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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169507 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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A/N: Several scenes created to show several different scenes in the family’s lives all depicting Harry as the amazing, if sometimes awkward, Mother that he is through the eyes of his mates. Requested by Lucia and granted, I hope you enjoy it lovelie.

Observation

Watching Harry was a favourite past time. Max didn’t know why, he didn’t know if it was a by-product of his Dracken genes, if it was something he would have still done even if he had been human or even if it was just Harry always drawing his attention to whatever he was doing, but he always found himself watching Harry whenever he had a spare few minutes, or even a spare half hour, anything longer than that was usually a luxury that they spent together what with having nine children to look after any spare time to themselves was relished.

But as Max looked up at the person of his thoughts, he found Harry doing his most favourite thing to watch him do. Being the most amazing, perfect Mother in the world. At least in his opinion.

Harry was sitting on the floor, numerous toys scattered around him and three little toddlers all vying for Mummy’s sole attention.

Calix, Regan and Tegan were all twenty-five months old, along with their two other brothers, Farren and Leolin, though as a Faerie baby, Leolin didn’t really count as he was more like a eleven month old than the twenty-five month old he should have been. Braiden had celebrated his twenty-ninth month and their identical twins were thirteen months old and Max had affectionately nicknamed them Accident and Emergency after Harry had proudly declared their names began with an A and an E. It was too funny to pass up. Harry didn’t think so. The latest addition to their family was newborn Taren, who was two weeks old but Max could happily keep that one from his mind, Draco was on baby monitoring duty today.

Max instead happily watched a small part of his family from the opposite end of the room, he should have been doing his paperwork, but it lay all but forgotten as he watched the grin light up Harry’s face as Tegan bent over to pick up a wooden block before thrusting it at Harry, her face split open with her own gorgeous grin.

Harry took the block from her with a soft ‘Thank you Tegan love’ before his attention was taken by Calix falling over his thigh and into his lap.

Harry threw his head back and laughed happily, the sound brought an answering smile to Max’s face as he watched Harry pick Calix up and set him back on his feet, kissing a flushed red cheek first.

“Mummy!” Tegan interrupted sharply, demandingly as she tugged on Harry’s hair.

Harry quickly and effectively released his hair from Tegan’s tight grip, turning his attention to their oldest daughter.

“What’s the matter Tegan?” He asked softly.

“Two block.” Tegan said as she held out two wooden blocks, Max grinned in pride, which was echoed by Harry.

“Yes sweetheart, two blocks. Why don’t you help Regan with his tower?”

Max marvelled at how easily Harry dealt with the children as Tegan immediately turned to look for her ‘twin’ brother and went over to help him, leaving Harry to have a bit of time with Calix.

Max watched with a soft, probably dopey, smile as Harry nuzzled and tickled Calix, making his second blood son shriek with laughter and giggles. Calix was such an easy going little boy, so much like himself, that he couldn’t stop himself from making him laugh at any opportunity.

He watched as Harry held Calix around the stomach, helping him play and pick things up, talking to him, helping him learn his numbers and colours and shapes by getting him to repeat them after him. He felt a twitch in his jeans and he groaned. Why did the thought of Harry being such a brilliant Mother always turn him on? He didn’t think it was a sexual fetish, but it was definitely something that made him react when he saw Harry going all maternal on the children.

“Are you alright Maxie?” Harry called from across the room, looking at him, his face all crumpled softly in concern, his gorgeous eyes alight with love for everyone in the family, but also slight worry for him, and him alone.

He groaned again, louder and Harry put Calix aside gently and came to him, laying a soft, smooth hand on his forehead with a frown.

“You don’t have a temperature.”

“I’m fine.” Max insisted, before he pulled Harry onto his lap so he could feel exactly what was wrong with him without him having to say it out loud and have selective little ears listening in and repeating it to Daddy Nasta at an inconvenient time.

“Oh!” Harry breathed out softly, before he chuckled deeply. “You’re being a naughty boy Maximilius; shall I put you on the naughty step to cool down?”

Max groaned gutturally at that. Maybe he had a strange Harry as a Mother fetish, either way he clamped his arms around Harry and kissed him passionately, to the three delighted screeches of the toddlers watching them curiously.

They broke apart and looked at the three toddlers, who were practically dancing in happiness at watching their Mummy and Daddy Max kissing. It made Harry laugh as he slipped from his lap and went to the three on the floor, stopping halfway to look over his shoulder.

“I suppose I’ll take care of you later tonight, when the little ones are in bed. Only if you’re a good boy and finish your paperwork though.”

Max dropped his head to the table at that and huffed in frustration as his interested cock throbbed in his jeans. He seriously had a Harry fetish.

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Blaise hated punishing any of the children. He hated the look in their eyes as he told them off or told them they couldn’t have this or couldn’t do that. The betrayed, absolutely crushed look on their little sweet faces and with thirteen of them, rules, routines, boundaries and punishments were something that was a must.

At five, Braiden was their oldest and he was such an amazing child. Blaise marvelled at him every single day. His maturity, his love for all of them, his patience and kindness for his younger siblings, his budding intelligence and his love for all animals and adventure.

Blaise wouldn’t like to say that he favoured Braiden any more than the other children, but their oldest was the least likely to throw a tantrum, thus least likely to need a punishment dished out and Blaise hated punishing the children so much, he hated seeing their soft faces crumped in upset, their eyes red from crying and screaming themselves sick.

That was why when he turned and saw Braiden go to hit Calix, he hesitated, for just a moment, which resulted it Braiden’s hand connecting with Calix’s head and Calix blinking in shock, before letting himself fall onto the floor and he started crying hysterically. Blaise panicked, Braiden never hit his brothers or sisters, he never wanted to hurt them, why had he turned and hit Calix?

Harry was there then, his saviour, as he hunched down in front of Calix and Braiden and asked sternly what had happened, holding Braiden’s upper arm and Calix’s, stopping the crying boy from trying to hug him until he got the full story from the both of them.

Blaise stood back, watching Harry deal with the situation and meticulously get the full story from the upset boys. Apparently Calix had snatched one of Braiden’s favourite toys, a stuffed lion he had named Leonie and Braiden had heard a ripping sound and thought his favourite toy had broken, so in a rare fit of rage, he had lashed out and hit his brother.

“You know it’s not right to hit others Braiden.” Harry said sternly, giving his son the eye contact that Blaise never could when attempting to punish the kids. “You apologise to Calix and tell him that you love him, then you’ll go and sit on the naughty step for five minutes.”

Braiden was crying openly, his face the picture of abject misery and Blaise would have caved in immediately and hugged him, kissed him and told him that everything was alright. But not Harry, who oversaw Braiden saying that he was sorry to Calix and that he loved him.

“Now Calix, you know it’s not right to snatch things that aren’t yours without asking permission, what do you say to Braiden?” Harry said to the younger of the two boys.

“I’m sorry Bay.” Calix told the floor between sniffles.

Of course that almost broke Blaise’s heart, but it wasn’t nearly good enough for Harry.

“Tell Braiden what you’re sorry for Calix.” He refused to relent.

“I’m sorry for taking Leenie without asking Bay.” Calix huffed, tears still falling.

“Right, now hug and make up.”

The two brothers embraced and held one another tightly.

“Now, Braiden, you have five minutes on the naughty step for hitting your brother, it’s not right to hit others no matter what reason you think you have or even if they hit you first, you come and find me or one of your Daddies. Calix, you get four minutes in the corner for snatching things that aren’t yours from your brother. Go, both of you, I’ll come and get you when your punishment is over.”

Braiden shuffled to the bottom step of the main staircase and Calix went to the free corner in the kitchen, standing facing the corner with his head against the wall, still crying, his tiny delicate frame shaking, his shoulders quivering as he sobbed into the wall.

Harry stood up with a sigh and went to make a cup of tea as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, as if two of their children hadn’t just been punished and were both crying in upset, one on the stairs, the other in the corner of the room they were still in.

Blaise itched to go and get them both and smother them in hugs and kisses to get them to stop crying, to get them to stop with the crushed faces and to make them feel better in any way he could.

“Leave them.” Harry said sternly as he fixed his tea how he liked it and turned, resting his cocked hip against the counter and taking a sip of his tea, not even looking at a sniffling Calix, who was shuffling his little feet and crying into the wall.

“How can you just leave them like that?” Blaise asked softly, more than upset at what he had seen and at the thought of leaving his sons to cry in misery.

“They need to learn Blaise. They need to know that this behaviour isn’t allowed and that they cannot act like this. I want my children to be polite, well behaved members of society when they’re adults Blaise, so any bad behaviour has to be corrected immediately, so that they learn not to do it in the future. It’s the only way and I would like your support. I know you don’t like punishing them, none of us do, but you need to learn and quickly. If I hadn’t been here you would have let Braiden get away with hitting Calix and Calix get away with snatching things without permission. That’s unacceptable Blaise! All of us have explained this to you, you need to get over whatever issue you have with punishing them, or I won’t be able to leave you on your own with any of them.”

Harry stood there all relaxed as he drank his tea, watching the kitchen clock, timing the punishments. Draco walked in carrying Xabe on his hip, the ten month old gumming happily on a pink and purple octopus that was singing chirpy ocean songs about fish.

Calix went to turn around at the noise, but a stern ‘ah’ from Harry had his head flying back to the wall, shuffling his feet restlessly as he itched to go and play.

“What did they do?” Draco asked as he readjusted Xabe on his hip, automatically catching the toy as it dropped from awkward little hands and pressed it back into Xabie’s wet mouth and clenching fingers. “I passed Braiden on the stairs, he’s thinking very hard.”

“Good.” Harry nodded. “Calix snatched Leonie from Braiden, so he lost his temper and hit him as he though he heard Leonie ripping.”

“Braiden actually hit Calix?” Draco asked shocked.

Harry nodded. “I’m as surprised as you, but he loves Leonie, it’s one of his favourite toys. Granddad Aneirin brought it back just for him all the way from Africa, he loves it.”

“Someone should tell him that Leonie is a boy lion.”

Harry snorted. “Let him name his toys what he wants to love, when he’s older and has his own children and he tries to name a daughter Paul or a son Cheryl, then we can intervene, if his mate doesn’t get there first of course.”

“How can you be so calm when Calix is right there?” Blaise asked, very upset.

“You still can’t deal with punishment? Blaise it has to be done.” Draco said agitatedly as he shifted a wriggly Xabe again.

“It seems so dispassionate, so cruel.”

“I will not have spoilt brats for children.” Harry insisted. “I mean it Blaise, if you can’t learn to suck it up and grow a backbone; I will not leave you alone with them. I will not have you undoing all of our hard work in this by going soft. You grow a pair and deal with their behaviour accordingly, or you’ll always have one of us with you to deal with any bad behaviour that might crop up.”

With that Harry put his mug down and went to the corner, speaking softly to Calix, who warbled back, his tears coming back in force before Harry hugged him and kissed him gently on his puckered mouth, before brushing his tears away and sending him off to Max and Nasta and the other children in the living room before he went to get Braiden.

He came back into the kitchen only a few minutes later, Braiden snuggled into him, his little body shaking with tears.

“They still love me Blaise, even if they are upset at the moment, it’ll all be forgotten in an hour and they’ll go back to normal, everything forgiven and forgotten. They won’t hate any of us for doing this. It needs to be done and the next time, you will deal with it, I won’t have you ignoring bad behaviour because you’re uncomfortable in dealing with punishment.”

Blaise was not happy, but he nodded anyway, accepting Xabe of off Draco when the tiny ten month old reached out for him, annoying singing octopus still in hand. Not a moment later the shrill cry of a one month old came from the living room and Harry was off again to deal with whatever problem had cropped up this time. Christmas couldn’t come soon enough, nor the quintuplets fifth birthday, that was going to be a disaster just waiting to happen, he just knew it.

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Nasta was lounging. There was no other way to describe his casual, relaxed demeanour as he sighed lightly and reclined back on the settee further.

He had finished the latest batch of paperwork early, which meant unlimited time to do as he pleased while the younger three mates were in lessons and Max was taking a nap with the kids.

It being a Thursday, Harry would be back an hour before the other two, who had Potions where Harry had a free period.

Everything was quiet and Nasta savoured it for the few minutes before Harry would be back, Max would be awake and the kids would all want feeding. It was peaceful and it re-centred him, letting him have just enough of the peace he wanted, without it becoming too much.

A baby crying shattered that peace and with a soft groan, Nasta peeled himself from the settee and went to go and retrieve the baby, only to find that Max had beaten him to it, which meant he had already been awake and on his way into the living room before little Farren had started crying.

Max carried him into the kitchen to set up a bottle while Nasta checked on the others before joining him.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

Max nodded. “I needed that.” He replied as he shook the bottle to mix it and cooled it with his wand.

“You looked like you did, but then you were up several times in the night.”

“Four times, don’t say several, it makes me feel tired again.” Max said with a grin as he pulled him into a passionate kiss before the crying got louder and more distressed. “Alright Farren, food is on its way, stop it.”

“Don’t tell him off for crying for food!” Harry said from the doorway, slinging his bag away and toeing off his shoes before he took Farren carefully from Max, snatched the bottle and stormed away.

“I love it when he goes all maternal and protective.” Max groaned, looking happy.

Nasta snorted. “We all know that. I love it too.”

Nasta went into the living room to see Harry cradling Farren lovingly as he suckled as quickly as the flow of the bottle would let him. The look on Harry’s face, the absolute love and care that showed naked on his face, one look at him and Nasta knew that Harry would die for each and every child, horribly and painfully if he had to, but if he could save them from anything, pain, hurt, upset, sickness, Harry would willing exchange himself in their place without even a thought.

It made his heart hurt, made his Dracken rage inside of him, but it was how it should be. A Mother’s sacrifice. He loved and hated knowing that Harry would give up his own life to keep their children safe, he loved it because he didn’t want any harm to ever come to his children, but he hated the thought of Harry dying, but he knew, if Harry had to make that ultimate sacrifice for the children, he would already be dead and unable to help, because that is the only way anyone hostile would ever get close to Harry and the babies. If he, and the others if necessary, would already be dead.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Harry told him as he sat on the settee and patted Farren’s back firmly to bring up his wind. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Nasta answered quietly and distractedly.

“Still thinking too hard.” Harry huffed before his attention was taken by the baby boy in his arms, who grabbed his own toes with a wet gurgle and rocked even as Harry’s arm held him around the waist.

Harry laughed at Farren and cuddled him tighter, kissing his cheeks and bouncing his knee. Nasta watched him indulgently, he had nothing else to do but watch Harry with their second oldest child as Max fed Leolin in the background.

“You’re staring, it’s creepy.”

“It’s not creepy to watch my lover and my child!” Nasta insisted.

Harry grinned to show he was teasing and Nasta’s hackles lowered and he smiled back, shaking his head.

Harry went back to Farren, babbling noises to him just to hear him gurgle and giggle. It warmed Nasta’s heart to see Harry like this. Not hurting, not sad or upset, not thinking about his terrible childhood or the horrors of anything, just him and the children. He really did love it.

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Draco was distracted. He readily admitted it as he pushed away his work, telling himself he’d take just a small ten minute break as he watched the object of his distraction.

He couldn’t stop the smile as Leolin squealed in joy as Harry dipped him backwards, they were playing a game that Harry had invented to get Leolin interacting with him and to try and stimulate speech.

“Fishy in the water, fishy in the sea, who do you like best, fishy or me?” Harry sung as he bounced Leolin on his lap, the little five year old giggling madly.

“Fishy.” Leolin lisped sweetly, looking at Harry through his lashes with an evil little grin.

Harry gasped in exaggerated shock before surging forward and dipping Leolin upside down in his lap so his overlong black hair was on end as Harry tickled him mercilessly and wiggled him gently as he kicked and thrashed and laughed infectiously.

“No! Mummy! Mummy! No fishy!” Leolin shouted and Harry laughed as he hefted Leolin back up and into a hug, attacking him with kisses instead.

Leolin laughed as he clung to Harry, resting his still tiny hands on Harry’s cheeks as they both laughed together. Draco adored it and he happily watched them as they played and bonded. Leolin only knew a few words, but his vocabulary was growing steadily as Harry thought up new games to teach him new words in a way that Leolin was receptive to. The Faerie courts were in uproar that a dragon could raise a better Faerie baby than they themselves could, Aneirin was incredibly smug about it too, of course.

Harry cuddled Leolin close and Draco watched the look on his face. The absolute love and devotion to his child and it choked something inside him. Harry loved every single child they had as the individuals they were. He loved every single one of them for exactly who they were and nothing would detract from that, it was a single minded obsession and Draco adored it about him.

As Harry held and cuddled with Leolin, the little boy yawned and his eyes drooped and Draco automatically checked the time. It was well past time for Leolin's afternoon nap, he was surprised the tiny five year old had made it this far as exuberant as he had been without slowing down or complaining that he was sleepy.

As Harry slowed them down and rocked Leolin gently, humming lightly which brought a smile to his face as he watched them, even as Leolin went quiet and still as he dropped off to sleep in Harry’s arms.

They had thirteen children and probably another one, or five, on the way, though he did hope it wasn’t a number over three, he couldn’t deal with another set of quintuplets, or even quadruplets for that matter, but one thing was for sure, he couldn’t wait to have another biological child, he loved having a little baby around that looked just like a mix of him and Harry, with a small bit of his Mother’s softness too. His baby was perfect, not that he loved his biological child any more than any of the others or thought them any less perfect, he didn’t, not by a long shot, he loved having a moment with Regan just as much as his biological little baby, as much as he loved getting a cuddle or a scraped knee to deal with from any of his children, non-biological they might be, but they were no less his children than Harry’s, no less important and he loved every single one of them and nothing warmed his heart more than a soft ‘I love you Daddy Draco’ from any of them, no matter the reason, but he couldn’t deny that he loved knowing that out of the thirteen children they had, one of them was of his blood and seed. It was a joyous feeling to know that he was carrying on the Malfoy genes and would carry on doing so until he and Harry were both a hundred and fifty, give or take a few years.

He looked back to Harry now, with his most vulnerable, delicate son, who was fast asleep resting chest to chest with Harry, who was reclining back on the comfortable settee, napping himself. Draco smiled. He loved seeing Harry sleeping with one of their children, it made something in his belly clench to make more babies for Harry to fall asleep with, he was sure it was a Dracken instinct, but he didn’t mind it in the slightest, he’d happily give Harry more children and he’d be more than happy to join in on any baby making, no matter if the next clutch weren’t of his blood and seed, they would still be his and he loved that thought more than anything else.

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Nasta shook his head as he watched Harry rolling around the back garden with several babies copying him. He chuckled at their behaviour as he sipped on an iced, still lemonade from the decking on the back of the house.

Draco and Blaise were also on the decking with their own still lemonade, Max, unfortunately, had to go into work on short notice, some sort of epidemic in Ireland required his expertise in Potion medication and he had to go into work on such a beautiful day, when he should have been here with them, drinking iced lemonade, watching Harry wrestling with their children and probably, more than likely, joining in.

He set up the tree village monitor, the giant screen was on the end of the decking where he could see it, but it wasn’t right in front of him. The entire tree village had about a hundred or more cameras throughout it linked to wards and charms to keep the children safe and to give them a taste of independence, even if it was false independence as he was still supervising them on the screen, even if it was from a distance.

He smiled as he saw Braiden, Farren and Regan charging over a rickety bridge from one tree house to the next. They each had a stick in hand, which could have been wands or swords, he’d ask them later either over dinner as they talked about their day or as he tucked them in to bed.

The tree village was perhaps his greatest gift to his children. A giant, looping wooden structure, each tree house linked to the others which made up the village with a bridge or a slide or a ladder or a tunnel, all made out of wood or reinforced plastic, with rope and chain thrown in, metal fireman’s poles and netting also appeared throughout. The inside structures were all different too, some had adventure playgrounds with padded obstacles and ball pits, one was set up like a jungle for Braiden, another like a dinosaur adventure, others were play houses, with little kitchens, table and chairs and the biggest house, the one of only three that was in their actual back garden and not in the wood beside it, had a padded floor with sleeping spaces all around it, just in case the kids wanted to go camping in the garden.

It had taken him a year and a half to build, with magic and with occasional help from Max, for Braiden’s fourth birthday present and for the other children too, to promote outside play and a healthy, active childhood. He had charmed it heavily so none of the kids could see it while he was building it and then on Braiden’s fourth birthday, he had revealed it to absolute amazement of all his children, he still remembered Braiden’s face, he had it etched forever in his mind, but if he ever did forget, Harry had captured the moment in a series of photos that had pride of place in their photo albums and in a frame on their bedroom wall.

A loud scream had him breaking from his thoughts and memories and standing automatically, ready to defend his family, but he eased back down with a sigh as he saw Harry and his children were fine, but Harry was being bombarded by children and he was screaming in laughter as he was being climbed all over, Taren, the little trouble maker, had climbed right up onto Harry’s shoulders.

“A and E are really going for it, aren’t they?” Blaise chuckled as he watched the identical twins wrestling each other, hair in disarray, dungarees being pulled and tugged as they rolled together giggling.

Nasta snorted. “Harry won’t be happy to hear you calling them that again.” Was all he said as he watched Harry pull Taren down over his shoulder and tickled the little terror, his face alight with laughter as his nimble fingers dug into as much child flesh as he could reach, setting off Lai and Xabe too as Harry caught all three of them in a tickle war, his emerald eyes glinting in the sun.

Nasta licked his lips subtly. Harry truly was a beauty to behold with the sunlight haloing him in a bright glow, glinting off his eyes, teeth and smile as he let one of the twins tackle him and he started rolling again, the little twin held in his arms securely as he rolled over the soft, warm grass. The other children following with war cries and they caught up to and clambered all over poor Mummy.

Draco chuckled from beside him and Nasta spared him a smile before turning back to watch Harry wrestling, gently, with their children. A shrill cry over the baby monitor had him sighing and getting up to go and tend to their royal majesties inside. It seemed every new baby born turned into an even bigger diva and royal squalling babe than the previous and Nasta had thought no baby could be more demanding than Xabe. He had been wrong.

He sent one last look at Harry, his own hair stuck up in odd tufts, slicked straight up with sweat as he laughed and wiggled Xabe in his arms, even as little, sweet Lai, grabbed a hold on Harry’s bicep and hung off of it. He laughed himself as he watched them and then turned back to go and get the screaming baby, which had probably woken the other one up by now as well.

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Max sat on the settee and watched Harry shamelessly. Harry who was heavily pregnant with twin girls. They had so many children already, having more was insane, but as Drackens it couldn’t be helped.

Harry was rubbing his belly softly and speaking gently, barely above a whisper, to their two little girls and Max was taking his fill while he could as Harry could rush off to his nest at any moment now. He was sure Harry’s nest was already built, had probably been finished for a week or so now and it was now up to Harry’s Dracken side when he went into the nest to birth.

He and Nasta had woken up several times over the past few months to find Harry missing and sometimes they even heard him sneaking back into bed in the early hours. They knew by now to just ignore it, they needed Harry to feel secure in his new nest, he was too close to giving birth now to dismantle his previous nest and to scout out a new site and build a new nest. It would be a disaster waiting to happen.

So Max sat and he watched Harry, he was close enough to see Harry’s mouth moving, but too far away to hear exactly what he was saying. He heard the general murmur of Harry’s voice, he got odd words like love, big, sweeties, girls and baby, but they were odd words out of context, floating over to him when Harry spoke too loudly or there was a din in the background noise caused by Nasta and Blaise entertaining their many kids in the next room. Not an easy feat, especially as it sounded like world war three was going on and everyone was dying painfully.

A particularly loud screech disturbed Harry and had him looking over worriedly.

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Max assured him gently. “Nasta and Blaise know what they’re doing love, just relax. You’re not allowed to be stressed this close to your due date.”

Harry frowned for a moment, but he nodded when the noise quietened down and he went back to his pregnant stomach and Max went back to watching him with his pregnant stomach.

He loved it and after another ten minutes of just watching, he couldn’t help but intrude on Harry, before he had to leave to go and make dinner for the entire lot of them. He slipped down behind Harry and framed his rounded body with his legs, pulling him into his arms to cradle him against his body.

“I love you.” He said sincerely, nuzzling around the back of Harry’s head and neck, his hands playing with his pregnant belly, feeling a soft kick to his palm, which made him grin.

Harry huffed softly. “I know that. I love you too, but I was having a moment with my girls.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was this special, Mummy daughter time? Having a bit of a girls only chat were you? Should I go and get Tegan too? She’s old enough now; she can join in on everything lady like.”

Harry actually hit him and Max couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

“I’m sorry love, I couldn’t help but come over and tease you, I have to go into the cold kitchen all on my own and make dinner for you lovely lot. I wanted a cuddle first.”

“Is it dinner time already?” Harry asked in surprise.

Max nodded. “It will be in an hour or so. I’m surprised you aren’t hungry.”

Harry whacked him again.

“Ow! I don’t think you should be allowed to be pregnant with girls any more, you turn violent.”

Harry snorted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that wasn’t violent. Me jamming your neck into a buzz saw is violent.”

“No I’m pretty sure that would be classed as psychotic, murderous and probably as overkill.” Max said thoughtfully.

Harry grinned before turning and snuggling into him.

“I wouldn’t kill you, not unless you got me pregnant with eight babies all by yourself. Actually, strike that, if you got me pregnant with any number of babies over four I’d kill you, and any other mate who fathered a baby on me too.”

Max smiled at Harry’s dramatic declaration and cuddled him in closer.

“Duly noted love, but wait until after they’re born okay? I don’t want to be killed if none of those babies turn out to be mine.”

Harry chuckled softly. “Done deal.”

Max groaned. “Well, I suppose I had better go and get on with dinner before the army descends upon my kitchen.”

“We don’t have an army.” Harry denied.

“Well, we have a small one.” Max pouted.

Harry sighed, but nodded. “With these two I suppose we’ll have enough for a small army.” Harry said as he jiggled his large belly holding the two little girls. “I just hope I can go for more than a few months without getting pregnant again, it’s going to be hell to try and get this weight off yet again.”

“You still look gorgeous!” Max called as he left the living room for the kitchen, leaving a softly smiling Harry behind, who shook his head and let out a laugh, before going back to his ‘girl’ time with his belly.

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Draco couldn’t help but watch Harry with a smile on his mouth, even as he held baby Braiden on his lap. Harry was lying on his stomach, on the floor with Farren and Regan between his arms.

Harry was blowing raspberries on their bare bellies to their exuberant giggling and screeching and wiggling about.

He tensed as Farren’s foot caught Harry’s face, but Harry just pushed it back down and away from his face, rubbing his chin a bit before going back to the game. He inhaled deeply, but he could smell no blood, he’d need to be closer to sniff for any damage, perhaps even bring his tongue out to taste if there was any damage done under the skin, but he calmed himself, Harry seemed fine and he was laughing and playing again, any damage couldn’t be that bad and could wait. He was a Malfoy, he could control himself, even his Dracken self, if he had to. He was getting better at control. He was working incredibly hard on using his steel Malfoy control on his Dracken and it was working.

It didn’t always work of course, it was mostly trial and error too, but his progress kept him sat on the settee with Braiden gurgling and blowing spit bubbles even after seeing Harry get kicked in the face. Farren was very strong after all, he wasn’t worried about broken bones or chipped teeth, but Farren could be powerful when he chose to be and one wrong kick could have left a bruise or a cut, split a lip or even just hurt.

“I’m fine.” Harry said and Draco looked up to see emerald eyes pinned to him.

“I didn’t say anything.” Draco defended.

“You didn’t have to, but I am fine.”

“I stayed in my seat.”

“I’m thankful for that.” Harry grinned. “You are getting better, I have noticed, just keep it up and you can get a present.”

Draco perked up at that and Harry laughed, but they were both soon distracted, Draco by Braiden sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry of his own, which was simply adorable, not that he’d say so out loud, at least not while there were others in hearing distance at least, and Harry by Farran going to kick him again. Thankfully he managed to catch the little foot this time and he nibbled on it to raucous screaming and giggling.

Draco watched Harry as he bounced Braiden on his leg, Harry was an amazing Mother and he was proud to say that he had six children with him. Regan let out a happy gurgle as Harry turned his attention to him and Draco watched with a smile as Harry tickled, nibbled and made funny faces and silly noises to get the two boys to laugh in their infectious way.

He couldn’t imagine his life without Harry now, or his children. He did want his own blood children one day, but hopefully it wasn’t any time soon. He wouldn’t wish another pregnancy on Harry so soon, not after he was still recovering from quintuplets, and they all had more than enough to do with the six they already had and he was very content to wait however long it took to get a blood child to carry on the Malfoy name.

He couldn’t wait until the summer came and he could dump the six babies he already had on his Mother and Father for an entire afternoon, he was sure after that his Father would be less vocal about the need for a child of his own blood to carry on the Malfoy line. He was sure his Father would see that he had more than enough to do with six babies already without adding any more for a while thank you very much.

A shriek from Regan had Draco looking back to Harry and the two boys. Harry was laughing happily as he rolled and rocked the two of them and tickled them mercilessly; Draco smiled and hugged Braiden tightly. He loved Harry so much and he made such a brilliant, loving Mother, that even though they had so many children, he didn’t regret a single one of them. Seeing the love Harry held for them as he threw his head back in laughter and joy, it helped Draco feel better about the turns his life had taken. Before he had become a Dracken, he had never envisioned his life this way, but now, he couldn’t see it any other way.

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Blaise swallowed as Harry glared at him from where he was sat changing a nappy on one of the foam mats.

Taren and Lai were fighting just inches from him and the look on Harry’s face was clear. Deal with it.

“Kids, stop that.” He said, not nearly as loud, or authoritative, enough as the two little ones just stopped and looked at him for a moment, before going back to their fight.

“Blaise, sort it now.” Harry said with a glare. “This had better be dealt with before I’m finished with this little one or you’re going to be in so much trouble, you won’t even be sleeping on a settee, you’ll be in the kids’ tree house.”

Blaise swallowed at the deadly seriousness in Harry’s voice and in his eyes and he got on his knees beside a pushing and shoving pair of little ones and copied what Harry had done and pulled them apart and held their little arms in his large hands.

“I told you two to stop it; this is not any way for you to behave.” He said as sternly as he could and still it sounded a little weak, but both Taren and Lai turned puppy eyes to him and having those two pairs of contrasting eyes peering at him as if he’d turned into an ogre and eaten their favourite toy in front of them made him search for Harry.

Harry gave him a nod as he picked up a near newborn baby and cuddled the lively little child and Blaise swallowed before looking back to Taren and Lai, he knew the rules, he knew how to do this, he just hated doing it.

“You two know it’s not nice to hit one another, you know it’s wrong to hit anyone and you know we don’t like you fighting at all with anyone.” Blaise told them.

“But Dada, Tar took my bwankie!” Lai sniffled pathetically, looking at him through huge, watery eyes and Blaise felt his heart clench in sympathy and his arms trembled with the need to hold his child close.

“Stay firm Blaise.” Harry’s voice cut into his thoughts.

Blaise looked over to him and took comfort and strength from him. He was sat with the two new babies, one in each arm, obviously not going to get up to deal with this, trusting him to do it himself. He swallowed at the pressure, but he knew what he had to do. He turned to Taren.

“Is this true Taren?”

Taren looked down and scuffed a socked toe on the carpet. “Lay-lay wasn’t listening to me Daddy.”

“So you thought snatching Lai’s blanket would help?” Blaise asked.

Taren nodded, eyes just as tear filled as Lai’s and Blaise felt his heart breaking further after every moment he didn’t pull them into a hug.

“You know snatching things is never right. If you want to get someone’s attention, and they won’t answer you calling their name, you tap them on the shoulder. You do not hit, you do not snatch, you do not yell, bite, kick or throw things, do you understand?”

Taren nodded.

“Now Lai, you know not to fight sweetheart.”

Lai nodded and snuggled the snatched blanket that had caused the fight.

“Apologise to one another.”

The two hugged like only awkward standing toddlers could and said soft, sweet sorries to one another before they broke apart and Lai went to turn and go back to the toys the two had been playing with before the fight and Blaise swallowed as he held the tiny arm tighter to stop Lai from wandering off.

“No Lai, you know you have to have a time out.”

“Dada Blay, no punish!” Lai begged, stamping a tiny foot and pulling on his arm, which still held onto Lai’s upper arm, not letting go, no matter how much he wanted to just let his tiny babies go and play without the time out, they had apologised and they understood what they had done was wrong, why wasn’t that enough? Why did they need a time out as well?

“Lai! Stop it and stay still!” Blaise said as firmly as he could manage, helped along by seeing the brewing tantrum about to happen.

Lai instead went into a full blown tantrum and started screaming and tugging on him to try and get loose.

“Taren, go and sit on the naughty step and I’ll come and get you when your time out is over.”

Blaise let Taren’s little arm go and watched as the little two year old went out into the hall and Blaise hoped that Taren sat on the bottom step and didn’t wander away from his pathetic attempt at punishing them.

Harry obviously thought the same thing as he got up, carrying the two newborns, and peeked out into the hall. He gave a nod to him and then gave him a look that clearly said to finish it and Blaise looked at a screaming Lai and swallowed. He hated punishing the younger children even more than he did the older children.

“Lai!” He said loudly while making sure he didn’t shout, using both hands now to hold both of Lai’s upper arms.

When the little toddler stopped and looked at him, face red, tears streaming, Blaise almost lost it, but he held himself firm. When he took too long to say anything and Lai went to scream again, Blaise gave a soft exclamation that stopped the sullen toddler short.

“Lai, you know what you did was wrong, screaming and crying about it isn’t going to stop you from being punished.” Blaise said.

“No punish Dada! No!”

“Yes, now go into the corner and think about why you’ve be put there until I come and get you.”

“No!”

Blaise sighed and picked Lai up and physically put Lai in the corner as he had seen Nasta and Draco do on occasion when a child had refused to go to the designated time out zone on their own. He knew also that if Lai refused to stay there he had to physically put the little two year old back into the corner as many times as it took for Lai to do a full two minutes in the corner, which could sometimes be a very long time.

“You stay there until I come and get you, do you understand me?”

Lai looked up at him with such a heart broken face Blaise actually swallowed. He stood with his arms folded and looked at the two year old with a raised eyebrow.

Lai screwed up gorgeous eyes and flumped to the floor on a nappy covered bottom and cried. Blaise’s stance softened and he didn’t know what to do, he went to crouch down.

“Don’t, just leave it Blaise.” Harry encouraged. “Taren’s been on the step for almost three minutes, that’s too long already.”

Blaise swallowed and left Lai to go and get Taren from the step. He explained why Taren was on the step, got the two year old to understand him and he was surprised when he was hugged and got a kiss and an ‘I love you Daddy’ from his little one, he had just punished Taren, the two year old should hate him, but here he was instead, Taren clutched in his arms, the little child was clinging to him like a limpet, arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

He went back into the living room and he kissed Taren and set his ninth child down on the floor and Taren gave his legs one last hug before everything was over and forgotten and the trouble making two year old dived into the mess of toys already scattered on the floor.

Blaise went and got Lai, who was sobbing on the carpet, making whining, crying noises that made Blaise feel like a monster.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Blaise asked.

Lai nodded miserably.

“Tell me why.”

“Fi…fi…fighting with…with Tarwen.” Lai sobbed.

“Why were you punished for fighting with Taren?”

“Fighting is naughty.” Lai said rubbing little eyes.

“So you understand why I had to punish you?”

Lai nodded and stood up, wrapping Blaise in a hug.

“I come out now?”

“Yes sweetheart, you can come out now.”

“Love you Dada.”

“I love you too baby, no more fighting though, okay?”

“‘Kay.” Lai sniffled, giving Blaise a wet, slobbery kiss before toddling off to play with Taren, as right as rain, like nothing had ever happened.

Blaise felt drained as he went and sat on the settee next to Harry and slumped sideways to put a bit of his weight onto him, not too much though, Harry was still holding two sleeping newborns after all.

“I’m so proud of you. You did brilliantly.” Harry said with a smile. “I know you don’t like it. None of us do Blaise, but discipline is a crucial part of their structured childhoods and we as parents need to give them those boundaries and to punish them when they cross them.”

“I know, I don’t think I’ll ever like doing it though.”

“How about a bit of positive reinforcement later tonight?” Harry said with a naughty wink and an eyebrow wiggle.

Blaise smirked happily at that thought. “I think that might work.”

Harry laughed and went back to humming and snuggling the two babies in his arms and Blaise sat at the opposite end of the settee watching him. He felt like he had overcome a barrier today and it was all thanks to Harry, who was such an amazing Mother that he would do anything for his children, even if that included occasionally punishing bad behaviour, and he was right, it was a crucial part of their structure and with so many of them, if they didn’t praise the good and punish the bad, then everything was going to descend into chaos before Braiden was seven years old.

They needed the order and the routine to survive with so many children and the kids needed structure to grow up well. This was the best way to achieve that and as he watched Harry Mother their two newest additions to their family, Blaise felt that maybe he would be able to punish the kids a little more easily from now on. He’d never like it or want to do it, but if it was necessary then it was necessary and it had to be done so he had to just grit his teeth and do it in the future, it might eventually come easier to him, but he would never, ever enjoy it.

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Myron hid a smirk behind his wine glass as he watched Harry chastising one of his many grandchildren for bad table manners. The lively lad in question had used a fist to grab a handful of pasta sauce and smeared half of it over his mouth and chin. It was no less than he expected of Max’s son, but watching Harry fluttering about him like a Mother hen, squawking at him, was very amusing.

“Farren! Eat your food with a fork!” Harry said without any real heat, speaking volumes of how often this battle had taken place over the years.

“No!” Farren declared as stubborn as only a five year old could be as he hunched over his plate and used his hand to eat his pasta and sauce.

“Farren, you should listen to Mummy!” Braiden chastised his younger brother with a scowl, sitting prim and proper and eating with meticulous manners, Myron approved immensely of Braiden’s manners and behaviour; it was just a shame that the Maddison genes ran so strong in Farren, and apparently Calix, who threw half a cherry tomato at Taren, who threw it right back.

“Oi!” Harry said exasperatedly. “Behave at the table! Calix, Taren, no throwing food!”

“You were right.” Richard leaned into him to whisper. “Coming to this family dinner was fun.”

Myron’s smirk widened and he let a small, deep chuckle slip.

“Harry does look more than a little…” Myron paused to find the right word, but Richard beat him too it.

“Harried?” Richard grinned.

Myron chuckled again, but nodded. “Yes, poor soul. Wait until they’re teenagers.”

“Ooo, I don’t envy them of that job, it was hard with our five. Imagine if we had had this lot?”

“What do you mean? You were right there amongst our teenagers misbehaving, you overgrown child.” Myron pointed out in a long suffering way.

Richard grinned. “It was hard work being each of their best friends.” He defended.

Myron huffed and went back to watching Harry juggle the baby on his hip, the toddlers crawling under the table and his older children going wild, except for Braiden, who was scowling at his brothers and sisters.

“Not that this isn’t hilarious to watch, but was there a reason we were invited to dinner?” Myron asked after Harry had managed to control his children enough to get them all sitting down at the same time. Max being no help at all as he laughed at the children’s antics and urged them on, only when Harry’s back was turned though, which wasn’t amusing Draco or Blaise in the least.

“Mummy’s having another baby!” Tegan burst out happily. “We get another baby, Granddad Myan.”

“Tegan.” Harry sighed before he slumped in defeat and waved his hand. “Well, there you have it, I’m pregnant again, a month gone.”

“You’ve only just had your last clutch.”

“Tell that to the new clutch that’s forming.” Harry grunted as he tried to clean up the table a bit, but gave it up as an impossible task and sat down instead with a defeated sigh.

“You must be wonder woman.” Richard laughed.

Harry glared daggers at him across the table.

“Did I come at a bad time?” Aneirin asked as he followed Nasta into the kitchen.

“No, it’s pretty much always like this.” Max answered with a grin. “We tried to keep your place clean, but…well, not a lot escaped the vicious battle that happened here this evening.”

Harry rolled his eyes and juggled two toddlers both clamouring for his attention. Aneirin marvelled at his ability to do so as he sat down at a relatively clean area. Harry was a brilliant Mother and he couldn’t have wished for a better submissive for his youngest son, he clapped Nasta on the shoulder and shared those thoughts between a look and Nasta grinned and his face softened as he looked back at Harry.

Aneirin could see the love there and knew that Nasta knew he had made the right choice with Harry too. Aneirin looked at the collection of squalling, noisy children sat, or mostly sat, around the table, all eating, chatting, talking and laughing. They were all happy, their socks were clean and their hair was brushed, even if some of them had pasta sauce rubbed in here or there. He smiled. His grandchildren were happy, his son was happy and his son’s mates were happy. What more could a Father and Grandfather want?

When he heard the news he had been brought over here for he smiled, even as little Lai bounced on his lap energetically and his one hand hovered over Leolin, who was sat on the table in front of him. Once upon a time he would have been worried, but he knew better now. Harry was an amazing person, an amazing organiser and planner, and most of all, he was an amazing Mother, anyone could see that about him and another child would be just as loved as their older brothers and sisters, Harry had a lot of love to give and a lot of time to dedicate to his children, who never went without as Harry had the amazing epiphany of playing group games and he made sure each child saw all their parents each day and always made time for them, even if he couldn’t spare it or if he was in the middle of doing the washing or cleaning. It was almost like he could read his children’s minds sometimes with the way he always seemed to know what they wanted or what they were thinking.

No, Aneirin wasn’t worried as he watched Harry temper down two tantrums before they could start, chastise three children without reducing them to sullen tears and helped feed several of the younger children who needed help, all in the space of half an hour. Harry was amazing and he was sure that Harry was the one holding the family together, he drew all his lovers and his children to him, like the sun to the solar system, Harry was the sun at the centre of all their lives, the dominants and the children, and only when Harry was no longer around, no matter how terrible and dark those thoughts might be, only if Harry wasn’t in this family any longer, only then would he worry, for in his mind, as long as Harry was a part of the family, everything was kept well in hand.

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A/N: I just love all of the children, they’re so amazing and each one is different and they’re all so diverse it’s been amazing to create them all and flesh them all out into their own budding personalities, I’ve truly loved it, so be prepared to see more little babies in future. I’ve got thirteen planned and fleshed out so far, all the ones you’ve seen are purposefully planned people, I’m going to have to plan a few more soon, just in case, but Harry’s next five pregnancies are planned and I know when he’ll conceive and when he’ll give birth, which should make the heat scenes easier, not the smut scenes though, I’m still having trouble with them, so the next few sex scenes might be glossed over I’m afraid.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter, as I had amazing fun writing it, let me know what you all think lovelies,

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