Then the others grade it. There is a prize for the most original, the most creative, the best and so on.” George answered.

“Interesting…” Blaise mused, “And anyone who works for you can participate?”

Fred snickered, “Are required.”

Harry chuckled, “That makes it all the more amusing.” He was thoughtful, “I remembered the hissing gummy snakes that Honeydukes sold. They were all wrong. If you want, I’d like to make some that actually hiss coherently. So the sounds flow smoothly, it won’t be understandable by non-Parselmouths but that’s not important is it?”

Fred frowned, “If you want to make a hissing snake candy to add to our product line I don’t mind. As long as it doesn’t make someone spontaneously start speaking in Parseltongue. It frightens most people because of the number of Dark Wizards who used it.”

Harry snorted, “Don’t worry. I have no desire to make other persons suffer what I did after I tried to stop Draco’s conjured adder not attack Finch-Fletchley. Serious, it was like the whole school was taking WWW products to make them stupid. I’m a real Dark Lord because I can take to snakes.”

Blaise chuckled, “To a non-Slytherin a Parseltongue might be frightening, to us it’s a rare gift that only increases your value to us. Old Families saw it as a gift. I believe a member of my father’s family was one. Mother disliked them, not that her opinion matters much:”

Draco smirked, “A partner who is a Parseltongue would balance out other supposedly undesirable qualities.”

“What undesirable qualities does Harry have?” Fred growled.

Draco shrugged, “Depends on who you ask. Cassio would say he was ugly, a dirty Halfblood, the defeater of the Dark Lord and probably make a very Lucius-like comment.”

“Who is Cassio?’ Hermione asked quietly.

“My cousin.” Blaise sighed,

“Cassio Baianchessi?” Fleur frowned.

Blaise winced, “You knew him at Beauxbatons?”

Fleur scoffed, “Hard not to when he’s made it his goal to snog and seduce every wizard there.” She made a very unladylike noise and made a very impolite comment in French that made Andromeda wince and Draco’s face turn pink.

Harry sighed, “How many times to have to say it’s annoying to talk in other languages? Merlin if you don’t teach me French and Italian you two I will hex you.”

Draco laughed, “We will, amoung other things…”

Viktor frowned, “Cassio Baianchessi? I know him…”

That got everyone’s attention especially Blaise, Draco and Fleur’s.

Blaise stiffened, “How is that possible? You’re a Durmstranger. Fleur I can understand, she is three years older then us and would have been a Fourth Year when Cassio started there.”

“Before Uncle Dragomir was Bonded to my Aunt Bisera he had an affair with a beautiful witch. She told him he had a child but refused his requests to bond. I do not think much of him the few times I had the misfortune of meeting him. He is an arrogant and undisciplined young man. I think Uncle Dragomir is ashamed of him…” Viktor said shaking his head.

“With his vile and despicable actions of late I completely agree with you. He came to my villa uninvited, insulted my guests, slandered my mate and then proceeded to send my mother after me for my ‘ill-treatment’. All I did was tell him if he couldn’t be polite, then he wasn’t welcome. Then I turned the wards against him.” Blaise growled, “He is just like my mother and I refuse to be like them.”

Fleur gave him a piercing look; “It is a shame when Veela embarrass their own kind because they don’t truly accept who they are.”

Blaise scowled, “Mother lost my father tragically, he was her mate. She buries her grief by seducing, bonding to and screwing her partners until they die in her bed. I learned far more about sex then I ever wanted to know when she condescended to be around me. I swear she spoilt me for woman because I judge them all by her.”

Viktor coughed, “I can understand that, my fans did that to me.”

Harry snorted, “Personally, I blame Ginny for my lack of interest in witches. Either that or my Aunt, they are prime examples of the worst of the female half of the species.”

Hermione groaned, “When I told her that you might notice her more and be jealous if you saw her with other people. I didn’t expect her to jump into bed with all of them. A snog or a cuddle would have been alright. I liked Viktor alright as a person and it was flattering that he invited me to the Ball but I had hoped it would make someone jealous.”

George smirked, “Oh it did. Both the idiot brothers of mine Gred and Ronnikins complained about it.”

“I didn’t see you going. You were too cowardly to try to ask Finnigan so you hid in your lab the whole night.” Fred grumbled.

“You weren’t enjoying yourself either! You watched Hermione with Viktor while Angelina tried to get in your trousers.” George retorted.

Fred sighed, “Well we never said I was that bright in school. Just ask Snape.” His eyes widened with horror.

“We can’t.” Harry said shortly, “He’s dead.”

“No he isn’t.” Draco said quietly, “I would know.”

“And why would that be Draco?” Andromeda asked gently.

“Because, he is my godfather. If he were dead I would have his magic, I don’t.”

The others frowned.

Hermione asked confused, “What do you mean?”

“The Wiccaning I was subjected two was old-fashioned. I had two godparents who gave magic with my parents to protect me.” Draco stared at them, “One was my Aunt Bella and the other was Severus Snape. Snape was protective of me and tried to shield me as much as he could because of the bond. It was his duty and privilege to protect me. Aunt Bella was too crazy to remember that, so she used her connection to cause me pain. She enjoyed using the Cruciatus on me after my failure.”

“So Snape is alive and hiding out somewhere?” Harry mused. “Don’t know why I didn’t realize it before. After all, his body did disappear and I received his will a bit suddenly. As if someone was watching me and set me the well as soon as I woke, come to think of it the will was delivered by a Hogwarts Owl.

Fred shifted nervously in his seat.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” Andromeda said fixing him in a piercing glare.

Fred swallowed, “No…”

“Really?” She asked raising an eyebrow, “The reason the Buried Alive curse was popular was because it was a slow death. It made murderers out of the family. It is not easily broken and because of the air-tight nature of a coffin, you would have suffocated in hours if not days, slowed breathing or not. Only someone with extensive knowledge of curses, spells and hexes- primarily Dark ones would recognize that particular spell and its effects if they were wandering Hogwarts after the Battle under the Bedazzing Hex or some other form of invisibility. Could it be that Severus Snape kept you alive so you could break the curse?”

Fred flushed, “Now where would you get that idea?”

“Avoiding a probing question by asking one in return? A very Slytherin-like trait for a Gryffindor “ Andromeda frowned.

“Mighta been a snake. Was a bit too cunning for Gryffindor but the hat chose it anyway. Wouldn’t of cared really. While we don’t have any Slytherin Weasleys that I know of there have been Slytherin Prewetts and Blacks. Our grandmother Cedrella was one…one of the reasons I believe Mum can’t stand her. Fabian was a Gryffindor but I think Gideon was a Ravenclaw but I’m not sure. Her brothers are sort of a banned subject.” Fred shrugged.

“I was almost a Ravenclaw.” Bill admitted.

“So was I…”

Percy and Hermione spoke at the same time and blushed.

“Well the hat wanted me in Slytherin but I didn’t want to go there.”

Blaise and Draco’s jaw dropped.

Draco swallowed, “You were almost in our House? Why didn’t you get sorted their anyway?”

Harry sighed, “Because you were hateful on the train, I was a bit afraid of sharing a House with you. I didn’t think Ron would stay my friend if I was, he was my friend, my first and only friend. He HATED Slytherins, I thought if I went there I’d lose him.” He frowned, “Not that I wouldn’t have anyway but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“If you had, I would hope that we might have been friends…” Draco said quietly, thoughtfully.

“Well you aren’t always a spoilt git now are you?” Harry teased, his face glowing with adoration and affection.

“You really do you love him don’t?” Hermione asked softly.

Harry blushed and nodded, “I love Draco but I am increasingly fond of Blaise. I can’t say I love him yet but he is gorgeous, smart, funny and affectionate. The love might not be there yet but I think it will come. I can’t imagine my life without him anymore then I can Draco.”

Hermione reached over to squeeze his hand, “I won’t say I understand because I don’t. I can see how happy you are and that is all that matters. You’re my friend Harry and I want you to be happy.” Her lips twitched, “If they don’t treat your right I know a host of nasty spells to toss at them.”

Blaise was indignant, “I am a Veela ask Fleur, I can’t mistreat my mate. I live to cherish them, to protect them, care for them and our children. I want a family, a large loving family. Something neither of us had…I want this to work. I want to be everything Harry wants…even if I have to share him at least it’s with someone I am fond of and is a good friend.”

Fred kept the sigh of relief to himself about how the conversation had drifted.

Andromeda frowned at him.

Fred felt her eyes and swallowed.

The woman actually grinned at him!

He had never seen a grin like that…not even on Tonks. It strangely enough reminded him of Sirius.

The ‘You’ve got a secret/you’re up to something’ look.

Merlin…

They talked long into the night talking about the shop and the plans for it as well as Fred’s proposed school.

It wasn’t until Hermione fell asleep on him that he released exactly how late it was.

Fred pulled out his seal, “Charge half of the bill to my vault Harry. I’m going to take Hermione home.”

“He’s already asleep.” Draco said quietly.

“Well then…what will we do about the bill?” Charlie frowned.

Andromeda chuckled, summoning the Black seal from Harry’s robe. “Simple, I’ve got the right and permission to use this within reason. I’ll just see that it’s paid. Don’t worry about it. Harry won’t mind if I tell him in the morning.”

Draco looked at Blaise, “Harry or Teddy?”

Blaise sighed, “You’ve had more time to bond to Teddy. I believe he would say it was my turn. I I’ve never been to Baskerville and you have so it might be best if you floo in first.”

Draco picked up the slumbering, former Gryffindor and led the way to the nearest floo.

Fred hugged George with one arm, “Where are you staying?”

Seamus smirked, “With me.”

“Well that’s dandy. Since I’ve got Hermione sleeping in his bed.” Fred yawned, “Come by the shop tomorrow sometime and we’ll see what to start with.”

The Weasley party broke up, each going their own way.

But none of the brothers left before giving Fred a tight hug.

His return was still startling and they wouldn’t be able to not see him often to assure themselves that he was still amoung the living.

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