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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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Last Time
Harry sighed and sunk into the chair, relaxing back and watching his children play on the floor, all of them looked at him every ten or so minutes to make sure that he was still there and it made his heart ache, he hated knowing that he had caused them all some degree of anxiety or stress, not just Leolin. He almost hoped that he was pregnant now, at least then he wouldn’t have to have a heat period and leave them for however many days at a time in another two months. He’d have a guaranteed nine months at least of no heats that he could stay at home with them and reassure them that everything was fine. That would actually be for the best now.

Chapter Eighty-One – Fantasy

“Lay off!” Harry growled angrily as he was pushed towards a chair. “We have no idea if I’m pregnant or not yet and if I was I’m not doing any damage! Back away from my body!”

“Back away from the man’s body!” Max proclaimed loudly, picking Blaise up and hauling him to a different settee.

Harry’s anger and frustration melted away and he couldn’t help grinning, which was what Max had aimed for, he was sure.
He was turning eighteen tomorrow and he was getting excited as his mates kept hinting at a big surprise just for him, but the continuous manhandling and the urging to just take it easy and rest some more was stripping that away slowly, but surely.

“What is going on now?” Nasta asked exasperatedly. Harry felt bad for disturbing him; he’d had a large batch of paperwork come from the Welsh Dragon Reserve that morning and he was very busy trying to sort it all out. The stress rolled off of him like an almost visible haze, but Harry had learnt that Nasta dealt with stress very well. At least up to a certain point that was.

“Blaise is treating Harry like an invalid again.” Max told him. “Nothing I can’t sort out, don’t worry.”

“It looks like you’re making things worse.” Nasta replied tonelessly and with a cocked eyebrow.

Max was holding Blaise to the settee, but Blaise wasn’t paying any attention to them and was instead fighting and snarling, his claws and fangs were out, but his wings were still absent. Small mercies and all that.
Nasta sighed and got Max to back away before seizing Blaise around the waist and holding him tightly to his chest as he went to dive on Max, presumably to tear into him. His fangs slid out and Nasta sunk them into the back of Blaise’s neck to calm him and within minutes Blaise had calmed right down and he had gone boneless in Nasta’s arms. Harry breathed a bit easier; he hadn’t known that he had been getting tense from this situation until Blaise had visibly calmed down.

“Stop upsetting Harry.” Nasta demanded. “It’s his birthday tomorrow! You’re ruining his big surprise; he won’t want it if he’s angry with all of us.”

“I didn’t say that!” Harry cut in quickly with a wide grin. “I want the surprise; I just want to be left alone. We were on holiday in Guadeloupe last year and I was further into my pregnancy with the quintuplets then than I am now, if I am pregnant at all that is and if I am it’s only a week along.”

“You’re a very fertile man.” Max purred. “Chances are that you are pregnant. We could have a little baby growing in here.”

Harry rolled his eyes as Max’s huge hand covered his slim belly. He was pulled into a harsh kiss and when they broke apart he shook his head, his chest heaving.

“When’s Draco coming home?” Harry asked. “I’m hungry.”

“He said early afternoon, before Regan and Tegan need to take their naps, so at about one.” Nasta answered.

“I can make you an early lunch.” Max offered happily. “Draco will likely eat at the Malfoy home with his parents and he has food for Regan and Tegan with him. There’s no point in us waiting for him to come back to eat lunch only to find out that he’s already eaten.”

Harry scooped up Calix and carried him into the kitchen. Braiden had already gone down for his nap at noon, after his own lunch, and Leolin was sleeping too, it was just Calix and Farren left awake for them to entertain and they’d both be going down for a nap in an hour or so and then they’d have an hour or two to themselves to clean up the house and sort everything out before the kids woke up and then made a mess again.
Nasta set Farren down in the play area that they’d set up, using a corner of the kitchen and cordoning it off from the rest of the kitchen so that if they were all in the kitchen, they didn’t have to leave their babies in a different room, but it also kept the babies safe from the dangers of the kitchen.
Harry sat down with Calix in his lap, he was chewing on a small ball that had different textured nodules to help teething babies as Calix was cutting a new tooth. Nasta went back to his paperwork, Max started prepping for lunch and Blaise sat beside him, playing with Calix’s hair. His hand kept twitching as if he wanted to pull Harry onto his own lap and trap him there. Harry swore that he wouldn’t do or say anything about it until Blaise actually started manhandling him again.

“So are you excited for tomorrow?” Max asked him with a smile.

“Of course I am. I turn eighteen tomorrow. It’s always been a big birthday in my mind.” Harry smiled.

“You won’t be able to drink tomorrow.” Nasta told him without even looking up from his paperwork.

Harry sighed. “I know that. I wasn’t going to drink anyway, the kids will be here. I’m not some sort of alcoholic, Nasta; I don’t wait for any excuse to drink.”

Nasta looked up and blinked confusedly. “I know that. I wouldn’t have minded if your birthday had been before your heat, but with the unknown status of your…”

“I know.” Harry cut in aggrieved. “As I said, I wasn’t going to drink anyway, pregnant or not.”

Nasta seemed to realise that he’d shoved his foot into his mouth as he stopped talking and went back to his work silently. This was the downfall of being pregnant, or even just maybe pregnant it seemed. They were treating him like he was stupid. As if he didn’t already fucking know that he couldn’t drink because of the maybe baby, what sort of fool did they take him for?
Harry breathed in deeply and settled himself. He reminded himself that Nasta was under a lot of stress and had a lot of work to do and that his comment likely wasn’t aimed to hurt him or make him feel stupid, even if it had.
He was not some child who would fly off the handle for an imagined slight when it wasn’t intended that way. He wasn’t the raged filled teenager who had felt white hot anger burning through him at all hours of the day and blew up spectacularly for any small, minuscule reason. He’d grown up since then. He wasn’t the reckless boy who had once thrown himself into all sorts of danger just because he thought others were in trouble or because he was too curious for his own good. He was a Mother now. A Mother to six young babies and maybe more soon. He was a lover to four amazing men, he was one fifth of the adult percentage of their family, if he went and did something reckless and dangerous, he not only risked his lovers, but he could risk making his children Motherless too. How the hell could he live with himself if he risked that, risked them, for the sake of his own feelings and curiosities? No, he wasn’t that boy anymore, he’d grown up since then and he wasn’t going to look back. He would regret nothing.

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Harry was the first one awake the next morning. He’d had a nightmare and he was covered in sweat, feeling sticky and dirty. He didn’t even remember that it was his birthday today; all he could think about was the nightmare that had been so bad that it had mentally disturbed him. What sort of person was he to have such disgusting dreams about his own children? He wanted to vomit.
Climbing out of the bed carefully so that he didn’t wake up his lovers, untangling himself from them and their limbs and from the duvet, he checked on Leolin, who was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet by their bedside. He grabbed a clean pair of pyjamas from the dresser before he went to the nursery next door and checked on the five other babies, who were again all sleeping peacefully in their cots. He’d just had to check on them after his nightmare. It was half four in the morning and he felt unrested and grubby, his thoughts flying around his head at a mile a minute, flitting through his nightmare on repeat, honing in on every vile detail until he felt physically sick and close to tears.
He went to the bathroom on the ground floor and got into the shower, making the water as hot as he could stand it to make himself feel cleaner. He stayed in just long enough to wash his hair and body before he got out and wrapped himself in a towel. He dried off carefully and dressed in the clean pyjamas that he’d brought down with him and he cleaned up the bathroom before he went into the kitchen to get a cup of tea, sitting at the table and trying to calm himself down and not think about the nightmare that he’d had, but it was the only thing on his mind, the only thing that he could actually think about. That was how Nasta found him just fifteen minutes later.

“Why are you up so early, love?” He asked softly as he checked how hot the water in the kettle was, Leolin wailing half-heartedly in the crook of his arm for a feed.

“Nightmare.” Harry grunted tiredly. “I’m going to drink this and get back into bed; hopefully I can sleep for an hour or two at least before the kids wake up and need dealing with.”

“I can handle them if you want a few more hours in bed; you look dead on your feet. How long have you been down here on your own?”

“Not long.” Harry answered as he watched Nasta make up a bottle for Leolin over the rim of his teacup. “I woke up at about half four, checked on the kids, grabbed a quick shower to clean myself up and then came to get some tea to settle myself. If I’d known that Leolin was going to wake up I’d have brought him down with me so that you could sleep for longer. I knew I should have grabbed the baby monitor, I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“I still don’t think you are thinking straight.” Nasta told him gently. “Get some more sleep, maybe then you’ll feel better. We’ll talk through your nightmare when you wake up if you’d like to.”

Harry nodded and drained his tea. He dropped the cup into the sink gently, he kissed Nasta before he kissed Leolin and he trudged back up to bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep at least.
He crawled into the bed and he snuggled down between Draco and Blaise. He tried to clear his mind, or at the very least he tried not to think about the nightmare that he’d had, but it was difficult when it was roving around his mind and kept buzzing to life every time he tried to drift off to sleep. Max was just getting up when he finally fell asleep, restless and exhausted.

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Max was very happy, excited almost, as he showered and dressed himself as quickly as he could, keeping himself as quiet as he could so that he didn’t wake Harry, the birthday boy. The youngest member of their mateship was eighteen today and he was now a legal adult in the Muggle world as well as the wizarding world, which was great as it meant that all five of them could now go out into the Muggle world and do everything that they wanted to do. There would be no sneaking wine to Harry or Draco like they’d done last Valentine’s Day, when Nasta had insisted seriously, to the owners of the rather grubby restaurant, that Harry and Draco were definitely eighteen, almost nineteen in fact, when in truth they’d been seventeen. The five of them had gotten seriously drunk off of that night, there were still some parts that one or more of them just didn’t remember. Max smiled, it had been an amazing Valentine’s night…he made a mental note to make next year’s just as amazing, he’d corroborate with Nasta to treat the younger three.
He peeked his head in on the kids, happy that none of them were awake as of yet as he rushed down the stairs to start breakfast, he was going to surprise Harry with breakfast in bed again.

“Don’t bother with Harry.” Nasta told him from the table where he was doing paperwork with Leolin cradled in one arm.

“You said that you weren’t going to do paperwork today and we agreed that we’d give Harry breakfast in bed.” Max said with a frown, wondering what had happened in just several hours to change this.

Nasta sighed and put his quill down, rubbing his face. “Harry was down here this morning when I came down with Leolin. He had a nightmare, Max, he didn’t even remember that it was his birthday and he looked terrible. I think it would be a bigger present to let him sleep uninterrupted for a few more hours.”

Max sighed and took the chair next to Nasta, taking Leolin from him so that he had both hands free for his paperwork. He cradled his youngest son gently and pressed a kiss to his sleeping brow.

“What did he dream about this time?” Max asked softly.

“I don’t know, he looked so out of it. I thought that it would be better to just put him to bed and let him tell me later. It likely has something to do with the Dursley case; it’s taking over his thoughts these days and his nightmares are getting worse.”

Max nodded. “I’ll make him brunch when he wakes up later. But Draco and Blaise should be awake in an hour or so, so I’ll make breakfast for four and get the kids sorted, that way you can get as much paperwork out of the way as possible before Harry wakes up.”

Nasta pulled Max down into a grateful kiss. “Thank you. I can’t believe how much I have to do. I’m going to have to pop in to the Reserve some when to evaluate the adolescents too. That’s snuck up on me, it seems only the other week that I got the update that they’d hatched.”

“You’re doing it again.” Max teased.

“Doing what?” Nasta asked curiously.

“Going all crazy, gooey eyed over the hatchlings. I’ve already told you, you can’t sneak one away under your shirt.”

Nasta smiled. “I do miss them a lot. I can’t help it, but I’d never risk our children in such a blatant, selfish way.”

“I know you wouldn’t, I was just teasing.” Max bopped him over the head before he turned to put Leolin in his kitchen bassinet before he boiled the kettle to make tea.

He made sure that Nasta was supplied with a fresh cup of green tea before he drained his own cup to wake himself up before he started the preparation for breakfast, reminding himself that it was for four people and not five like usual.
Draco came down at seven with Braiden and Farren tucked into his arms. He settled them both into highchairs with Nasta’s help and predictably Farren started bashing the tray of his highchair with his hands as his breakfast wasn’t immediately put in front of him.

“Alright Farren, calm down.” Draco chuckled sleepily. “I haven’t even woken up properly yet.”

“Here you go, love, wake yourself up.” Max pulled him into a kiss and passed over a teacup of white tea, just how Draco liked it, before he started up making two bowls of baby cereal.

“I’ll feed these two; you have too much to do with breakfast.” Nasta offered, putting his paperwork back into the case file to avoid spilling anything on it. He didn’t much feel like spending two hours of his time charming dried cereal off of his work.

Nasta took the two tiny bowls from Max and set Braiden’s in front of him, but he held Farren’s in one hand and loaded up a tiny spoon that was nearly lost in his hand.
Braiden’s hand went into his bowl and his hand then went to his mouth as he suckled his cereal from his fingers happily.

“For a boy who doesn’t like having a bath, he sure does like getting into a mess.” Draco observed, watching over Braiden.

Farren greedily ate every bite that Nasta gave him. Nasta was so proud of how much Farren was growing and how quickly too. He had swallowed his cereal and had his mouth open again, waiting for more before Nasta had even loaded up the spoon and he had to chuckle at him. He made sure to keep an eye on Braiden, who was smearing his breakfast halfway across his face. He couldn’t believe that Braiden would be a year old in just two weeks. It had gone so very fast, he still remembered cradling a newborn Braiden in his arms, his heart bursting with love for his first ever child. He’d still been reeling at the thought that he was actually mated and that he finally had a submissive mate of his own after twenty-one years of waiting, that he had three other dominants to love too and then Braiden had come along and he had thought that his heart might burst from the amount of love that he felt.
Farren finished his cereal and Nasta had to scrape the bowl as Farren sat there with his mouth open waiting for more and when the cereal was completely gone and Nasta didn’t put the spoon back into his mouth, he started crying.

“What is the matter baby boy?” Max asked him softly, coming over to wipe Farren’s hands and chin with a damp cloth. Farren started crying harder as he realised that breakfast was over.

Nasta turned to help Braiden, picking up his spoon and helping him to actually eat his breakfast, grimacing as those gunky fingers tugged at his sleeves and gripped his hand and fingers, smearing more of his smooth cereal everywhere.
Max gave up trying to comfort Farren as he tore a ripe banana from the fruit bowl and peeled it. He broke it in half before picking up a knife and cutting each half into very thin slices.
He picked up half of the slices in his hand and scattered them over Farren’s tray and, sniffling softly, Farren picked one slice up and jammed it into his mouth, chewing happily and dribbling mashed banana down his chin.

“This boy is only happy when he’s eating!” He complained. “A whole bowl of cereal and half a banana, at seven months old! He’s going to be bigger than I am before he’s a teenager!”

“A little help please.” Blaise asked from down the hall and Draco stood to go and help him, coming back in with Calix squirming over his shoulder, giggling and yanking on baby fine, blond hair.

“Calix love, please don’t pull my hair.” Draco coaxed as he tried to get those little hands from his hair while trying to also get him into a highchair as Blaise came into the kitchen with Regan and Tegan babbling together in his arms.

“Harry’s sleeping like a rock today.” Blaise told them. “He didn’t so much as stir as I woke up because these three were screaming their heads off.”

“He’s had a rough night.” Nasta said with a sigh. “He was down here at four this morning, he had nightmares again. I thought it would be a bigger gift to him to let him have a lie in rather than wake him up with breakfast in bed.”

Draco nodded. “It would be. I think he’d enjoy that a lot more. He misses his sleep.”

“I vote that we let him sleep as long as he wants to, even if it’s past midday.” Blaise added.

“I agree with that. The best present that we could give him. His beauty sleep.” Max laughed. “We’ve got the family and his friends coming over later though for his party, so he can’t sleep for too long, I’d think he’d want a shower at least.”

“He had one this morning.” Nasta informed them as he finished feeding Braiden and was using a cloth to clean up what he could.

Max picked up the other half a banana and scattered it over Braiden’s tray, watching as their oldest boy clapped his hands happily as the banana slices just appeared for him. He picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing happily and wriggling his little body as he ate.

“I think he likes bananas.” Draco smiled.

Max pulled open a drawer and pulled out a notebook, he grabbed a pencil and wrote something down.

“Braiden loves bananas. They puree really well so I used to mix a bit of banana puree in with his cereal when we were just giving him his first taste of things other than milk. Farren likes them better now that they’re whole; he wasn’t fond of them when they were pureed.”

Max put the pencil down and went to get three bowls of baby cereal and handed them out with little spoons before he turned back to keep an eye on breakfast, washing up Farren and Braiden’s bowls and spoons before wiping down his counters.
Blaise fed Tegan her cereal as Draco tried to coax Regan into eating, but their fourth child was very fussy and he was playing up yet again.

“Only you could have such a fussy eater.” Draco groused to Nasta.

“You mean you weren’t?” Max teased.

“I’ll have you know that I have always eaten everything that I’ve been told to eat. If it was on my plate, I ate it without complaint. Have you ever known me to leave anything?”

Max frowned in thought before he laughed. “You know what, I haven’t. You always clear your plate. What if you don’t like something?”

“I still eat it and then I know for next time that I don’t like it and I won’t agree to eat it again.”

“I couldn’t do that.” Max grimaced. “If I didn’t like it, I would not fucking eat it. I was very opinionated and very strong willed, even as a child and nothing, not even the threat of a public spanking from my Dad, would get me to eat anything that I didn’t want to when I was a kid, which unfortunately had the effect of teaching my brother and sisters that they didn’t have to eat what they didn’t want to either. My Dad hated it.”

“Ba na.” Braiden babbled loudly, cutting across their conversation.

“Yes Braiden. Banana.” Nasta encouraged brightly, holding out a thin slice of the fruit to their, almost, one year old.

“Na na.” Braiden giggled as he grabbed the slice and squashed it in his hand before sucking the mushed banana into his mouth.

“You’re so messy.” Nasta mock growled at him, getting a happy giggle back and mushed banana covered fingers grabbing for his face. He pulled back very quickly out of reach.

“Ba na na.” Calix babbled and as one, four heads swung to look at him.

“Get the camera!” Max hissed.

Nasta rushed to fumble the camcorder from a kitchen drawer, he set it up and set it to record as Max hunched in front of Calix and babbled to him and then he said ‘banana’ to Calix and he screeched happily.

“Ba nana.” Calix said more clearly, clapping his hands together.

“Banana.” Max encouraged again showing the thin slice of fruit to him.

“Nanah.” Calix grinned bashing a little hand against his highchair tray.

“Banana.”

“Banana.” Calix copied.

Max scooped him up and cuddled him close. “Who is such a clever boy! Seven months old and he said his first proper word! This here is my boy!” He boasted, turning Calix to face the camcorder. “This clever boy is made with my genes and that bruiser by there, is also my genes!” He added pointing to Farren, who was sucking the last of the banana slices into his mouth. “I have a smart son and a big bruiser.”

“Are you done?” Draco sneered. “I haven’t had any biological children yet, we all know that my genes will be highly superior. Not that I think any of them are inferior, but my genes are naturally going to be a cut above yours.”

Blaise snorted. “I think that it’s Harry’s genes that are the superior ones. All the kids are amazing and they all have one thing in common. Harry.”

“I can agree to that.” Nasta said with a soft smile as he put the camcorder back down and placed it back into its drawer.

“Right lovers, breakfast is up, are these monsters finished yet?” Max asked as he handed Calix off to Nasta, who had held his arms out for him.

“We’re just waiting on Regan to stop being a fussy mare.” Draco grumbled as he tried to get Regan to eat a little more.

“I’ll set the bath up after breakfast.” Nasta sighed. “If one of you could give me a hand we can bathe three of them at a time and get done in half the time so that we can focus on setting everything up for Harry.”

“I’ll help you.” Blaise said after thanking Max for his breakfast.

“Thank you, Caru.” Nasta smiled and pulled his head into a kiss as he passed on his way to get to his own breakfast.

“Did Harry say what his nightmare was about?” Blaise asked.

Nasta shook his head. “No. He didn’t say much about it. He just told me that he had a nightmare, not what it was about, but I’d think it was about the Dursley trial.”

“Don’t say that too loudly today.” Draco warned. “It’s his birthday; the last thing he needs is hearing that damn name.”

Nasta nodded in understanding and dug into his breakfast, but it was like chewing rubber. He’d rather eat his own wings than tell Max such a thing though, especially as he was sure that Max’s cooking was just as perfect as it always was, the fault lay upstairs, sleeping in their bed and not even knowing that it was his birthday.
Max set to cleaning the dishes and the kitchen as he started baking little fairy cakes and making a very large birthday cake for Harry.
Nasta and Blaise bathed the children and dressed them smartly, but made sure they were still comfortable enough to play and move around in as they dropped them on Draco, who was freshly showered, in the living room with their toys and then they went for their own shower, and if they took a little longer than usual and Blaise came out a little bow legged and flushed, no one said a word.
Draco wrangled the five kids as best as he could, but he was definitely feeling more love for Leolin, who was fast asleep in his bassinet, not crawling over everything, not hitting his brothers, not throwing anything, not trying to climb the cabinets, not screaming, not crying, he wasn’t doing anything but sleeping peacefully and Draco was forced to run around like a fucking peasant trying to keep an eye on all five of them as they all crawled off in different directions. Calix, the little speed racer, was darting off out the door. Tegan was hitting Farren, who was just sat there letting her hit him, but he was crying loudly. Braiden was cruising the coffee table, hitting it on every step with a hard, plastic musical ball that was lighting up brightly and making an ear splitting sound every time one of the buttons was bashed into the table. He couldn’t see Regan anywhere.

“Max!” He called out loudly, trying to keep his voice under control so that he didn’t wake up Harry, but Max heard him and the urgency in his voice.

Max dashed into the room wearing his dark green apron, covered in flour and Calix under his arm.

“He was just coming into the kitchen when I heard you.” Max sighed as he settled Calix down on the floor and went to take the musical ball from Braiden as Draco picked up Farren and cuddled him gently, soothing and comforting him.

“I can’t find Regan!” He told Max desperately.

Max looked around and Draco saw when the panic set in. He put Braiden in the playpen, snatched up Calix and put him into it too, Draco got the message and placed Farren into it with his two brothers, but Max had separated Tegan off and placed her into a travel cot that was up behind the settee, then he started looking for Regan.
Draco joined him, his heart in his throat and he felt like either bursting into tears or shifting form and clawing up some prey.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” Blaise asked as he came into the living room from the downstairs bathroom, happy, relaxed and sated for all of a minute.

Nasta moved him to the side so that he could come into the room and see what was happening for himself.

“Regan’s gone missing.” Max informed them.

Both of their faces slackened and then the panic set in as they started searching the whole room.

“How the hell did you lose him?!” Blaise raged hysterically.

“Braiden was bashing his damn music ball against the table, Tegan was attacking Farren and Calix was off out the door, I couldn’t track all of them at once and I lost Regan.”

“We’ll find him.” Nasta said soothingly. “He can’t get out of the house.”

Max blanched. “I have the back door open to stop the kitchen from overheating.” He explained before he ran to his kitchen to the back door to see if maybe Regan had taken a trip outside. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

“He couldn’t have gotten far!” Draco said a bit hysterically.

“Calm down, just stay calm.” Nasta encouraged. “Check under the settees, check under everything.”

Draco dropped to his belly and peered under their chairs, his heart constricting when he didn’t see even a hint of his little boy.

“Where the hell can he be?!” Blaise shouted.

They all sighed when they heard Harry getting up at Blaise’s shout, but before they could even exchange glances to decide what to say to him or how they could possibly explain to their submissive mate that they’d lost one of their children, a thump on the stairs had their hearts lurching into their throats, another thump followed by another had them rushing into the passageway as they heard a little body falling down the stairs.
A sleep tousled, very exhausted looking Harry in pyjamas stood at the top of the stairs, his face etched in fury and horror.
Regan was stuck halfway up the stairs, floating a mere half an inch from hitting the next step, he was screaming even as he was frozen in place and Harry almost fell head long down the stairs to grab him as Nasta rushed up the stairs to grab them both.
Harry clutched at Regan tightly and ignored Nasta carrying him down the stairs as he focused on the screaming baby in his arms. He was so angry that he was visibly shaking and all sorts of thoughts and scenarios were going through his mind, he felt bile creep up his throat.
Nasta sent Draco to go and find Max in the considerable garden and Harry kicked out at Nasta to get to the floor, sniffing and tracing his eyes all over Regan’s little body, but there seemed to be no damage done to him at all that he could see, but he wasn’t taking any chances, not with his little boy as he inhaled deeply around his head, trying to scent out any damage whatsoever.

“Oh thank fuck. I need a shot of Firewhiskey after that scare.” Max groaned.

“He fell down the stairs.” Harry bit out so coldly that they all swallowed nervously.

“Is…is he alright?” Max asked hesitantly.

“He fell down the stairs!” Harry repeated angrily, his voice rising as his arms tightened around Regan.

“Let me see him, Harry, I have first aid training.” Max encouraged. “One simple spell, that’s all, you know that this could be an emergency situation, we’ve been in this position before, just let me check him okay? Please.”

Harry clenched his jaw so hard that they could hear his teeth grinding together. “I won’t let go of him.”

“If you’re pregnant then the spell might…”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Harry hissed. “If I’m not pregnant then I’m going to feel worse for not holding him, stop wasting time! If he needs a Healer then the sooner we get him there the better!”

Max nodded haltingly and pulled his wand out of his sleeve and cast a diagnostic spell while Harry nuzzled with Regan, still sniffing him.

“He’s alright, Harry. There’s absolutely no head trauma and no concussion. He doesn’t have any broken or fractured bones, he might have a little bruising, but I swear to you there is no danger to him or any damage done.”

Harry unclenched his jaw and he swallowed hard as he heard that. He nodded sharply instead and tried to regain normal breathing patterns.

“What happened?” Harry asked them, deceptively calm.

“I…I couldn’t keep track of them.” Draco admitted bitterly. “Braiden was damaging the table, Tegan was attacking Farren, Calix was out of the door and into the kitchen and I lost Regan. He must have gone out of the door before Calix did without me noticing. I’m so sorry.”

Harry nodded and sat down on the settee, curling his legs up and cuddling with Regan. He looked so tired that none of them knew what to say.

“He was on the top landing.” Harry informed them. “He was right on the edge of the stairs as I came out of the bedroom because you were all shouting, when I woke up I heard him babbling to himself. I thought I was having a heart attack. He turned sharply to look at something down the hall and he just fell backwards. I tried to reach him, fuck I tried to get to him before he fell, but he toppled backwards before I could get halfway to him. Anything could have happened to him. He could have broken his neck! We’re lucky that he was born a wizard and he had his magic to help save him from tumbling down the full staircase, but he shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place. I want those safety gates put in on the top and bottom of those stairs within the hour.”

“Mama!” Braiden called out from his small prison.

“Let them out too, I won’t have them locked up like animals because you can’t keep an eye on them.” He said grumpily.

“Did you have another nightmare?” Nasta asked softly.

“Not now.” Harry snapped. “I at least want some tea before I start thinking about that again. That is the very last thing that I want to deal with right now.”

Nasta sighed and turned away, letting the kids out to play once again, separating Tegan and Farren as his little girl seemed to really enjoying going after Farren in particular for some reason. He closed the door to the living room so that none of them could get out again as Max went to get Harry a cup of his favoured honey tea and Blaise took a dejected Draco to find the safety gates that they’d put into storage for when the babies were older, they really hadn’t thought that they’d need them until the kids were at least walking around a little, but it seemed that there was still a hell of a lot they needed to learn. He couldn’t believe that Regan had been put into such danger, just for the sake of a gate at the bottom of the stairs.
Max came back quickly to hand Harry his cup of tea and Harry was feeling better enough to at least thank him for it, but he looked ill from where Nasta was standing and he hated the thought that Harry was plagued by these nightmares enough to make him ill. He really couldn’t wait until it was all over and done with and Harry never had anything to worry over again.
The room was silent except for baby giggles and screeches and babbling, with the occasional sip that Harry took from the cup of tea that he’d been given. They watched silently as Braiden crawled to where Harry was sat and pulled himself up to his feet, lifting one arm up towards Harry, the other had a death grip on the fabric of the settee.

“Mama!” Braiden called out loudly and demandingly, gaining Harry’s attention and Harry gave him a small, pained looking smile, but he smiled nonetheless and he bent forward to put his cup on the table before he pulled Braiden up to cuddle on his lap with Regan, who was held so tightly to Harry’s front that he couldn’t have gotten away even if he’d been trying to, but their little boy was just lying on Harry, not doing or saying anything with his little hands clenched tight into Harry’s pyjama top. They could almost believe that he was sleeping, but his hazel-gold eyes were wide open and frozen with shock and terror. That made all of them feel so much guilt and pain, all of them felt terrible that this had happened to Regan, their beautiful little boy.

“The safety gates are up and I checked them several times. They’re secured and magically warded. They won’t be able to fall down the stairs again.” Draco said hesitantly as he came back into the room with Blaise.

None of them were sure what to do or to say about what had happened, they were at a loss in such a heart stopping situation. Honestly speaking, what could they do after what had happened?

“Do you even know what day it is?” Blaise asked him suddenly.

Harry frowned. “Friday.”

Nasta sighed as his concerns from earlier were confirmed. “It’s your eighteenth birthday, Harry.”

They watched as Harry’s eyes widened as realisation hit him. Nasta sighed again and rubbed his forehead with his finger and thumb.

“I completely forgot. I just wasn’t thinking.” Harry tried to assure them.

“That’s okay, Harry, you had a rough night. Would you like to talk about it?” Nasta asked patiently.

Harry sighed. “It was them again. It’s always them! I just want these dreams to stop.”

“If you talk the nightmares through with us then maybe you’ll feel better.” Max hedged. “You know you can come to any of us for anything, Harry, anything at all. We only want to help you.”

Harry raked a hand through his already messed up hair and all but groaned, wrapping his arm back around Braiden and he kissed him lingeringly before turning to do the same with Regan on his other side.

“They took the kids away from us. They hurt them like they once used to hurt me and I was just stood there like a fucking idiot doing absolutely nothing but shouting at them to stop, but they never. No matter what I did I couldn’t move, it was like I was cursed to the spot. I heard the babies crying, calling out for me, but I couldn’t go to them. I’ve never felt so helpless. I think it was a mix of the trial, my old memories and those damned Faeries threatening to take Leolin away from us. It all jumbled up and made that monstrosity of a nightmare. Then I wake up from the same dream that I had had this morning and I find Regan playing on the top of the stairs! Seeing him fall backwards while I was powerless to help him, while I was too far away to protect him, hearing him hitting the stairs as he fell down them, his crying and his screaming. I couldn’t have controlled my reaction to that if I’d tried, but I did manage to keep a hold on my Dracken, who still wants to come out to make sure our little baby is alright.”

“How did he even get up the stairs?”

“He crawled up them.” Harry said with a look. “Myron and Richard told us that he pulled himself up using the settee and held himself off the floor. If he can do that then he can pull himself up a set of stairs.”

“The gates are up now, he won’t be able to do it again and he’s fine, Harry. He might be a little scared from his sudden fall, but he’s not injured. I am sorry that it happened in the first place, of course I am, but he’s okay and we’ve taken measures so that it’ll never happen again.” Draco said softly.

Harry sighed and nodded. “I know, I’m sorry for snapping, but it’s been a long night and after that nightmare and finding Regan on the landing, watching him falling…it didn’t make me feel very secure. If he hadn’t have been up on the landing, if he hadn’t have fallen, then I might not have had a bitch fit over just a few nightmares, but he was and he did.”

“You have as many bitch fits as you want. You’re entitled to them after that.” Max grinned. “We still love you, or at least we do until you start gouging out eyes.”

Harry chuckled and smiled at Max, grateful to him for lightening the mood.

“Do I get birthday kisses now?” He asked with a cheeky smile, trying to apologise for his behaviour, even if it was caused by the most horrific nightmare that he’d had to date and watching his precious little boy falling backwards down the stairs. His heart still wasn’t beating smoothly.

Max darted right in and snogged him breathless, sweeping his tongue into his mouth and pressing their lips together hard and kissing until they were both struggling for air. Harry’s lips were bruised, bright red and felt a little tender, but his chest heaved and he was grinning a bit dazedly.

“Now that was a birthday kiss.” Harry practically giggled. “Where are my other three?”

Harry was in a much better mood after he’d had a proper kiss from all of his mates and seeing Regan moving again also helped. His little boy pushed back from him and shimmied to get himself off the settee and onto the floor, Harry’s hands hovering over him in a protective gesture that he didn’t even try to reel in. He watched with his heart in his throat as Regan crawled to a soft bear and cuddled with it, rubbing it over his face in a comforting gesture.
Max jumped at the chance to get back into his kitchen, remembering that he had a cake in the oven. He made Harry swear not to move and not to go into the kitchen. Harry pouted and threw his arms up and had a mini, very exaggerated tantrum, even rolling over the floor, in which all of his babies and his mates laughed at him. Braiden even clapped for him and it made Harry feel better as he pulled Braiden into his arms and he carried on rolled around the floor with him.

“You haven’t even asked about your presents.” Max teased as he brought Harry another cup of tea and a bacon sandwich.

“I keep telling you, I don’t need them. I have everything that I could possibly want, what else can you give me?” Harry asked with a smile as he cradled an armful of children close to his chest before letting them roam off towards their toys again. “This helps though.” He grinned as he held up his sandwich and took a big bite, wiping the blob of brown sauce from his lip with his thumb.

Max shook his head and sat behind him and dragged him back onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him tightly and kissing the back of his neck with soft, dry lips.
Braiden stood on Harry’s lap and reached over his shoulder to grasp at Max’s hair, giggling his little heart out.

“You’re getting so much better at standing, little man. A year old in a few short weeks, dear Merlin where does the time go? I still remember you looking like a small hairless rat lying in the crook of my arm.”

Harry stopped chewing and turned his head to stare at Max. He swallowed hard.

“Did you, or did you not, just call our son a hairless rat?” He demanded.

“He did look like a hairless rat.” Max defended. “Didn’t you baby?”

Max pulled Braiden over Harry’s shoulder and cuddled him tightly. “You were a little hairless rat weren’t you, love? Yes you were!”

“Did I just hear you calling my Grandson a hairless rat?”

They all stopped and turned to look at a very unimpressed Marianna standing framed in the doorway.

“Well?!” She demanded of Max, her hands on her considerable hips.

“I uhh…well that might not have been exactly what I meant.” Max stammered a little and Harry laughed at how uncomfortable and embarrassed he looked.

“It had better not have been!” Marianna huffed before she turned to Blaise and gave him a hug that looked like it had crippled his back before she turned to Harry and smiled at him. “Happy birthday, sweetheart, here you go.”

She handed him a wrapped present and took Braiden from Max’s arms to squeeze him tight.

“Thank you.” Harry said politely with a smile as he went to open it.

“You can’t open just one gift, you need to receive them all first.” Draco complained.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Marianna has been kind enough to bring me a gift, I’m not going to shove it to the side and ignore it.” He said as he tore the colourful paper open to reveal an absolutely gorgeous jumper, it was overlarge, just how he liked them in the winter and he buried his nose into it. It was so soft and thick and it smelt clean and he knew just from looking at it and feeling it that it was expensive. The label was all in French.

“Thank you so much. I love it.”

“I thought you might.” Marianna smiled. “Even if it is summer, I’ve never known a boy to wear so many jumpers.”

Harry grinned as he folded his new jumper back up and carefully placed it on the coffee table, scrunching up the paper to dispose of it before a baby got hold of it, but Max took it from him and ushered Marianna to a settee, offering to get her tea.

“A coffee would be better.” Marianna told him. “You had better make a good cup too, to make up for calling my sweet Braiden a rat; you just wait until your Father hears what I overheard.”

Max actually blushed, one of the only times that Harry had ever seen him do so. He could count on one hand the amount of times that something had embarrassed Max enough to blush and he couldn’t help grinning as he watched Max nod his head and rush out to the sanctuary of his kitchen.

“He is just too fun to wind up.” Marianna chuckled huskily.

“You shouldn’t tease him, Mother.” Blaise chastised lightly.

“Why not?” Marianna asked. “He insulted my Grandson, I will tease him until he gets all flustered or, if that doesn’t work, I’ll insult his parentage and insinuate that he is a few genetic pairs short of normal.”

Blaise rolled his eyes as if this was all completely normal and Harry chuckled, finishing his sandwich and draining his tea. He didn’t have to wait long before Max came back to refill his cup, handing Blaise and Marianna mugs of coffee as he sorted out Nasta and Draco with tea too.

“Silly boy, did you hear me say put milk and sugar into my coffee?” Marianna asked with a frown.

Max swallowed and apologised, going to take the mug back to make her a new one, but Marianna laughed.

“You’re lucky that I like my coffee with milk and sugar.” She explained with a smirk as she took a deep sip. Her violet eyes glinting with the smile that she wouldn’t let show on her mouth.

Max sat down heavily on the settee behind Harry and seemed to be giving himself a mental pep talk. Harry wondered if it was the calm down and get under control sort or the ‘I’m not going to kill her’ mantra. He smiled and hid it behind his cup as he pulled a lost looking Regan back onto his lap and tickled him until he screeched happily. He still hand the stuffed bear, which had been a gift for Braiden last Christmas if he believed right, in his one hand.

“Muma.” He said quietly, looking up at him through Nasta’s hazel-gold eyes, a wide grin on his little face. He looked so much like Sanex that he had to smile. His hair was black and his eyes were paler than Sanex’s, but the face was all Nasta’s older brother’s and by extension Aneirin’s, he hoped they would both come today, it seemed like forever since he’d last seen Sanex and Caesar, he wanted to catch up with Amelle and with Talia too. He wanted to know if Julinda had worked things out with her Husband that was never there and if Alayla’s nursing course was going well. He had so much to talk about with so many people.

“How are you, Regan?” Harry asked him happily. “Are you enjoying yourself? I bet you are. I bet you’re just hampering to go exploring again, but you can’t do that without me or one of your Daddies with you, it isn’t safe.”

Regan giggled and reached for Harry’s lips. He couldn’t help but smile as those little fingers curled around his bottom lip, little nails digging in, but not too much, they’d groomed all of them recently, cutting nails, trimming hair and making sure everything was all alright and after the ordeal that Regan had been through, Harry would have let his son do anything and everything to keep that smile on his face and the giggle on his lips. He seemed to be much better now, or at least the wide eyed, frozen terror had gone.

“Where are you boys hiding?” Richard’s voice demanded just before he rounded the corner into the larger living room, the one that wasn’t connected to the floo. His scowl transformed into a grin. “There you are! I found you.”

Harry chuckled as Richard came to greet him first, bending down to hug Harry where he was on the floor before taking Regan from him and holding him tight.

“Hello munchkin!” He greeted brightly before swooping in and kissing Regan on the cheek. “How have you been? Still as naughty as you were last week, or have you gotten even naughtier?”

“Naughtier.” Max said with a smile, obviously feeling better since his run in with Marianna.

“I don’t believe you.” Myron grumbled as he stepped up behind Richard, his arms going around his Husband’s waist and holding him tightly as he bent his head to kiss the top of Regan’s head, his fluffy black hair just long enough to show that it wasn’t going to take after Harry’s own.

“This little one is as good as gold.” Myron continued. “Richard seems to think that Regan knew enough to only act up when I wasn’t in the room to witness it.”

“He did!” Richard insisted. “I swear he only got that evil glint in his eyes when he saw you leave the room.”

“He fell down the stairs, please be careful with him.” Harry breathed out, his fingers aching to turn into claws. “I don’t want to attack you, but my Dracken does, so be gentle with him.

“He fell down the stairs?” Richard gasped and Harry saw his arms tighten in an automatic gesture of protection; it calmed his Dracken down further.

“Halfway down them.” Harry amended. “His innate magic took over and he froze himself in mid fall. He was so scared.”

“Are you sure he isn’t Max’s baby? Did we ever tell you about the time that Max fell out of the third storey window? Myron jumped out after him only to find him floating just off the ground.” Richard said with a shiver.

“You did tell me that story.” Harry nodded and he felt better for being reminded of it. All parents had scares like this, he still wasn’t going to let Regan out of his sight, but he did feel calmer.

“All parents go through something like this, Harry, there will be many more accidents to happen too, you can be sure of that, but someone is always going to be there to help pick them up and dust them off. Regan seems fine to me, just like Max was fine after his tumble out of the window, you won’t want to let him go, but he’s absolutely fine and he doesn’t need smothering. Myron even brought Max to bed with us and he was six at the time, my poor balls have never ached so much!”

Myron rolled his eyes and kissed Richard before he took a small something from his pocket and enlarged it with his wand.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” He said as he pulled Harry off the floor with the force of his hug and petted his hair lovingly before setting him back on the floor and he sat himself next to Max, pulling his son into a tight hug and pressing his lips to Max’s temple. That gesture alone told Harry that Myron still had nightmares over Max falling from that window, thinking on it, his loveable mate could have died that day, Harry might never have met him and then he wouldn’t have had Farren or Calix. He swallowed and made a mental note to catch a tight hug with Max himself later.

“Thank you.” Harry grinned as he tore open his present and opened the box inside, only to gasp and shut it again quickly. He blushed to the roots of his hair and even down his neck, his cheeks flaming. He could feel the heat of it as he turned to stare at Myron, his mouth parted slightly in shock and embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that Myron would have ever thought to get him a sex toy, let alone such an outrageous set.

“Don’t you like it?” Myron asked confusedly.

“I…yes of course. Thank you.” Harry flustered out, the heat in his face flaring up another level and he had to lower his eyes, he couldn’t even look at Myron as his cheeks burned red.

Richard started laughing uproariously and Myron’s eyes narrowed dangerously, he knew his Husband too well by now and that laugh let him know that Richard had done something that he wouldn’t approve of.

“What was in the box?” He demanded. Harry wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or to Richard.

“Nothing they won’t enjoy, I promise.” Richard laughed.

“What was in the box?!” Myron hissed dangerously. “Where is the gift that we bought for him?”

Richard grinned as he took out an identically wrapped box and enlarged it, he handed it to Harry with a wink. Harry was almost too afraid to open it. He was noticeably slower in unwrapping it, keeping the box away from his body as if expecting a python to fly out at his face as he cracked the lid open on the box and peeked inside carefully.
Harry pulled the lid off completely as he deemed it safe, he removed the safety packaging that kept his gift from being damaged by being thrown around in the slightly too big box and he took out the beautiful leather case that held a collection of nine beautifully bound books. He pulled the first one out and a grin split his face as he realised that it was all about defensive techniques and offensive spells. A set of nine, fully detailed defence books for advanced learners of the art. He sat up on his knees and he turned and threw his arms around Myron’s waist where he was sat on the settee next to Max, squeezing that thick middle as tightly as he could. Myron chuckled and held him back tightly.

“I hope you like this one more than whatever was in the box that was given to you the first time. I will find out what it is though and I’ll punish him accordingly.” Myron told him, glaring at a grinning Richard, who was completely unrepentant.

“I do. I love it. Thank you so much.”

A scream had Harry’s heart leaping into his throat as his mind took him back to what had happened to Regan that morning, his head snapped to the side to look at Farren who was lying on his back on the floor, Tegan kneeling over him with a wooden block in her hand.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as he picked up Farren and all but smothered him to his chest as Nasta picked up Tegan, took the block from her hand and set her into the travel cot with no toys.

“I see she’s still a bully.” Myron grumbled. “We had a hell of a time trying to keep her and Farren separated; she really doesn’t like him.”

Harry hated that. He hated that two of his children weren’t getting along and they were so young. This shouldn’t have been happening.

“It’s because Regan likes playing with Farren.” Blaise told them. “Tegan doesn’t like him playing with anyone other than her and usually he doesn’t mind, but sometimes he’ll crawl over to Farren and she hates it when Regan wants to play with any of the others.”

“She shouldn’t have the capacity to feel jealousy yet!” Harry said desperately as he rocked Farren.

“They’re born from Drackens.” Max reminded him. “They’ll develop a lot quicker than you might think, even if they are humans. They still have our genes, even though they aren’t Drackens themselves they’re still Dracken gene carriers and they still have Dracken blood.”

“I think she needs some sisters to play with. That might make her feel better.” Marianna said.

“That or she’ll get jealous over them too because she’s not the only girl anymore.” Richard shrugged. “She might very well get jealous over any new babies because they’re just that, new babies.”

Harry tugged at his hair with his free hand and sat on the settee with a sigh. “Why does she have to be so jealous and spiteful? She shared my body with Farren for four months, you’d think that she’d feel even a slight connection to him for that, she doesn’t do this to Braiden and Regan plays with him too.”

“Ah…actually she does do the same to Braiden.” Richard told him with an apologetic grimace. “It’s just that he’s up on his feet now and cruising, she can’t compete with that as she hasn’t found her feet yet, but we noticed that if he was on the floor playing, then she would make her way over to him and give him a smack and a couple of times she’s hit him when he’s taking his nap, so we had to always keep an eye on her.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing and he held Farren tighter.

“How do I make her stop? I don’t want her to do these things, I want her to stop!”

“She’s a baby still.” Myron sighed. “The only thing you can do is keep a close eye on her and pull her away if she gets too close to Farren or Braiden, it’s what we were doing in the end, it’s all we could do. She won’t understand what she’s doing wrong for a while yet, so she won’t understand punishment, though I would start your method of punishment sooner rather than later, just so they know there are consequences and whatever you do, stay consistent!”

Harry lay back with Farren and his second oldest son lay snuggled into his chest and murmured quietly to himself as Harry rubbed the spot that Tegan had hit him with the block with one hand while his other rubbed his back slowly and soothingly.
When she was old enough, he would most definitely put a stop to her behaviour, he would not have any of his children treating one another this way, he wouldn’t stand for bullying in his own home. He wouldn’t stand for it.

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At two in the afternoon, the babies were all fast asleep napping; even Farren who had had a rough start to his day, though not as rough as Regan had, who was sleeping peacefully, completely safe in his travel cot, his soft bear tucked under his arm still and Harry was happily catching up with Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Bill.
Hermione had just started a job at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and she hoped to make a huge difference for all magical creatures and Harry knew that she’d make sure that she would do so fairly and justly and for all creatures, including Drackens. She hoped, with the help of Myron, Aneirin and Lucius, to help reform the way that Drackens were perceived and persecuted, stating that the execution of anyone without fair trial was barbaric and archaic. She went on for a long while, but Harry just smiled and nodded along with her like he’d been doing for most of their friendship together. It was just easier than trying to keep up with her when he didn’t understand half of what she was saying. It was a survival technique.

“Merlin, stop for breath once in a while, Granger, here have a cake.” Draco said as he shoved a cake into her hands before dragging Harry away and into the next room.

“Are you okay, what’s wrong?” Harry asked panicked, but Draco just gave him an evil smirk and pulled him into a passionate, lingering kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the last hour.” Draco confessed as they broke apart slowly, Harry blinking at him dazedly.

“By all means, carry on.” Harry encouraged with a grin.

They were found ten minutes later, still snogging and clutching one another close, by Caesar, who of course laughed loudly and ran back into the kitchen to tell everyone what he’d seen, embellishing his story by claiming that Harry and Draco were half naked and were ‘all but having sex’ in the next room.
It backfired on him slightly as Max hit him for seeing his claimed mates in the heat of the moment and Caesar went whining to Myron, who cuffed him around the ear for snooping around in someone else’s home.
Harry went to explain, only to find that the more he protested that he and Draco weren’t half naked and trying to have sex, the more people actually believed that he had done it, which he thought was completely stupid, so he just huffed and went to sit next to the newly arrived Amelle, who was four months pregnant and was trying to control a fussy Eleonora.

“Hey Amelle, how are you feeling?” Harry asked softly as he sat next to her.

“Don’t you start too!” She snapped. “How do you think I feel? Why does everyone have to ask me that?”

Harry grinned. “Sorry. Have your cravings started yet? How about your bump, how incapacitated do you feel with it currently? Can you still see your toes?”

“Harry!” Caesar gasped in shock.

“Finally someone who gets it!” Amelle crowed happily as she turned her body to face him and she smiled gratefully at him. “My cravings have started. Marmite, I need marmite on everything and if this damn baby gets any bigger I’ll need a mirror to tie my shoelaces! How much room does this baby need? I’m sure I was never this big with Nora.”

“You were bigger.” Caesar informed her.

Both Harry and Amelle looked at him, both with mouths agape.

“You seriously did not just say that.” Harry told him. “Well…I suppose it was nice knowing you, but you are so dead.”

“What do you mean I was bigger?!” Amelle demanded, cutting Harry off. “Are you calling me fat? How dare you! This is all your fault, this baby is yours and if it wasn’t for you then it wouldn’t be there!”

Harry pulled her into a hug and petted her gorgeous auburn hair. “It’s alright, he doesn’t know what he’s saying, he’s a stupid man, we can’t expect him to know these things. It’s called ignorance.” Harry told her soothingly.

“You’re a man too.” Sanex told him.

“I’m a submissive, it doesn’t count.” Harry sniffed.

“Why not?” Caesar pouted.

“Because he knows what Amelle is going through because he’s gone through it himself.” Nasta told them.

“I knew I loved you for a reason.” Harry said with a grin. “See Amelle, not all men are hopeless. Nasta gets it.”

Harry took the fussing and struggling Nora from Amelle and held her in front of his face, examining her from when he’d last seen her.

“Well now, you certainly have grown since I last saw you!” He told the year old girl softly. He had very regretfully missed her birthday because it had been when he was on his heat period. “Look how gorgeous you are, Nora! Just look at this hair.” He chuckled and he twirled a long lock of the soft, dark auburn hair around his finger. “Don’t let Draco see you with this hair or he’ll continuously brush it for you. He loves hair.”

“That’s a good thing.” Amelle smiled. “She loves having her hair played with.”

Harry grinned. “Draco! You have a willing victim this time, go and get your brush.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, sitting Nora on the table and using his favourite brush to smooth through Eleonora’s thick, gorgeous hair, which had the effect of calming her right down and stopping her fussing.
Nora screeched happily and wriggled her little body as Draco pulled the brush through her hair that was almost to her shoulders already. He wrapped an arm around her quickly, just in case she fell from the table and carried on. Harry knew from experience that Draco could do this for an hour or more, he could almost guarantee that Nora would get sick of it before Draco did.
Harry talked to Amelle more, asking her about her little café job, which she was enjoying, though Caesar was driving her completely mad as he turned up for coffee every other hour just to check up on her throughout the day, but Amelle was just happy to actually have her small job.
He greeted more guests as they arrived, he greeted Alexander enthusiastically and Max was in his element as he cooked up a feast for them all, keeping everything under control as so many people tried to cram themselves into his kitchen, which looked tiny when it was filled with so many people, but the more people who arrived, the happier Max seemed to be, it was adorable and made Harry almost melt from seeing him act this way, from seeing him so very happy just because he had so many people to cook for.
Harry was very surprised when a sound came over the baby monitor and he realised which one it was coming from. Leolin usually never woke so early.
Harry excused himself and he went to get him quickly, seeing what he wanted, but he didn’t seem to want anything as he looked up at him through his bright, golden eyes, sniffling.
Harry picked him up when it looked like he might start to cry again and he cradled him close to his heart, shushing him gently before the tears could come.

“What’s the matter, love, are you alright?” He asked as he smoothed Leolin’s thin, black hair through his finger and thumb. “Do you want to come out with all of us and join the party too, is that what you want?”

Harry carried Leolin back down the stairs, securing the safety gates behind him as he went, and he joined everyone back in the kitchen and reclaimed his place with Amelle on one side of him and Hermione on the other as he showed Leolin off to them both. His seven month old was scowling up at the two women.

Amelle laughed lightly. “Oh look at that sweet face.”

“Does that mean he’s an Unseelie?” Hermione asked. “I read up about Faeries when you told me that Leolin was one through Nasta’s bloodline. You should have an indication by now of whether he’s a Seelie or an Unseelie.”

Harry nodded at his friend, smiling indulgently as she went into a spiel about everything she’d learnt about Unseelie Faeries, even Aneirin looked impressed.

“You know more about him than I do.” Harry told her with a laugh. “At least if I ever have any questions I’ll know where to go.”

Hermione gave him a small, embarrassed smile, but Max took all the pressure and attention away from her by serving dinner and yelling at everyone to sit down at the table, which had been magically enhanced to its limits to fit everyone in.

“I’ve been reading up on Drackens too, Harry.” Hermione said. “The book I have said that you could only be pregnant with chicks in the winter.”

Amelle turned and snarled at Hermione, but Harry touched her shoulder and murmured gently to her.

“What did I say wrong?” Hermione asked.

“You called our children chicks.” Harry said softly, trying not to let the others hear, but Amelle had attracted their attention by growling.

“The books said…”

“I know. I read a book that called Dracken young chicks too, but I found out, when I called them chicks in front of my Elder chaperone, that it’s a derogatory term that the Ministry have coined to describe a Dracken’s young to dehumanise them to the public to make it easier for them to be able to extradite Dracken carriers and execute the inherited Drackens as soon as they’re sixteen. They’re not chicks, they’re not birds and they are not born from eggs. They’re babies, Hermione and to our Drackens they’re just our young, or our offspring, we don’t call them chicks and our Drackens don’t call them chicks.”

“I didn’t know.” Hermione said, biting her lip.

“I know. I didn’t know either, as I said I read a Ministry sanctioned book when I was first inherited, it was the only information I had to go on while I was still keeping it a secret, and I honestly thought that they were called chicks, but no, it’s just another way that the Ministry is trying to turn the mass public against us as a whole species, a way to dehumanise our children so that they aren’t seen as human right from their birth.”

“That’s disgusting.” Hermione said furiously.

“It is.” Myron said calmly. “We’re trying to change such things, but there is only so much we can do without endangering our families. No one is going to listen to a Dracken preaching about Dracken rights.”

“I’ll do as much as I can.” Hermione swore seriously. “I’ve been overturning house-elf rights and campaigning for the legal discrimination against vampires and werewolves to be demolished, including the children of said creatures. I’ve got a rather large backing from both colleagues and from the public too.”

“Be careful, Granger. It’s our lives that you’re playing with, not your own.” Draco warned her.

“No, this could be a good thing.” Harry said. “Hermione is well known for fighting against such injustices, even while we were still in Hogwarts, and she’s a Muggleborn…if anyone is not going to be linked in the slightest to any Dracken blood, it’s going to be her.”

“Harry’s right, this could be just what our species needs as a whole. Someone obviously not a Dracken or related to one to stand and fight our corner.” Aneirin insisted. “If you’re serious about doing this, Hermione then we will give you all the help and support that you need. Lucius Malfoy is pushing through several protective bills himself, if you add to that to support his bills, this could actually work and the laws can finally be changed.”

Hermione started talking seriously with Myron, Aneirin and Richard about reforming the laws and what needed to be done and how much work there was to do, but Hermione being placed in the Control of Magical Creatures department was an amazing opportunity that they couldn’t miss out on. This could be just want their species needed, people to support them and back them. With Hermione and Lucius, two people who weren’t linked in the slightest to Drackens, perhaps between them they could get the public on the side of the Drackens and that disgusting ‘executed on sight’ law could be abolished and their ‘dark creature’ status could be overturned.
Dinner carried on as normal after that and Harry had just blown out the candles on his two tiered birthday cake an hour and a half later when he heard Braiden calling for him through the baby monitor. He was up and gone before anyone else could offer to go and get his first born son for him.
He went in to the nursery to find Braiden stood in his cot and bouncing in anticipation as he called out for him repeatedly.

“Hey, what’s this?” He asked. “You impatient little boy.” He cooed, picking him up and cuddling him close.

Calix and Farren were also awake and Harry scooped them both up and carried them carefully down the stairs, thankful that he’d left the gates open on his way up, anticipating coming back down. He sent Blaise to get Regan and Tegan and told him to close the gates on his way down.
The attention went from Harry to his children in seconds and he was thankful for that, he’d had more than enough attention for one day as his sons were taken from him and cooed and fussed over, but Max did serve him a huge chunk of cake with orders to tell him how much he liked it. Harry grinned and took a huge bite of the moist cake, chewing thoughtfully.

“Love it.” He declared after swallowing, kissing Max hard, his mate’s tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste the cake for himself.

Harry broke away from Max to take another big bite of cake. It was chocolate cake, he could see that well enough, but he detected a hint of fudge and he grinned at Max as he realised that it was actually a chocolate fudge cake.

“I really do love you.” Harry said as he rested against him.

Max wrapped his arms around him and bent to kiss him, making his way to his ear. “Don’t forget you have your big surprise later.”

Harry blinked as he remembered his promised surprise and he grinned excitedly.

“I can’t wait! What is it?”

“Later.” Max promised as he kissed him hard again before turning away and annoying his sister Alayla.

“Piss off, Max!” Alayla shouted loudly five minutes later as her temper won out over her patience and control.

“Alayla, watch your language, there are children in this room!” Myron chastised.

“Tell Max to leave me alone then, he’s more annoying now than he was when he still lived with us!”

Myron sighed heavily and went to split up his son and daughter, cuffing Max upside the head as he was at it.
Harry shook his head as Max turned to him, pouting and holding his arms out. He had to chuckle and he opened his arms and let Max bury himself into his chest as best as he could. It looked as ridiculous as it sounded.

“Everyone is mean to me, Harry.”

Harry laughed. “If you weren’t such an annoying twat then maybe they wouldn’t be mean to you.”

Harry suddenly found himself off his feet and in the air as Max carried him around and held him happily, nibbling at his neck.

“Mama!” Braiden called out startled and Harry looked down at him to see him frowning up at him as if wondering how he’d suddenly gotten so tall.

Harry bent to pick him up from Blaise and Max settled them both up in his arms and Harry clutched at Braiden tightly as he wriggled and stood up to look over his shoulder, giggling at how high he was.

“My fearless little boy.” Harry kissed him.

“Did you find out if you’re carrying?” Alexander asked him.

“Not yet. I’m holding it off as long as possible so that I can enjoy an extra week or two of freedom.”

Harry shared a laugh with some of his guests, but others, including his mates, were not impressed.

“It would be better if we found out sooner rather than later.” Nasta tried to sooth.

Harry rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’m going to do, go skydiving?” He asked. “I won’t do anything more or less than I already do, pregnant or not. At least if you lot don’t know then you can’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“Isn’t the point of being mated to a dominant, or four dominants in this case, being treated like glass? Shouldn’t you be enjoying it?” Julinda asked curiously.

Both Harry and Amelle scoffed, looked at one another and then laughed. Harry shook his head. “No, Juda. The very last thing that we want is to be treated like glass, pregnant or not. We can look after ourselves and we want to.”

“Exactly.” Amelle nodded. “I only know a handful of submissives that actually enjoy being treated in such a way and I always thought they were weird.”

Harry snorted and grinned at her. “I don’t mind being pampered occasionally, or getting a bit of bonding time and I’m getting better at letting these lugs carry me, but I’m not some pathetic, weak person who needs a big strong man around just to function normally. I don’t need protection, I don’t want to be coddled and I absolutely do not want to be escorted around everywhere like a dainty woman from the nineteen hundreds.”

“We can’t help ourselves sometimes.” Max assured him. “If we know you’re pregnant, or even suspect it, the urge to protect you is nearly overwhelming.”

“Which is why I don’t want it confirmed until the very last moment possible.” Harry smiled as he cuddled into Max’s body. “I don’t want to be overwhelmed or coddled. I’m not used to it and it makes me uncomfortable.”

“We can’t be having that.” Alexander said as he pulled Harry into his own arms, taking Braiden with them. “You boys can’t be letting your instincts rule you.”

“It’s hard, Granddad.” Max said with a sigh.

“You don’t think I know that?” Alexander snorted. “I’m not some feeble old man, I’m a dominant Dracken too; I had my own mate and children. How terrified do you think I was when your Grandmother had quadruplets after a string of six singleton births? How about when we had the quintuplets? How much do you think I wanted to smother my mate and never let her out of my sight?”

“I could see the physical strain on your body and in your eyes as you stopped yourself.” Kimberly smiled at her Husband softly. “But I will be forever thankful that you let me deal with it the way that I wanted to, in the way that I felt I needed to, to get through those high multiple pregnancies.”

Alexander shared a soft look with his Wife and mate and kissed her gently.

“How hard do you think it’s been on Harry to actually go against his instincts so much? You idiots can’t even suppress a mere overprotective instinct, yet every single day this amazing young man not only suppresses his instincts, but he goes against them using logic and his heart. If he can do that, why can’t you? If I could do it decades ago, why can’t you youngsters do it now, when you’re two generations younger than I was when I managed it? You’re supposed to be evolving into smart, intelligent humanoid dragons, not devolving back into mindless beasts who only run on their base instincts.”

Harry glanced at his mates and saw their unhappy looks and he sighed. “It isn’t easy.” He admitted as he wiggled to be put down. “It’s a continuous struggle between my head, my heart and my instincts. I have to fight one of them every day, with almost every decision that I make and sometimes the instincts just take over, but I see how proud you all are of me when I decide to ignore my more irrational instincts, I see how happy it makes you, so it makes it easier to do, but I face that fight, that struggle every single day, yet I do it to make you all happy, why can’t you do the same?” He asked.

“We’ll try.” Nasta nodded. “But the safety of you and the children come first.”

Harry nodded. “Trust me, if we were attacked or under threat, my instincts would take over too. I almost lost it this morning and I only managed to hold on by a thread.”

“Let’s stop this talk now and get back to your birthday.” Aneirin encouraged. “I don’t like that this heavy talk has taken over what is supposed to be a celebration.”

“I quite agree.” Mrs Weasley nodded. “Harry dear, if you are pregnant we can cross that bridge when we get to it, for now, concentrate on yourself and the fact that you have turned eighteen today, not if you might or might not be pregnant.”

Harry nodded and he smiled at the wonderful people that he had around him. He knew sometimes he was difficult to deal with, he had a temper and he had his own thoughts and ideas that maybe others didn’t like or agree with, but they were his thoughts and feelings and he’d like for others to respect them as he respected their thoughts and feelings too, even if he might not like them.

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It was eight at night when the last of his guests left, his children had been bedded down for an hour already and Caesar had taken Amelle and Eleonora home a few hours before when Amelle started to get tired and Eleonora was starting to flag from all the excitement and people fussing around her.
Harry collapsed onto the settee and accepted a cup of tea from Max gratefully as Nasta moved around them picking up debris and cleaning up. There wasn’t much to do as everyone had been considerate of them and they had cleaned up after themselves for the most part. It was mainly forgotten cups and glasses and a few plates of half-eaten cake that had been put down and forgotten about.

“I’m bloody knackered.” Harry groaned.

“You can’t be that tired!” Draco insisted.

“I didn’t sleep very much or for very long.” Harry sighed. “I don’t want to be tired, but I am.”

“How about if you stay awake for another hour or two, I’ll give you a dose of Dreamless sleep.” Max offered.

Harry perked up and grinned. “That would work, why can’t I have it now though?”

“You’ll be awake at four in the morning again if you take it now. So if you wait until ten, then you can take it to get yourself back into a regular sleep pattern.” Max told him with a strict, no nonsense tone that only came out when it came to dealing with doling out his pre-dosed potions.

Harry nodded at that logic and settled back once again, cuddling into Draco who wrapped a muscular arm around him and held him close.
Feeling safe, happy and very content, Harry let himself snuggle into Draco’s chest and kissed his chin, peppering lingering kisses along his cheeks and his lips.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” Max asked him, his voice deepening.

Harry blinked and stopped kissing Draco’s face to look at him.

“You mean there’s more? You already gave me presents, I’ve had too much as it is.”

“I don’t think you have.” Max told him firmly. “None of us do, so you get a big surprise from all of us because you deserve so much and more.”

“Will I like it?” Harry asked curiously.

“I damn well hope so.” Max grinned and Harry grinned back. Max’s happiness really was the infectious type of happiness; Harry was almost certain that not even a Dementor could rip Max’s happiness from him.

“Well, where is my surprise? I want it.” Harry said.

Draco chuckled and carried him up to their bedroom. Harry was dumped on the bed and told to stay where he was as his mates all walked into the bathroom.
Harry frowned and stared at the closed door, wondering what the hell they were doing. He swung his legs over the bed and went to check on Leolin and made sure that he was alright and sleeping peacefully. He tucked the blanket around him, made sure that his little feet were to the bottom of the bassinet so that he couldn’t be suffocated by his own blanket and then he made sure that there was a silencing bubble around his bassinet. He didn’t want Leolin hearing them, if he was getting what he suspected at least, but he wanted to know immediately if his little Faerie baby woke up.
He climbed back onto the bed and he lay back sighing, looking at the clock on the bedside table before looking back at the ceiling. What the hell was taking them so long and what the hell were they doing?
His thoughts run around his mind at a mile a minute as he tried to guess what they were doing. Several thoughts floated through his head, ranging from sex, sex, more sex and then his mates ambushing him into the bath, but that one made him laugh to himself, so he went back to sex. He did wonder why they had to go into the bathroom though, why couldn’t they have stripped in front of him? They’d done it half a hundred times before, why was tonight different?

“Harry?”

Harry propped himself up on his elbows and his jaw dropped and his mind went completely blank. His eyes traced every detail of what was in front of him and he hardened instantly, completely out of his control.
All four of them stood there with their heads bowed, collars around their necks and wrists, wearing robes made from such a sheer material that he could see that they were wearing nothing underneath them and that they themselves were hard.
He swallowed several times, trying to wet his bone dry throat.

“What…what’s this?” He asked, or more stuttered really as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.

“We’re your new slaves, Master.” Max answered demurely, his head still bent to the carpet.

Harry almost bit off his tongue and a full body shiver raced through his spine, one he couldn’t have supressed even if he’d wanted to.

“Do we not meet your high expectations, Master?” Blaise asked.

Harry giggled nervously and he tried to sort himself out. “This is insane.”

“Should we leave you be, Master?” Nasta asked him and Harry understood immediately that if he told them to leave, even if it was just to sort out his own nervous tension, then this would be over and they wouldn’t try it again. He absolutely did not want that to happen.

“No, I want you to stay here with me.” Harry told them, trying to get himself into the fantasy that they had obviously been planning for him, trying to get into a ‘master’ mind set. He didn’t want to spoil this for them, or discourage their efforts, but he still wanted to break down into helpless giggles, he couldn’t believe that they’d set this up just for him.

He took a deep breath and wondered just how far they’d let him go, how much control they’d give him, they were his dominant mates after all, they were in their human forms at the moment, but their Drackens were never far from the surface.
Was this a new level of trust that they were giving him? Especially after that talk downstairs that afternoon about them pushing away their needless instincts more. But no, they would have had to have planned this for longer than a few hours, they had obviously talked about this at length and they had to have been planning it for a while, well before the talk that afternoon, because they were all in those sheer robes that he’d never seen before and he knew, without a doubt, that they hadn’t owned them before now. His mind conjured up the morning, at least a week and a half ago now, when Max had received a parcel at breakfast that he had hurried away and hidden and Harry remembered vividly that Max had almost swallowed his own tongue when Harry had asked what it was. He was obviously looking at the contents of that parcel on his mates’ bodies.
He stood up, locking his knees to keep them steady. He had an uncontrollable urge to touch the floaty, sheer robes that they were wearing and he reached out to run it through his fingers. It was soft and comfortable, he had expected something coarse like lace, but it wasn’t, it was so very soft.
This close he could see that Draco was wearing a cock ring that matched the collar around his neck and the bracelets at his wrists and he quickly checked his other mates, to see them wearing cock rings too. He swallowed and he almost shook from the quivers that wracked him, he felt lightheaded, almost like he wanted to swoon like one of the damsels in an old romance novel.
He giggled again and he breathed deeply again to try to calm himself. If this is how his mates felt when he dressed up in a skirt for them then he felt their pain. He was rock hard, throbbing and leaking and his balls were aching already.

“What do I do with you four?” Harry asked almost breathlessly as he walked around to stand behind them, smiling at the sight of their gorgeous bums through the teasing material.

“Whatever you want to do with us, Master.” Draco told him carefully, no hint of his usual superiority in his voice. He actually sounded demure and bland, like Harry truly was his Master.

Harry trailed his hand over his back and down to his bum, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder through the soft, sheer mesh robe, rewarding him for trying.
They had taken a huge leap of faith here, put themselves in such a vulnerable position and Harry would not abuse that. He settled himself and swallowed another nervous giggle. He wasn’t used to taking charge in the bedroom, not outside of his heats and even then all he did was whine until his mates took notice of him, or when he was drunk, of which he barely remembered much other than throwing himself at his lovers. Even when he topped them during sex, it was never really him in charge, it was them who pushed back onto him, them who told him what to do, this was something entirely different.
This was out of his comfort zone too, but these four men were his. He loved and trusted them and they loved and trusted him too, he could do this, he would do this. They were his mates and for the next hour or so, they were his play slaves and he wouldn’t embarrass them or make them regret the decision to give him this gift and their trust.

“You, on the bed.” Harry ordered with a thick tongue, giving Draco a gentle little shove, watching with a dry mouth as Draco moved slowly and crawled onto the bed, giving him a show and his breath caught in his chest at the sight.

“Where do you want me, Master?” Draco asked with his head still bent subserviently.

Harry was nearly panting as he moved to position Draco exactly how he wanted him on the bed, his sheer robe falling open to frame his body as it had no ties on it to hold it closed.

“You look gorgeous like this.” Harry complimented.

“Thank you for saying so, Master.”

Harry shivered as his cock twitched yet again at that title, he was already leaking against his belly. He licked his lips and bent to kiss at Draco’s cobblestone abs, they were softer than they once were, Draco not having done his usual exercising with so much going on, but he wanted to get back into it now that they were all out of school. He said it wasn’t anything time consuming, just fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour at the most of simple stomach crunches and maybe push ups. Apparently wizards didn’t have magical means of staying fit that were as permanent as actually doing the exercise, so the young, admittedly vain, witches and wizards did it the good, old physical way to keep fit and Harry was more than appreciative of Draco’s efforts to keep himself healthy and in top shape.
Harry licked and kissed his pale skin, sucking at his belly button and he felt the effort Draco made not to break character, not to make a noise that would displease his ‘Master’ and Harry raised himself up to smile at him, letting his love show through.
He stood up again and turned to the other three, who hadn’t moved but definitely looked more unsettled and wobbly than they had before. This was driving them insane as well as him. He smiled at them.

“I’m very pleased with you all.” He said softly, his voice slightly gruff from arousal.

“We’re very happy to have pleased you, Master.” Blaise told him.

Harry went onto his toes to kiss Blaise. “Climb onto the bed for me.”

Blaise did as he was asked and climbed on, sitting away from Draco and waiting for Harry to position him.
Harry laid them next to one another, Blaise’s robe slipping open to show off his gorgeous body as well. Harry paid him the same amount of attention as he’d given to Draco, licking and kissing his skin. He was so hard that he pressed against his own belly and he shuddered as he reached down under his trousers to tug at himself sharply, trying to ease the pressure, just a little.

“You four are going to kill me.” He groaned.

“Never, Master. We love our Master. We would never harm you.” Max assured him passionately.

Harry smiled at him. “Then you better get over here and help me.”

“Yes, Master.” Max agreed fluidly as he came to stand in front of him.

Harry was frustrated as hell, he didn’t want to order them to do anything, things they might not want to do or might not have otherwise done, but they seemed to expect him to order them to do everything and anything.

“Kiss me.” He gave in and Max immediately pulled him into his arms and kissed him passionately. At least he didn’t have to order the passion into their kisses or order them to hold him while they kissed. That would have been too much for him.

Harry stumbled away when Max let him go and he sat on the bed between Draco and Blaise, who had both sat up and started caressing his shoulders on either side.

“Let us make you feel good, Master.” Blaise whispered into his ear.

“We can make you feel everything, Master.” Draco agreed.

Leolin however had different ideas as he started sniffling and then wailing. Harry sighed and stood up; he mock glared as Nasta had moved to go to Leolin.

“Did I say that you could move?” He queried, showing that he was still going to keep to this fantasy, even if they had a little distraction in the form of Leolin wanting a feed.

“I…sorry, Master.” Nasta said as he stood still and spread his legs, holding his arms behind his back and he dropped his chin to his chest.

Harry went to Leolin and picked him up, cradling his littlest boy to his chest gently.

“This little one is my son. You do not touch my son without permission. Now, none of you move while I see to him and my other children. It won’t take longer than ten minutes. I’m sure you can behave and stay still for that amount of time, can’t you?”

Harry got four ‘yes Master’s’ from his ‘play slaves’ before he left the room to feed Leolin. The others wouldn’t need feeding for a while and he would be free to play with his mates and the fantasy they had set up for him on his birthday just as soon as he settled Leolin back down to sleep.
Harry took the downtime to get himself into the zone that he needed, the head space he needed to slip into this fantasy, he wanted to do this, he wanted this gift that they’d given him and had planned to give him for a while, something that they had planned meticulously. It was only fair that he did his best too. He just needed to calm down a little, get over the shock and the surprise of seeing them in such a way and squash the nervous giggles that wanted to come out at inappropriate times. He could do this, he would and he’d damn well enjoy it too.
He fed Leolin and encouraged and coaxed him to drink as much as he could before burping him and snuggling with him gently and humming softly until those half open golden eyes closed and stayed closed, his little chest raising and falling rhythmically in sleep.
Harry carried him back up the stairs and took Leolin into the nursery to check on the five sleepers inside, all in separate cots, all in various positions and all fast asleep and peaceful. He checked the baby monitor to make sure that it was still on before he went next door to find his ‘play slaves’ were all still exactly where he’d left them. It sent a thrill of excited pleasure through his spine and down into his gut. It pleased him more than he would have expected to see them as still as statues, still exactly where they’d been when he’d left the room.

“Is your son alright and well fed, Master?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded. “An extra eighth of an ounce of milk tonight. I’m very proud of him.”

“We’re happy that you’re proud of him, Master.” Nasta smiled softly, his own pride glittering in his hazel eyes as he watched Harry tucking Leolin in gently. They looked darker in the low lighting.

“I’m very proud of the man who gave him to me too.” Harry said smiling. “Now come here, I want to play.”

“I am yours to play with, Master.” Nasta assured him softly, ducking his head with a playful part smile, part smirk on those kissable lips.

“I’m going to play with all of you tonight.” Harry promised with a naughty grin. “Kiss me.”

Nasta snatched him up and kissed him hard and deep, pulling his body in tight to his own barely covered skin. Harry let out a soft, uncontrollable moan that was muffled by Nasta’s mouth.
He felt breathless and a little dizzy when Nasta set him back onto his feet and he sucked in deep, rapid breaths and tried to calm himself, but he was hard and solid in his trousers, verging on being uncomfortable and almost painful.

“What would you have of us, Master?” Blaise almost purred in his ear.

Harry swallowed and tried to keep track of where all four of them were and what they were saying, but as soon as they said ‘Master’ he couldn’t remember anything that came before it, he just felt a huge jolt of absolute desire and all he could think about was his cock.
He played with the collar around Draco’s neck; it was simple in design, lightweight and looked like it had been put on with a charm as it was seamless. The matching cuffs around his wrists were the same and Harry kissed the thin, pale skin of Draco’s wrist.

“You don’t know how turned on I am at seeing these on your body.” Harry whispered.

“Anything to please you, Master.” Draco whispered softly.

“You all please me.” Harry said, trying to keep in his Master persona, but he couldn’t help adding. “You didn’t have to do this to please me.”

“We wanted to.” Max whispered behind him, bending his head to his hair. “We just want to please our beautiful, wonder Master.”

“You do.” Harry said strongly, slipping back into the fantasy. “Now make yourselves useful and strip me.”

Four pairs of hands immediately set to taking off the clothes that he was wearing and then touching and caressing bare skin. Harry gasped as his cock was taken in a tight grip and squeezed. He shuddered as he was stroked in that firm grip and he could feel his orgasm being pumped out of him, getting closer and closer and he wriggled to try and get away, only for a solid chest to press against his back, one large arm wrapping around his chest, the other around his hips to keep him still and upright, even as he quivered and writhed as he was played with and teased.
He tried to get them off, tried to tell them that he didn’t want to cum so soon into the game, but every time he opened his mouth, a tongue was pushed past his lips and stopped him from doing anything other than moaning, not that he could think straight under the onslaught of sensations that his mates turned play slaves were giving to him.
His head connected with a shoulder with a loud crack of bone on bone as he threw his head back in orgasm, his body jumping as every last drop of cum was urged and coaxed out of his body as he was held upright and he screamed himself hoarse. Someone placed their hand on the back of his head and rubbed it gently, that someone also bent down to sniff at the back of his head, checking for any damage. He must have been declared fine as he was kissed again, hard.

“What would you have of us now, Master?” Draco asked him from behind. It had been Draco who was holding him still and upright and Harry wanted to glare at him for it, but he was too relaxed, too sated to even think of moving.

“Please. Please.” He begged.

“What does our Master want from his four slaves?” Max asked him. Harry shivered as he heard how very deep Max’s voice had gone. How gruff it was with his arousal. He loved when Max’s voice deepened with arousal; it made his already spent cock twitch in interest.

“I want…I want.” Harry licked his lips as he rested himself back on Draco’s body.

“Tell us, Master. We love you so much. We just want to please you, we’re obedient and trained, Master, we’ll do anything and everything that you tell us to do, Master.” Nasta told him in a soft, breathy voice.

“Oh fuck!” Harry screwed his eyes closed and tried to catch his breath that he had lost at hearing those words. “Please. Fuck me! Fuck me!” He begged them.

“As our Master commands.” Blaise said with a meek smile that didn’t fit him at all, but he swooped in and stole his mouth in a fierce kiss, stealing the very air from his lungs.

He was moved to the bed, still kissing Blaise, and before he’d even settled onto his hands and knees a tongue licked across the back of his leg and had him whimpering and as that tongue moved up and to his entrance, Harry ripped his mouth from Blaise’s and screamed as his body was seized by such exquisite pleasure. He loved it when his mates did this for him, the sensation of it was like nothing else he’d ever felt and he loved that they loved him enough to do this for him.
He was a quivering wreck when Max took a break to bite at his bum cheek. He knew it was Max because he stopped every now and then to say the most absolutely perfect, utterly filthy things to him, still calling him Master and Harry felt like he could cum just from this, just from being on his knees, Max’s tongue in his arse, listening to the dirty things that Max was whispering against his body, calling him Master, with his leaking cock head rubbing against his own belly.
Max went back to licking him, pressing his tongue into him and Harry’s body jumped and he screamed yet again at the sensation of it, fisting the sheets in both hands and arching his back, pushing himself back onto Max as he felt like sobbing with the exquisite sensations.
Hands were touching him, stroking his back; one hand moved to wrap tightly around his cock, moving slowly, but firmly enough that he could feel his toes curling in anticipation of an orgasm.
He actually did let out a small sob as he felt his stomach muscles tighten, he dropped his head down and he wiggled on his knees.

“I can’t…I can’t take anymore, please! Please!”

“All you had to do was beg, Master.” Max’s arousal gruff voice came from behind and he started opening him up with his tongue in earnest as that hand on his cock, which he thought might have been Nasta’s though his brain was too scrambled to tell, started moving faster and he couldn’t hold back, he didn’t want to as he screamed himself raw as he orgasmed yet again.

“Are you alright, Master?” Blaise asked him, laying down on the bed too so that they could look at one another.

“Amazing.” Harry said with a goofy grin.

“It can get better if you wish, Master.”

Harry regained his breath and chuckled roughly. “I thought I had already asked my play slaves to fuck me.”

All four of them gasped. “We are so sorry, Master, we are terrible slaves to you, we promise to do better, we love our Master, we only want to please our Master.” Nasta grovelled and Harry chuckled sleepily.

“If you get to it now then all will be forgiven.” He said with a grin, inching forward to kiss Blaise.

“Of course, Master.” Draco practically sighed out and he started kissing Harry’s back as Max pressed lubricated fingers into him.

Harry hadn’t been expecting that, he’d hoped for a cock, not more teasing and as those fingers started stroking his insides and found the small bundle of nerves that made him shake and quiver, he cried out for them, begging for them to fill him, babbling his need and his wants to them as he tried anything and everything to get them to fuck him faster.
When Max’s fingers pulled out and something a lot thicker and harder pressed in, Harry all but sighed in utter bliss as he finally got what he wanted.

“Are you alright, Master?” Draco asked him, one large hand rubbing soothingly over his lower back as Max gripped both of his hips tightly with strong hands.

He nodded jerkily, about all his scattered brain could manage at the moment as he was split open, Max rocking into him gently to loosen him up even more, but he didn’t pull out, he barely moved, just rocked deep inside of him and it drove Harry crazy with want and desire. He could feel Max’s cock ring press against him. He’d had more than enough of this torturous, seemingly endless teasing.

“Damn it, fuck me or I’ll replace you!” Harry yelled out.

Max held still and he sniffled like he was crying, but Harry could tell immediately that it was fake. Max didn’t sniffle when he was crying, he sobbed into both of his hands, his face hidden from everyone who might see.

“Please, Master, no. Don’t get rid of me. I’ll be good. I will!” Max assured him, proving Harry right and he smiled right before it was wiped from his face as with one powerful move, Max pulled out of him and then in the same moment pushed back in deep, stimulating nerves that had been teased to sensitivity and pulling a choked off yelp from Harry.

Max stilled again. “Are you alright, Harry?” He asked panicked and Harry knew right then that Max had thought that he had hurt him.

“I don’t believe that I ever gave you leave to use my name, slave.” Harry answered cheekily. “Nor did I tell you to stop.”

Max moved a little hesitantly after that, acutely aware of how big he was and how small Harry was, but, reassured by Harry’s moaning and little movements back onto him that Harry was perfectly fine, he started moving harder and deeper once again.
Harry’s head snapped to the side and he looked down at the headless body of Nasta, who had slipped under him to take his hard, leaking cock into his mouth. Harry panted harder, seeing Nasta’s strong body framed by the soft, floaty and transparent robe was doing something for him.
Blaise caught his attention again by pulling his head around and into a kiss and assaulted by all four of them at the same time, Harry was unable to hold himself back and he screamed loudly into Blaise’s mouth, arching against Draco’s hands on his back, clenching tight around Max and cumming hard into Nasta’s mouth, who sucked him lightly and gently to clean him up before pulling away carefully.

“Please, Master! Please, permission to remove the cock ring?” Max begged.

“Yes, yes!” Harry shouted as Max moving prolonged his own orgasm until his eyes felt like rolling into his head.

Max screamed behind him as Harry assumed the cock ring had been removed for him and Harry curled up and rested, feeling cum sliding out of his body and over his one thigh, he didn’t care, at least he didn’t until a tongue licked up the line of cum sliding from his body. He jumped and turned onto his back, to see Nasta smirking down at him, the tip of his tongue still poking out like a cat. Even as Harry watched him, he bent his head back down and licked at him again.

“Please. Too much.” Harry said even as he wriggled on the bed. Part of him wanted Nasta to stop, part of him wanted him to carry on.

Nasta held his legs open and licked at him again and Harry arched up, only to have Blaise slip under him and rest his head in his naked lap, that floaty robe teasing him where it touched.
Nasta tongued around his balls and Harry almost sobbed, twisting his head in Blaise’s lap, feeling him hard and wet against the top of his head. He arched his neck and looked at that cock, curved against Blaise’s belly and leaking. He moaned and squirmed again as Nasta dug his tongue inside him, cleaning him of Max’s cum and Harry couldn’t take the sensations.

“Stop! Please, just fuck me, no more teasing. Too much.” He babbled.

“As my Master wishes.” Nasta told him, pulling back and licking his lips. That one word made his tired cock twitch yet again and Harry wanted to punch himself between the legs; surely he couldn’t get himself hard again? He couldn’t take another orgasm, he was too sensitive, the ache in his balls was almost painful.

Nasta slid into him and Harry shook from the sensation of it. He didn’t get hard, but he still enjoyed it.

“I don’t think I can go again; go for your own orgasm.” He said. “It still feels amazing.” He added when Nasta looked at him with a look that said that he was ready to stop at any moment. “I think it’s too close to my last heat and that drained me of all my sperm, they haven’t had a chance to recover their numbers yet.”

Max laughed loudly and bent to kiss him as his play slaves shared a chuckle. Nasta started to move and Harry gave a small moan, grabbing the nearest thing to him, which was the thin robe that Max was wearing and tugging on it.
He shook Max as much as he could and Max chuckled at him, getting that look on his face that said he thought someone was doing something adorable, he usually saved that look for the babies.

“Don’t you laugh at your Master!” Harry shouted as the pleasure escalated.

“Forgive me, Master. This lowly slave will shut his mouth.”

“Good or I’ll have to have one of the other slaves plug it up for you.”

Max actually moaned and Harry grinned. “Why don’t you suck on Blaise for me?”

Max dove on Blaise and pinned him down, swallowing his cock down and Harry felt his own cock twitch and he couldn’t stop the moan that tore from his throat as Draco started sucking on his belly, avoiding his over stimulated cock.
Nasta started rolling his hips and Harry started sobbing again as the exquisite pleasure pain took over his brain and he started hardening. He thrashed his head from side to side and he could almost feel how sore this next orgasm was going to make him.
Nasta’s finesse slipped and he started pushing into him harder and Harry dug his fingers into Draco’s baby fine blond hair, his mate thrusting against his hip.
Harry bent his head to see that one of Nasta’s hands was wrapped around Draco’s cock, which was missing its cock ring, jerking him off as he tried to bring them both to orgasm at the same time while Max swallowed hard around Blaise.
They were all so very close, he could feel his balls drawing up, he could feel the desperation coming off of Draco, he could feel Nasta moving faster, he could hear Blaise moaning and muttering in French beside him and it was all suddenly too much, he was on the brink of orgasm and then, of course, Nasta pushed him right on over by opening his mouth.

“Master, permission to cum.” He asked breathlessly, his hips still moving relentlessly, his hand tugging on Draco hard and his blond lover was very, very close if his grip on Harry’s waist was anything to go on.

“Yes! Yes, please!” Harry begged. “Please cum, I can’t anymore, I need…I need, Nasta!”

Nasta pushed up into him and Harry felt the wash of hot liquid filling him, Blaise was screaming, Max was shouting, Draco was a warm heat against his side, lying on him and Harry’s orgasm was so explosive that his eyes rolled up into his head.
Harry woke up to someone washing him with a damp cloth, he felt the strange residue from being magically cleaned, but still someone was washing him with a damp cloth as well.
He cracked his eyes open to see Draco smiling above him, damp flannel in hand as he washed Harry’s body. He was wearing pyjama bottoms and not his floaty robe, Harry wondered which one he liked the most, Draco in just pyjama bottoms, his view unobstructed from that glorious chest and cobblestone abs by any material or the teasing, tantalising sight of glimpsing skin and the hint of muscles beneath the transparent robe.
Something in his mind clicked and he sat up, or he tried to as he fell back holding his lower abdomen with a groan, the pain in his lower back making itself known.

“Leolin!” He called out. “We can’t use magic around Leolin!”

“We didn’t.” Max assured him from somewhere near the foot of the bed. “He wanted another bottle, so Nasta took him to feed and change him; we cleaned everything up when he was out of the room.”

Harry relaxed then and he wondered why he had thought that his mates wouldn’t have already made sure that Leolin was well out of the room before using magic. Then he decided that his brain wasn’t really in the best of places after his birthday surprise, fantasy, whatever it had been and he just rested back on the pillows and let Draco pamper him, one large hand massaging his lower belly to ease what was most definitely pulled muscles.

“Where’s Blaise?” He croaked out.

“Changing Calix and seeing if any of the other kids need anything.” Max answered as he clambered into the bed wearing sleep shorts and a wide grin.

“Am I clean?” He asked Draco.

“As clean as I can get you outside of a bath, yes.” Draco replied as he stood to take the damp cloth back to the bathroom.

Harry rolled over and snuggled into Max’s chest.

“Did you have a good birthday, Master?”

Harry groaned. “Stop that, I’m too tired to get hard, but yes I did. I loved my big surprise. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. We remembered that you said that you had a slave fantasy.”

“It was a joke.” Harry groaned.

“You enjoyed it though, didn’t you?”

“I can’t exactly lie now and say no, can I?”

“Not really.” Nasta chuckled as he came in with Leolin.

Harry forced himself to sit up and held his arms out when Leolin turned to look at him through gold eyes.

“Hey baby, why are you still awake? Why don’t you go to sleep?” Harry cooed tiredly to Leolin.

His mates all clambered into the bed around him, watching as he rocked and hummed and bounced Leolin to try and get him to sleep, but his little boy refused.
The main lights were switched off, leaving just the lamp on the bedside table switched on so that they could see and tend to Leolin.

“Of all nights to fight sleep, Leolin, you choose the one night where I’m so tired I can’t think properly.”

“Do you want me to take over?” Nasta asked, sitting up and moving over as much as he could with Draco between them.

“No, I’ve got him. I won’t sleep and leave you to deal with him alone.” Harry said, speaking louder in his last sentence.

Blaise groaned and rolled over, covering his head with his arm. Max did nothing as he was deeply asleep already and Draco just sighed.
Harry huffed and rocked Leolin, wondering why his Faerie baby wasn’t sleeping, but his brain was too tired and too fucked out to think on it.

“Please baby, go to sleep. You like sleep and though I love this new development in you, maybe you could sleep now and try it again tomorrow when Mummy and your Daddies are actually awake and have enough brains left in their heads to function, yes? Is that a deal?”

Leolin did nothing, just blinked up at him and then he smiled at him and Harry smiled back wider.

“I saw that smile.” Nasta told him. Harry looked at him and they shared a proud grin together.

“These bastards should have been awake to see it too!” Harry scowled.

Leolin copied him and his little mouth pulled into his familiar frown. Harry laughed and cradled him gently.

“Who’s my favourite little Faerie baby?” Harry cooed. “You’re so adorable!”

“Stop talkin’, go sleep.” Draco complained from between them.

“Oh I’m sorry, is being awake with our son bothering you and disturbing your sleep?” Harry demanded. “Maybe you should damn well wake up and sit with Nasta and me as we try to get him to sleep.”

Nasta plucked Leolin from his arms and sniffed at him, his tongue flicking out to lick over Leolin’s forehead. He shook his head.

“No fever, no sickness. He just wants to be awake with us.”

Harry yawned tiredly, almost unhinging his jaw and Leolin copied him a moment later, tiny mouth puckering in a wide yawn. Harry cooed some more and nuzzled with Leolin.

“I’m not sure, love, but I actually think that he’s copying you. That wasn’t a real yawn.” Nasta said with a small frown. “You smiled, he smiled, you frowned, he frowned, you yawned and so did he.”

“Coincidence maybe.” Harry said, his own frown coming to his lips and he watched as Leolin’s blank face slipped into a frown.

“He is copying you.” Nasta laughed.

“I still think it’s coincidence.”

“Close your eyes and pretend to sleep.” Nasta encouraged.

Harry did as he was told, he was almost actually asleep after ten minutes of pretending, but Nasta’s soft laugh had him blinking open his eyes, to see that Leolin was fast asleep and breathing deeply and evenly.

“He was copying you.” Nasta grinned as he slid out of the bed and placed Leolin gently, oh so very gently, into his bassinet and covered him over, laying a huge hand over his little son’s chest and smiling softly. He bent to kiss Leolin’s little face before he slid back into the bed and turned on his side and cupped Harry’s face over Draco’s broad shoulder.

“That was new, I wonder if he’ll do…do it…tomorrow.” Harry said around a huge yawn that made his eyes water.

Nasta nodded and lay down. “We’ll see tomorrow, but for now, let’s just get some sleep, Cariad. We need the sleep now.”

Harry didn’t reply. He just snuggled in tighter to Draco and heard Max groan in his sleep as he shifted tighter to his back. He settled himself down and stopped himself thinking too much, he’d think about Leolin’s development and his want to copy everything that he did tomorrow, for now, he ached pleasantly in all the right places and he wanted some sleep before he had to wake up again tomorrow morning. He’d had a fucking brilliant birthday, his surprise was even better and he was very, very happy. He couldn’t have asked for any more than he’d gotten and he was thankful every single day that he had these four amazing men with him to share in everything his life held. He loved them so much and he would be sure to tell them that tomorrow, after some decent sleep that was. He didn’t even care that Max had forgotten his Dreamless Sleep potion, because after that, he was sure that his sleep would be too deep to dream of anything at all.
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