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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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Peace
Draco couldn’t believe that the tiny baby he was holding in his arms was his first biological baby. It had taken a while, but the wait had just made this moment all the more captivating and intoxicating.
Harry was resting and recovering downstairs on the settee, forbidden from getting up, not that he wanted to get up; this birth had taken a lot from him. Max and Blaise had more than enough on their plates with their older children and Nasta had been called to a serious emergency at his work place and he’d had to go, despite Harry giving birth just the day before. Apparently several dragons were sick from the bitter, icy coldness of the plunging temperature and the handlers were concerned, as one of their senior handlers, Nasta had been consulted and bombarded with fire calls over the last week and a half, he had refused to leave while Harry was nesting, but now the dragons had all taken a turn for the worst and Nasta could no longer put off the welfare of the dragons under his care.
Draco had slipped off upstairs with his first blood child and had gone to the solitude and peace of their bedroom. He could still hear the screeches and giggles from his older children downstairs, but it was just soft background noise as he made obsessively sure that the tiny little newborn in his arms was still wrapped up in the pale purple and white patchwork blanket that Molly Weasley had knitted. It was cold out and though their house was heated and warm, there was no such thing as being too careful.
He sat against the headboard of his bed, pillow propping him up to support his back, his legs stretched out in front of him and his newborn held tightly and securely in his arms, he brushed the silk fine, white-blonde downy hair gently with his fingertips, marvelling that he had made this tiny baby, that he and the man he loved had made this baby together. It was an exhilarating feeling.
A tiny, tiny coral pink lip was rolled in sleep before it was sucked under the top lip, into the tiny mouth and, not one to easily coo at anything, not even mentally, Draco found that he couldn’t help the softening of his face and thoughts as he watched. He was enamoured, completely and utterly smitten, as he had been with his previous children, but this one was special, this one was his and though he would never, ever treat any of them differently, couldn’t treat them differently as he loved them all immensely, just knowing that this tiny newborn was his made everything different, though he wasn’t exactly sure why, the reason was on the edge of his mind, but looking at his newborn, he couldn’t bring himself to take his attention away from the baby for long.
There had been a time when he’d thought that perhaps it would never happen, as ridiculous as those thoughts had been, he had felt it all the same, now over three years after mating with Harry and several children later, he was finally holding his own blood child in his arms and he was elated.
Just one long cuddle, an hour or two and then he’d go back downstairs to hand the baby off to Max, who was going to do the next feed and change, and he’d sit down and play with Regan and Calix.
He could stare at his newborn for hours. He couldn’t help it really, he was just so in love with the baby in his arms and he shifted himself carefully into a more comfortable position, trying not to disturb the sleeping newborn, who shifted with a soft whine regardless of his efforts, but didn’t open the grey-blue eyes that Draco loved so very much. They were bluer than his own silver-grey eyes, but he loved them all the same.
His, as of yet, unnamed newborn wiggled in his arms again and Draco sighed. The baby was hungry and his peaceful cuddle was going to be cut short by the wails of a hungry baby very soon and Max would kill him if he hoarded off another feeding, it was as he angrily pointed out, just because this baby happened to be Draco’s, it didn’t mean that the rest of them didn’t want to be involved and he could understand where they were coming from, of course he could. When their identical twin girls had been born, he had practically snarled at anyone who had tried to take them from him, he’d wanted to feed and change them and bathe them all the time, but when it really came down to it, they had been Max’s daughters and Max had not once snapped at him or shouted that they were his and to hand them over, he had let anyone pick them up, he watched as others fed and changed them or dressed them and he was content to know that if he wanted a cuddle, he could have one.
He sighed as he realised that he was acting differently with this baby and that wasn’t his intention, he loved all of his children, he was just a little…shocked maybe, that this particular baby was his own. So yes, he’d have this last cuddle, he had already committed the baby’s smell into his memory, and then he’d go down stairs and he’d hand the newborn off to Max. He’d prove to them all that he wasn’t just interested in his own children, that he hadn’t been using the other babies as replacements until he’d gotten his own. Not that they had accused him of such, but he worried that they did think that way about him, he was downright scared that they thought that of him and he wanted to change it, to prove wrong thoughts they may not even have had about him before anything was said and set in stone, he loved all of his children the same and he was going to prove it.
He had worried himself almost sick with thoughts that perhaps he really wouldn’t love them the same, but he could say now, with absolute certainty, as he held his newborn child in his arms, that he didn’t. He did not love this baby more than the others; he did not love them more than this baby. He loved all of them, every single last one of them, exactly the same and the elation he felt from that knowledge was going to keep him happy and jubilant for at least the next month.
As the baby wiggled a bit harder and a toothless mouth parted on a soft, hungry whine, Draco let out a deep exhale of air, smiling softly before kissing the baby gently and taking one last deep breath, pulling in the scent of his newborn who strangely enough smelt more of Nasta than anyone else, despite him not even being there all morning, but Draco rationalised that Nasta had been up half the night with the newborn and with Harry, who was finding it difficult to sleep with the pain he was in after birth.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching himself as much as he could with the baby in his arms before he left the bedroom and padded slowly, oh so carefully, down the staircase and into the living room.
“There you are! We thought you’d run away with the baby.” Max teased him with a laugh.
Draco smiled, but he took to heart the unintended warning in those words. He wouldn’t treat his children differently.
“No, just went for a bit of peace and quiet, I never get that anywhere around you.” He teased right back.
Max laughed happily, though he was surprised when Draco slipped the baby exceedingly carefully into his arms.
“What…?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that the next feed is yours! I fed the baby this morning, it’s your turn.” He said sternly, even as he sat himself down and tugged Calix over to his lap and squeezed him tight, peppering his face with kisses and grinning happily as he received a stream of giggles for it.
“No, I didn’t forget.”
“Good, make tea while you’re out there too.”
“Anything else I can get you, your majesty?”
Draco made a show of pondering about the question for a few moments. “No, just tea should be fine. I’m not all that hungry.”
Blaise burst into laughter opposite him and Draco gave him a wink with a grin. He played with a two year old Calix as he watched their other children toddle around, running unsteadily around the room with toys and balls and all manner of things that they probably shouldn’t have had. Braiden even had the controller remote for the television in his left hand.
He smiled at them all. He loved them, there was nothing else to it, he had helped raise every single one of them and he wanted the same for his baby, their children were so lucky to have a doting, devoted Mother in Harry and four, very protective, loving Fathers, he wouldn’t take that away from his own child by coveting the baby away from his own mates and trying to do everything himself, it wasn’t fair on his lovers and it wasn’t fair on his child.
“Love you.” A soft voice declared from behind his head just as a small hand touched his head, sleepy fingers slipping through the platinum blond hair.
“I love you too, Harry. You should be sleeping though, you need to rest.” Draco admonished.
“Am resting.” Harry huffed back with a soft snort.
“Then why are you awake?”
“Heard something about tea and I want one.”
Draco and Blaise looked at one another and then they were helpless to stop the laughter that rang freely through their home. Their toddlers joined in.
“Daga!”
“Eva sweetheart, I’ve told you, it’s pronounced Dada, why do you insist on calling me dagger?” Draco chastised gently as he sat the year old baby girl on his lap.
“I think she’s trying to tell you she wants you to get her a dagger.” Max said as he came in with a tray of beakers, sippy cups and four cups of tea.
“Where’s the baby?” Blaise asked before Draco could.
“In the kitchen bassinet, our little sunshine is out for the count. I have to hand it to you Draco, your baby is good as gold.” Max said with a wide grin. “We need more babies like that, Harry, have at him love, have some more Malfoy babies, because if we had a hundred like this one, I’d be a very happy man.”
Harry snorted again, not even opening his eyes, even as Regan clambered all over him.
“Regan, come here love, we can’t do that to Mummy.” Max chastised lightly as he picked him up and then set him on his feet, on the floor and handed him his sippy cup.
“The way I’m feeling right now we’re actually going to keep to the six week sex ban this time.” Harry told them as he turned over onto his side and cracked one eye open. “Too many back to back pregnancies and not enough time to recover between them. I hope that it takes ten years for my next heat to happen.”
“Even if it doesn’t, we will help you.” Max told him with a smile and a soft caress as he helped Harry sit up before handing him his tea.
“You can help by taking over the pregnancies and the births for a few years.” Harry complained good-naturedly.
“If I could, you know that we’d have absolutely no babies at all, love.” Max said with a grin.
Harry snorted yet again. “That’s the truth of it right there. Barbarians the lot of you.”
“Why am I a barbarian?” Draco demanded incredulously.
“Getting me pregnant, watching me suffer with said pregnancy, then not getting pregnant in my place, how dare you!”
“I don’t think the pain potion has entirely worn off.” Max said as he looked at Harry curiously, a grin threatening to break free. “Harry love, you know that we can’t get pregnant, we’re your dominants, it’s physically impossible, but of course, if we were able, we would take over in your place.”
“Liar!” Harry accused rightly as he sipped at his tea. “Easy to say it when you know it’ll never happen.” He continued, grumbling to himself under his breath. “Where’s my baby? I want my newborn here. I need to sort out names.”
Draco blanched in horror. “Harry, love…perhaps it might be best if you didn’t name our child while still under the effects of the pain potion.”
“I’ll name my baby when I like!” Harry declared with a frown.
Draco looked pleadingly to Max, whose massive shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughs.
“It’s alright; I can almost guarantee that he will not remember any of this after another nap. He’s still quite out of it.” Max assured them. “He could call the baby Basildonna and it won’t be legal until he files it on the birth certificate.”
“What if he starts to associate that name to the baby though?” Draco asked weakly.
Max shrugged. “Then good luck taking the poor kid to school.”
Draco felt light headed and he all but fell on his cup of tea, drinking it down to steady himself.
“Please don’t call the baby Basildonna.” He pleaded with Harry, who was dozing into a potion induced sleep again.
“Baby…Basil.” Harry muttered as he drifted to sleep and Max and Blaise roared with laughter at his expense.
Draco just stared at Harry, who curled up under his blanket and fell into another deep sleep. He could not, would not, let Harry call the baby, his baby, any baby, Basil or Basildonna. Submissive naming rights be damned, he would fight Harry’s own Dracken side over it if he had to, he just prayed that Max was right and Harry remembered nothing of this, which included subconsciously, when he was weaned off of the strong pain potions. He hoped, he’d beg if he had to, that Harry gave their child a name to be proud of, one that they wouldn’t be ashamed of sharing when they were older.
Blaise went out into the kitchen with their empty cups and brought the newborn baby back with him, still wrapped securely in that knitted blanket.
“How was your baby born with grey-blue eyes yet all the others had baby blue?” Blaise asked.
Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because the grey is sort of lighter than the blue?”
“It’s just one of those things.” Max shrugged as he cuddled Braiden in his lap. “Not all babies are born with baby blue eyes and just because our newborn has grey-blue eyes at the moment doesn’t mean that won’t change. They could easily go baby blue in the next few days and then go back to grey-blue in a few months. Some babies are born with dark eyes, they go blue and then go back dark, it’s not unheard of.”
Draco nodded, but he steadfastly refused to allow Nasta near his newborn when he came home an hour later, stinking of dung and absolutely filthy. He dragged Nasta to the bathroom and he washed him himself, just in case his tired lover missed a spot which then touched one of their sweet children.
“I think I should come home like this more often.” Nasta all but purred.
“If you do I’ll start washing you down outside with the hose.” Draco threatened seriously.
Nasta just laughed deeply.
“I’m serious, it’s cold out there at the moment and I will keep you out there until every speck of grime has been washed away by the icy water, then when you get sick you’ll be confined to bed rest and then none of your germs will be near our children.”
Nasta shook his head as he helped Draco by scrubbing himself.
“I was just too cold, too tired to wash off at the reserve.” He told him softly. “I wanted to get home to you all and our new baby and a hot drink wouldn’t go amiss either. My insides feel frozen.”
“Are the dragons alright?” Draco asked curiously, watching Nasta closely. Usually the dragons were the first topic that Nasta spoke about when he came home from work until the four of them had heard every little thing the dragons had done from the moment Nasta arrived to the moment he was forced to come back home again. Nasta hadn’t even mentioned them and it was…strange to say the least, out of character for Nasta and it worried him, so he asked.
“Seven of them will be fine with lots of care and medicine. We had to put two of them down to stop the sickness from spreading to the healthy dragons. They were too far gone for the medicines to be of any help.” Nasta said after a long pause, then after another silent moment, he buried his face into one hand and his shoulders started to shake as he cried.
Draco stared at him for a suspended moment where he mentally flailed a bit for what to do, then he let his heart take over and he yanked Nasta to his chest and cradled him there, holding him, murmuring softly to him, just nonsense, but he would never tell him to just get over it, he would never tell him that there would be other dragons or to grow up they were just animals or that everything would be alright, because it wouldn’t. He knew, they all knew, just how much those dragons meant to Nasta, they knew how much he loved them and they knew that he had dedicated his life to protecting and caring for them. From Nasta’s point of view, the death of two of them would be like watching two children that he had helped rear and protect all of their lives just up and die, and he wouldn’t get over it in a few mere hours and he wouldn’t get over it if it was just ignored or pushed to the side, he needed to let it all out and grieve for the two dragons he’d lost.
Draco stopped murmuring as Nasta stopped crying and he just knelt there, ignoring the pain in his knees from the hard tile floor, holding Nasta to his heart and stroking soft, damp skin and wet hair with his fingers.
“We will help you through this.” Draco told him seriously. “We’ll help you grieve, we’ll give you everything you want and need and we will see you through this dark time. You’ll never forget either of them, but though it doesn’t seem like it right now, you will get better, the pain will go away.”
“I feel ridiculous, crying like this.” Nasta said in a voice raspy from crying so hard. “They’re just dragons, but the reserve hasn’t had to put one of them down like this in years…the only deaths we’ve had were natural or from bull fights, we’ve never had a sickness just take them over like this.”
“They’re not just dragons Nasta.” Draco said firmly. “You loved them. You raised them, cared for them, loved them for years. A lot of things they might be, they’re just dragons to other people, but never to you and we love you for that Nas, so you do whatever you need to, to get through this tragedy, we will always be behind you to help you.”
“I love you.” Nasta told him thickly.
“Come on, let’s get you out and get you warm. You’ll put your fluffy pyjamas on, no arguments and you’ll sit down and cuddle with me while I make Max get you tea. He’s good for getting tea.”
Nasta laughed roughly at that as he allowed Draco to wrap him in a towel and rub him dry before helping him dress himself, even if he didn’t actually need the help. The thick, fleecy pyjamas that he only ever wore when he was sick made him feel overly warm, but as he couldn’t stop shivering he kept them on.
Draco pulled him down the stairs and into the living room and he watched as the grins slid from Max’s and Blaise’s faces.
“Are you sick?” Max demanded as he stood to press a rough palm to his forehead before cupping his cheeks and then his neck. “You don’t feel warmer than usual.”
“Go and make more tea Max, I’ll fill you in when Nasta is settled.” Draco ordered as he ushered Nasta onto the settee that wasn’t currently housing a drugged up, sleeping Harry.
Blaise stole the spot next to Nasta before Draco could and he cuddled up to Nasta and despite his larger size, he pulled Nasta to lean on him instead of where he would usually lean onto Nasta and he started murmuring softly in French, almost cooing to him.
“I’m not sick.” Nasta told him with a smile.
“Then why are you wearing your sick pyjamas?” Max asked seriously as he came back into the room with four cups of tea and a plate of biscuits.
“They’re my winter pyjamas, not my sick ones.” Nasta denied, even though he knew he only ever wore them when he was sick, so they had every reason to be worried over him.
“Nasta lost two dragons today. The reserve had to put them down to stop the sickness from spreading.” Draco informed them softly and respectfully, but straight to the point so the pain wasn’t prolonged for Nasta.
Blaise pulled Nasta tighter to him and Max gasped softly.
“Oh Nasta, why didn’t you say love?” Max said as he quickly put his tea tray down and hunched in front of him to hold his hands. “You know you can tell us anything and everything on your mind, we love you and of course we’re going to help you through this, how are you feeling?”
Nasta shrugged. “I’m better now; Draco had a talk with me upstairs that really helped. I’m just cold and nothing seems to help make it better.”
“Hence the fluffy pyjamas.” Max nodded with a smile and a pat to a solid thigh wrapped in soft, fluffy, fleecy material. “Okay, you stay here and drink your tea; I’m going to start dinner, any requests?”
Nasta shook his head.
“Not even garden salad?” Max teased.
Nasta smiled. “I’ll eat anything, but the warmer the better.”
“Comfort food it is, I’m thinking Shepard’s pie. It’s one of your favourites.”
Nasta smiled and snuggled into Blaise more, accepting his body warmth and the kiss that was lingeringly pressed to his temple. “I love you all.”
“I’m taking that as a yes.” Max declared happily. “Shepard’s pie for thirteen it is. Farren is going to be ecstatic; he’s never had Shepard’s pie before.”
“Can’t wait to see his face.” Harry mumbled from the cushion his face was buried in.
He twisted a little, just enough to free his face and he cracked open an eye to peer out at them all. He looked pointedly at the tray of tea on the table, which did not hold his tea cup.
“I’ll get you one now.” Max laughed as he bent to kiss Harry and stood back up to pet his hair before leaving the room.
“He pets me like…like a dog…again and he’ll be sleeping….sleeping outside.” Harry grumbled, ruining the threat by trying to talk through a massive yawn.
He pushed himself to sit up, grimacing heavily in pain as he did so.
“Go easy, Harry.” Nasta said concernedly.
Harry opened his eyes and looked at him happily.
“You’re home!” He cried out with a smile, before he seemed to take in what he was seeing and he frowned. “Why are you wearing your sick pyjamas? Are you ill?”
Nasta shook his head. “No. I’m okay.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Harry stood up with a grunt and toddled his way to the other settee worse than any of their actual toddlers and all but fell onto Nasta with a soft gasp.
“What did I tell you about moving?” Nasta demanded, very unimpressed with the display he’d just seen.
“I wanted to be near you.” Harry said as he curled up between Nasta’s legs and rested on his belly.
Nasta shook his head and petted Harry’s fluffy, absolute mess of hair. He had had a bitchy fit while pregnant and had missed a trim so it was longer than he usually wore it and it looked ten times worse than normal because of it.
“We had to put down two dragons.” Nasta told Harry softly.
Harry pulled back and fought off the grimace of pain it caused as he looked to Nasta.
“Nas, I’m so sorry, how are you feeling? I mean, I know you must be hurting, but have these bastards helped you, talked to you about it?”
Nasta nodded with a grin. “They have. Max is making one of my favourite meals, Blaise won’t let me go and Draco and I had a talk upstairs as he bathed me.”
Harry stopped glaring at Draco and Blaise and he nodded.
“If you ever need a cuddle, you’ll know exactly where I’ll be because I can’t move myself very far yet, so even if I wanted to I couldn’t get away from you.”
“Harry!” Draco said aghast, but Nasta just threw his head back and laughed.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Cariad.” He said with a smile, holding Harry tighter and drawing absent patterns onto his back.
“Why have you moved?” Max demanded as he came into the room with Harry’s royal blue and white bone china cup that had once been his Mother’s. “You had better have gotten someone to carry you, I told you that you couldn’t move for at least another day! You’ll be back on those pain potions; I swear I’ll keep you on them for the next week if I have to!”
“I don’t like them.” Harry pouted. “They made my head feel all cottony and my mouth goes drier than bone.”
“You say ridiculous things too.” Blaise told him with a sniff.
“Like what?” Harry asked curiously as he sipped on the tea that Max had handed to him.
“You told him you were going to sacrifice his books to the fire gods and dance naked around the flames as they burned to see in a good harvest.” Draco told him with a hidden grin at the memory.
Nasta, who hadn’t been there to hear it, laughed hysterically along with Max, who still found it funny.
“I don’t remember that.” Harry said with a frown.
“You also said that you wanted to call the baby Basil.”
“Basil? As in the herb basil?” Harry asked. “Of course I’m not going to call my sweet, beautiful baby Basil!”
“The original name was Basildonna.” Blaise informed him.
“It’s not going to be that either.” Harry said seriously.
“Have you thought of any names?” Draco asked, striving for nonchalance, but Harry still grinned at him.
“I might have, nothing set in stone, but I have a few ideas and no, I’m not sharing.”
Draco huffed and when his newborn started crying, he beat everyone to it by picking up the tiny baby and leaving the room. His little sweet child needed a nappy change.
“Don’t you worry darling, I won’t let your Mother name you something ridiculous, even if I have to pin him down and demand that he change his mind.” He told the baby firmly as he set that tiny, fragile body down on the changing table and started unwrapping all the layers so he could change the soiled nappy.
“I love you so much and you’ve brought me so much peace just by being born. Now we just need to bring some peace to your Daddy Nasta, but he’s a strong man, I’m sure he’ll be fine given some time and a lot of cuddles and comfort. We’ll make sure he’s alright so that he can look after you as well as the rest of us, because we love him and we need him.”
The baby on the changing table made a soft whine and slitted open grey-blue eyes, little hands jerking uncontrollably. Draco changed the baby quickly and efficiently that spoke of his years of practice before he wrapped his newborn back up, disposed of the nappy and climbed back onto the bed for another long cuddle.
“Everything is going to be fine and tomorrow, you get to meet your grandparents for the first time, they’re very excited about your arrival and they can’t wait to meet you, but for now, you have me and you have your Mother and your three other Daddies, Max, Blaise and Nasta. You’ll come to know us all and I hope you’ll love us as much as we love you, but know that we will always look out for you and protect you sweet child and there’s nothing you can do about that.”
Draco stayed on the bed for a further half an hour, stroking soft, pale cheeks and fervently wishing for that platinum blonde hair to grow so that he could brush it properly, before he went back downstairs to hand the baby to Blaise, whose turn it was to feed the softly whining baby, who was then put into the kitchen bassinet, fast asleep again, as they ate the dinner that Max had made for them with their children, who had progressed to being able to eat smaller sized portions of whatever they were having for dinner, which made meal times easier on Max.
It was still a messy affair though as food was smeared over cheeks and chins, into hair and dropped to the floor, but their children happily ate and once they were done and had been bathed and put to bed, the five of them cuddled up on the settee, Nasta in the middle this time, with their newborn baby cuddled in his arms.
Draco loved his family so very much and now that he had his own child, a peace the likes of which he’d never known before had settled over him. He’d never noticed before, never cared that he didn’t have his own child and when he’d thought of it, it was usually with the strong worry that he’d stop loving his other children, or that his love for them would pale with the birth of his own baby, those fears had been put to rest with certainty and now he was at peace. It was an amazing feeling and it left him ready and willing to help Nasta, who needed their comfort and support with a clear mind, for once not focusing on his own inner turmoil or fears. Perhaps that was why everything was different with this baby in particular. Having his own child was not any different to holding any other newborn of his in his arms, not in the sense of the love he felt for them, but it was different in the exhilarating freedom it had given him from his fears and the stability and security he felt at that left him able to focus on his family more than he’d been able to before.
As the newborn baby was passed back to him as Nasta went to use the bathroom, he found himself looking at the beautiful, ethereal face of his child and one thought and one thought only went through his mind, the fertility treatment had been completely and utterly worth it.
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A/N: The information in this chapter is released before I wanted it to be because some of you just will not stop complaining. Of course Draco gets his own biological child, but if you’d actually leave me alone to write the story, you would have known why he hadn’t had one yet.

Out of the thirty-five babies I’ve currently created, Draco has six children, though let me guess, for some of you that’s not enough babies, am I right? Well it’s not changing; Draco will still have his children when I planned for him to have them.

If you want more information on the babies, then I have a full list of them and their birth dates on my Facebook page:

www.facebook.com/notes/starlight-mass/babies-rise-of-the-drackens-scaled-bits/479748755446358
Draco’s first baby, the baby in this chapter, is born in the year 2000, just one year away in the fic time line, just bear with me and exercise a little patience, it does happen, you just have to wait for it to come about. I have plans and story plots to do first, despite popular belief, this fic is not all about the babies.
I hope you all enjoyed this small chapter and I hope it helps, at least a little, in alleviating the anxious wait,
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