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The Contract	By : RDWind Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28236 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty Nine – Naming and Home

It took a few hours for Draco to wake fully rested. He had learned to sleep short naps and still rest well while Harry had been in the coma. Putting his hands to his once stretch-marked stomach, he was relieved to be able to say that he had returned to normal.

Magic certainly had its uses.

The new family had been moved to a room with a large nursery and four bassinets. The separate bedroom had a full-sized bed. Sitting up, he saw Harry through the large double door, leaning over Albus’ engraved cradle. Getting up slowly, he padded across the floor to see that Albus seemed to be the only one awake. Harry was staring intently into the blue eyes of the oldest child, the other three quiet in their cribs.

“Harry?” Draco kept his voice to a whisper. Standing, he opened his arms, and Draco fell lovingly into them. “I’ve missed you so much!”

As they held one another close, Harry whispered, “I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, love. They are so beautiful.”

“All the fingers and toes there then?” Draco replied, pulling away to look at them.

“Do we really have four children?”

Draco nodded. “But there is a lot to discuss. Bring him to me so I can feed him and put him down for a nap before the others wake.”

Harry paused, “Draco, I feel so shaky. I’m not really sure I can hold him and still walk.” Stepping aside, he watched Draco carefully pick up the largest of the four.

“Aren’t we a pair?” Draco laughed. “I’m exhausted from giving birth to three children and taking care of you, and you are waking up after pretending that you are Sleeping Beauty.” Turning, he gave Harry a quick peck on the lips. Harry sighed. “We continued to work your muscles while you and the mistress shared your magic and healed it.”

Harry nodded mutely and tried to ignore the sensation that had sent shockwaves to his groin when Draco kissed him. He followed Draco to the rocking chair and sat in a chair in front of it. Harry watched in awe as Draco opened his dressing gown to show his fully developed breasts. “Where did you get those?”

“They are for feeding the babies. You know, breast feeding?”

“You are breast feeding four babies?”

“Well,” he winced as Albus latched on and contentedly started nursing, “that’s the idea.”

Harry stared for a few more moments. “Molly, Remus, Sirius, and Remus haven’t been gone very long. They made the students leave so you could rest, then they stayed. I finally had to ask them to go away for a bit so you could sleep.”

“Thank you for thinking of me.” Draco said with honesty.

Pausing, wanting to say more, but not sure how to ask the questions that were swirling in his mind, he finally settled on, “When I woke, I heard you mention the mistress. How did you know about her?”

“Hermione, at least I think it was her, found a reference to the magical force that the founders created when the built this castle. When I saw you fall…” his voice cracked for a moment, regaining himself, he said, “the mistress wrapped me in her ‘arms’ and brought me to the hospital wing.”

“How long has it been since…”

Draco looked up into the green eyes he missed so much. His voice rejuvenated. “Since you dispatched another Dark Lord, released Albus Dumbledore from his imprisonment as a Phoenix, and fell into something of a coma?”

Harry nodded mutely.

“Just over seven weeks.”

“Then how…who?” Harry asked without being able to complete the question.

Albus pulled away for a moment and turned to look at Harry. “Harry, meet our soon-to-be-adopted son, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Potter-Malfoy.” Harry laughed at loud, hoping it was a joke. “No joke Harry. This is the real Albus Dumbledore. When you hit him with the Avada, he was a Phoenix. The curse killed Grindelwald at the same time and released the curse he had held over Albus. He was reborn a baby before he even hit the ground. Someone brought him up here. When I woke from believing that you had been killed as well, he was crying. I was the only one who could calm him.

“His original birth year is 1840, which makes him 156 years old, or seven weeks, three days, depending on how you want to call it.” Draco finished as he shifted sides so the baby could finish eating.

Harry was dumfounded. “So, have we ever met the REAL Albus Dumbledore?”

Draco was gently rocking the chair back and forth when he answered. “No, not as far as we can tell. Sometimes I look into these blue eyes and think that he does, but he is so little and helpless like this. I don’t know how much he remembers from either his past life or his time as a bird, but I do know that I cannot allow anyone else to rear him. He’s like us.”

“What do you mean ‘like us’?” Harry asked gently, his heart full of love for the man in front of him.

“He’s got no one else. Aberforth, his brother, is older than he was and doesn’t have any children. They are the last of their line. He’s ours, if you agree.”

“Anything you want, love. I just need some time to adjust to all of this.”

Draco bit his tongue, weighing his words carefully. “Adjust to what?”

Standing, Harry paced the length of the room, paused, then returned. “I’m terrified of all of this. I don’t know how you are so calm.”

Smiling, Draco said, “It’s the magic I think. I don’t know exactly. But I am sure once you hold the babies, that you will find some kind of calm with it all.”

He sat down again and smiled. “I suppose so.”

“Harry, that means walk over and pick up a baby.”

“Draco? I don’t know how to hold one.”

“You, my love are a natural. And they are sleeping anyway. Just think of a Quaffle.”

Harry nodded, took a deep breath and walked to the bassinettes. Choosing one at random, that turned out to be ‘Girl B’, he gently raised her to his shoulder. Tenderly, he held her close for a few minutes, Draco watched them close. Laying her down exactly as she way, she squirmed just a bit and slept on.

Returning, he smiled. “You are right. I could feel it.” He felt calmer than he had earlier, but just as tired. He would need to either get another potion from the professor or rest soon.

Lying on his side and still watching Draco, he asked, “Have you picked out names for the other babies?”

“I only picked out a few options. One set of boy’s names and one set of girl’s names," Draco replied.

“But don’t we actually have three?” Harry muttered confused. “Two girls and a boy, right?”

“We have two boys, Harry.”

“So, two and two.”

“Two and two. What are their last names going to be?” Harry asked nervously.

Draco smirked at him. “I was thinking that we should combine the last names and make them hyphenated. A bit Hufflepuff-ish, but not a bad plan all the same.”

“So, Potter-Malfoy?”

“Or Malfoy-Potter. I don’t care which as long as our we don’t continue to have week-long naps and we can just be together and rear our children in love.”

“I’d really like that.” Harry said. “But there are so many things I don’t know and didn’t have time to learn before now. I don’t know how to change a nappy or feed a baby. I don’t know how to hold one or pass one off. And we still have to sit our N.E.W.T.’s.”

Draco studied the man for a minute or two, “Forget the tests for a moment. I didn’t know how to do any of that before you were hurt. It never occurred to me that I would need to learn because I assumed I would have house elves to do it for me. But I have learned. Molly and Remus know an awful lot about babies. My mum is a bit useless but she does love to hold Albus and rock him to sleep.”

“What about Professor Snape?”

Draco laughed. “I think he is pretending that none of this has happened. I know he asked that this be his last year to teach. He wants to be closer to Remus, and I believe that Remus will be wherever you are. I’ve actually managed to make friends with your ‘family’.” Harry looked horrified. “Not the Dursley’s. But your real family, the Weasleys, Remus, Sirius, Neville and Hermione.”

Harry was relieved. “Thank you for trying.”

“I realized that even though my mum was alive, until you woke up to be with me, I didn’t have a family either. They’ve accepted me as one of their own and I adore Molly and Arthur. The older boys still bother me a bit and I am surely never leaving any of our children with those twins, Gred and Forge.” He said with a smile. “But I’ve spent a lot of time reading and learning about you and your heritage.”

“And you still care about me?”

“Harry, I love you. I had a bit of a crush that started during our sixth year, but the ritual we shared was almost as though it opened my heart to you. I wanted an equal, not someone to lead or follow, but someone who could love me. I thought for a bit that I would have that because you didn’t have a choice, and you would have to be with me. I think maybe, I hoped it would be returned. Those first few weeks together? I had never been happier in my life.”

“Me either, but that went to hell in a handbasket rather quickly.” Draco nodded.

“Watch the language, especially around this one.” They both looked down to see Albus smiling. His blue eyes twinkled. “I think he knows everything we say.”

Sitting up on the side of the bed, Harry looked at him again. “What about our studies? This hasn’t been a productive year for me.”

“Correct,” answered Draco as Albus latched back to his nipple, “but we can have tutors to make up this year. I seriously doubt that we will be able to finish this year with four infants to care for.”

Harry smiled, “I am going to miss Dobby. I bet he could have helped us." The door was opened just a bit to reveal their friends. Draco pulled Albus away and covered himself before they all got into the room.

“You have all of us to help you, mate. Don’t worry. Narcissa and Mum will be with you until you decided otherwise,” Ron said confidently. One of the girls squirmed and Ron crossed the room to pick up the infant from her cradle. “Which one is this?”

Harry looked at her for a moment, “Girl A. That’s the best I have for you right now.”

“Actually Harry, I think a ‘B’ name would be appropriate. Since this is Albus and he is the oldest. A bit cliché, but there you go.” Albus squeaked as Draco began to burp the little guy.

“Beatrice?” Ron suggested.

“Bella…never mind, that won’t work.” Hermione said with a grin.

Sirius popped his head in. “What are we doing?” Smiling, Sirius took Albus from Draco as though it were an everyday occurrence, and began to burp him. Harry watched in awe as Sirius walked and patted the baby, whispering encouragement to him.

“Figuring out baby names. We need a girl name that starts with a ‘b’,” Harry explained, watching Draco cross the room to hold his daughter for the first time.

“Bevan.” Sirius stated with certainty. “Bevan Lily Potter-Malfoy,”

“Bevan? What kind of a name is Bevan?” Harry asked him.

“Well, we can’t use Bellatrix or any derivative of that. Bevan is Gaelic, and means ‘fair lady’. The Welsh history names Bevan as Daughter of Evan. It seems appropriate.”

“How do you know that?” Harry and Draco asked at the same time.

“Your mother wanted to name her little girl that, assuming she had anymore. Spent months researching it.”

Grinning, both men christened her Bevan Lily. Draco asked about a ‘C’ name for the next little girl Ron had picked up. She was still sleeping contentedly and squirmed just a bit in his arms to get readjusted.

Ron was just showing Harry how to hold her properly when Remus came in. “You were asking about a ‘C’ name?” The room at large nodded. Walking closer to Harry, he peeked at the child. “Cadhia Narcissa.”

“Cadhia? What kind of name is that?” Harry asked, starting the stupid conversation again. Draco rolled his eyes, looking into the face of his beautiful Bevan.

“Cadhia was my mother’s name. It means beautiful. Narcissa, of course, is for your mother, Draco.” He said. “It's Gaelic also.”

Ron picked up the little boy. Hermione took him from the redhead, who looked irritated at having had each baby removed from his arms. “Now, what about this little guy?” She asked, leaning closer so Draco could look at his son. “Need a ‘D’ Name?”

Harry cut across the room, “His name will be Draco James Potter-Malfoy.”

“Not a chance in seven hells will his name be Draco anything. That name dies with me.” Draco said firmly. “How about… David?”

Hermione piped in, “David James… that means Beloved Leader? That’s wonderful.”

Draco looked at her and couldn’t resist saying, “Gee, nice to have your approval, Granger.” She rolled her eyes and they both laughed. Albus belched over Sirius’ shoulder.

“So, that’s Albus, Bevan, Cadhia, and David?” Harry recounted.

The room nodded as Cadhia began to squirm. “I think she’s hungry. Can I get a bottle?”

“Oh no, Harry. The one nice thing about being a male who gave birth is that I have enough milk for them.” Harry’s face fell as Draco sat in his rocking chair as though it were a throne and waited for Harry to bring his daughter to him. Ron stepped up and took Bevan from Draco, quite content to finally get one of them to himself. Harry watched his lover feed their second daughter.

“I could get used to this.” He said to no one in particular.

*************TBC*************

Author’s note: A couple of things:

1) It looks like Samayel will continue his story, “The Office”. For anyone who hasn’t read the ‘one shot’, do and leave a note for him. It’s quite the beginning.

2) There will be 52 chapters to this story, in addition to the epilogue. I just couldn’t stop writing the chapter and it ended up being 5,400 words. I think my BETAs will forgive me for this oversight when I told ya’ll about the amount of story left to tell.

3) And it is time to reveal the people who have made this story what it is. Although I can take credit for the story outline, I can assure you that it would have remained a bit of a ‘squick’ fic if they had not been involved.

Samayel: The first one I bullied into reading over my story. He spent many hours talking to me about the story and where it could go, rather than where it was before his life took over and he had to bow out. He is still rather spectacular with punctuation.

WVSailor: One of the single most giving and generous individuals I have ever had the pleasure to get to know. This poor guy has actually had to get me through several Panic Attacks over this story.

Kim: Who tried very hard to take over where these two men left off.

And last but certainly not least, the last 4 or 5 chapters were completed because of Splodge. Her knowledge of the story, Harry Potter, and true English has turned the last few chapters into something of which I can be proud.

Thank you to all four of you for helping me get this far. I can assure you that it would not have happened had you not been willing to give me your time and ideas to finish.

--RD

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