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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Okay, I have to say this. I love getting reviews, and I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I just want you to remember, these are just stories, not real, and I'm bound to miss a few bits of details, some perspective issues and POV's that someone else may feel is important. I'd love to write more, but that would require filling it all in, adding the details where they were missed, and publishing it postumously. Again, it's just a story, don't take it so seriously, okay?

suezq: Sequels could be arrange, but Chameleoni have already been defined as *Dominant only*, so - sorry, no Mpreg for Harry in this one. I don't mind him being preg, but it doesn't work in this one.

Jordan C: Wow, you really want Cedric, don't you? Glad that I could still surprise you, and hope I can come up with a little more for that trick. Surprises, surprises, oh what will they be?

Anon: I liked 'Nice', but liked the rest even more. Susan and Oliver, Draco and Shea, Blaise and Luna, Fred and George, who will be next? Jordan wants Cedric. Now, guess. Why would I have kept him alive, do you think?

tkykitty: Welcome to my little potterverse, and glad to have pleased you. I like to know that Harry and his harem aren't locked into their own little vacuum, as well. Sorry for the delay, but with their history, I thought they needed more time and a genuine courtship. As for the rest, what isn't answered here, will be coming. Keep the questions coming, it aids the muse.

unneeded: Yeah, well, I couldn't leave the girls out, and I needed to get the blond in. That's how it goes. Somehow, the parts about Draco's affect on Harry got lost with the laptop, and I forgot to put them back in. I'll slip them in somewhere. Sorry. About the questions, see previous note.

Sablesilverrain: A 'marriage of convenience' is one way to go. Shamefully, marriage isn't an option here, so good luck with yours, wherever you live. I still scribble what I can on my breaks, and in between assignments, so I'll be updating this or B and G. Or Tommy (if I don't have enough written on the other two) it's finished, and I just tease with it, hoping to get some feedback,(sigh).

Moira-chan: Wow! Even I can't read one story in a go. I'm impressed. Glad to have you and your enthusiasm. Your praise leaves me red-faced and grinning, by the way. I think the universe the Rowling created is vast enough for all of us to have a place, and I'm glad my friend talked me into posting bits of it here. Hope this chapter meets your expectations.

Cocoa Mocha: I'll just have to appeal to the love side of that relationship, and plead insanity, cause I went crazy when this chapter was f***ked up by my laptop being stolen. There was so much I couldn't replace, and it would have solidified Harry's reasoning for Susan and Luna. I tried, and Anna helped, but we only read the previous work once, before it was stolen, and this is what we could resurrect. I don't hate you. you reviewed what I felt as well, it's the bastards that took my property, physical as well as intellectual, that I hate! On another note, please read the notice above(hugs).

Chapter Twenty-one: Baby on Board

Male Pregnancies IV-a   Among the serpentine and avian breeds, pregnancies tend toward longer breeding cycles, extended gestations, and multiple births. Naga lay eggs after seven months of gestation, which are guarded zealously by the sub, these eggs will take three more to hatch, bearing one or two young per egg. The young are born just as dependent as human children and very susceptible to weather and other dangers. Dominant partners are extremely dangerous during this period, but none so bad as those with a male submissive, and deaths have been documented for those foolish enough to venture close.

The other breeds that are not live bearers are among the dragon breeds. These are considered separately from serpentine because of the size and severity of the species. Dragons, and dragonites, will grow exponentially during gestation to accommodate the many eggs that they carry. Many dragonites have been measure at seven to ten feet tall prior to clutching, and dragons reach as large as fifty feet. It is during this period that most submissives hide from the world, preferring to keep to themselves and not stand out among the general populous. It is rare to be witness to a dragonite birth, but they are not as dangerous as dragon or serpentine breeds.

Among avian breeds only those with reptilian ancestry lay eggs and those will only lay a maximum of three at a clutch. these include Wyverns, Drakes and Basillan. Dragonite and reptilian avian eggs are laid at four months and gestate after eight more. This is the longest period of gestation among human crosses. Again, Veela are not egg bearers(see Male Pregnancies II).(Chapter 19)

Harry passed through the open bay doors of his patio and touched down on the soft carpet. He could now hear the litany that Draco was muttering, "Please, Potter. Please don't. Don't say it, Please."

After shifting the weight of the lethargic blond, Harry raised his hand and summoned their wands from the gardens, both flying into his grasp simultaneously. He tossed the hawthorn onto the divan and waved the holly at the open doors, softly closing them behind the pair. His wand joined Draco's and Harry carried them to the bed, calling for Lollie as he did. "Shhh. Hush, Drake." he said as the blond continued to sob on his shoulder. "Lollie, Now!"

The little elf popped in and Harry pointed to the bedding. Lollie snapped her fingers and the sheets pulled back so that Harry could lay his burden on them. "Our clothes. Fetch them from the grounds, please. We'll be staying here, so convey our apologies to the Lord and Lady of the house and bring our meal here tonight." Lollie nodded her understanding of the instructions and popped out of sight.

When he was unencumbered by the blond's weight, he noted that Draco's wings and claws had retracted, but his own were still in evidence. He concentrated and drew them in, all the while hearing his mate's pitiful mutterings. When he was able to crawl in next to Draco, he finally caught the meaning behind the words. "What, Drake? What are you afraid I'll do?"

"Please don't. Don't say what my father heard. I couldn't bear it." the look of agony in the silver grey eyes broke Harry's heart.

"Your father? What about your father?" Harry was now nestled up to his newest mate, holding him against his body and petting him gently.

"He was broken and I would be worse. I'm not as strong as he was. I won't be able to take it." Draco was rambling and Harry wasn't sure he'd caught it.

"Broken? Draco, what . . . your father!" Harry rose up over the blond and grabbed his shoulders. "Lucius was one of my father's mates? He was the one?"

"He believed that it was real love. . gave himself, and then . . and then." the blond's sobs and hiccoughs made it hard to hear him. "Then, he told him, he said . . .I only wanted to fly. You were a disappointment . . .the, the worst lover I've had." Draco pulled back, his eyes wide. "He's my father! How could anyone say that to my father?"

Harry stared at him, overwhelmed by this disclosure. "When? When were they together? You're not . . ."

"Not me. My sister. I have an older sister, or I guess We do. But, that's not it! He didn't care about that! He only wanted my father because he was a Veela. Because of what he could get, and he left my father, pregnant with my sister, alone and . . . broken!"

Harry pulled him back, held him close and pet his hair again. "Shh, Draco. He was wrong to do that. He was wrong and YOU were a magnificent lover. You were perfect." he kissed the tears that had escaped Draco's eyes and continued to speak soothingly. "Close your eyes. Relax. When we're rested, I'll prove it to you."

Draco stiffened and pushed Harry away, to stare at him intently. "I'm serious. I know you couldn't have interceded. There will be a birth."

"Of course, there will. I didn't try to intercede. I can cast the basic contraceptive spells wandlessly and wordlessly, now. I didn't do it to appease your family, either. I chose you as my mate. I look forward to you bearing my first child." Harry was grinning at the blond's incredulous look, and when he started chuckling it was too much for Draco.

"How dare you?" he crowed, pushing at his dark-haired mate hard enough to dislodge Harry's hold on him. "What gave you the right to make that decision?"

"Well, you could have performed the spell. Did you know it?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Draco answered.

"But, you didn't" Harry inched closer. "Draco, just think of how beautiful a baby will be from your line." Before the blond could respond, Harry's fingers traced his jaw and a pair of lips found his neck. The words that continued between kisses added to the confusion this brought. "So pretty, if it's a girl, like the Beauxbaton girls, or our sister. I'd like a boy, too. As gorgeous as you, with blond hair and blue-grey eyes."

Harry's lips moved on, following his fingers down Draco's chest, plucking and nipping at the tawny buds of flesh they found, drawing gasps and choked out cries from the blond young man. "Harry!" he lifted his head where Malfoy's fingers gripped his tousled brown hair. A pink tongue licked at pale belly skin while he watched Draco arch and throw his head back. "Absolute perfection." he whispered, diving down to give Draco the benefit of his recently honed skills, learned from his time with Blaise and Seamus. He took the blond's length into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the head.

"Ah, Merlin!" Draco screamed as his hips tried to thrust up into the moist heat that enveloped him. Harry held him down, bobbing his head over the rapidly hardening organ. Malfoy panted loudly, yanking intermittently on his mate's hair and arching his back. His feet planted on the mattress as he struggled against the other wizard's hold. "Please, Harry." he begged, unsure what he was begging for. Harry rose up, releasing Draco's dick with a soft plop.

"Whatever you want, Draco. Anything for you." he said. When Draco looked up, his eyes wide and pleading, Harry kissed his belly at the middle of his pale blond treasure trail. "Tell me what you want."

"Don't leave me." Draco gasped, his voice cracking at the end of his little speech. "I know what Father asked for, but I couldn't bear it if you left the way He left Father. When you leave us, it will break me."

Harry crawled back up his body and captured his mates lips with his own. "You are my mate. I am not going to leave you." he stated before planting a searing kiss on Draco's mouth, scrambling the blond's thoughts even more. When he opened his lips to gasp, Harry took advantage, probing the open mouth, exploring every centimeter of space.

At the same time, his hands scooped up Draco's buttocks and pressed their erections together, drawing a deep throaty groan from the blond. This sound tore directly into Harry and made his blood boil. He raised up and looked down on Draco with a smirk, "That is the single most erotic sound I've ever heard."

Before Draco could respond, Harry gave an all out effort to get the blond to make it again.

Lon Derrick stretched out and felt the vertebrae in his back click into place. He was pleasantly tired and blissfully sore, wanting nothing more than to sleep in all day. He turned his head to find his arm held down by the soft weight of Padma's head, nestled into his shoulder. Her upper body looked much as always, but below the hips, she tapered into a smooth reptilian tail that entwined his legs and tucked under her sister's. Pavarti was laying on his other side, with her back to him, her skin coated with shimmering scales and her hair flowing across his chest in a dark silky wave. She retained her human body, not sated like Padma by the previous night, and only the shiny coating giving away her nature.

He had never known the emotions that the two girls brought him, and after tomorrow he'd be bound to them for eternity. It was an entrance to Nirvana, and he craved it like he craved their bodies. It was more than he'd hoped for, when he'd sauntered onto the Hogwarts grounds so many months ago, searching for the Chameleonis to mate him and give him the child his family needed. His line was dying, only he and his two brothers left to carry on the hydra blood. He wanted to please his family, but he'd never expected to fall in love in the process.

And his new family, the Patils, was another great blessing on the union. He would have two mates, two chances to breed a true hydra, as well as sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles. He felt the joy that had suffused him when he'd brought his brothers to meet the family and found out that they extended to count as many as one hundred Naga, Wyverni and Basilla. He and his family had hope, at last.

Pavarti rolled over, turning to face him and opening curious eyes at his. She smirked and let her hands travel across his body, exploring the hard muscles that adorned his chest and stomach. His six-pack was a particular favorite of the girl, and she rubbed hard enough to elicit a moan from her bond-mate-to-be. He closed his eyes as she dislodged her sister's tail and shifted them to her side of the giant bed. It had been a gift from their uncle, a teaser to their nuptials, and his wink had told Lon that he expected his nieces to carry eggs by the time the ceremony was performed. The girls were just as enthusiastic.

Padma had explained that the drive to birth their first clutch was overpowering and they would likely wear him out by the time it was accomplished, so they wanted to ease their life together by getting pregnant as fast as possible. The rearing of the children would be no problem, what with the Patil fortune and his parent's legacy, they had money to back them and a house from his childhood to raise them in. He had taken a leave from his job, telling his boss about his fiance's and plans to travel, and the man had winked and authorized him several months off. Now, if only the seed would take and he could rest for longer than a few hours between bouts of sexual frenzy, he would thoroughly enjoy his time off.

Pavarti had hissed in his ear when she realized he was not paying complete attention to her, "show me you tentacles." and his libido took over, pushing any other thoughts from his head. He could sprout up to fifteen, but for now only three came, one from each shoulder and another than rose from his belly, just between his lower two abdominals. He no longer had to concentrate on them as they slithered out and found her points of arousal, latching their suction cup ends on one of her nipples and the side of her collar bone. The third, and lowest, found her pleasure center and sucked with all its might, driving her to frenzy as his hands held her close and kept her from moving away.

Of the two, Padma was the most turned on by his appendages, but Pavarti called for them more often, scooting away when he had her thrashing, and wyrming out of his grasp. But today, with Padma sleeping sated behind him, there was no other to distract him, and he strove to undo her. He sent a fourth out, finding her bottom and working at the smooth globes he found, probing until he had located her pucker and teasing it and a fifth took over for his lower tent, these two coming out of his hips, and allowed it to move on, gently working her folds until she attempted to pull it inside.

"No, not yet." he cooed, keeping himself from her vagina as he worked his erection with another tentacle, this one from his lower back, and joining his mouth to one of the first three as it worked hickey's into one side of her neck, his lips on the other. The last he'd produce for her today, came from his upper back, over his shoulder and into her mouth, stroking her tongue in parody of his cock, playing at her lips like the blow-job he had managed from her sister a week ago. She gagged once, before realizing that he wouldn't hurt her, then sucked him in, taking it deep and swallowing around it.

This was the catalyst for him to step up the action, sliding the two tents that were at her openings in, simultaneously, and thrusting them hard. She would have screamed out her pleasure, but the tentacle in her mouth went deeper, spearing her throat and blocking the sound. She thrashed in his arms, her legs fusing around his tents, and forming a tail that coiled around his legs, attempting to immobilize him. He had dealt with this before, and his thrusts picked up speed, driving into her as he pleasured himself with a coiled up tentacle around his cock. It wasn't necessary for him to be physically inside of her to send his seed her way, he needed only to climax and whichever tentacle was inserted, or all three in this case, would spew forth the fluids of his orgasm, filling her in everyway possible.

This was the true joy of being Hydra, the triple experience in one session, or six times the pleasure if he could take both his females in this way, but this would certainly be enough. He sucked hard on one side of her neck as his sucker tightened on her breast, and his body shuddered along with hers, her climax joining his and her body jerking against the three intruders. His seed went deep, oddly more fulfilling than any other time they'd coupled.

She sagged against him, not even bothering to spit out the tentacle from her mouth, and he slowly began to withdraw. She reached out a hand and stopped him, catching the tent that wound around behind her before it could retract. "Mmm, mm." she hummed, rolling her tongue languidly around the length in her mouth. He stopped, relaxed and gave her the control over this time, waiting with drowsy eyes for her to relinquish his body parts.

Pavarti coiled tighter around his body, swallowing shallowly on his upper tentacle as she relaxed every other part of her. She had been a bit afraid of his ardor, and held back in the past, but now she wanted to prolong the feel of him, invading her in every intimate part of her, slick from her juices and spit, and making her feel full and sated. It was the best thing she could ever imagine.

Inside of her, the seed of her mate had found her core, the birthplace of her eggs, and was working to create the young she so desired. It would only be a matter of time and they would be parents of many young, adding to the ranks of her family like no other. She and Padma had agreed to bear as many clutches as they could, producing at least one hydra each, and proving that their father's children were the strongest yet.

Hermione sat in the little cafe and watched the people that moved down the quiet street. It was her favorite place to spend a Sunday, amidst the world of Muggles and out of the main traffic of city life. London was still a big place, though it seemed smaller when she considered how much of it was hidden from the non-magic folk that wandered about her here. She could still get lost, but at least she wasn't as lost as they seemed, denying the things that happened directly in front of them more often that she believed.

As she sipped her coffee, she flipped through a paperback that had lost her interest years before, but she had found a spell that enchanted the cover onto smaller books, and now what she was reading was Creature Babies Among Non-cross Families by Leonna Sphynxus. The author was speculating about how it was detrimental for creature cross children to be raised without a parent who understood the special needs of their heritage.

A shadow fell over her table and she squinted up, seeing the outline of the man that hovered near her table. "May I help you?" she asked. The man moved out of the sun, circling her table and leaning on the back of the chair beside her. His dark hair was pulled back in a tail, but his face was still shaded by a wide brimmed hat, and his face was pale other than strikingly dark brows and piercing black eyes. If she didn't know he wouldn't have been caught dead in muggle London, she might have thought it was Snape after a youthenizing potion.

"May I sit?" the young man asked. Hermione nodded, folded her book and put it aside, eyeing the man even more severely. "I am searching for my brother, and I wondered if I might ask you a question or two." As he sat, he carefully adjusted the creases on his black pants, and unbuttoned his tailored black sports jacket. He wore an ironed blue shirt of a royal tint, the buttons undone at the top, in an attempt at comfort. Hermione was sure this man would never look as comfortable as Ron could, for his appearance had a stiff formal look to it.

"Do you think I know your brother?" she asked.

"I know that you do. But, forgive me. I should introduce myself, as it is clear you do not recognize me. I get that a lot." he paused, took off his hat and hissed as a beam of sunlight leaked through the trees with a gentle breeze. "I am Roger. Roger Davies." he said and Hermione's eyes bloomed to full size. "You can see the resemblance, now?"

"Yes! I mean, yes, I can. You look different, though." she said to cover her faux pas. "What happened?"

"I have come of age." he said simply. "In fact, my full name is Roger Davies d'Eath. My father works in the ministry, for the department of interspecies affairs. I am, in part, vampire. As you have learned, outside of the officially approved literature, we are not the creatures of curse that 'the' world believes us to be. I was born to my father, Lucan, and another man, and when I reached twenty, I became full vampire. Only at dark, you understand. I am fine during the day, though a bit weak."

"So, your father is a vampire, and your searching for a brother?" she asked. "And how do I know this brother?"

"You're very good friends with him, always have been. You see, even among vampires, male pregnancies are rare. There is, however, one creature that is capable of breeding with any . . ."

"Chameleonis?" she guessed and the young man nodded. "You're looking for Harry?"

"Yes. My father did not share the name of his mate, until recently, and I have decided to connect with my family. But my father did not know how to contact the boy without scaring him, and I have a similar problem. I know where he lives, his address, but I cannot go there."

"The house is protected." she surmised.

"Yes. It has anti-vampire wards, as well as the status of being unplottable and hidden. I've found the house, but I cannot enter, nor are my kind availed with the use of owls. I would ask you to convey a message, for me?" he asked.

"I can do that. I'm going to see him next week. Would you like something to drink?" she asked innocently.

Roger smirked at the un-implied innuendo, and shook his head. "No, my feeding is still days away. I wouldn't mind a bit of cheese, if they have any. I am partial to goats cheese, and Rocamodour is my favorite. It has more to do with the region of Périgord, than with my heritage, for your information. Though, my kind is often partial to milk products." Roger smiled a winning smile filled with perfect teeth (not a sign of the pointy bicuspeds she expected), and Hermione smiled back.

They shared an afternoon of casual chatting, until she had to go for a shopping trip with Lavender Brown, and he rose to take her hand, placing a soft kiss on the back and then putting his letter into it. She blushed prettily, stammered a "See you around," and hobbled away on shaky legs. He lowered back into the chair and watched her go, his smile dipping only slightly.

Lavender was a mess by the time Hermione got to Diagon Alley. She was pacing the cobblestones outside of Madame Malkins and glaring up and down the street. Hermione stepped out of the Aparation point and she rushed up, grabbed her friend and pulled her up the street. "What took you so long? I was afraid you'd changed your mind and weren't coming."

"Lav, I'm only a few seconds late." she defended.

"Only a few seconds! Hermione Granger is usually so dependable that the rest of us set hourglasses by you. Come on." she pulled the brunette into the newest of the shops to open on the Alley and Hermione was assaulted by the smells of perfume, powder and residual magic. This was what a Wizarding Beauty Parlor would smell like.

"Okay, first I need to figure out what to do with my hair. Madame Wilkins is the best, but I heard that this girl from Ravenclaw, three years ahead of us, had opened this shop, so I wanted to try her. Are you game?" Lavender had more than made up for the way that she and Ron had tormented Hermione in fifth year, and now that was all water under the bridge, but for some reason the pretty blonde witch thought that Hermione had the secrets to many of a witches deepest problems, and this was another example. She sighed and found a seat where she could wait and give her opinion on the different styles that this girl, Loretta Ridgewood, a friend of Penelope Clearwater's, could come up with.

Harry stayed with the Malfoys for an extra day, returning to Grimmauld Place on Monday morning, after breakfasting with his new mate's family. Their wounds were healed, though they would leave permanent scars on both men. Fleur had come, too, called home by her father for the announcement of her brother's mating, and they had talked for hours that morning. She promised to visit with Bill after they had gotten settled.

He and Draco arrived on the street together and were greeted by a smirking Blaise Zabini and a cross Oliver Wood. Draco held back as Harry greeted each with a kiss, though Oliver accepted it reluctantly.

"What is it, Ollie?" Harry asked with a brush of his knuckles on Oliver's cheek. "I had to stay, the courtship required two full days after the initial mating." Draco looked away from Blaise when the Chameleonis said this.

"Seamus needed you. It was his day." Oliver said with a twist of his body that pulled him out of Harry's grasp. He didn't sound angry. Draco was listening intently to his words, their tone and watching his body language.

"I'll go up to him now," Harry sighed and Oliver stiffened.

"Today is your day." Draco surmised and Wood started. "You're trying to keep from showing your disappointment."

Harry turned to Malfoy, then returned his gaze to the Gryffindor. "Is that it? If I go to Seamus, and tomorrow is the twins, you think I'll neglect you?"

When Oliver failed to make eye contact, Harry took his face in his hands and turned him toward himself. The Scotsman's eyes dropped to the floor. "Come with me." Harry said, releasing his face and taking hold of Oliver's hand. He led the way up the stairs to the room allotted to Seamus.

Draco waited until they were out of sight before looking over the Slytherin. "You look good, if a bit thin. Haven't you been eating well? I know Potter has enough to purchase food for this house."

"Drop it, Malfoy. I know what you're asking. No, I'm not carrying Potter's child and yes, I've been eating fine. It gets hectic around here sometimes. Besides I have been sick, remember?"

Blaise led him into the parlor where a tea had been set. "Really? This looks a proper tea. Nothing hectic here." Draco poured two cups and sat on the settee. Blaise took the other to a high back nearby. When Draco surveyed the biscuits his brow creased. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers. An elf popped in wearing a clean bit of curtain tied around by a tasseled rope.

"Master Draco called for Mizzy?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm not certain which room is to be mine, so my things will have to remain at the manor. For now, bring some of my favorite scones. This tea is wanting." Draco barely acknowledged the elf who bowed low and disappeared. He did turn to Blaise and raised one eyebrow at the look he was receiving, "What?"

"I was just remembering those scones, from last summer." Blaise said dreamily "Mizzy makes them herself, doesn't she?"

"Yes, and I suppose she'll be making them a great deal more frequently. Father gave her to me, he was so pleased."

"So, the Malfoy line will continue?" Blaise asked.

Draco sighed and sipped his tea. Mizzy popped back in with a plate full of scones. She put them on the tea tray and set about cleaning up the room. Draco ignored her. He picked up a scone and bit into it delicately, savoring the taste while Blaise devoured his own. Before taking a second bite, Draco announced, "I am pregnant." and the darker wizard choked on the sip of tea he was swallowing.

"Don't announce things like that during tea! Besides, how can you know already? Harry only took you two days ago."

Draco gave him a scathing look and Blaise looked away. "I am Veela, Zabini. A first mating, in full flight, would guarantee it. Contraceptive spells don't work in full form, even if they had been performed, which Potter did not. I am, most assuredly, pregnant . . .with twins . . or possibly more. In a few months, I will need a great deal of assistance. I would like you to be that, unless you are unavailable."

"I'll help you. We're not planning a child. Harry and I. He agreed to wait until I am ready. The same goes for Oliver and the twins."

"Who are these twins? I hadn't heard about them." Draco finished off his scone and leaned back with his tea cup. Before Blaise could answer, another voice responded from the doorway.

"Fred and George," Susan said, smiling lightly. "The Weasley twins. I'm guessing you didn't know about them, or me." She took a cup of tea, that Mizzy had poured for her and primly sat across from Blaise. "There are six of us, at present. Not counting you."

"So, I see." Draco lifted the plate of scones and Susan took one. "You were Hufflepuff, correct?" she nodded. "And what plans have you for children?"

"I look forward to them, but birth is not as assured for my race." She said.

"Which is?" Draco asked.

"Selkie, and Oliver is Dryad. The twins are Phoenicia and Seamus is Faun. Anything else you need to know?" Susan snapped.

Draco sipped at his tea, a relaxed look on his face. When he was finished, he put down his cup and brushed away imagined crumbs from his tailored robe. "This house has fourteen bedrooms, as I recall. Has anyone claimed the one with the bay windows, on the second floor?" he asked.

"No. I've the one next to it and the twins are across the hall. Oliver is at the other end and Seamus is on the third floor, across from Susan. Luna has the room down the hall, when she comes here." Blaise filled him in.

After nodding and committing this to memory, Draco rose. "Then, that will be my room. Mizzy bring my things. I'm going to lie down. What is the schedule for meals?"

"Kreacher has been cooking, but he isn't very punctual. We eat when he manages it." Blaise said.

"That won't do. Mizzy will take over the cooking for lunch and dinner. We'll say . . an hour after noon and seven at night. Any complaints?" the witch and the wizard shook their heads and Draco nodded once. "Then, I'll see you at one."

Harry rose from the sides of the bed, rejoining at the footboard and looking back at his two mates curled up together in the middle of the pillows. Oliver was still awake, just barely, and he looked up sleepily as Harry reformed from his Phoenician split and winked at the Scotsman. Seamus nuzzled closer and Ollie yawned. "Sleep, my Loves. I'll be here when you wake. I'm going to see if Draco has settled in and how everyone is taking his arrival. We are a family, but that doesn't mean that peace and harmony are guaranteed." he grabbed his discarded clothes and slid into them as the Dryad closed his eyes

. In the halls, Harry listened carefully to the sounds of the house. He detected Kreacher grumbling in the kitchen and two voices in the parlor, but other than that the place was silent. He descended the stairs and stopped as he heard soft sounds coming from the largest room on the second floor and he smiled. He continued down and ended up in the parlor where Blaise and Susan sat finishing a scone and a cup of tea. Blaise grinned at him.

"Knew you'd fall for his charms." he joked, "Have a scone, it's one of the perks of your Malfoy connections. Are the Gryffindors satisfied?"

"Blaise, you're so crude sometimes." Susan scoffed at him, but her smile was wicked.

"Yes, Seamus and Oliver are fine, I am as well thank you. I assume Draco found his room, and picked the one I wanted to give him, as well. Oh, and he has no charms, Blaise. It's his snarkiness and bad moods that I fell for. That and his ability to bend with circumstances. He's taken charge, hasn't he?"

"Yep, and he's welcome to it. I'm not as strong as you thought I'd be. You should have taken him first, Harry."

"I don't think it works that way, really. I think the order of you all is irrelevant to that. He's the strongest, that's for sure, but it wasn't time yet. He told you, I suppose." Harry conjectured.

"Congratulations, Daddy." Blaise said and Susan smirked again.

"He told us. Why him?" She asked.

"Not sure, but imagine the babies. All blonde and pure-blood hateful. They'll be little prats, for sure. The world needs more of them, don't you agree?" Harry teased.

"Of course, it does." Susan scoffed.

"Made school more interesting, I'd say." Blaise offered.

"What did?" Fred asked from the door.

"Are those scones? How'd ya get Kreacher ta make scones?" George added.

"Those are compliments of our new housemate's elf, Mizzy. We are living high on the Malfoy now." Blaise announced.

"Harry?" George asked.

"Finally gave in, eh?" Fred continued for his brother.

Harry only smiled and drank his tea. He was calm and hoped that his life would be a little easier now, other than the niggling thoughts that he should be working on something for the future, especially with a child, no - children, on the way.

AN2:I'm not sure if it's this laptop I'm working on, or something about the site, but my updates get messed up and take a bit to fix, so I'll apologize now for anyone who gets here before I can adjust stuff. Be patient, okay?
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