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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769456 -:- Recommendations : 71 -:- Currently Reading : 219
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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Christopher, without who this chapter would still be frozen and running up and down with the scroll bar on Microsoft word and to chachamaru43, you know why.

Last Time

Harry rolled over Max and shoved the biggest man in the bed towards Blaise and Draco. Max grunted as little feet dug into his back and he rolled over twice until he was snuggled up tight to Blaise. Harry settled down in the warm groove that Max had left and cuddled into Nasta. He yawned widely and burrowed into Nasta’s chest, who shimmied him over so that he could fit in the bed comfortably and lay down, holding him close.

“I love you, Harry.” He heard him whisper sometime later as he pretended to sleep and almost was asleep. “We’ll go visit Marianna because you want to go, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting go of your hand for the entire time that we’re there.”

Harry smiled as Nasta squeezed him. He made a soft, sleepy noise and Nasta relaxed his arms so he wasn’t squeezing. Harry snuggled in once again and he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Chapter Forty-Eight – Fun in the Sun

Harry was so excited even as Max and Draco shouted at Nasta, who was calmly packing an overnight bag with enough clothes for the weekend.
It was two in the morning and Harry was so excited that he hadn’t slept a wink. Everything was so short notice that they were only now packing their suitcases.
Harry had never been on holiday before, so he had no idea what he needed to take. He was packing anything and everything that came to his hand as Nasta chuckled and started removing things from his little suitcase.

“Braiden will not need all of these clothes, love.” He told him as he took out several jumpers, even more shirts and fourteen pairs of trousers.

“What if he has an accident or if it’s not warm enough?”

“We have blankets for him and it’ll take a few minutes to come back to get a spare pair of clothes. It’s not like we are Muggles and need to catch a plane to come back and forth. We’ll be fine, now instead of filling the suitcase with everything for Braiden, pack some clothes for yourself.”

Harry did as he was told, not willing to push his luck as he was actually being allowed to go and Marianna had been right, he only needed Nasta on his side as Draco and Max were furious and demanding that they not go, that it was stupid and dangerous and that it could potentially terminate his pregnancy, but Nasta was adamant and firm that they were going and he ordered them to pack or be stuck without clothes for a week.

“What do I need? Blaise, what’s Draguignan like?”

“It is going to be hot there, Mio amore, but not much more than here.”

“That’s good, I’d hate for Braiden to be pushed into a climate where he’s uncomfortable. Oh! Where are his sun hats?! He’s not going without his hats or his sun cream!”

“I’ve got both.” Nasta assured. “Now pack some boxer shorts or you won’t have any.”

“How can you agree to this insanity?!” Draco demanded.

“We are going, now pack your damn suitcase or you’ll have nothing to wear!” Nasta growled.

“Don’t forget your toiletries!” Blaise called after a fuming Draco.

“Don’t tease him.” Harry chastised. “How many bottles should we take? Do we need the extra ones?”

“Harry love, listen to me. Stop packing for Braiden and pack for yourself.” Nasta ordered testily.

Harry dropped the bottle he had been about to pack and frowned at his hand as it had automatically released the bottle without his brain telling his fingers to move.
Nasta sighed and cuddled him

“I didn’t mean to use the full weight of the dominance bond, love, but can you please pack some clothes for yourself or are you planning on running around Marianna’s home with nothing on?”

Harry shook his head and an excited grin stole over his face once more as he rushed to his wardrobe to get some clothes, Nasta giving his bum a swat as he moved past.
Draco unhappily packed his bag and Max zipped his case up in angry silence. Blaise, who had been done before all of them because the majority of his clothes were already at the house they were going to, was making sure that they had everything Braiden needed, tipping out half of the things that Harry had already packed to make space for the things they actually needed.

“Are you all done and ready?” Nasta asked an hour later, Harry’s hand firmly in his own as his mate bounced with excited, pent up energy. It made it almost worth it to see Harry this excited over just going to someone else’s house for a few days.

Once he had resigned himself to the fact that, yes they were actually going and that Harry and Braiden were going with them, Max had become as excited as Harry as he rushed around locking all of the windows, locking the doors and flooing his family to let them know where he was going to be for the next few days to a week.
Draco on the other hand had sunken into a silent sulk and he was very angry and very against the idea of Harry leaving the house. Nasta had ordered him to be quiet and to stop being a pest. He hadn’t spoken since.

“Are we leaving now?!” Harry asked bubbly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, swinging his arm that was attached to the hand Nasta was holding and bouncing Braiden with him, who was strapped to his chest in a baby carrier that had, only that morning, been taken out of its box for the trip since the carrycot was broken and now useless and needed to be replaced.

“Yes Harry, just calm down. We’ll be going now, in a minute.” Nasta assured him as he and Max went through a check list to make sure they had everything and had done everything that needed doing.

“Are we going now?” Harry asked a minute later as they still hadn’t left the house.

Nasta chuckled deeply and pulled him into a light hug, being mindful of Braiden strapped to his chest and gave him a kiss.

“We’re going now, just shut your mouth for two minutes whilst Max makes sure everything is locked and everything is turned off.”

Harry waited as patiently as he could, but as he opened his mouth to ask once more if they were actually going, Max placed a large hand over his mouth.

“We’re done; we’re going, no more asking.” He said with an indulgent grin.

Harry almost squealed as they made their way to the fireplace. Nasta had decided that flooing was more practical than getting permission for a Portkey with such short notice, but Harry and Braiden were to floo with Nasta, just in case.
Blaise went first, then Nasta forced Draco to leave, Max went next carrying the majority of the suitcases and then Nasta bundled up Harry against his chest, covered him with a blanket and flooed to Marianna’s.
Harry checked on Braiden as a first priority, making sure no soot or dirt had lodged itself anywhere and then turned to grin at Blaise, who was having his back broken by his Mother.
Nasta chuckled quietly beside him and Harry smothered a giggle, even Draco managed a smile and Harry felt almost delirious at the sight of it.

“Everything is set up, Josiah and I worked through all of yesterday and half the night for you all when we heard you were paying us a visit and we made sure to set everything up!” Marianna exclaimed happily.

“Set what up, Mother?” Blaise asked, rubbing his ribs and looking more like he’d rather not know.

“Why, your little holiday, Blaise. Honestly.”

“This is our little holiday.” Harry said. “Blaise said Draguignan is very beautiful.”

“You can come to this place any old time!” Marianna exclaimed. “I’ve booked you into a lovely hotel, just the five of you, got a tour guide to recommend all the places you should visit, the best restaurants, the finest beaches, all the sights you should see.”

Marianna pushed a folder into Nasta’s hand as he raised a black eyebrow incredulously.

“I thought you said we could stay here, Mother.” Blaise reminded her. “You said you’d love for us to come and stay when I spoke to you yesterday.”

“Yes, of course I would, but you need to go out into the world, my little loves! Guadeloupe is a very beautiful island.”

“Guadeloupe?” Max asked faintly.

“Where you’re all going, yes. Except for Braiden. Braiden is staying here with his Grandma Marianna!”

That was where Harry disliked the idea as he cowered back into Nasta and wrapped his arms around Braiden like a shield.

“What?” He asked. “I can’t leave Braiden here.”

“You can’t go out exploring Guadeloupe with a baby in tow!” Marianna refuted. “Josiah and I will take excellent care of him and you can floo back anytime you like, even in the middle of the night, if you want to check up on him.”

“This is too much, we couldn’t possibly…” Nasta began, but he didn’t get much further.

“Well you are.” Marianna snapped at him, proving that she was a dominant female and unafraid to stand up to him. “I would be most offended and unhappy with you if you didn’t go now that I went through all the trouble of making all the arrangements and compiling all the information I could for you boys. You’re going whether you want to or not, I will force the Portkey onto you all at some point with no way for you to get home for a few days, the way I see it you can either sulk and try to find a way off of the island like brats or you can relax and enjoy yourselves for a few days and come back, happy and refreshed in a few days’ time. It’s your choice.”

Harry saw the look on Nasta’s face and knew that he wouldn’t refuse Marianna now that she had played so dirtily and made him feel guilty over wanting to refuse. Marianna was right, it really was easy to manipulate dominants to do what you wanted if you knew what to say and do, but he was no dominant and he did not feel comfortable leaving Braiden.

“I don’t want to leave my baby. He’s only a week old.”

“You can come and see him every day, Harry. It’s only for a few days, one big, happy holiday before you go back to school. I’m sure you could use a few mornings where you can sleep in, where you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night and don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do for a few days. It’s not bad parenting to leave a child with a relative for a few days to have a break, Harry, you are refreshing yourself ready to come back, pick him up and take on school, a new pregnancy as well as a very young baby.”

“I…” Harry looked from Marianna to his mates. Draco did not look accepting, but then he hadn’t wanted any of them to come on this entire trip. Blaise was debating; Max was smiling so he obviously thought that it was a good idea. Harry looked up at Nasta, who was standing at his back and found those hazel-green eyes looking back.

“We could benefit from a break.” Nasta said smoothly, ignoring Draco’s growl of protest.

“If you think it’s a good idea.” Harry said meekly, his arms still around Braiden. But he really wanted to go, so he was doing as Marianna had told him to do, letting Nasta think that he had made the decision himself, but he was wearing a hopeful looking expression, but he wasn’t fighting or yelling, he wasn’t demanding that they should go. He was giving in and softly letting Nasta think that he was making the decision whether to go or not.

“I raised Blaise alright didn’t I?” Marianna demanded. “Braiden will be perfectly safe and happy here!”

“I could use a lie in after all the early mornings we’ve had!” Max encouraged. “Let’s just do it! Marianna has put a lot of work into this for us and Harry deserves a holiday after everything he’s been through.”

That made Blaise make up his mind and he agreed. Draco looked torn.

“Please, Draco.” Harry said softly. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to, but I really want to go.”

Marianna winked at him subtly and gave him an approving smile before adding in. “Won’t this be your first ever holiday, Harry? I’m sure your mates would want you to have a holiday and will make it extra special for you. After all you’re a grown man now, it’s criminal that you’ve never been on a holiday before. How many times did your parents take you on holiday when you were a child, Draco? At least two holidays a year wasn’t it?”

“Sometimes three.” Draco put in quietly as those silver eyes darkened in anger at the reminder that Harry’s upbringing wasn’t as lavish as his own.

“Are we going or aren’t we?” Nasta asked, as if the fate of it rested upon Draco and not on himself.

“We’ll go, but you have to be careful, Harry!” Draco said sternly.

“I will I promise! Thank you! Thank you!” Harry cried engulfing Draco in an awkward hug around his neck, with his arse stuck out so that his chest, which held Braiden, wouldn’t be crushed against Draco. “I can’t believe I’m finally having my first holiday! It’s so amazing!”

“Right, give me Braiden, you can settle him down with a bottle and a last cuddle, but your Portkey leaves in twenty minutes, I booked reservations for you to have dinner in Le Lucullus restaurant in Sainte-Anne, your hotel is also in Sainte-Anne. La Toubana hotel and spa.”

“What are we going to do in a spa?” Max asked his eyebrows in his hairline.

“Spa things?” Blaise answered questioningly.

“Find a steam room.” Harry said with a naughty giggle.

“You don’t need a steam room, sweetheart, you’re already pregnant. Speaking of which, the magical staff at the hotel have been informed of your arrival, that you are in fact pregnant and they have a Healer on standby for the duration of your stay.”

“I’m not that clumsy!” Harry pouted.

“You have your own private villa, with full access to the hotel swimming pool; there is an onsite restaurant and access to the hotel’s private beach.” Marianna continued. “You will arrive around the corner from the restaurant, the reservations are under Delericey, a seven seater car will be waiting to pick you up whenever you are done with dinner to take you to your hotel, you may then do as you please for the rest of your stay.”

Marianna looked so pleased with herself that Harry laughed and slipped Braiden out of the carrier, unstrapping it from his body before he gave his baby a big hug and a sloppy kiss.

“I’ll miss you, love. You be good for your Grandma Marianna, I’ll be home in a few days, I promise.”

Harry handed Braiden over, but then changed his mind and took the baby back, cuddling him tightly.

“I don’t think I can do it.” He said weakly.

“You can, you’re a strong man, Harry.” Nasta encouraged. “I’m sure if anything at all happens then Marianna will inform you, not that I expect anything to happen while we are away, he’s going to be fine and spoilt during his few days with his Grandmother.”

Harry swallowed and slowly held out Braiden again. He pulled his hands away once Marianna had Braiden in her arms so he didn’t snatch him back.

“You do have a bassinet don’t you?” Harry asked suddenly.

“I have Blaise’s old crib. I bought a new mattress just for Braiden and new linens too. He’s going to be fine and he has everything he needs. Stop fretting.”

Harry turned to move away, but turned back to Braiden, the little suitcase that Blaise and Nasta had packed for him and the nappy bag by Marianna’s feet, and kissed those little cheeks and mouth again.

“Nasta, be a dear and take Harry for the Portkey ride, I’m sure that once he’s away he’ll be fine. It’s always the hardest leaving them for the first time.”

Nasta wrapped Harry in his arms and Harry was almost ashamed to realise that his eyes were burning with tears. He was the one who had wanted this holiday; he had just imagined that he’d be taking Braiden with him.

“It’ll be fine, Harry love, Marianna will spoil Braiden and we are going to spoil you.” Max purred lustily in his ear and it made Harry laugh, before realising that the five of them were going to be in a their own private villa, with no baby, no family, no distractions for long enough that his stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. Perhaps leaving Braiden with Marianna wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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The place they arrived at was dark, but the humid heat made Harry feel like stripping off and running around naked. It was hotter here than it was in Britain and France; they had been told by Marianna that it was eleven in the night in Guadeloupe. It was no wonder that Marianna insisted that they get up early and arrive at her house at three in the morning. They were all tired, but after they had eaten, they were going straight to the hotel and to bed, so they could get their bodies in time with the local time.
Draco led the way around from the dark corner the Portkey had dumped them and they found the restaurant quickly.
Nasta did all of the talking in rapid French that only Blaise could keep up with and they were quickly led to a beautiful table that seated five, with a gorgeous view and Harry made sure he had the seat closest to the window so he could peek over his shoulder and look outside.

“I bet it’s even more gorgeous when the sun is rising.” He said wistfully.

“Before we leave, you will see a sun rise and a sun set.” Max promised, leaning over to nibble on his neck. This holiday was bringing out Max’s more passionate side and he was wasting no time in showing it.

“Behave!” Nasta chastised as they were given menus and asked to order drinks.

Harry heard the word champagne and heard Nasta quickly decline before ordering them all fruit drinks and glasses of water.
Harry sucked on his straw from his fancy glass with the little green umbrella and he grinned as Blaise looked at his drink in disgust.

“You could have at least allowed us one glass of wine with dinner.”

“While Harry is pregnant we will support him through his non-alcoholic diet.” Nasta said simply.

“I don’t mind you drinking alcohol.” Harry said. “I never liked the taste of it anyway, I was never refined enough to enjoy it.”

Harry indicated with his glass to Draco and Blaise, who were both grumbling snobbishly to one another about not being allowed wine when they had been allowed one glass with dinner since they were twelve.

Nasta chuckled. “I just didn’t want them drinking so soon, love. Not when we’re going straight to bed after dinner. Do you need help with your menu? It’s all in French.”

“Please. I want something with pasta.”

“They boast a lovely ravioli.” Nasta told him.

Harry grinned. “I’ve never had ravioli.”

“Never?” Max asked scandalised. “I’ve never made ravioli for you?”

“No.” Blaise answered. “I didn’t know you could make pasta from scratch.”

“Of course I can!” Max said scandalised. “I made that lasagne from scratch. I’ll make you some when we get home, love. I can’t believe you’ve never tried it.”

Harry frowned and looked down at the table top.

“I’ve never tried a beef burger.” Nasta said casually, though he was looking at Harry whilst pretending to peruse the menu. He saw Harry’s head come up and he felt better that he had saved the mood of the night.

“You’ve never eaten a burger?” Draco asked.

“I’m surprised that you have.” Nasta answered.

Draco actually went pink. “Blaise and I…we were in between our fourth and fifth year at Hogwarts, we went to a nearby town in Wiltshire and we saw a Muggle stand. We were hungry and it smelt nice.”

Harry actually laughed at how embarrassed Draco sounded at confessing to eating a burger from a vendor.

“I had a burger once.” Harry told them. “Uncle Vernon bought one for himself and Dudley and the nice man handed me one before Uncle Vernon could whisk me away. I didn’t like it much, it made me feel sick from all the oil and grease, but the onions were nice.”

His mates were saved from answering by the appearance of their server, who took their orders, topped up their glasses and then the mood was saved as the awkward tension passed when Harry almost climbed over the back of his chair because an iguana passed in front of the window.

“Sit down, Harry.” Nasta said, but he was laughing so much he could have said almost anything to Harry, who was trying to follow the iguana through its procession through the windows.

“What is it?” Harry asked as he looked at the funny lizard as it cocked its head at him. Harry did the same and heard not only his mates laughing but other diners too.

“It’s an iguana, Harry.” Blaise told him.

Max came and lifted him back into his chair, but Harry still tried to crane his neck to search for the errant iguana.

“You’ll see plenty of them on Guadeloupe, apparently they roam wild.” Draco said as he read through the file that Marianna had given them. “There are also wildlife parks and aquariums if you’d like to see some animals.”

“Can we, please?” Harry asked excitedly.

“Of course we can.” Nasta answered as he sucked twice on his straw of fruit juice.

“You look sexy doing that.” Harry whispered loud enough for their table to hear. “I can suck better than you though.”

“Oh, you think so do you?” Nasta challenged, his voice dipping lower.

Harry chuckled, his voice deeper than it had been in a while. He almost couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel room, he was almost tempted to say fuck the dinner, fuck me instead, but he didn’t as his stomach grumbled under the table. He’d eat dinner first; he’d need the energy for later.
Harry’s mouth watered as he was served his meal and he ate happily, making sure he tasted everything. He even took the forkful of food that was offered to him by Nasta.

“That’s nice.” He said. “What is it?”

“Trout meunière.” Nasta answered with a perfect accent that he didn’t usually have.

“Nothing can compare to Max’s cooking, but this comes close.” Harry flattered, looking at Max through his eyelashes as he put more of his ravioli on his fork before putting it to his mouth.

“So you’re saying my cooking is better than a real chef’s creation in their area of specialty?” Max asked. “You are so getting it tonight.”

Harry laughed even as he twitched in his loose linen trousers and his stomach clenched in arousal. He couldn’t wait for later.

“Won’t it hurt the baby?” Draco asked.

“No.” Harry replied immediately. “You wouldn’t even know I was pregnant if it wasn’t for Claire. With Braiden it took eleven days before I was dragged to Madam Pomfrey and she told me that I was pregnant. Braiden was fine with all the sex we had for those eleven days and even after! I swear if you try and deny me sex I will tie you down, suck you hard and fuck myself on you.”

“You promise?” Blaise whispered lustily.

Harry had trouble swallowing and took a deep drink of his fruit drink, sucking exaggeratedly on the straw and hearing four muffled growls around him.
They were offered a dessert menu when their main plates were cleared away and before any of the others could decline; Harry took a menu and asked Nasta to translate it for him.

“Don’t you want to get to the hotel quicker?” Blaise asked one hand disappearing under the table to give himself a short, subtle tug as his smart trousers restricted his blood flow.

“I want to fill up first.” Harry said teasingly. “I have enough room for dessert, plus I could use the extra energy, we all could.”

“However much you want to eat.” Draco agreed as he looked at his own dessert menu. He luckily knew enough French to translate himself, which left Nasta to help Harry and Blaise to help Max.

“What are sorbets?” Harry asked.

“It’s frozen, but it’s made with egg whites and fruit purees, so it’s a healthier choice for a dessert.” Nasta said approvingly.

“I want a mango sorbet and a passion fruit one!” Harry exclaimed.

“I want the coconut sorbet.” Draco decided.

“Papaya sorbet.” Max said with a grin.

“Let’s get one of each sorbet then and share them.” Nasta suggested. “That way we can try them all.”

Nasta gave their order and it wasn’t long before a selection of the frozen, ice cream like desserts were placed on their table. Only they weren’t creamy at all, they were ice, bursting with flavour and very delicious and refreshing.
Harry’s favourite was definitely the strawberry sorbet and particularly the lime one, while Nasta preferred the coconut. Max liked the mango and Blaise favoured the passion fruit. Draco enjoyed them all except for the guava sorbet. None of them much liked the guava sorbet or, strangely enough, the raspberry sorbet, which Draco loved.
They all fed one another and enjoyed themselves immensely. They were all done and finished and Nasta asked the server to have their car bought around as he paid for their meals. Harry still couldn’t believe that Marianna had hired them a car.
Harry yawned and leaned against Draco, his seat belt securely on as he kept his eyes peeled open to see the beautiful place they were in, but it was now nearing one in the morning and it was dark.

“We’ll see more in the morning, cariad.” Nasta told him.

Harry hummed, but kept his eyes open. He was semi-hard and he wanted to do something about it with his four lovers as their baby was being looked after by Marianna.

“Do you think Braiden is alright?” He couldn’t help asking.

“I’m sure he is just fine, Harry.” Max told him.

“Of course he is.” Nasta told him. “Blaise turned out fine didn’t he? And it’s always said that grandparents are more patient and more careful with their grandchildren than their children. You always look after something more carefully if it isn’t yours.”

Harry smiled as the pressure released from his gut. He hated feeling that Braiden was going to be distressed without him.
They arrived at the hotel they were staying in and Harry almost lost his breath. It was beautiful. It looked like a jungle, full of trees and flowers and plants, with little bungalow cum villas studded around, held off the ground by stilts and close together, but far enough apart for privacy, Harry grinned as he realised that their neighbours weren’t going to be able to hear him scream tonight whether they used silencing charms or not.
They arrived at the front desk and Max got the key to their own villa. The hotel staff were lovely, though one of them kept darting their eyes up to his forehead, Harry took this to be the magical resident staff on duty. Their suitcases were already in their villa, like Marianna had said they would be and Harry darted around exploring everything in their villa, watched by his amused lovers who occasionally had to remind him not to run and to be careful.
The bed was huge with white linens with red borders, it looked like two king beds pushed together, magic had had a hand in its creation. The bedroom opened up onto a large decking balcony via a sliding glass door that had a gorgeous view of the ocean and the beach and as Harry was stood by the railing, looking over, arms encircled his waist and lips were pressed to the nape of his neck.
Blond hair blew in front of his eyes from the ocean breeze and Harry turned his head to kiss a bicep.

“It’s gorgeous here, Draco.” He said softly.

“I’m sorry I tried to stop you from coming here. I had no idea how miserable you were until I saw your face light up in the restaurant.”

“I wasn’t miserable, just a bit…stifled. Suffocated. I needed a bit of room to move and instead of giving me that room; you’ve given me an endless expanse of space to stretch in.” Harry answered throwing his arms wide. “This place is better than I could have ever imagined! This is going to be a perfect first holiday!”

Draco turned him around and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips soundly.

“I love you and I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you at all since our mating. I love you.”

Harry went onto his tip toes and put his arms around Draco’s neck, squeezing tightly and trying to offer himself as comfort.

“Let’s go to bed to reaffirm just how much we love one another.” Harry purred into one of Draco’s perfect ears. “Let me show you how much you’re forgiven and how very much I love you.”

Draco chuckled deeply and let Harry lead him back into their bedroom where Max and Nasta were checking through their suitcases.
Harry spun Draco around and shoved him onto the bed beside Blaise before climbing onto him and kissing him, little hands burrowing under the shirt that Draco was wearing to play with pretty pink nipples.

“Hey! Not starting without us are you?” Max asked, a naughty grin on his face as he watched Harry attack Draco’s mouth with a little tongue and a whole lot of vigour.

“You’re here aren’t you?” Harry asked breathlessly, leaning back down to attack that perfect, pale neck with his teeth.

Draco, fed up of lying on his back, rolled Harry over and took over his mouth, his hands shredding the shirt that Harry was wearing before roving over every inch of bared flesh. Harry couldn’t hold in the moan that came from the back of his throat.
Draco pulled back from him and ripped off his own shirt, his muscles rippling under his pale, perfect skin. Draco threw the, now buttonless, shirt aside before leaning down to claim Harry’s mouth as his own once more. Harry’s legs slipped around Draco’s hips and the heels of his feet dug into the base of his spine, forcing his hips to push forward into Harry, who moaned again at the contact.

“I feel left out.” Blaise said a hint of a bass growl in his voice that sent a spike of arousal through his ears and down to his aching cock.

“It’s been too long!” Harry groaned.

“It’s been less than a week.” Max replied incredulously. “My chest still doesn’t feel right.”

“Stop talking and kiss me!” Harry demanded and Max fell to his knees beside the bed, pulled Harry’s shoulders to the edge of the bed so his head was hanging over it before giving him such a passionate, dominating kiss that Harry’s toes curled.

Draco untied the sash that was holding up his linen trousers, unzipped them and tugged them down his legs, kissing them as he went.
A hiss had Harry breaking away from Max to look over at Blaise, who was straddling Nasta’s lap, naked from the waist up, having his neck and ears nibbled and bitten.
Max pulled his hair until he was once again hanging over the edge and all the blood rushed to his head before a tongue was shoved down his throat.
Draco’s tongue and teeth licked and nibbled up the arch of his little foot and Harry almost kicked his nose as it tickled him. Draco yanked him halfway down the bed and Max crawled up to join them, taking off his shirt and undoing his trousers as he went, taking a push up stance over Harry’s head and chest before leaning down to kiss him again.
Harry’s hands took fistfuls of Max’s short, but thick brown hair and tugged mindlessly on it as Draco sucked on his inside thighs, making a soft sound slip from his throat.
The bed creaked as Nasta fell onto it, pinning Blaise down to the bed, undoing both of their trousers at the same time before yanking Blaise’s off of his legs, taking his black boxer-briefs with them.

“Will this bed hold all of our weights?” Harry asked.

“I could reinforce it if you’d like.” Nasta offered his voice so deep it was almost guttural.

“No, a part of me is insanely curious as to whether it can actually support all of our weights or not.”

That made them all chuckle, except for Draco, who was moving his mouth higher and higher up his thigh, getting closer and closer to his groin.
Harry’s breath hitched as Draco’s tongue dipped into the crease made by his thigh meeting his groin.

“Please.” He whimpered and Max chuckled into his ear, before licking it teasingly.

Nasta shoved both Draco and Max off of him, to twin growls and hisses, before dragging Harry to lay right next to Blaise, turning them to face one another, before lying behind Blaise and inching his hand between their bellies. A moment later Harry felt that strong, calloused hand brush his cock and he mewled as Blaise hissed.
Draco licked a wet, wonky line over his shoulder and Harry wondered where Max had gone when he felt a large hand pushing him to twist his hips further forward and more into Nasta’s hand, exposing his bum.
Blaise took over his mouth as Nasta stroked the both of them with one hand; his other hand supporting his heavy body on his side, Draco moved over his shoulder up his neck and over his cheek as Max exposed his entrance before leaning down to lick at it.
Harry felt his heart lurch into his chest as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he almost bit Blaise’s tongue off as his jaw twitched.
Max continued licking and nibbling on his skin and Harry’s legs spasmed as he threw his head back, not even feeling any pain as his skull made contact with Draco’s. The blond cursed and ducked his head down to nibble his neck, out of the way of Harry as he threw his head back once again as Nasta’s fist clenched tighter around him and Blaise.

“Max. Now!” Harry ordered.

Max chuckled. “Not even close to now, Harry.” He answered, slipping a finger inside of him.

Harry thrusted forward into Nasta and Blaise, arching his back around Draco as Max stroked his insides.

“Now!” He demanded again and Max bent down to bite into the soft flesh of his side.

“You better give him what he wants because if he head butts me again I’m going to lose consciousness.” Draco murmured twisting a little nipple between strong fingers, Harry made an odd choked moan and a shiver stole through his entire body, a warmth taking him over coming from his belly under the quadruple assault of having his prostate stroked, his cock squeezed, his nipples twisted and his mouth dominated.

Harry threw his head back as every muscle tensed as his orgasm stole over him so powerfully that his scream was a silent, open mouthed strain of every muscle in his body, unable to see, unable to breathe in, unable to make a sound as he waited for it to ride out and pass.
He sunk boneless into the bed and he just laid there, listening to Blaise and Nasta turn on each other, snarling and frotting with one another as their own orgasms built. Max was still down by his legs, working more fingers into him, but Harry had no energy to even move past a muscle twitch, though when Max brushed his prostate he let out little whimpers and half moans as his body moved feebly.
Max’s fingers slipped out and Harry fully expected his cock to be pushed into him, instead he got Max’s tongue again and a bite to his left bum cheek that made him yelp in surprise.
Max licked and sucked him until Harry was writhing and fully hard once again and reaching hands out to grasp fistfuls of blanket, just for something to tug on.
Harry twisted the top of his body away from Blaise and Nasta, laying on his stomach, his head facing out towards the sliding glass doors and he found Draco tugging on himself behind him, getting himself hard again after his recent orgasm. Harry gripped the waistline of his open trousers and tugged it with all his might and sent Draco tumbling sideways, Harry gripped his blond hair and smashed their mouths together, biting and sucking on those lips and tongue, rubbing his fully hard erection into the bed spread, making little mewling noises.
Draco sat up and pulled Harry away from Max’s tongue, before Harry could figure out what was going on and where the nice sensations had gone, Draco had shoved his trousers out of the way, yanked his boxers down and was inside of him and his back bowed at the even nicer sensations of having Draco fully inside of him.
Draco rested his forehead against his shoulder as Harry gripped his blond hair and squeezed it tightly between his clenched fingers, a continuous groan coming from the back of his throat as Draco pulsed inside of him.
Draco moved then, shifting his hips backwards before pushing them forwards and Harry got the message and moved with him. In this position Draco couldn’t do much and that suited Harry just fine as he picked up the pace and pulled Draco’s head, by his hair, to press their mouths together as he raised and lowered himself from his knees faster and harder.
Harry’s inside muscles clenched as Draco hit his prostate and Draco growled viciously and one hand slid from his hip to the back of his head to grip his hair, meshing their mouths together, pressing Harry’s head hard against his own as he bucked his hips underneath him more frantically.
Harry felt his second orgasm building and he pulled his fists, still clenching Draco’s hair, outwards, strands coming off in his fingers as his back slowly arched until it was fully bowed and the red heat in his belly exploded and turned his vision white as his scream bounced off the walls.
Max shoved him forward with such force that Draco fell backwards. Max lined himself up and pushed himself inside slowly. Draco was soft so it was easier than if they had both been hard, but Harry made a small pained sound regardless. Two hands touched him in exactly the same place, but on opposite sides of his body, Draco rubbing his lower stomach soothingly and Max his lower back, easing his muscles to relax so the pain lessened.
Harry breathed deeply as it helped with the pain and when Max slipped into him fully, he felt Draco swelling. It was a tight, tight fit and Harry shivered as every nerve ending in his body tingled.
Max moved to a brutal pace, his end already almost upon him from watching Harry and Draco together and Nasta and Blaise near the head of the bed.
Harry felt the white wash of fluid inside of him and Max fell backwards, sated, slipping out of him, leaving only Draco, who pulled his legs out from under him, pinned Harry down onto Max and started fucking him.
Harry dug short fingernails into Draco’s shoulder and pushed his hips up hard into Draco’s, making it easier for the blond to push in and out of him, allowing him to thrust harder and faster.
Harry panted as Draco grunted; sweat beading on his forehead, dripping down to land on Harry’s cheek. He poked his tongue out to taste those beads of sweat and enjoyed the salty, musky taste on his tongue.
Draco quivered and with a short grunt and a shudder that wracked his whole body and tensed every muscle, he flooded Harry’s insides and caused Harry’s orgasm to take him over.
When he could see and hear again, Harry was cuddled on Max’s chest, watching a threesome of limbs belonging to Nasta, Draco and Blaise and trying to make sense of it. It was only when he realised that Nasta was fucking Draco and Blaise was fucking Nasta that his brain made sense of what his eyes were seeing.

“That is fucking hot.” Harry exclaimed.

“Not as hot as watching you and Draco go at it. I thought you were going to milk him dry and then kill him.” Max chuckled, his throat raw.

“Whose cock have you been deep throating?” Harry teased.

“Nasta’s.” Max answered back, surprising Harry who hadn’t meant it seriously.

“I missed that.” Harry pouted.

“You missed a lot when you were engrossed with Draco.” Max grinned.

Harry looked at Draco as he was being fucked by Nasta, that strong face tinted a delicate pink, his mouth opened in pleasure, but clenching now and then into a snarl, fingernails leaving bleeding crescents in Nasta’s shoulders as he tried to move under him but couldn’t as Nasta’s hips were pinning his own to the bed.
Nasta shuddered as Blaise yanked his hips back forcibly, changing the position and angle of himself inside Nasta and Harry licked his lips with a dry tongue; his mouth was like ash or sand.
Max sat him up and knelt behind him, leaning down so his mouth was next to his ear.

“Gorgeous together aren’t they?” He whispered. “It gets me all hot and bothered to know that Nasta is fucking Draco only with the spit from my own mouth.”

Harry made a little sound and his hand almost automatically slid to his cock, tugging and pulling on it. Max chuckled deeply in his ear and Harry’s eyes closed and his mouth opened.

“Open your eyes, Harry. Watch them, they’re about to reach their peak. Watch their expressions, see the pleasure on their faces, hear their screams and growls, see the lust and love in their eyes.”

Harry peeled his eyes open, but he couldn’t open them fully as Max’s hand closed over his own, squeezing tighter and moving his own hand faster as they watched Blaise, Nasta and Draco move together and against one another, getting faster and more vicious as their orgasms approached.
Blaise released first with a growl that almost took Harry with him, Nasta followed and Harry saw for the first time how the muscles in his stomach and legs tensed when he orgasmed. Draco followed with a scream and Harry let himself go into Max’s hand.
Max twisted his slack head around and kissed him, his strong tongue trying to coax Harry’s wet and lax tongue into a battle that Harry was feeling too drained to give him.

“Come on, love, work with me here.” Max purred. “You can’t be tired already, I promised I’d give you one for your flattering comment in the restaurant and I mean to keep my promise.”

Harry turned around and straddled Max, pushing all of his weight onto him, but Max held him as if he wasn’t even there, not letting Harry take control as he wanted to and forcing his tongue into Harry’s mouth, stroking the inside of his mouth, licking over his teeth and the roof of his mouth.
Max pulled him up, one large hand cupping a bum cheek before sliding Harry down onto himself and grunting at the tight heat that suddenly surrounded him.
Harry fought against Max, trying to set the pace and the rhythm, but Max held his hips tightly, encircling the small, protruding bones with his large hands, moving him against his will to the pace he wanted and Harry was frustrated and he tried to move himself using Max’s shoulders for leverage, but Max just tipped him backwards, spreading him onto the duvet and using one hand to pin his hips and the other to pin his wrists, leaving Harry only what little movement his legs could give him.
Max started out slow and soft, but when Blaise crawled over and decided to take advantage of Max’s position to slip himself inside of the larger man, he got rougher and harder and faster and when Blaise started hitting that spot inside of him, Max got brutal and Harry couldn’t catch his breath and he couldn’t move, he just lay there and let Max take control of him, hitting inside of him so hard and so deeply the air was knocked out of his lungs with every powerful thrust.
Harry’s orgasm washed over him so suddenly and so quickly that he had no time to prepare for it and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and everything was so violent that he blacked out.
Harry came back to someone stroking his face. Smiling, green-hazel eyes were looking down on him and Harry grinned goofily up at Nasta, sitting up with a hand behind his back to see a sight that made him burst out laughing, even as his cock gave a feeble twitch.
Max had been pushed off of the bed, pinned down by Draco who was fucking him with every muscle in his body as Blaise held Max’s head down on his cock with both hands.

“I think the way they ganged up on poor Max showed real intellect.” Nasta said with a chuckle. “Actually convincing him that he was going to dominate them, only for them to turn around and force him to submit. Not that he’s complaining, not with Blaise shoved down his throat at any rate.”

“He’s alright though isn’t he?” Harry asked a bit concerned as Max made a choking, hacking noise around Blaise.

“He’s fine. Look at how big and powerful he is, Harry, if he really, truly wanted to get out of that situation then he could very easily. He’s fine.” Nasta assured, before kissing him.

“Can I have you?” Harry asked a bit timidly.

“Are you asking or telling?” Nasta replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Asking I guess.” Harry answered softly.

“You know what they say, Harry, if you need to ask…” Nasta trailed off, his one eyebrow still raised.

Harry grinned as he understood what was being said and he pulled Nasta into a passionate kiss, being spurred on by the noises coming from the floor.
Harry gently put Nasta’s body into the position that he wanted him in, that large, powerful body being moulded like clay in his smaller hands, Nasta allowing him to move his body where he wanted it, chuckling every now and then as Harry moved him into an awkward or near impossible pose.

“Show me what you can do, cariad.” Nasta rumbled.

“I can do better than last time.” Harry said with a small giggle, his hands going to his nearly flat stomach. “I don’t have a beach ball inside of me anymore. Not yet.”

Nasta pulled him down and kissed him gently as Harry took the bottle of lubricant that only Max had had the forethought to pack in his suitcase, but then Max was very dirty minded and likely thought that they wouldn’t care if it was Marianna’s home or not and they would spend the night’s fucking in Blaise’s old bedroom.

“You don’t need to bother stretching me.” Nasta told him with a smile. “I’ve had Blaise and Draco inside of me already.”

“Not Max?”

Nasta chuckled. “He wanted to but I shoved that whining mouth down over my cock instead. He needs to learn not to speak so much.”

Harry chuckled as he looked to where Max’s mouth was busy once again. He wondered what it felt like to have Max’s mouth completely over himself and he vowed to find out before they went back home.
Harry slicked himself up with Max’s favoured lubricant that smelt of something called ylang ylang and slipped himself carefully into Nasta.

“You’re so tender hearted.” Nasta told him slightly breathlessly. “Draco and Blaise just shoved themselves in like I was nothing more than a blow up doll; you take care when you don’t need to. I’m not going to be hurt, Harry.”

Harry smiled and kissed Nasta’s mouth. “I’m not being careful because I think I’ll hurt you.” He said. “I’m being careful because I love you and I want to make love to you and not just fuck you. I want you to remember our first times together, both the first time you took me and the first time I took you, forever. I never want you to forget, so I’ll be careful and gentle because none of the others have.”

“Oh, Harry, I’d remember this night if you took me with a bulldozer.”

“I’ll take you like a bulldozer if you’d want.” Max offered, his voice strained and his throat red raw, but he was grinning and smiling, a drop of white fluid clinging to the corner of his mouth. Draco leant forward and licked that drop off and kissed Max deeply, sharing the taste of Blaise’s cum.

Blaise was flat out on the floor, looking to be unconscious, but he was breathing deeply and evenly, even if he wasn’t moving. Max looked relaxed and sated and Draco was almost boneless with content. He was panting harshly and even as Harry watched he flumped backwards with his eyes closed and stayed there. Max joined him with a groan.
Harry turned back to Nasta and laughed, giving his hips an experiment little wiggle and watching as Nasta’s eyes closed.

“You’re right on my prostate.” He moaned, pushing his hips up into Harry’s.

Harry tensed his body and flexed his hips into Nasta, pushing slowly and carefully, trying not to move the angle which he was already at and Nasta tensed under him and let out another soft moan.
Harry gained confidence and moved within Nasta, but a touch to his bum had him pushing in much harder than he had wanted to and Nasta let out a small yelp of surprised pleasure.
Blaise pushed into him and Harry gurgled, even as Nasta clenched tightly around him as Harry was pushed further into his body.

“Blaise!” Harry cried out, even as Nasta nimbly wrapped his legs around both him and Blaise’s bodies and yanked them into him.

Blaise tried to be soft and gentle, but he was too tired for much forethought and he let Nasta do most of the work with his legs. Harry on the other hand, fought against Nasta and tried to set his own rhythm, it ended up making everything so much more pleasurable as Nasta tried to fuck himself on Blaise, to his own pace, but Harry was in between them, going much slower and when Nasta bucked his hips up hard, Harry’s were already pulling back out and it drove Nasta wild.
He moved one hand from where he was propped up on the bed and shoved it through Harry’s hair, tugging it backwards as his head fell back on his neck with a deep groan.
Harry took that to mean that he was doing something right and he moved a hand from Nasta’s hip to stroke him slowly and gently, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers before tugging on them sharply. Nasta’s hips bucked harshly when he did so and a groan, almost a growl, slipped from Nasta’s throat even as Blaise picked up the pace behind him, slamming into his prostate and making him mewl in the back of his throat.
Harry’s orgasm hit him first and Blaise only seconds after, Nasta went when Harry tugged on his balls a couple more times and squeezed them gently in his palm.
Almost as soon as they had all slipped out of one another and took comfort in the soft bedspread, Nasta grabbed his hips, pulled him straight and pushed into him with a single flex of those powerful hips.
Harry screamed and Draco shot up from the floor, blearily looking around before an amused Max pulled him back down into his arms.
Just like the first time that they had fucked, Nasta started rolling his hips over and over and again, just like the first time, Harry could already feel his orgasm building as those little flexes and body rolls made his body quiver and quake, rubbing against every nerve ending and jabbing his prostate as Nasta used every last ounce of his energy to give him one final release of pleasure.
Harry moved his body onto Nasta, becoming desperate as he felt that crest his orgasm was coming to, felt the edge of his pleasure and he wanted to go over it. Nasta squeezed his hips tighter and started panting slowly, but harshly as he continued rolling his hips, his stomach glistening with sweat as a bead of it rolled down his neck to join others dotted on his chest.
The coil in Harry’s stomach wound tighter, becoming a red hot burn in his body as his muscles danced with pleasure and his back bowed so suddenly that it cracked in several places and his head flew backwards as his limit was reached and his muscles tensed and his inside muscles clenched tightly around Nasta, who fell to his elbows and gave a final roll of his hips before he joined Harry in his pleasure with a grunt and an exhale of air against his neck.
Nasta rode out his orgasm, prolonging Harry’s own as he did so, before he fell sideways, slipping out of Harry’s body and leaving him to pant deeply to try and catch his breath back.
Max stood up and picked up a drowsy, half sleeping Draco from the floor and dumped him on the bed before collapsing onto it himself with a moan.

“Every muscle aches.” He whined, his voice raw.

No one replied, no one could reply. Draco was almost asleep, Blaise was asleep, Nasta was possibly unconscious and Harry was still trying to get his breathing back under his control.
Max moved Nasta in short, sharp tugs and laid him against the pillows, yanking out the duvet as he did so. Nasta groaned and swatted at him proving that he wasn’t unconscious after all. Max bopped Nasta’s head before he pulled Draco, by his arm, to lie against Nasta. Draco hissed sleepily at Max, who bopped Draco’s head too.
Max moved Blaise to lie against Nasta’s other side, Blaise did not wake up. Lastly Max scooped Harry into his arms and flumped down on the bed, holding Harry tightly to his chest, pressing Harry’s back to Blaise’s back, before he reached down and tugged the duvet up to cover them all.

“So much for getting to bed early to rise with the sun to alter our body clocks.” Max rumbled before he moved around to get himself comfortable before he stilled, waiting for exhaustion to take him over so that he could fall asleep.

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Remus smiled as he looked through the pictures of his school days and early twenties. Sirius and James grinning and laughing, Lily smiling as she stroked her baby bump, a toothless, grinning baby boy who was reaching clenching hands towards the camera, James sat behind him holding the little boy under his armpits to prevent him from toppling forward. James had always been so overprotective of Harry it was a wonder he had ever learnt to walk.
He smiled sadly and he wished Lily and James and Sirius could be here now to see how their beautiful baby boy had turned out. Sirius had been hopeless with a baby Harry, but there was no denying that he had seen Harry as much as his own son and later in life, he had given a teenaged Harry sound advice, an ear to listen to him and a body to turn to when things got rough.
He missed them. He missed them dearly and with Harry growing up so fast and off having his own baby, it felt like he was missing everything, that everything was going too quickly for him to catch up with and he hated thinking that Harry was off having sexual relations with men and getting pregnant when he was just seventeen. Even James and Lily had waited until they were twenty and married before planning a baby.
Remus rubbed his gritty eyes and he sighed. He wished with all of his heart that they could be here instead of him. What was he doing with his life? Who did he really have? James and Lily, even Sirius, could have been doing something and been something to someone. Harry deserved them, all three of them, instead he got an old, tired werewolf who was no good to anyone.
Sometimes he dreamed that he had a Wife and children, maybe four. Four seemed like a good number to him. He wouldn’t be a werewolf in his dreams and there would be no danger of hurting or infecting his own children.
Perhaps the dreams were just a by-product of his conflict of opinion with Tonks over her want of a relationship with him, despite him giving her a list of cons against the idea. He wanted what she offered so badly, but how could he ever accept? No matter what he did or how many dreams he had, he was a werewolf, older than her by thirteen years, hated, disgusted, as poor as the most impoverished man, he had only what gold Harry had put into his vault, which made him feel even worse about his situation.
He didn’t deserve Tonks, she didn’t deserve to be hated just for marrying a werewolf, her children deserved better than being ridiculed and bullied because of their Father.
But sometimes, sometimes he wished he could just give in and say yes, that he would stay with her. He would be loyal; he would love her and care for her, even if he couldn’t provide for her. Deep down he wanted children and he wanted a Wife as wonderful as Tonks. He wanted to settle down, but no sooner did he have these thoughts did he push them away in anger. He could never have his dream. It was too dangerous, no matter how much the woman he was coming to love begged him, no matter how much she pleaded and beseeched him to just try, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it to her and he couldn’t do it to himself. It was hard enough to stay strong now, to keep himself away from his dream, to keep her out of harm’s way. If he agreed to ‘just try’ the relationship then he would never have the strength to walk away from her. He was not that strong.
He looked to the grinning baby photos he had of Harry, of which there were numerous, and he smiled. Harry was as close to a son as he was ever going to get and he cherished the memories and the photographs he had of time spent playing and looking after the adorable little boy.
His biggest regret was his weakness after James’ death. Of his selfishness. How he could have treated Harry so poorly was a disgrace and he spoke to James and Lily, asking for forgiveness every night for his abandonment of their fifteen month old son because deep down, he was a very selfish man.
He had left a broken, bleeding, recently orphaned fifteen month old baby that he had sworn to James and Sirius was like his own son because of his own pain. Harry had just lost both of his parents; Sirius had been arrested and thrown into prison. Harry would have been confused, scared, uprooted from his home and all familiar faces and dumped on a family who had neither loved him nor cared for him.
He could have been the only familiar face Harry had, he could have been Harry’s rock, he had been offered a house in the same neighbourhood as Harry, but he had turned it down and he had selfishly cut all ties and run away, cradling his pain and his hurt to his heart.
Harry had looked so much like James, so very much like his Father. Like the brother that he had lost. He hadn’t even been able to look at a photo of Harry, let alone go and see him in person. He hadn’t wanted to see Harry. The pain was unbelievable, his entire pack destroyed in one night, it had hurt. Harry had reminded him so much of James, had looked just like him in miniature form that he had just packed and left, leaving Harry to rot in a cupboard at a place where the people held absolutely no love for him.
He had regretted his selfish decision for years now, ever since he had decided to cautiously peek in on Harry twelve years later when he had briefly taken the Defence Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. He had kept his distance, he had watched him from afar and he marvelled at the amazing person that Harry had become. He looked less like James and more like Lily as he had grown older. He was such a kind, caring, loving boy that Remus had wept over his selfish, cowardly decision to leave the little baby that boy had been behind. Twelve years he had lost. Twelve years where he could have been with Harry every day of his life, where he could have spared him the pain of his childhood. If Sirius had not been sent to Azkaban, no matter how useless he was with children, Sirius would have taken Harry in without having to think about it, he would have taken Harry in despite his looks and resemblance to James, regardless of his own thoughts and feelings and he would have done his best to care and provide for him for the rest of his life.
But not him, oh no, he had run. He couldn’t take the pain, couldn’t get past his thoughts and feelings on the matter so he had abandoned Harry. His best friends’ son and he had never regretted anything quite so much in his life.
This was his punishment, he penance for abandoning Harry. He was miserable now because Harry had spent fifteen years being miserable growing up with the Dursleys, who he had only just found out had been abusing and neglecting Harry since that very first day that he had been left with them, until the day that he had left their care when he himself had picked him up the day after his birthday a year ago.
The shame he felt for leaving Harry to fend for himself, the horror at finding out that the sweet, kind boy he knew had been beaten, starved and locked in a cupboard and who knew what else every day of his life that he was in that house. It made him sick, it made him weep and it made his revulsion at himself hit a new high. He had done that to Harry, he was to blame. He had abandoned that baby boy and as a consequence Harry had been mistreated when if he had had the strength and guts to stay as any other decent person would have, he would have noticed anything amiss with Harry and put a stop to it before it had really even begun. He was to blame and nothing he would ever do would make up for it.

“Remus?”

Startled Remus looked around and hastily wiped the tears from his eyes and face as Tonks stared at him.

“Why are you crying?” She asked softly, coming over to him and taking note of all the photo albums opened to James, Lily, Sirius and baby Harry.

“Oh.” She exclaimed, giving him an understanding smile. She brushed his tears away, but Remus took hold of her hands gently and pushed them away, hating himself further for the hurt look on her face.

“You caught me at a bad time.” He told her, hoping that she would leave, but a part of him didn’t want her to leave, not truly.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days; I thought I’d pop around to see if you’d given anymore thought to what I asked you.”

“I keep telling you, Tonks. I’m too old for you. Too poor and a werewolf besides.”

“I keep telling you that I don’t care, Remus. I’m an adult woman now, I can make my own decisions and I have made up my mind!” Tonks told him, brushing bubble gum pink hair out of her eyes.

“My mind hasn’t changed.” Remus told her, shoving down the part of him that wanted to take her into his arms, kiss her breathless and never let her go.

“Have you even thought about it?” She asked.

‘Only every single day.’ He thought, but out loud he simple said. “There is nothing to think about, Tonks. The sooner you let it go, the happier you’ll be and then you’ll realise what a mistake you are trying to make.”

Tonks made and angry frustrated noise, her hands making a sharp, chopping motion as her fingers clenched, like she wanted to hit him, or perhaps throttle him, but she did neither as she stepped right into his personal space. For one moment he thought that she was going to punch him square in the face, he would have deserved it, but she seized his head between her hands and yanked his face to her own into a demanding, fierce and violent kiss full of desperation and determination. She was never going to give up and as Remus slid his arms around the back of her slim body, pulling her towards him to crush her body against his, he thought that maybe it actually was a good thing that the Black family were all hard headed, steel willed and stubborn to a fault.

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Harry blinked open his eyes and wondered sluggishly what had woken him. He listened and he could hear birds singing and nothing seemed amiss. Except he could only hear four sets of breathing noises.
Harry bolted upright and looked around him frantically, he was in Draco’s arms, Max behind him; Nasta was behind Draco and Blaise on the other side of Nasta. His baby wasn’t here. He couldn’t hear Braiden breathing or crying. His baby was gone.
Harry looked around the room and he didn’t recognise anything, the bright, retina burning sunlight that poured through the sliding glass doors lit everything up in a golden glow and as Harry spotted the ocean through those doors, he remembered. Marianna had Braiden. She had sent them to an island called Guadeloupe for a holiday before they went back for their final year of school.
He breathed in deeply and massaged his chest before getting out of bed. His entire body ached pleasantly and every muscle burnt with strain, but he felt loose and nimble. More relaxed than he had in months.
He cleaned himself off in the sink, dressed and headed to the fireplace in the living room, to the pot of floo powder they had been given by the wizard hotel staff on duty last night; he wanted to visit Braiden to make sure he was alright.
He stopped as something niggled the back of his mind before remember what had happened the last time he had done this. He put the pot of floo powder down before he trekked back into the bedroom.
He kneeled on the bed and touched Nasta’s shoulder, shaking him gently and carefully so he didn’t wake up any of the others.

“Nasta!” He whispered urgently. “Nas!”

Nasta groaned and rolled over, but this had the fortune of waking up Blaise, who blinked sleepy indigo eyes at him.

“What’s the matter, mio amore?” He asked softly as he rolled onto his back and stretched, every bone in his body cracking as Blaise made a sound of happy pleasure, sinking back into the mattress.

“I want to visit Braiden, but thought I’d better tell one of you where I’m going first.”

Blaise nodded and sat up. He stretched again, this time without his bones cracking and he stood up. He leant over the bed and licked Nasta’s ear, who murmured in his sleep. Blaise bit his ear lobe and Nasta’s hazel eyes snapped open and he glared at Blaise over his shoulder.
He rolled onto his back and stretched, much like Blaise had; only he didn’t sit up.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he spotted them both, his voice gruff and sleepy.

“Harry wants to visit Braiden; he wanted to tell you where he was going. I’ve decided to go with him.”

The proud, happy smile that Nasta gave him made Harry feel tingly and warm. Nasta flicked his head towards the living room.

“Go on then, don’t be too long though, I want these two up, I want us all dressed, fed and showered and I want to see what this place has to offer.”

“Haven’t you ever been to Guadeloupe?” Harry asked curiously, Aneirin had told him that he had taken Nasta to every country in the world at least twice.

“Never Grande-Terre, where we are now. I’ve been to Marie-Galante several times, Basse-Terre once, but Dad’s associates here were never very accommodating of three kids and didn’t like Dad visiting for very long, he was only invited to the very important meetings that never lasted very long, it didn’t leave much time for exploring and I have never see the eastern half of the butterfly island or Les Saintes.”

Nasta sounded so excited that Harry chuckled. “I just want to see how his first night was without me and maybe feed him as I cuddle and cwtch him.”

Nasta chuckled as he heard the Welsh word and beckoned him over. Harry went and was dragged into a passionate kiss as Blaise hurriedly dressed himself.
Harry and Blaise flooed back to Draguignan and found Marianna blowing raspberries on a pudgy belly.

“There you are. I was expecting you an hour ago.” She told them as she handed Braiden over immediately.

Harry cuddled and kissed his contented son, whose blue eyes were now more purple than blue and tracked his face almost obsessively as Harry held his baby up to eyelevel. It was strange having his face studied so intently by such a young baby but Harry smiled widely and hugged the tiny body to himself regardless.

“Was he alright?” Harry asked.

“He was fine, darling. He takes after Blaise. Such a good, quiet baby. He only cried twice, once after you had left until he fell asleep and then at one in the morning for a bottle.”

Harry looked at Marianna. “He cried after I left?”

“He missed you, darling, all babies miss their Mothers. He soon settled down, he’s fine now and slept happy. How was your first night on Guadeloupe?”

“It’s lovely.” Harry replied, accepting the bottle that Marianna passed him and fed Braiden, who latched on immediately and started eating.

“I was hoping for you to come by soon, I didn’t feed him his midmorning bottle because I thought you would like to.”

“He hasn’t gone hungry has he?” Harry asked.

“Of course not, he started wailing for food just before you arrived, I was cheering him up by blowing raspberries on him.”

Harry nodded and fed his little baby, enjoying the weight of him in his arms. Blaise came and stood behind him and wrapped arms around his chest, supporting Braiden as well.
Blaise rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder, watching as Braiden suckled, before turning his head and laying a kiss to Harry’s neck. A camera flashed and Harry looked up to see Marianna smiling, a camera in hand.

“I need to document my son’s happiness.” She explained as they both stared at her. “Speaking of which, I found Blaise’s baby photos for you, Harry darling. You and your lovers can come and look through them when your holiday is over.”

“Mother, no!” Blaise cried.

“You can’t deny your mates the privilege of seeing how cute you were running around the house naked.”

Blaise actually blushed and Harry threw his head back and laughed.

“If it makes you feel better I’ll contact Narcissa, Myron and Aneirin and ask them for a get together to show all of their baby pictures too.”

Harry felt left out that he couldn’t be included in the showing of baby photos as he didn’t have any parents and the people he had been left with hadn’t taken any photos of him ever. The only photos he had with a baby him in them were one with both his parents and one with his Father. There weren’t any more.
He smiled bravely and burped Braiden, happily changing him and dressing him, before Blaise said that it was about time they got back. Harry held Braiden and kissed him, but found it hard to let him go when it came to it.
Marianna took the baby and Blaise led him back to the fireplace and flooed him back to their hotel to find Nasta up, dressed and fed, watching over a grumbling Max who was poking at his breakfast and a half asleep Draco, who was eating a bite every other minute.

“There you are. How is Braiden?” Nasta asked.

“He’s fine. He’s bigger and his eyes are more purple, but he’s fine.” Harry answered, sitting down and digging into his breakfast.

“I don’t see why we have to get up.” Draco grumbled, putting another forkful of food into his mouth and chewing sluggishly.

Max seemed to have woken up a bit over breakfast, but Draco looked half dead and Harry grinned as he finished his food and stretched.

“Harry, you have food on your arm.” Nasta deadpanned.

“Oh.” Harry exclaimed, looking at the food as if he hadn’t smeared it there himself. “I needed a shower anyway; I’m covered in dry sweat. Come on, Draco, a bit of cold water splashed on your face will wake you up.”

Draco let Harry pull him up and followed him into the bathroom, where there was a toilet, a sink, a bath and a shower stall. It was the shower stall that Harry was the most interested in because it had a solid steel bar running across the top of it for the shower curtain and one simple reinforcement spell meant it was perfect for his naughty thoughts.
Harry stripped himself and Draco looked away.

“Don’t you like what you see?” Harry asked, making his voice seem upset.

“You know I do, but I think my cock is broken.”

Harry laughed and he sauntered over to Draco, playing with him and teasing the bared skin just above the waistband of the boxer shorts he was wearing.
Harry cupped Draco through his boxer shorts and he felt that he was already semi-erect. He grinned.

“I don’t think it’s broken, love.” He purred. “I think it just needs some teasing to get it to come out of its shell.”

Draco’s eyes were dark grey by the time that Harry pushed his boxers down his legs and started playing and touching Draco’s bare cock, which was now hard in his hands. Draco was baby soft, uncut and completely smooth and straight.
Harry fell to his knees and took Draco into his mouth, considering the texture and feel of Draco with his tongue and mouth, even as Draco took hold of his hair and hunched over his head, pushing gently and shallowly into his mouth.
Harry tried to take as much of Draco into his mouth as he could, but he gagged and had to pull back. He had no idea how Blaise had done it, or Max or Nasta did it, but he could not seem to deep throat any of his lovers.
Harry stood back up after teasing and playing with Draco in his mouth for a while and he turned to the shower even as Draco growled and tried to grab him to pull him back. Harry chuckled and shook his head at his blond lover, who growled again, this time angrily.

“Would you prefer just a blow job, or do you want the whole dessert?” Harry asked, indicating himself and the shower, which he turned on and stepped into, not closing the curtain and teasing Draco by running his hands all over his wet body, teasing himself and playing with himself until Draco rushed into the shower and snatched him up into his arms, kissing him and squeezing his bum cheeks.

“There’s no lubricant.” Draco pointed out.

“We have shampoo and shower gel, both work just as well.” Harry answered, snatching up Blaise’s shower gel and handing it to the blond, who flipped the top open and squeezed out a handful before chucking the bottle halfway across the bathroom floor.

Draco didn’t bother stretching him, he just slicked himself up and pushed into him and Harry hissed at the bite of pain, but otherwise he encouraged Draco on.
He unwrapped his arms from Draco’s neck and gripped a hold of the shower rail and grinned cheekily at Draco, who cupped his bum and pushed more fluidly into him, hitting him dead on.

“Do not let go.” Draco ordered as he picked up the pace and started really thrusting into him hard and fast.

Not letting go was the hardest thing that Harry had ever done as his entire body wracked with pleasure and every muscle twitched and tautened and all he wanted to do was let go and claw at Draco with his nails.
His orgasm came quickly and as he screamed his pleasure, the bathroom door burst open and Draco’s orgasm overtook him and he collapsed into the shower, taking Harry and the shower rail with him.
All Harry could hear was running water and Blaise and Max laughing their arses off at them. Nasta gently pulled him out of the shower and handed him to a chuckling Max, who had a towel ready and waiting to wrap him up in while Nasta extracted Draco and the shower rail.

“Seriously, what were you thinking?” Nasta berated them.

“I’m thinking that the reinforcement spell I used needs to be stronger the next time.” Harry answered. “I never let go of it though, Draco.”

Max started laughing again as he towelled Harry’s body dry before his hand stilled on his stomach. All laughter vanished and Harry was up in the air before he could ask what was wrong, Max’s nose and tongue pressed to his abdomen, being licked and sniffed.
Max let out a relieved sigh.

“No sign of damage or injury.” He reported. “The fall never hurt him or the baby.”

“Of course it didn’t, not only did I land on my knees, I landed on Draco.” Harry laughed. He was on too much of a high from everything to even berate Max for sniffing and licking at him without asking first.

“Did you really not get enough action last night?” Max asked. “We’ll have to improve ourselves if we’re going to satisfy our little minx here, lest he start killing us off one by one due to sexual frustration.”

That did get Max a bop to the head, but Max just laughed it off and gave him a kiss, waving his wand to dry his hair and body properly before giving him to Blaise to make sure he got dressed.

“And don’t try having sex on the bedside table! Its spindly legs won’t last a minute.”

“Then why don’t you come and give me one on the bedside table then, you don’t last a minute either!” Harry shouted back and heard Max roaring with laughter from the bathroom.

“Cheeky little fucker!” Max called to him.

“What was that, Max, I didn’t hear you properly, you like fucking my little cheeks?” Harry shouted back.

Blaise let out a surprised burst of laughter and more laughter came from the bathroom as Max came out and started play wrestling with him on the bed, digging gentle fingers into his sides and making his eyes stream with tears as he wiggled and squirmed.

“No! We don’t need this baby having a squirming fetish too!” Harry gasped, giggling as Max stopped tickling him only to lean down and kiss him.

“Nasta says we’re going exploring today. It’s very hot outside so I’m going to cover you in sun cream.”

“Your cum doesn’t count as sun cream mind.” Harry told him.

Max chuckled and snatched up a big bottle of factor fifty sun cream, squirting it onto his hands, rubbing them together before plastering Harry’s naked body with it.

“I’m sure every inch doesn’t need to be covered!” Harry whined as Max had flipped him over after finishing his front and his hands went from his back, over his hips and to his bum cheeks. “When is my bum going to be bared to the sun?”

“You never know.” Max growled in arousal.

Harry tutted and kicked his legs back and forth.

“Are you done yet?” He asked as Max made sure every individual toe was coated.

Nasta dragged Max off and started coating the larger man’s body with the cream, quickly and efficiently, making sure all major areas were covered before shoving him towards his suitcase to get dressed.
Nasta took the excess cream off of Harry and helped him dress in a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, before he finally covered himself and dressed.

“Are we all ready?” He asked.

“Yep!” Harry answered, not even batting an eyelash as Nasta’s hand curled around his own as they left their little villa and started making their way out of the hotel.

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Harry laughed as he was chased onto the white sand of the beach. The sun was just setting and he had had an amazing day exploring Grande-Terre with his lovers. There was so much to see, so many things to do, he had learnt a bit of French, he had witnessed Blaise going into a screaming match in French with a market seller and he had walked down roads and across beaches hand in hand with one of his mates.
Now the day was coming to a close and they were on the private beach of the hotel and it was empty.

“Stop running, Harry!” Max shouted at him.

“I’m fine you spoil sport!” Harry called back as he and Blaise ran side by side, laughing.

Blaise seized him around the waist and pulled him down onto the sand, making sure he landed on his body before rolling around the hot, sun baked, sand laughing.
The others joined them and fell about laughing, even Draco, who after repeating numerous times throughout the day that Malfoys didn’t act like fools Harry had gotten fed up and tipped a bucket of crabs down his back. Draco had chased him for half a mile before Nasta had scooped him up and held him out of harm’s way. Draco had loosened up after that and after Max had pointed out that no one was around to notice a Malfoy acting like a fool in the first place.
Harry made several sandcastles with the bucket and spade that Nasta had gifted to him when they visited Grande Anse and he had called it Castle Dracken, which made his mates laugh even as Max dug him a ‘moat’ around Castle Dracken and Harry made a high tower that was called Braiden’s Bridge.
Harry had loved Grande Anse beach, he had even seen a sea turtle and he had followed it as it made its way to the ocean.
They stayed on the beach watching the sun set down below the horizon and afterwards Nasta carried him back to the hotel because Harry was knackered from his day in the sun. They ate at the hotel restaurant, but Harry waved away the dessert menu, telling the others they could eat more if they wanted, but he was full.
They waved away dessert too and Harry was carried through the ‘jungle’ and up to their villa where Nasta stripped him and tucked him into bed. Harry was asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

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On the second day they visited Maison du Cacao in Basse-Terre for five euros each and it was amazing to walk around the gardens of cacao trees, learning about how cocoa was produced, seeing the green, orange and pink fruits growing from the very top to the bottom of the trees. Having a demonstration of how the ripe fruits were cut from the tree trunks with an axe, being shown how the seeds were fermented under the hot sun to the making of cocoa paste. They were even given a taste, though Harry didn’t need Nasta to wave away the staff when they tried to give him ‘liqueur au chocolat’ as he would have done so himself. He did enjoy the hot chocolate drink though.
Most of their second day though was taken up by the promised visit to Aquarium de la Guadeloupe, which was amazing. Their tour guide was a helpful, friendly man who was almost as indulgent towards him as his own mates as he looked at everything and put his hand into every open tank. They happily visited the mangroves and coral reef and even went snorkelling in the lagoon, which Harry had been sure that he would have been left out of, but Nasta, after looking a tad apprehensive, had agreed to let him try it.
They spent eight hours in the aquarium and with all of the equipment they needed supplied and the exceptional knowledge the staff showed, they hardly wanted to leave, but they were hungry when they came back to Sainte-Anne and Nasta hustled them all into the nearest restaurant and ordered them a filling meal before they headed to back to their hotel.
The third day Harry wanted to go swimming, so they stayed by the hotel swimming pool, Max teaching Harry how to swim as Draco and Blaise messed about near Nasta, who was swimming fast, perfect laps of the pool.

“I can’t do it!” Harry complained as he tried to do as Max showed him whilst watching Nasta’s slick body carve through the water like a fish.

“Stop looking at Nasta’s gorgeous body and concentrate, if you want to swim then do as I tell you.”

“I can’t!”

“Nas! Stop distracting Harry, he’s getting hot and bothered and he’ll drown!”

Nasta finished his lap and stopped, coming up for air and grinning. “Maybe you should take him out of the pool then before he has an accident.”

“I don’t want to leave!” Harry pouted as he did an awkward, very hilarious version of a doggy paddle over to Nasta.

“How did you swim in the Triwizard tournament?” Blaise asked curiously. “You had to go into the lake for the second task.”

“I got given Snape’s stolen Gillyweed and my hands and feet went webbed. I could just scoop the water and move really quickly.”

“Keep your fingers together then.” Nasta encouraged. “It won’t be as big a scoop as when you were under the effects of Gillyweed and you won’t be as fast, but it’ll work.”

Harry kissed Nasta and he did as he was told, but it was slow going as he didn’t use his legs properly to move himself.
Later that night Harry was sat on their bed bouncing up and down, reminiscing all about the things they had done so far. Max placed a hand over his mouth and kissed him.

“Quiet down, we know what happened, we were there. Now shush or I’m going to plug up your mouth.”

Harry chuckled. “Are you going to take advantage of me because Blaise and Draco are showering whilst Nasta bathes?”

Max grinned wickedly and turned over onto his hands and knees and pinned him on either side, leaning down to kiss him.

“I don’t think I’m up for sex, I’m too tired after today and the swimming lessons, but there was something I wanted to try before we left, something that I’ve been thinking about and wondering about for a while now.” Harry said curiously.

“What’s that, love?” Max asked, his voice deepening, his own curiosity piqued.

“Stand up for me.”

Max looked puzzled, but he did as he was asked and Harry crawled to him, undoing his shorts and pushing them and Max’s boxer-briefs, which were a lovely shade of sunshine yellow, down to the floor. Harry played and kissed Max, listening to his growls as he grew hard in his hands.

“Okay, now stay still.” Harry ordered as he took all of the pillows from the head of the bed and set them up in front of Max.

“What are you doing?” Max asked as he stroked himself, watching Harry make a set of stairs with the pillows, starting off with one, then two and finally three resting right up against his body.

Harry settled his bum on the one pillow, eased himself back over the two and let his head and shoulders rest on the pile of three. Max grinned as he saw that Harry’s mouth was now in almost perfect alignment with his hard shaft and he pressed the head of himself against Harry’s mouth.
Harry arched his head back and opened his mouth, letting Max push himself into his mouth. Max took one of Harry’s hands and pressed it against his bare thigh.

“Pinch me if I go too far or if it hurts, love and I’ll pull out.” He assured Harry, who clutched at Max’s thick thigh with a small hand that couldn’t even fit halfway around that thick, solid thigh.

Max pushed slowly and carefully into his mouth, pulling back out to let Harry take in a breath before pressing back in. He got a bit faster when Harry’s saliva covered him and made his passage smoother, when he reached the back of Harry’s throat a shiver went down his back. He had never thought he’d get to do this with Harry, who gagged when any more than the head of a cock was pressed into his mouth.
Harry hummed around him in a short burst and Max clenched his body to stop himself from reflexively thrusting his hips into that wet and warm mouth.
Max put his hands gently on either side of Harry’s face and tilted it further so that his cock went into Harry’s mouth, run over his tongue and straight down his throat, it was an amazing feeling, being so far down that little throat and he moved himself faster and just a bit harder as he moaned happily. Harry panicked and Max was about to pull out when Harry sucked in a deep breath through his nose and calmed himself.
Max kept his thrusts long, but short, not remaining in Harry’s throat for longer than a few seconds at a time and as Harry experimented with humming, swallowing, constricting his throat muscles around him and sending pleasurable vibrations down his shaft, Max lost his control and shoved down Harry’s throat hard as he let go and released his pleasure down Harry’s throat.

“That was a good scene to walk in on.” Draco commented as he walked around the bed to get to his suitcase of clothes.

Harry swallowed obscenely and looked at Blaise who was in the doorway just staring open mouthed and Nasta who shook his head and brushed past Blaise to get his own pyjama bottoms.

“I wanted to try it.” Harry rasped, his throat red raw.

Nasta kissed him and laid him back against the bed, dismantling his pillow stairs to place them back at the head of the bed and crawled in to cuddle around him. Draco cuddled his other side, Blaise crawled in behind Draco and Max fell onto the bed beside Blaise, sated and happy. They all fell asleep quickly and happily.

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The fourth and final day in Guadeloupe was spent exploring. Nasta got them onto a ferry and took them over to Les Saintes and after looking around and buying various little trinkets, they got onto another ferry to go to Terre-de-Haut where they ate lunch at a place called Café de la Marine. Everything was so beautiful, the sky was blue and cloudless, the sea was a deep blue and transparent when up close, the sand was white and hot and everything was so amazing that Harry hardly wanted to leave.
They travelled back to Basse-Terre where they made a trip around the botanical garden named Jardin d’Eau and from there they went to Parc des Mamelles and Harry really didn’t want to leave as they explored all the different animals, crossing bridges that went from tree to tree and over ponds and rivers.
Nasta snapped photos with the camera that had been present throughout their trip and Harry grinned happily and posed for every photo that Nasta took, or he at least posed for the ones that he knew Nasta took, there were some where Harry had been so engrossed in what he was doing or looking at the animals that he didn’t notice the sly photo being taken now and then.
They finished off the day with a tour around the sugar cane factory in Port Louis, in north Grande-Terre which took two hours. Learning how the sugar was grown and its history was so interesting as they walked through the media rooms dedicated to the sugar cane, before going out and exploring the fields, but the highlight for Harry was most definitely taking a trip on the old sugar cane railway.
Harry was sleepy and happy when Nasta led them back to the hotel for dinner and then to bed. They hadn’t stepped foot in the onsite spa, which made Harry grin, his mates were obviously not taking any chances with the steam room.
They all went to bed early and Harry was glad to have had a chance for a holiday, but he couldn’t wait until he was home again with Braiden.

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Harry woke up and stretched, it was still early, the sun had yet to come up and he grinned to himself as he noticed that he had had a pretty damn good dream last night.
His mates were all sleeping soundly and they probably had an hour or so before breakfast was served and they had to leave the hotel, but until then, Harry decided that one last romp in the bed before they left was a very good idea.
Harry took hold of himself and stroked softly, even as he dug the heels of his feet into the mattress and let out a soft sound.
When he was fully hard and aching, he crawled carefully over to Nasta and tipped him onto his back. He sucked on Nasta’s flaccid cock until it started hardening in his mouth. He enjoyed the feel of Nasta in his mouth, the soft skin and the warmth of it. He was so glad that Nasta hadn’t dressed last night before going to bed.
Harry continued licking and sucking softly, running teasing butterfly touches over Nasta’s balls and inside thighs, teasing the soft, dark hairs that grew there.
Nasta murmured in his sleep and his head went from looking at Max, to nuzzling Blaise’s cheek on the other side of his body. Harry smiled around his mouthful and slipped down a bit further, trying not to wake Nasta just yet, but it was difficult as Nasta was not the heaviest of sleepers, already his eyes were moving rapidly under his eyelids as he started the process of waking up.
Harry popped himself off of Nasta and savoured the taste of Nasta’s precum on his tongue. He picked up the bottle of lubricant that was now almost empty after the past couple of days where they had been free to fuck as much as they liked and he squeezed a blob onto his palm, rubbed them together and slicked Nasta up. He used the excess on his fingers to open himself up and he almost cried out in pleasure as he sunk onto two of his own fingers, shivering at the feeling of his own fingers being inside his body.
He didn’t waste too much time stretching himself and he soon pulled his fingers out and crawled over Nasta’s body.
Harry pressed the head of Nasta to his stretched entrance and he applied minimal pressure. Nasta still made a soft noise, which Max echoed. They were speaking to one another in their sleep and Harry wondered what they were saying as he bent further over Nasta and kissed his lips. Those eyes blinked without opening and Harry knew that Nasta was almost awake and that he was likely consciously aware of his surroundings. He rumbled in his chest and Max let out a sleepy grunt.
Harry pressed himself more firmly on Nasta and kissed him again, this time pushing his tongue into a sleep slack mouth.
Hazel eyes blinked open slowly and took in Harry’s laughing emerald eyes from inches away and Nasta groaned, still not fully aware of the position of his body, or Harry’s.

“Time’s it, love?” He asked gruffly.

“I don’t know, a little after six?”

Nasta made a noise and tried to push Harry to the side. “Go back to sleep, love.”

“Sleep is the last thing on my mind.” Harry answered.

Nasta opened his eyes again and it was only then that he seemed to realise what was happening and he fully understand his and Harry’s position and that he was hard and Harry was hard, but he seemed to skip over the fact that Harry was almost being penetrated by him.

“You wanted some fun while all the others are sleeping and you’ve singled me out, why?”

“If you don’t want me then I’ll just leave.” Harry pouted and made to move but Nasta put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down into a kiss.

“I didn’t mean that. Draco and Blaise were both closer to you, why did you come to me?”

“To thank you in a very special way for letting me have this little holiday.” Harry answered honestly.

Nasta looked stunned and Harry took advantage of his surprise and he dropped down onto him completely.

“Holy FUCK!” He shouted and Harry felt so much accomplishment at making the usually quiet and reserved man shout so loudly.

Max darted awake, Draco bolted upright and knocked a suddenly alert Blaise to the floor, but Harry ignored the others as he concentrated on his breathing and on moving up and down on Nasta, who had thrown his head back and screwed his eyes closed as it felt like he was being crushed and compressed to fit inside of Harry’s body.
Harry eased up and sunk back down, his back ram rod straight as he moved his body in a soft, rocking, thrusting motion that had Nasta’s breath hitching and his toes digging into the mattress, his hands gripping Harry’s knees tightly.

“How come I don’t get to wake up like that?” Max pouted through lust blown eyes, his hand in his lap stroking himself slowly.

Harry didn’t answer; all of his focus was on Nasta, who threw his head back when Harry purposefully clenched his inside muscles around him.
Harry ached already, but it was difficult to tell if it was a good ache or a bad ache when he was feeling so much pleasure.
Nasta recovered really well and he started thrusting his own hips into Harry, gripping his thighs tightly, his stomach crunching up as he moved.
Harry’s head fell backwards and Max seized his head, pushing a tongue into his mouth and trying to suffocate him with it as Harry continued to rise and fall on Nasta.
Draco crawled behind him and pressed against Harry’s already full entrance and Harry grumbled deeply in his throat as Draco pushed into his body alongside Nasta.
Max cursed and kissed Draco as desperately as he had Harry, their tongues fighting just behind Harry’s ear and it made him move faster, more enflamed as Blaise crawled onto Nasta’s chest and started kissing him, their own tongues battling and fighting as Nasta and Draco worked together to bring him pleasure.
When Draco hissed, Harry looked over his shoulder to see Max behind him, pushing into him and he groaned, turning back to face Nasta and Blaise, who had turned around to attack Nasta’s mouth.
Harry took a hand off of his own leg and pushed Blaise off of his knees and onto his stomach, belly to belly with Nasta, before tugging his hips until his hard cock brushed between those cheeks. Blaise groaned loudly and bit at Nasta’s lips as Harry spat on his hand, slicked himself up and pushed into Blaise as slowly as he could while he was still bouncing on Nasta, Draco still thrusting into him hard.
All of them moved together or against one another to give and receive pleasure. The smell of sweat and cum soon filled their room along with the light from the sun and the sounds of gasps, groans curses and moans.
Harry mewled when Max gave a particularly vicious thrust that threw Draco into him and him into Blaise, who grunted and shoved himself back onto Harry, who sat down hard on Nasta who snarled and gave a brutal upward thrust, making Harry clench him and Draco tightly and sending Draco reeling back onto Max, who started the circle back off again by slamming into Draco hard.
Harry quivered as the red hot pool in his belly spread out to his entire body, making him spasm and clench every muscle he could control as his orgasm washed over him in a flood of heat, pleasure and a continuous long scream.
Draco went next and Nasta shortly after, which made Harry mewl as his insides were coated by their release. Harry screamed again when Blaise clenched tightly around his softening cock as he orgasmed and Max let out a choked snarl as Draco’s arms tightened around Harry’s waist as Max’s orgasm took over him.
They all fell into a pile and stayed there, breathing deeply and taking comfort from one another’s bodies as they calmed down and enjoyed the feeling of being completely relaxed and pleasured.

“What did we just do?” Draco moaned.

“Celebrated our last time in this bed before we go home.” Harry answered. “We had to go out with a bang.”

“I’m going out with a banging headache.” Blaise complained.

“I have a potion in my suitcase for that, love.” Max said from the foot of the bed, one large arm thrown over his eyes.

“I’m starving now.” Draco told them.

“Me too.” Harry answered. “I don’t think I’ll make it down to the restaurant though.”

“I feel revived and invigorated.” Nasta told them, proving it by standing up and stretching, Blaise’s release clinging to the top of his light six pack, Harry’s on his abdomen where it had slipped out of Blaise and his own and Draco’s release making his soft length glisten.

“You look sexed up.” Harry giggled.

“And whose fault is that?” He asked, raising a sexy eyebrow at him.

Harry laughed and rolled himself up, groaning as his own weight was put on his bum. Nasta chuckled deeply and scooped up him and Blaise too and he carried them both to the bathroom.

“Bring Draco, Max. We need to get them cleaned up before we leave.”

Max groaned but dutifully scooped up an angry Draco and carried him kicking and complaining into the bathroom.

“Stop that.” Nasta ordered Draco as he turned on the shower and stepped under with Harry and Blaise.

Draco stopped reluctantly, but Max did put him down on his own two feet. Blaise too went onto his own two feet, but Harry was content to let Nasta wash and pamper him for a bit.
They made sure everything of theirs was packed and even some things that weren’t as Harry robbed all the little hotel shampoos, soaps, and a flannel with the hotel name printed in the corner for keepsakes.
Nasta and Max carried the suitcases down into the main part of the hotel and left them behind the desk as they went to have breakfast. They went down to the hotel’s private beach after breakfast for the last time and Harry quickly collected another bag of seashells for his already large collection and some pretty pebbles and even a few fossils.

“Don’t you have enough of those?” Draco asked as Harry dug up another shell.

“No, I’ve never been on a beach before we came on this holiday, I love it! We’ll have to go to the beach with the kids when they’re older whether I’m pregnant or not. I love it! The sea, the sand, the shells, the sandcastles, the fun and the sun! I just love it.”

Max scooped him up and kissed him. “We love you, Harry and we’re happy to have given you this experience, even if it should never have been your first time on a beach.”

“Of course we’ll take the kids to the beach.” Nasta told him. “I swear it.”

Harry smiled wonderfully at him and Nasta felt his breath catch as Harry actually glowed with utter happiness. He was almost sad to rip Harry away from this place, but their Portkey would be leaving soon and no matter how much fun and excitement they had had on this holiday, it would be nice to go home and to see Braiden again, he had actually missed waking up in the night with the little boy, the night feeds had become their bonding time and he really had missed it.

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Harry took hold of Braiden and hugged him tightly. He had missed his baby so very, very much. Everyone was there to welcome them home. Marianna had invited them all to her home because she knew that that is where they would come first, because Braiden was here.
Myron, Richard and Ashleigh were hugging Max, Alayla and Talia were grinning as Max blushed. Aneirin had taken Nasta into another room as soon as they had arrived home, leaving Sanex to run wild with Caesar. Narcissa was kissing Draco’s cheek and remarking on his good health and how the sun had done him good and Harry smiled as he held Braiden, wishing deep down that he had a parent to welcome him home from his holiday and ask him how it had been.
A hand landed on his shoulder and Harry turned to see Remus smiling down at him. Harry turned with a grin and hugged him with all his might. Remus may not have been a parent, but he was the closest thing that he had to a family member that he had had when he was a baby.

“You look amazing.” Harry told the man and he really did. His skin and hair looked healthier, he looked happier, he had fewer lines and wrinkles on his face and his robes were nice. Not expensive or lavish, but nice.

Remus smiled and Harry saw the playful man that used to run around on the full moons with three illegal animagus’.

“I’ve been feeling better lately and I’ve been happier.” Remus answered.

“Is there a reason for this?” Harry prodded as he shifted Braiden up onto his shoulder and sat down on the settee.

Remus followed suit and sat down with him, he looked as nervous as Harry had ever seen him.

“I have started seeing someone.” Remus explained carefully, avoiding looking at Harry.

“Really? That’s wonderful! Do I know them?”

“I…yes, you do.”

“I do? It’s not Professor McGonagall is it?” Harry demanded.

“What?” Remus asked with a horrified laugh. “No! No, it’s…well it’s Tonks.”

“Really? Well she seems like a nice enough woman and if you’re happy that’s all that matters, where is she? Why didn’t you bring her?”

“She’s in work today, Harry.”

Harry grinned at the goofy look on Remus’s face.

“You really do love her don’t you? When are you going to get married? I expect an invite for me and the guys.”

“Married? Harry we’ve only just begun a relationship.” Remus said flabbergasted.

“Alright, but remember that anything could happen and it’s always a good thing to marry the woman you love before she gets pregnant, otherwise she’ll just think you’re marrying her for the baby.” Harry replied as he laid his own baby across his lap and tickled his belly.

“What baby? Harry, I’m not sure what you know of relationships, but most do not end up with babies.”

“Really?” Harry asked, pulling a confused face. “Mine did.”

“Well Braiden was a stroke of luck due to your creature inheritance.” Remus said as he took a tiny, baby hand between his fingers. “The book Nasta gave me explained that you wouldn’t get pregnant again right away.”

Harry pulled a face. “Remus, I’m pregnant again. Nine days along.”

Remus looked for a moment like he would faint.

“How?”

“I didn’t so much go onto a heat as my body became heated enough through outside factors to conceive and I did.”

Remus pulled Harry into a hug and held him close.

“It’ll be alright, you’ll be fine.” The werewolf soothed.

“I know. I just didn’t want to be pregnant quite this quickly. I am going to make sure that this baby is the last for a while.”

“Oh, you know it’s only the one then?” Remus asked.

“What do you mean?” Harry frowned.

“Harry, Dracken pregnancies are typically multiple babies. Only the first pregnancy is usually one baby.”

“Kimberly had several single births before…”

“It doesn’t matter; Kimberly is from a whole different generation. She is decades older than you are and the strain of the times and conflict that she was living through would have messed with her breeding and fertility. You on the other hand are a young, virile young man living in a time of peace, there is every chance you are carrying multiple children.”

Harry mouthed wordlessly for a bit before he stood up and strode over to Max, he stood right in front of him and glared up at him.

“What did I do?” He asked as he cowered away from that poisonous glare of his little submissive.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry demanded.

“Tell you what, love? Whatever Caesar has said then it is likely a lie.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that this baby I’m carrying is likely more than one baby?!” Harry snapped.

“It might not be.” Ashleigh told him. “The circumstances under which the baby was conceived might mean that the usual Dracken breeding statistics don’t apply, Harry love.”

“Is there any way to find out?” Harry asked.

“Not before your first scan.”

“Why can’t I have my first scan now?”

“Because you won’t be able to see anything.” Myron told him patiently. “The scan won’t pick up anything visible until the baby, or babies, have had a chance to grow.”

“If I am carrying more than one baby then you and the rest can look out!” Harry threatened and stomped off with Braiden.

“I think now is time for some light hearted relief.” Marianna exclaimed. “Remus, be a dear and go and fetch Harry back. Myron, go and find out what Aneirin is doing to his poor son, I’ll fetch us some tea and then the fun can begin.”

Harry sulkily sat on an equally sulky Nasta, who had had both his ears chewed off by his Dad for not taking care of his submissive properly, though Aneirin had been a bit lenient because Harry had gotten a holiday after all.

“Right, you have been home for an hour and already your faces look like you have been hit with a soggy loaf of bread. Drink your tea and let us make you feel better…by embarrassing the hair from your heads.”

Marianna picked up a delicately embossed photo album that had Blaise Mariano Zabini scripted on it in elegant cursive along with Blaise’s birth date; the twelfth of October nineteen-seventy-nine.

“Mother, please no!” Blaise begged as he stood up so quickly his tea cup shattered.

“This is Blaise’s baby book; he was such a cute baby.”

Marianna opened the book to show a baby that was at least three days old, lying on his stomach wearing just a nappy.
Blaise started speaking in rapid French and Nasta started laughing as Marianna giggled at her son, but she obviously ignored him and what Harry suspected were threats as she turned the page.

“Aww, Blaise, you were so cute.” Harry cooed. “You look so much like Braiden.”

Max pulled Blaise down and made him sit through the entire baby book and the three photo albums after that that went through his childhood and all the way up to this summer. Blaise shoved his face into his hands at the naked pictures of his baby self, the bath time photos, the grins with the missing baby teeth and the picture where he was cuddling a stuffed toy when he was twelve.
Marianna took out a single photo from behind her back and Blaise went pale.

“What photo is that?” He demanded.

“This is a very special photo just for Harry to put in his own photo album; I thought he’d enjoy it.”

It turned out to be a picture of a six year old Blaise wrapped around a five year old Draco as they slept on a rug in front of a fire place.
Draco went pink and Blaise went red when Harry cooed over the photo and thanked Marianna.

“Now that Marianna has finished, we can move onto Max.” Myron said with a smirk that was so evil that Harry cackled and he went to sit on his lap so that he could see the photo album better.

“Wait, wait wait, is this what all this is about? You’re going to show off all of our baby pictures?” Nasta asked his face whiter than paper.

“Of course. It’s every parent’s right to embarrass their children with photos.” Narcissa said with a dainty laugh.

“You too, Mother?” Draco asked, his already pale face going grey.

“Of course, Draco darling, you were the cutest, most handsome baby I’d ever seen, I want to show you off.”

They sat though Max’s huge baby book, all the way to his adult years, from tiny six pound baby to eighteen stone man. Then they went onto Draco’s baby book, seeing the very cute, pink ball with blond fluff for hair to the pouty child and the angular teenager and finally the man he had become.
Aneirin delighted in showing Nasta’s baby photos, from the miniscule three pound baby, the very happy and healthy child with the huge grin, there was a very cute picture of Nasta between his two older siblings, standing head and shoulders shorter than Sanex and coming to his sister’s elbow and another one where Aneirin was carrying Nasta on his shoulders, little legs in a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt that was in a foreign language which Nasta told them was Polish. Harry had never seen any of them blush so much and he delighted in laughing at them from his place still sat on Myron’s lap.

“Alright, Harry, you’re next. You’ve spent all day laughing up us, now it’s your turn.” Max stated.

“You’ll have to go without then, I don’t have any baby pictures of myself.” Harry answered sadly.

“Did those people not take even one photograph of you?” Ashleigh asked in surprise.

Harry shook his head. “No, they made me stand out of the shot and then, when I was older I was the one taking the pictures.”

Myron hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead.

“I’ve got two pictures.” Harry admitted as he stood up and went to his suitcase. He dug out the photo album from where it was wrapped in his invisibility cloak.

“You took your cloak and photo album on holiday?” Nasta questioned.

“I take them everywhere I go.” Harry replied as he opened the book, skipped over the pictures of his parents and Sirius and Remus and showed them the two pages, on one side a picture of a smiling Lily and James holding a baby Harry between them and on the other side a picture of James holding a grinning toddler.

“Oh Harry, you were beautiful.” Ashleigh sighed. “You can really tell you’re a submissive Dracken.”

“Really, how?”

“The eyes.” Richard answered, pointing out how large and alien Harry’s eyes looked in his head.

“Can I tell with Braiden?” Harry asked.

“Are you saying Braiden’s a Dracken, Harry?” Myron asked him perceptively.

Harry grinned and he looked to his adorable little son. He felt it was a bit too early to tell them that he had birthed a Dracken, but it didn’t matter too much.

“Yes he is. I smelt it on him as soon as he was born.”

Ashleigh squealed excitedly and grabbed Braiden’s little hands and shook them gently as his mates looked on proudly. Blaise more so than the rest as Braiden was his biological son.

“Back to the question, can I tell if he’ll be dominant or submissive?”

“You can hardly ever tell using the eyes alone.” Myron answered giving his two mates a reprimanding stare. “It’s so difficult to tell, you’d be better off treating all of them the same, boys and girls, as one of my sisters thought that she was going to be a submissive just because she was a girl and she turned out to be a dominant. We thought for years that Caesar would be a submissive and he turned out as a dominant. You can never truly know until their inheritance, you can only make educated guesses and even then they could be wrong.”

“You what?” Caesar demanded.

“We all thought that you were a submissive Dracken, Caesar.” Max chuckled before turning to his parents. “You used to tell me to treat him like the girls, because he was delicate and easily hurt.”

“Caesar had wide eyes too, not as wide as yours though and he was so slim and slender, very androgynous, I had hoped that he was a submissive.”

“Please stop talking.” Caesar begged, covering his burning face.

“He shot up days before his sixteenth birthday and gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time. We still thought that he might be a submissive, but when he woke up on his sixteenth birthday, he was the man you see before you, only less of a man and more of a boy, but he was a dominant like Max.”

“This is where I come in.” Remus said with a grin. “You might not have any baby photos of yourself Harry, but I do.”

Remus pulled out a bright blue photo album that had a picture of Lily and James on the front of it.

“James thought it would be fitting to put a picture of himself and Lily on the front rather than a picture of you.” Remus explained as Harry carried Braiden over to sit on his lap to see photos he had never seen before.

There was of course the mandatory bath photo, only baby Harry was covered in so many bubbles it was hard to see him.

“That was Sirius’ fault. He preferred showers so he didn’t realise that you only needed one capful of bubble bath. He poured in half a bottle before he started seeing bubbles and he finally stopped pouring, you of course found it hilarious.” Remus said as he pointed out Harry’s wide grin. “You had such an infectious laugh.”

Harry giggled and he turned the page.

“Now this was a cute picture.” Remus said as he showed everyone a year old Harry wearing a pair of lopsided sunglasses that were far too big for his face. “Those were your Mother’s favourite sunglasses, of course you loved them and she let you have them, you broke them the day after this photo was taken by snapping out the lenses.”

Harry laughed and he even stroked the photos with his parents in them with such a wistful, longing look on his face that it brought lumps to everyone else’s throats.
The required naked photo of Harry even made him laugh as he was in the back garden of his parents’ home, in the pouring rain, covered in an inch of mud and muck. The only parts of him not covered in mud were his eyes and nose, one elbow and half a peachy, pert bum cheek.

“You can keep these, Harry.” Remus told him as they finished the book and it was closed.

“But they’re yours.” Harry answered.

“And I’m giving them to you. I have my memories, Harry. I remember all of these situations and the long days I spent with you and your parents, you don’t have that, you don’t have those memories as I do, so you can have the photos, you need them more.”

Harry hugged Remus tightly and he didn’t let go, whispering a soft ‘thank you’ into Remus’ ear.

“Now that we have thoroughly embarrassed you, how was your holiday? I was so excited when Marianna told me what she’d done; I wish I had thought of it! What did you see, what did you do?” Ashleigh asked.

“Oh it was wonderful!” Harry said enthusiastically. “We took loads of photos; I saw an iguana and a sea turtle and I went to a beach! An actual beach!”

“You’ve never been to a beach before?” Sanex asked astonished.

“I have now, I’ve been to three beaches and I picked up so many little shells! Nasta says they’re from dead molluscs and crustaceans, but they looked so pretty!”

Harry recounted everything they had done and seen, talking so happily and quickly that it made them all smile as Harry told of the wildlife parks, the botanical gardens and the aquarium.

“And Nasta even let me go snorkelling when the boat with the window in the bottom stopped! We saw so many little fishes and Max said he saw a shark, but I don’t think he did because no one else saw it.”

“I did so see a shark!” Max pouted.

“It sounds like you had an amazing time.” Marianna told them. “Braiden and I were fine, though I had forgotten how taxing a young baby could be. Do you boys feel better?”

“Much better.” Harry replied. “I think I even got a tan! Despite Nasta’s orders that all of us wear factor fifty sun cream all day every day.”

“Nasta only made you do that because I forgot to cover him when he was eight and he got the worst sunburn I have ever seen.” Sanex replied. “His skin was peeling for weeks. And he was red raw and he was in constant pain. I got a beating for that.”

“You did not get a beating.” Aneirin denied. “I just clipped you around the ear.”

“And then spanked me so hard I couldn’t sit down.” Sanex pouted.

“You could have caused Nasta to get skin cancer!” Aneirin growled. “Your baby brother!”

“He’s not a baby anymore.” Sanex said.

“I’m fine.” Nasta stressed. “I got one skin mole and that was the end of it.”

“Is that where it came from?” Harry asked. “I love that little mole.”

“You mean you love running your tongue around it.” Max chuckled. “Makes me wish I had one for you to play with.”

“Maximilius!” Myron berated. “There are women and children present, including your own Mother and your own child!”

Max looked abashed but he was grinning still and Harry chuckled.

“I can’t believe you went four days without cooking, or did you sneak a camp stove into your luggage again?” Talia asked her brother.

“The food was really nice.” Max told her.

“Not as nice as Max’s, but it was nice.” Harry explained further.

“Aww, he really loves you, Max.” Caesar cooed.

Harry chuckled and happily fed Braiden when he woke up, wailing for his dinner. They said goodbye not long after that and flooed home for the first time in days and just the smell of Max’s home made him sag in relief and it made him so glad to be home.
They all left their suitcases by the fireplace and went into the kitchen; where Max threw open all of the windows and the back door before making them all a cup of tea.

“It’s good to be home.” Harry said with a smile as he sipped on his honey tea.

“You see this place as home?” Max asked a happy, hopeful glint in his eyes.

Harry nodded and he swallowed a mouthful of tea. “I gave birth here, this is home to me. Though we might have to upgrade in a few years when we get more kids as you only have two spare bedrooms, though that won’t be for a long, long time yet. Just let me enjoy the babies I have before giving me anymore, okay?” He asked.

Max came and kissed him deeply and Harry made a small noise in his throat. Things got heavy and passionate and then Braiden started sniffling and squirming in discomfort as he started emitting a very bad smell.

Harry laughed as Max backed away. “It’s good to be home.” He repeated as he took Braiden to the changing mat they kept at the end of the kitchen to change his son’s dirty nappy.

Max started on making them a late dinner and he was so infectiously happy to be back in his own kitchen in front of his oven that it made the rest of them happy.
Harry changed Braiden and happily handed him off to Blaise, who silently asked for the baby by holding out his arms. Harry went and sat on Nasta after disposing of the soiled nappy, Nasta who then wrapped his strong arms around him and kissed the back of his neck.

“We should get to bed early tonight, perhaps with the aid of a very light sleeping potion, just enough so that we can sleep, but not enough to keep us sleeping through Braiden’s cries. We should go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up your school things before it’s too late, you only have a few days left before you need to leave.”

Harry nodded and as he was served a plate of food, the conversation turned to their school schedule and child minding duties. After dinner and all of the dishes had been washed and put away he readily agreed to take a sip of the light sleeping potion to make him drowsy enough to fall asleep and he cuddled up with his mates, in their own bed and snuggled in until he fell asleep a little while later, dreading when Braiden would wake them up crying, he had become accustomed to sleeping in and his body was not going to welcome the screaming baby in his ear again and though he was looking forward to going back to Hogwarts again, he realised with a grin that he wasn’t looking forward to it as much as he had in the past as he hadn’t even made his count down chart that summer.

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A/N: That’s it! It’s finally over and I’m still alive! Though the muse is a sucked dry, shrunken husk. Make this one last lovelies; you won’t be getting another one for a long while after this as I’m taking a break to actually enjoy the summer for a bit without worrying about writing the next update. Though the next chapter is Hogwarts! Yes, they are finally back in Hogwarts next chapter.

You can also find me on Facebook under the name StarLight Mass. All links are in my profile page.

Sarah Louise Jones: It is very possible, out of the five babies Harry is currently pregnant with; it is highly, highly unlikely that all of them belong to one dominant. Any one of the dominants could have fathered any number of babies; Max could have one, Nasta two and Blaise two. The only one who can’t be a Father to one of the babies Harry carries is Draco because he never had sex with Harry when he went onto that freak heat.

dandeliongurl: Harry healed himself with an accidental burst of magic that was controlled almost completely by his emotions. He had a little cut on his lip, a bruise to his stomach and he managed to stabilize his pregnancy, I’m afraid he does not have the skill, nor the knowledge, to heal both Richard, who the best Healers money can buy couldn’t heal nor could he heal Ashleigh, who is barren.

ladilyn: Why would it be obvious that Harry is a creature because he has a pregnancy with five babies? I know she was called octomom, but the woman who carried those eight babies wasn’t called a creature. It’s rare but it does happen and with four lovers it’s almost expected for Harry to have multiple children as a male who can get pregnant from other males does not have an egg that his lovers needs to fertilize, so a multiple pregnancy isn’t caused by him releasing two or more eggs for his lovers to fertilize but by how many of the DNA pairings match up properly to form a baby, so really it’s more of a surprise he had just the one baby than him having the five from a wizards point of view, but not from a Dracken perspective.

You are completely correct on the one point though, the little mention of the babies being viable at four and a half months was dropped deliberately and you are actually the only one to have picked up on it. Needless to say Harry will not be able to carry this clutch to term.

Nasta is technically on leave, he is doing paperwork for the reserve, he visits now and then and will give advice to the junior handlers and he will go to the reserve in an emergency, but he is on paid leave because he is still doing work for the reserve.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing! Please remember that you can ask any questions you like, but if they have already been answered, you may be directed to the chapter it was covered in instead of getting a direct answer.

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