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“So, we’ll all go down to dinner together. Draco, do you want to take one of the babies, or should I? Tyrion can sit with whoever has a baby with the other one.”

Draco smiled. “You can. The Slytherin table isn’t the best place for him to sit at first. The Gryffindors will give him a better welcome, I’m sure.”

Harry nodded. “Alright. We’ll do that, then.”

“Is it going to be very loud? The babies might not like it.” Tyrion worried.

“Oh, it’ll be loud, all right. Especially when the Gryffindors notice that their precious Harry Potter is back.” Draco drawled.

Tyrion’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re that Harry?” He asked. “I’ve heard of you!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “War’s long done.” He said. “I’m just Harry. Draco, leave off.”

Tyrion flushed. “I’m sorry. We don’t get much outside news at Sinicus Creek, but everyone’s heard of that.” He said, much more calmly. “I had no idea that was you.”

“And I liked it that way.” Harry mumbled, flushing.

“Well, time to head to dinner.” Draco said, grinning.

“Prat.” Harry shot at his back as he headed out the door. Harry picked up Orion and Tyrion gathered Cassie into his arms.

“Well, let’s go, then.” Tyrion said, motioning for Harry to lead the way.

Harry sighed, then squared his shoulders and led the way to the Great Hall.

When they entered, talking ceased for a few moments, then started up again, louder.

Harry just rolled his eyes and led Tyrion to the Gryffindor table. Ron and Hermione scooted over to leave enough room for Harry and Tyrion.

“Harry! You’re back! And who’s that?” Hermione asked, indicating Tyrion.

“That’s Tyrion. He’s another Sinicus we met at Sinicus Creek. That’s the name of the place that we went. He’s here to help us care for the babies.” Harry said. “This is Orion, and Tyrion’s got Cassiopeia.” He explained. He handed over Orion to Tyrion long enough to dish himself up some food, then took both babies so Tyrion could do the same. When that was done, they both held one baby, both adept by now at eating one-handed.

Hermione cooed down at the baby. “Oh, isn’t he precious?” She sighed. “Your babies are lovely, Harry.”

Harry flushed in pride. “Aren’t they? Thanks, Mione.”

“You make a good-looking kid, mate, but with Malfoy, that’s hard not to do, you know?” Ron said.

Harry laughed. “Yeah, that’s true.”

*****

Harry, Draco and Tyrion were lounging on the couch in front of the fire, in their pajamas.

“You know,” Draco mused, “I’m glad we came on a Thursday. We only have to get through tomorrow before it’ll be the weekend.”

Harry chuckled. “I agree.”

Tyrion just grinned. “Thank you two for bringing me. I love it here!” He said enthusiastically.

“When you realize just how much time we’ll be leaving you to deal with the twins alone, you won’t love it quite so much.” Draco warned.

Harry was the only one who noticed how Tyrion’s eyes softened at the words.

“No.” Tyrion said softly. “I think I’ll still love it. The twins are wonderful. They’re no trouble at all.” He said, gazing longingly at the door they were sleeping behind.

“Well,” Draco got up, stretching, “We’d best get to bed. Classes tomorrow. And we’ve got Potions first thing.” He warned Harry, who groaned.

“Don’t remind me.” He said morosely.

*****

Harry heard the monitoring charm go off, and rolled out of bed with a groan. It was early, the sun wasn’t yet up, but the twins were.

He shuffled into the nursery and saw Tyrion already there, in rumpled pajamas, changing Cassie while he sang quietly to Orion. “Hi, Harry. I’ve got them, you can go back to bed. You need your sleep. I’ll nap tomorrow when they do.” He said.

Harry just nodded tiredly and headed back into the bedroom, falling back onto the bed and falling back to sleep.

*****

Harry threw open the door to his rooms and saw Tyrion laying on the couch, obviously asleep, purring, with a purring Cassiopeia on his chest, also fast asleep. His anger at Snape completely evaporated as his heart melted at the very domestic scene.

He closed the door softly and walked over to the chair next to the couch, sitting down and just watching the two. Orion was asleep in the bassinette, which was pulled up next to the couch.

After a few minutes, Tyrion opened sleepy eyes. He saw Harry and the purrs stopped as Tyrion quickly sat up, blushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be back so soon-“

Harry held up a hand, laughing softly. “No, it’s fine. I have a free period right now, so I’m just checking in. How is everything going?”

Tyrion smiled. “Everything’s fine.” He set Cassie in the bassinette next to her brother. “How was Potions?”

Harry groaned. “Horrible, as usual. Snape hates me.” He said dejectedly.

Tyrion patted the couch next to him and Harry moved to the spot.

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” Tyrion said mildly.

Harry shook his head. “Oh, no. He hates me. I’m the spitting image of my father, that’s why.” He shrugged. “I’ve learned to live with it. So, that purring thing…” He began, flushing.

Tyrion flushed. “The calling? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it-“

Harry raised a hand. “It’s fine, it’s just… I thought subs only did that when they were… Er…”

“Aroused? I’m sure Draco’s done it at least once. But yes, aroused or content. But mine, well…” He blushed.

“Good dream?” Harry supplied helpfully.

Tyrion nodded. “You were there.” He admitted, meeting Harry’s eyes.

Harry gulped. He was suddenly unable to look away from Tyrion’s eyes, and the blatant hunger shining in them. He leaned forward. “We shouldn’t.” He whispered.

Tyrion was leaning forward, too. “We should.” He whispered back.

Harry pressed his lips to Tyrion’s for the second time, coaxing them open and exploring his mouth, as that sweet scent filled the air again. He ran a hand up Tyrion’s neck and into his hair, fisting and pulling just a bit, and Tyrion began purring again.

Harry pulled away and shook his head. “I really shouldn’t do this.” He said.

Tyrion looked at him in confusion. “Why not? I’m right here, no one else wants me. You can have more than one sub, you know. Subs are quite common in born Sinicae, there’s more than enough to go around. And I’m not averse to sharing!”

Harry shook his head. “But I think Draco is. And I can’t do that to him.”

“Do what?!” Tyrion asked sharply. “He’d have rights of First Claim, after all. I just want to be part of your life, yours and Draco’s. You can’t deny it, I fit! Why don’t you want me?” He asked softly.

Harry sighed. “I do. Just… Listen, I need to talk with Draco. Give me some time to figure out how, and when I do, maybe we can work something out. I mean, I like you, the twins seem to love you, the only real problem in the equation would be Draco. He’s possessive-“

“It’s not his place to be.” Tyrion said bitterly.

“But he is.” Harry finished firmly. “And I love him anyway. Just let me worry about him, okay?” He asked, cupping Tyrion’s cheek.

Tyrion leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing. “Alright.” He said.

*****

Draco breezed into the room, looking supremely proud of himself.

Tyrion finished changing Orion and smiled at him. “Good day?” He asked.

Draco beamed at him. “The best. They want me back on the Quidditch team. Has Harry said anything about it? I know he had a free period earlier. Where is he?” He asked, looking around as though Tyrion had hidden Harry away somewhere.

“He said he wanted to go hang out in Gryffindor Tower for a bit.” Tyrion answered.

“Oh.” Draco fell gracefully onto the couch. “I hope they ask him to join the team again. The Gryffindor/Slytherin match hasn’t been played yet. It’d be just like old times…” He licked his lips with a lascivious grin. “Seeing him in his Quidditch gear always did get me hot.” He commented.

Tyrion chuckled. “I bet you look pretty hot in your Quidditch gear, too.” He said mildly.

Draco stared at him in shock. “What?!” He asked.

Tyrion raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean? I know I’m not the first guy who told you that, or you wouldn’t have these two angels.” He said, indicating the babies.

Draco looked at a loss for words, but finally settled on, “But you’re a sub!”

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “And a sub can’t find another sub hot? You can’t be that dense! Of course we can! The only difference is that your scent does nothing for me, and mine, could I use it, would do nothing for you.” He cocked his head. “And our preferred sexual roles are the same, of course. But subs have occasionally lain with other subs. It happens a lot if a Dominant with two or more subs leaves to go somewhere for an extended period. The subs just trade off getting to bottom.” He told Draco, who still looked shell-shocked.

“So, what, you like me?” Draco asked.

Tyrion smiled. “Yes, despite our rather shaky start and the fact that I like Harry more, as I’m sure you know, I do like you, too.” He said evenly.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, about our shaky start, I’m sorry. I hope you realize by now I’m not always like that. I’m a bit possessive, and I didn’t like the way you looked at Harry like you wanted to eat him up, but I’m not usually such a bitch about it.” He explained.

Tyrion sat down on the couch next to him. “I think I know a bit more about why you were acting that way than you do.”

Draco frowned. “What do you mean?” He asked.

Tyrion shrugged. “When a Dominant doesn’t act dominant enough to their sub, the sub starts to push back, trying to provoke them into a dominant response. If that doesn’t work, they start lashing out at others, to find the dominance they crave anywhere they can get it. It can be dangerous in a community like ours, because we have more Dominants around, and they don’t like to be provoked.” He told the blond. “We had to tell Harry to take you in hand before he would.”

Draco smiled. “Ah, so you were behind that spanking. Well, thank you. It was wonderful.”

Tyrion blushed. “He actually spanked you?”

Draco nodded. “He did. I liked it, of course, but that’s beside the point.”

Cassie started fussing, which set off Orion.

“Feeding time.” Tyrion said with a smile. “Want to help?” He asked.

Draco held out his arms. “Sure. Pass me a bottle and a baby.”

Tyrion laughed, handing Orion to his father and giving Draco a bottle as he grabbed one himself and settled down with Cassie.

They both cast warming charms on the bottles and guided the nipples into the waiting mouths in synchronicity.

‘It’s true.’ Tyrion thought again. ‘I fit here.’