Chapter 1

There was banging on the front door of the small flat, where three young Aurors lived. The banging was starting to annoy its residents, and finally one of them walked towards the door. "Coming, coming!" Ronald Weasley mumbled, sleepily. Wand in hand, he unlocked the door with his free hand, and opened it. "Who's there?"

But there was no one there. He looked down the hallway, but it was dark and no sounds made him think that there was someone out there. Looking down, he almost fainted. Three infants, no older than fifteen months each, sat at the door, looking up at him.

"HARRY! MALFOY!"

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Draco Malfoy was not amused. And, really, you couldn't blame him. First, loud banging at three in the morning. Then, a loud 'weasel' crying out for help. And third... three babies. Dressed in baby clothes, and all! Each had a small blanket, of different colors.

The infants were placed on a large couch in the living room, while the three young men stood in front of them, looking at them as if the babies were about to turn into monsters and tear them apart.

There was a note with each baby. Ron took the note that was stuck on one of the baby's feet. "Hello, dad Draco. I'm your son. PS: I need a name" He read out loud. And it was true, as they looked at the baby. It had blonde hair and grayish eyes. Aside from hair and eye color, the babies pretty much looked the same.

Indeed, Draco was not amused. But he said nothing, as Harry picked the note from another baby. "Hello, dad Ronald. I'm your daughter. PS: I need a name" The baby girl had dreamy blue eyes and red hair, and giggled when Ron bent over, to look at his alleged daughter closely.

When Ron glared at him, and Harry looked at him with panic in his eyes, Draco sighed, rolled his eyes and picked the note from the last baby. "Surprise, surprise!" He said sarcastically. "Hello, dad Harry. I'm your son" He took a deep breath and looked at Harry with sad eyes. "PS: You suck"

Harry glared at him and took the note from Draco. "Needs a name" He said, and almost seemed relieved that what his flatmate said was untrue. He looked at his son. The baby had short, messy, dark hair and brown eyes. He looked up at his father with intense eyes. Blinking, Harry looked at Ron's daughter and then at Draco's son. None of them seemed to look at their respective fathers like the little boy did.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked, looking at the sulking Malfoy and the confused Potter. Both snapped out of it when he spoke.

The three babies seemed to be falling asleep. "We should take them with us. There is no way we can leave them here. They'll hurt themselves" Harry said, gently picking his son up. "Tomorrow we'll see what we can do about this"

The other two fathers nodded, and picked their respective children. They all went to their own rooms, hoping they could get some sleep before they could go to work.

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Lucky for them, none of the babies awoke during the night. However, in the morning, they had no idea how to feed the infants. Harry quickly left his son with Ron and decided to go buy anything that they'd need. Especially, bottles, since the babies didn't seem to be able to eat anything but liquid and semi-solid food.

Meanwhile, Draco and Ron had to figure how to calm down the three crying infants. "Weasel, your brat cries louder! It's annoying!"

Ron glared at him. "Shut up" He picked up Harry's son, and the baby instantly calmed down. The baby looked at him, taking in the unfamiliar face. "Wow" Ron muttered, as he looked at the infant. "You're smart, buddy" He smiled. Ron put the baby down, and picked up his daughter. She calmed down as well.

Draco rolled his eyes, but picked up his own son. The baby didn't calm down, to his dismay. "Now what?"

"Maybe he needs to get cleaned" Ron shrugged. "Harry will come back soon. We should send an owl to the Ministry and take this day off. And then, we'll wash the three kids" He said, looking at his daughter with a smile.

"Ugh... I rather go hunt down Death Eaters than being stuck as a bloody baby-sitter" Draco muttered. His baby had calmed down considerably, and proceeded to glare at his father.

Ron chuckled. "Like father, like son"

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Harry Potter could imagine the headlines of The Daily Prophet already, as he walked through Diagon Alley carrying a bag with baby food and a magical trunk, which fortunately, didn't show the larger items for the babies: "Harry Potter to be Father. Who is the lucky lady?"

If only they knew, I won't see another day... He thought to himself, smiling bitterly.

He always dreamt of having children. But with a mother. Not two male flatmates who could only bicker like a married couple. He wondered who the mother was. He counted his sexual encounters, while blushing madly. There was one person who kept appearing in his mind: Hermione Granger. His female best friend. Well, she was. They had lost contact right after they graduated from Hogwarts.

As he entered the flat, hours later, he found his two friends sleeping on the couch with the three babies. He chuckled to himself. Draco's baby was leaning on his father, the older Malfoy was sprawled on his side of the couch. Harry's son was sleeping between Draco and Ron, and Ron's daughter was on his other side.

Harry put away the edible things in the kitchen, and concentrated on putting the muggle baby seats (which could be used as small beds) in each room. He decided to put the toys on the ground, on a large blanket, so that the babies would pick their favorite. For convenient reasons, he had picked three of each toy, so that there would be no conflicts. Then he took the rest to the bathroom: the baby shampoo, creams, diapers, powder, and more.

Silently, he grabbed his son and held him in his arms. The boy stirred and opened his eyes to look at him. "Hello, son" He said, his chest warming up with pride. "Look at these fun toys" He said, as he put the baby on the blanket.

His son looked up at him and then at the toys. The toys were simple, enough. Twenty-six blocks, each with a letter, a blue rubber ball, a rag doll, a big car, and a fluffy dog. The boy instantly grabbed the blocks and started putting them in the car's back side.

Harry blinked, as the baby pushed the car away, crawling after it. The baby didn't make any noise, but had a small smile on his face. "What are you doing, Potter?" Came a grunt, and the dark haired man looked at the couch.

Draco had woken up and was staring at him as if he had grown another head. "Just watching him play" Harry said, and stood up. "I've bought these toys, so they can have some fun" He walked after his son, and picked him up. "You have to stay on the blanket" He said softly, as he put the boy down in the safety of the blanket.

The baby next to Draco stirred and the older Malfoy froze. "Potter!" He hissed. "It's waking up!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Pick him up? Put him on the blanket? You're his father, anyway" He shrugged. He turned to his best friend, and shook him, so he would wake up. "Ron, come on. She has to see the toys I bought"

Ronald mumbled and opened his eyes. Next to him, was his daughter already awake. "So it wasn't a nightmare... It's true..."

"Tell me about it" Draco muttered.

"You're making it seem like it's something bad. True, we've got no mothers to help us, but... well... We've got each other" Harry grinned.

Ron looked incredulous and Draco looked disgusted. "Please, tell me your next words won't be Group hug, because I'll throw up" Said the blond.

"Whatever" Harry sat down on the floor, watching his son as he was joined by the other two babies, after Ron decided to put his daughter on the blanket. The three men thought about their situation, while the infants seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"Today we are not going to work" Ron announced, since Harry hadn't been there when the decision was made. The dark haired man, nodded. "But we've got to find a solution to this. There is no way we can skip work or take them with us" Draco and Harry nodded in silent agreement. "We should get a baby-sitter"

"No way" Harry spoke, Draco and Ron looked at him confusedly. "No stranger will take care of them"

Ron sighed. "What is your great idea, then?"

"We could alternate. One of us skips work every two days to take care of the babies. That way we know they're safe" He finished the last phrase with a little bit of uncertainty.

"Ok, sounds good enough" Ron said. "One of us stays with them tomorrow. Let's pick one right now"

Draco frowned. "How? Certainly not by voting. I know you'll both vote me"

Harry got up and went into the study room. He ripped three small pieces of paper and wrote their names on them. Then, he put the papers in an old wizard hat, and went back to the living room. "Here, Malfoy. Close your eyes, and pick a paper" He said, holding the hat next to Draco's face, so that he wouldn't see.

The blond grabbed a paper and looked at the name. He sighed in relief. "Ronald" He said out loud. Harry looked at the paper and nodded, confirming it.

But Ron didn't look annoyed. "Well, let's start learning this, shall we?" He said, standing up with a sly grin on his face.

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After washing their children and feeding them, Harry put an old mattress on the living room and the blanket over it. They put the three babies on it, and covered them with their respective blankets. "We really should name them" Ron said. "At this age, they should have names already"

Harry smiled at his son, as he fell asleep. "I'll name him Sirius"

Ron nodded knowingly, and turned to his daughter. "Amelia, sounds like a good name" Harry nodded, and they both turned to Draco, who was staring at his own son with an unusual expression on his face.

"Mathias" He said, finally. "My son"

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Notes: The story is already finished, but I'll post it between days.