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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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7th December 2020
Nasta – 60 Years
Max – 54 Years
Blaise – 41 Years
Draco – 40 Years
Harry – 40 Years

Braiden – 23 Years
Quints – 22 Years
Eva and Ave – 21 Years
Taren – 20 Years
Lai – 20 Years
Xabiere – 18 Years
Mace and Evie – 18 Years
Mollie – 17 Years
Ceri, Jason, Ethan, and Saeth – 16 Years
Seren and Senan – 14 Years
Lian – 12 Years (4 days from birthday)
Phoebe, Neave, and Lucine – 12 Years
Loren – 11 Years
Cyneric and Kallan – 10 Years
Gage – 8 Years
Rosalia, Nia, and Vanora – 7 Years
Sextuplets – 6 Years
Lyran – 2 Years
Caronwen – 19 Months

Deck the Halls

Draco cursed as he tripped over another stray piece of tinsel. The house looked like it had been hit by a blasting curse, but today was their decorating day, and Draco could stand a bit of mess considering their children were so excited that they were running riot.

“Taren, don’t rile them up!” Draco heard Harry chastise, and he smirked as he found their twenty year old son wrapping the younger kids in tinsel.

“But they like it, Mum!” Taren said with a cheeky grin.

“Did you mean don’t wrap them up?” Draco teased.

“That too!” Harry insisted as he tried to fluff up the branches on their fake tree.

There was muggle Christmas music playing, the kids were pulling bits from the boxes and rushing to mantelpieces and windows to place the decorations, and Draco smiled.
This was not what he’d ever thought his life would be like. Not before he’d found a mate, four mates, and a family of his own. He liked it, as crazy and as messy as it was, he liked it.

“Draco, can you help me with this, please?” Harry asked, and Draco went right over to him.

“Of course, what do you need, love?”

“A break, a new back, and some tea.” Harry complained. “But for now, can you hold this for me while I slot the pin in.”

Draco nodded, and took the top half of the tree and held it in place as Harry slipped the pin through both parts.
He would have preferred a real tree, as that was what he’d been brought up with, but they knew better than to bring a dying tree into the house with their Faerie babies. He didn’t want to imagine the horror Leolin would direct at them for it, nor the distress it would cause the ten year old Cyneric and Kallan as they were forced to live in a house with a dying plant.
They had recently found real trees in pots, that needed to be watered and could be planted afterwards, but their fake trees were holding up well, despite twenty years or more of use, and he really hated wasting money if they could help it.
He was still the one who handled all of their finances, and made sure they stayed on track and didn’t splurge overly much on anything as he balanced their spending with their savings. His father had taught him finances from the knee, and it came naturally to him, so he wouldn’t approve the expense when the trees they already had were still perfect, though he did miss the smell of fresh pine in the living rooms. Perhaps in a few years, if the trees started looking a little ragged or worn, he would debate with the others to replace them with potted real trees.
He inhaled happily, and looked on as Loren, their eleven year old who would be next to go off to Hogwarts next September, hung tinsel around the mirror in the smaller living room, even as Harry fought to untangle their little ones from the tinsel that Taren had wrapped around them while they giggled and squirmed.
Draco took several hanging decorations and grabbed a chair. He had gotten used to Blu-tack over the years, and he used it to squidge the decorations to the ceiling, following the directions of the children circling the chair.

“No, Daddy, not there, over a bit!” Lucine insisted.

Draco smiled at her. She looked so much like him, like his father whom she had been named for, that he couldn’t help but follow her directions.

“Here?” He confirmed.

She nodded happily. “Right there!”

“I love Christmas.” Her triplet sister, Neave, sighed happily.

“Everyone loves Christmas.” Lucine agreed.

“Why wouldn’t anyone like Christmas?” The missing triplet, Phoebe, asked.

Draco listened to their conversation with half an ear as he made sure the sticky stuff had adhered firmly to the ceiling. He and Blaise shared this clutch of triplets, Phoebe and Lucine were his daughters, and the both of them were blonde haired, but Phoebe had blue eyes, and Lucine had grey.
He looked at them both proudly, he looked at Neave and that pride transferred easily to her as well.
They were twelve, and should have been in Hogwarts, but a nasty Quidditch accident had seen Neave to Saint Mungos, and of course her triplet sisters had not been able to settle or concentrate without her, so McGonagall had given them permission to come home early for the Christmas holidays, which was not going to please their other brothers and sisters in school, but the three girls were taking tutoring with them, Nasta in particular, and they had a month’s worth of catch up work to do despite being at home. None of them were letting the girls skip out on their education.
He looked at Neave now, and it was hard to see how she had ever been injured, but just a week ago she had been in a hospital bed.
He stepped down from the chair, and he hugged his twelve year old daughter, kissing her upturned face when she tipped her head back to look at him.

“I’m okay now, Daddy.” She insisted.

“I know that, sweetheart, we just like to make sure.”

The three girls giggled at him, but Draco could do no less. His heart physically ached at the thought of any of his babies being injured or ill in such ways. He took a cleansing breath and pushed it from his mind. Neave was completely fine, and the three girls, despite their catch up work and tutoring with their Mum and Dads’ every day, were very smug about being home so early, especially with enough time to help with the decorating.

“The hallway is done, Harry.” Blaise said, herding in more kids who had helped him wrap the bannisters with even more tinsel.

“Really?” Harry asked excitedly, turning from the tree and hurrying to go and have a look.

“I swear, he’s as bad as the kids” Blaise told him, but he was smiling, and despite that Draco nodded in agreement, they both went soft at seeing Harry so excited.

“Wait until he decides to do all of that Christmas baking though.” Draco said with a grin. “The house smells of vanilla cookies for days afterwards.”

“You’re as bad as the kids at sneaking biscuits.” Blaise accused fondly.

“Maybe Harry shouldn’t make such delicious treats.” Draco sniffed.

The both of them shared a look, and then laughed.

“Come on, we need to get this decorating done. I actually want to be able to sit down before dinner.”

Draco smirked and looked around at the boxes of decorations still to go up, the half decorated trees that Harry had abandoned, and the overly excited kids running riot.

“You’re being too optimistic, we are not going to be finished with this lot before dinner. We’ll be having a late night at this rate.”

Blaise groaned, then swept an overwhelmed eye over all of the boxes and decorations lying on the floor.
Draco went to him, and wrapped an arm around his waist, bending slightly to kiss his cheek.

“We’ll get it done, love.” He said. “Come and help me put up that string for us to hang the Christmas cards. We’ll take it one task at a time. Hopefully Harry will make biscuits soon, or maybe that delicious Christmas cake he does sometimes. We deserve the reward.”

Blaise smirked at him, but nodded.

“I don’t know how Max and Nasta got out of this.” Blaise grumbled.

Draco scoffed. “Max did that on purpose, I swear.”

“Of course he did.” Blaise waved away. “He had enough of decorating the outside of the house, so as soon as Harry mentioned doing the inside…oooh, suddenly he’s needed urgently in work, can’t get out of it, must go in.”

The two of them shared another look and then laughed.

“To be fair he did do a really good job with the outside.” Draco allowed as he found the reel of white cotton in one of the boxes.

Blaise scoffed. “Doesn’t mean he can get out of decorating the inside! And Nasta too!”

“I think that might have been an actual emergency. He looked frantic, and you know he doesn’t like leaving me, you, and Harry home alone without him or Max.”

“You’d think we were untrustworthy.” Blaise smirked.

“You are.” Draco chuckled.

The two of them went to the small, inconspicuous nails hammered into the wall, painted the same colour as their wallpaper, and they stretched the cotton out between the two nails and tied it on.
They received so many Christmas cards, from family, from friends, from work colleagues, from neighbours, and that wasn’t counting how many the kids brought home from school, that they had absolutely nowhere to put them. They swarmed the cabinets, the windowsills, every available surface space, until Max had had the amazing idea to put up a string to hang them on.
It kept them from getting knocked over, or damaged, and it kept them out of the way and freed up their cabinets.

“Kids, gather the cards up.” Draco called out, and suddenly there was a stampede of kids rushing for the mass of cards they already had, despite it being early December.

He and Blaise picked up kids so that they could place the cards they’d collected onto the string, and slowly, slowly but surely, they started to plough through the boxes, and pulled everything together.
By the time Max flooed home late, over an hour after Nasta had arrived home, the entire house was decorated, the trees were up, and they were relaxing on the settee, while Harry read stories to three of the six year old sextuplets.

“This looks lovely.” Max said. “Well done.”

“We’ve decided we’re ordering takeaway tonight.” Nasta told him. “So sit and relax.”

“I can still cook if you need me too.” Max insisted.

Nasta shook his head. “The kids have already picked out what pizzas they want. You’ve had a hard shift, I’ve had a hard shift, Draco and Blaise have been tormented by a tyrant all day…”

“Oi!” Harry said, but he was grinning.

“…so we all deserve a bit of a break. We’ll do the same on Christmas Eve as well, you’ll be so busy prepping for Christmas Day you won’t even think about actually cooking.”

Max sighed. “Oh, fine. I want a meat feast though.”

Harry’s eyes lit up like the Christmas trees.

“Oh, of course we’ll give you a meat feast, lover.” He said, lowering his voice and all but purring.

Draco snorted, but he was smiling too.

“You are so dirty-minded.” Max accused their submissive.

“Whose fault is that? You corrupted me long ago, back when I was an innocent teenager.”

Draco watched the massive grin take over Max’s face.

“We’re all very proud of that too.”

Harry chuckled. “I’ll just bet you are.”

Draco moved his arm when Harry shifted himself and curled into his side for a cuddle. He smiled and gave him a kiss, before settling down again.
Max went to get himself showered and changed, and the kids all started demanding their pizzas now that Max was home.

“I’ll order it now, from two separate places. It’ll take them a while to get that many pizzas made, and you know they won’t deliver to us.” Nasta said, rolling his eyes.

“Do you want me to go and pick them up, you were in work too.” Draco offered.

Nasta waved him off. “No, I’ll sort it. Work was difficult, but it was the incompetence of the new batch of handlers, not the actual dragons at fault. My role was mostly administrative rather than becoming a handler.”

“If you’re sure.”

Nasta nodded and Draco settled back and cuddled Harry more firmly. The pizzas would be a long while, but at least the local pizza places knew that they were serious in their enormous orders, and weren’t just prank calling them.
They had to order from two separate places as it was, but their order on Christmas Eve would be worse as they’d have all of their children from Hogwarts back at home. They had already called the restaurant to pre-order a few weeks in advance, and to give a deposit, so that they had enough food to make for them, and enough people to carry it out, but considering just how much money they were going to drop on the order, Draco didn’t think it was too terrible for the restaurant owners.
Draco smiled as Eris came running over to him and clambered up into his lap. He made sure that she didn’t elbow or knee Harry in the process as he settled her down.

“I’m excited for pizza, Daddy.” She told him.

He smiled wider and gave her a squeeze. The expense of ordering takeaway for all of them was worth it in his eyes when he saw how happy it made his children. They didn’t have it very often, not only because of the expense, but because Nasta wouldn’t allow it…hell, Max wouldn’t allow it, so it was a very special treat for all of them.
Draco settled and relaxed himself. Christmas was a special time, and he was so very thankful to be at home with his lovers, and their children. His family.

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A/N: The second day of Christmas and it’s Draco’s turn to be tormented by a festive Harry, who definitely gets overly excited for Christmas seeing as the Dursleys never let him have one. He is determined that his children never experience that, like he did, so yeah, a little overboard, and though his mates may grumble, they always indulge him.

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