It was a sunny afternoon. Harry and Draco were spending time away in one of the Malfoy Château's.
Everyone had insisted on the two having an actual honeymoon. This was the first time that Harry had been in another country in Europe, and he could not help but feel a little lost. For one thing, he had to rely on Draco every time they stepped out of the manor. And that was the main reason for the fallout they were going through. Harry was just so frustrated. He missed Scorpius ridiculously, as his in-laws insisted on caring for him during their honeymoon.
The sound of a piano cut through the silence, and all Harry could think about was how Draco tended to play classical records while working with potions. Harry followed the sound and silently watched as Draco's slender fingers danced across the black and white keys on the piano. The fact that Draco was creating music and was so immersed in what he was doing made Harry's body thrum, and in response, the brunette also got lost in the music. In a way, music was magic. The way a melody could coerce someone into feeling a different way. Harry snapped out of his trance when the music stopped and noticed Draco staring at him. Intently.
"How long have you been there?" Draco asked, gently sliding the fall board back down to cover the keys.
"Not that long." Harry answered softly, "I didn't know you could play."
"I used to play a lot more when I was younger." Draco smiled, "I'm a little rusty now."
"I thought you played well." Harry commented, "Maybe we should get Scorp to learn how to play."
"Maybe. We should let Scorp decide what instrument he wants to learn." Draco said, "I don't want him to feel like we have these ridiculous expectations of him. He shouldn't have to grow up like we did."
"Do you think it's too soon to think about having another kid?" Harry asked curiously. When he was younger, Harry had decided that if he ever got married and had children, he would have a large family. But now that it was a reality, he had to talk to Draco because this was not something he could decide by himself.
"Scorp is already walking and should start learning to talk soon." Draco pointed out, "We might have our hands full, but I don't see any reason why we shouldn't try for another one."
"Really?" Harry smiled. The idea of having another child with Draco overwhelmed him with emotions. He was just so in love with Draco, and having another child who was a part of him and the love of his life made him extraordinarily happy.
"Yeah. I did promise that we would name our next child James." Draco grinned, "And I'm not opposed to carrying the child this time."
"Great. That's great!" Harry laughed.
"So are you just going to stand there or..." Draco drawled, making Harry rush over to him and smooch him. Now you're getting into the spirit."
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France was a great trip, but Harry was happier to be reunited with Scorpius. The little blonde clutched Harry for dear life, scared that his father would probably disappear again.
"Harry darling, how was France?" Narcissa asked curiously, enjoying a glass of wine that Harry could only assume was superior red.
"It was great. I love Scorp, but having time to ourselves for a bit was nice." Harry admitted, letting Scorpius pull on his hair. Draco smiled brightly at Harry.
"It is always good to have time away just for the two of you. And you never had a honeymoon. Everything was so rushed with the two of you." Narcissa smiled softly, "Draco, do you want a glass? I know how much you favour superior red."
"I'm afraid I can't drink, Mother," Draco said softly. This finally makes Lucius look away from his Daily Prophet.
"Why wouldn't you be able to drink?" Lucius asked, putting the paper down.
"Because it's not healthy to drink when you're pregnant," Draco said nonchalantly, a smile rising as Lucius' wine glass slipped from his hand.
"What." Lucius uttered, "You're pregnant? As in, a child is growing inside of you right now?"
"Yes, father." Draco laughed, "You're getting another grandchild."
"Oh. That's great news." Lucius said, clearly indicating that the older wizard was still in shock.
"Honey, you understand that means you'll have to take a break from making potions." Narcissa added, "The fumes can be quite dangerous to a developing child."
"I know. I'm just going to be working with ink and parchment." Draco laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "I have quite a bit of work to put onto paper."
"Are you ready to publish your work?" Lucius asked. "How many potion improvements have you made?"
"Quite a few. Severus helped me refine them, but I should be able to get published in a few months." Draco answered, "I've managed to improve the potency of some potions with no negative side effects and flavour. You know Harry refuses to take some potions just because of how they taste? So I've worked on that."
"That's amazing work." Lucius complimented, "So, have you predicted anything about our upcoming grandchild?"
"Yes. We've decided on naming James. His middle name will be Lucius. And he's going to have Harry's hair and my eyes." Draco smiled, rubbing his still-flat stomach.
"We're not definite that it's a boy yet because it's far too early in the pregnancy for us to know for sure." Harry added, "But yes if he is a boy, we intend to call him James Lucius Malfoy."
"That's a beautiful name." Narcissa smiled, watching as a genuinely bright smile passed her husband's face. It was a rare sight that the older wizard only shared in moments that he considered unique, "We look forward to meeting little James."
"The pregnancy hasn't been bad so far," Draco commented. His pregnancy was far different from Harry's. The brunette was violently sick and made to stay in bed during the last few weeks of the pregnancy.
"Your mother was the same. She was occasionally sick, but pregnancy didn't really cause her too many problems." Lucius noted, "But from what I heard from healers, Lily did have a difficult time with her pregnancy. Maybe you got similar symptoms from your mother."
"You got it easy." Harry frowned, earning a laugh and a kiss from Draco.
"I can be the designated carrier if you want?" Draco teased, but Harry knew that Draco was being sincere about it.
"No. I don't actually mind it." Harry smiled, "I mean, look at the result. We got Scorp."
"We absolutely adore Scorpius, but he's going to grow up to be mischievous." Narcissa stated, "You can see it in his eyes. He's going to be a troublemaker."
"If he's going to be anything like his father, I wouldn't be surprised." Draco laughed, making Harry playfully glare at him, "You know I love you, Haribo."
"I love you too, Dray." Harry beamed.
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And surprisingly enough, Draco was right. James Lucius Malfoy was a healthy, dark-haired boy with grey eyes. Harry and Draco were now fathers of two boys who would be heartbreakers when they were older. Scorpius' reaction to the new addition to the family surprised them all. They all thought the blond would be jealous of his new sibling, but he reacted completely differently. He was protective of James. Seeing his little chubby legs run over to peer at his brother and yell no at strangers who tried to approach James to coo at him was always cute.
"We should wait a couple of years to have another child," Draco said, looking at his two asleep children.
"Do you want to have more children?" Harry asked. He was perfectly content with having two children, and that was only because he seemed to think that Draco would not want to have more.
"Well, I hoped to have a girl at some point." Draco grinned. But I'll survive if you don't want another child."
"No. I think it'd be great to have a girl." Harry smiled, "How do you think she would look?"
"I have no idea. She could be a redhead for all I know." Draco snorted, "Could you imagine that? A redheaded Malfoy."
"Your father would have a heart attack." Harry laughed, "And yeah, we should wait a couple of years for another child."
"Definitely." Draco agreed, "Pansy seems to think we won't have more children, and Blaise believes we'll have at least four."
"Four children." Harry repeated, "That sounds like a reasonable number. But it would definitely be a handful."
"It's not something we need to decide now." Draco smiled, "Who knows what the future has in store for us."
"That is a scary thought." Harry commented, "But I think I will be fine as long as I have you."
"You will always have me," Draco promised, pressing his lips against Harry's.
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