Many days passed and they discovered that their children were starting to move around a lot. Crawling, most of the time, but Sirius was starting to stand and cruise around, holding onto the couch and the small table in the living room.

Amelia followed after him, crawling. And Mathias followed grumpily behind. Sirius seemed to be their leader, and liked to push his car around, with the stuffed dog on the back part of it. "Like a Marauder" Harry mused as he watched them.

-

Ron entered the flat, followed by Harry. They were both tired. They had been chasing after a dark wizard for two days straight, and finally they had come to their home, after a victorious capture. Draco was probably dead, they thought, having been baby-sitting three babies for two days.

But they found him sleeping on the mattress with the three babies. Mathias over his chest, and the other two at his sides. They both shook their heads, trying not to laugh, as they grabbed their children and took them to their own rooms. Ron returned later, and grabbed Mathias. He kicked Draco lightly on his side to wake him up. "Come on, Ferret, go to sleep. I'll take your kid to your room"

Nodding, and grumbling, Draco stood up and stumbled into his room. He heard Ron putting his son on the baby seat, and then leaving the room.

-

The next day, Draco woke up upon hearing something. It was a child's voice. "Feh-et!" He groaned, not believing what he was hearing. He sat up on his bed and looked at his son. "Feh-et!"

"Of all the things to call me..." He mumbled, as he walked up to his son and picked him up. "No, 'ferret' is not my name. You call me 'papa'"

"Feh-et!" Mathias giggled. With a sigh, Draco decided to ignore him. He set his son back on the seat, and went to the bathroom.

When they finally headed to the living room, he saw Dobby making breakfast in the kitchen, but his other two friends and their kids weren't there. "Hello, Dobby" Draco greeted the house-elf. The creature looked up and grinned, before going back to cooking. "Do you need a day off or something?"

"Oh, no, Master Malfoy. Dobby is not tired, sir" The creature squeaked, smiling. "Dobby is happy and thankful that Master Malfoy worries, though!"

Draco looked down in shame. Most of his childhood, he had done what his father had told him and berated, hurt and bossed around the little house-elf. It took a lot of effort for him to get to where he was... and a few hits from Harry and Ronald.

That day it was Harry's turn to look after the three babies. And with the signs and toys, it had become a fun day. He had convinced his friends to study from the book of baby communication. It had helped a lot, since they could also communicate with his son and their own children.

-

Almost four weeks had passed since the babies were left on their front door. The men had been getting used to the hectic life of single parenthood, and the children seemed to be happy with it too.

Dobby had been a hero, at least they thought so, and so far nothing serious had happened. Harry walked to the kitchen as he heard something tapping on the window. He looked outside and saw an owl, and opened the window to let it in.

There was a note attached to the animal's leg. He unfolded it and read it. "Hello dads! Tomorrow the moms will visit you, to pick up the babies" He tried breathing, but his stomach burn with anxiousness and panic. "Guys! GUYS, WAKE UP!"

-

"You've got to be kidding!" Draco muttered as they sat in the living room, watching their children playing. They were discussing the note they received earlier in the day. "I'm not giving my son back to some stupid woman who abandoned him!"

Ron was about to say something, but Harry spoke up first. "As much as I hate to admit it, I agree with Malfoy. I'm not giving Sirius back"

With a sigh, the red-haired man looked at both of his flatmates. "Listen, they need their mothers. We can't keep this up on our own. We'll strike a deal with them, so we get to visit our kids and pay for their things. Hell, we might even like them and tell them to move in with us!"

The other two rolled their eyes. "I'm not going to live with someone just because we've had a son... who I didn't even know that existed until a month ago!" Harry said sternly. "Sirius needs me. He's happy here. I'm not giving him away"

Draco frowned. "You know, I've been thinking... If they had the babies at the same time, left the babies at the same time and will come to pick them at the same time... They know each other!"

Ron and Harry looked at him in surprise. "Who could they be?"

"Well, think about it. They are probably a year old. Add nine months and you get two years, more or less... Two years ago, who did you sleep two years ago?" The blond asked, thinking about his theory.

Ron blushed. "Well, two years ago... I... Since the graduation I slept with a lot of women. Especially the months after that..."

Draco sighed and nodded. "I slept with five women that year, if I recall correctly" He turned to the dark haired man. "You, Potter?"

Harry frowned thoughtfully, but said nothing. "Tomorrow I'll go to the park. If the mother of my son comes, tell her to wait here for me. I'm off to sleep" He said, as he stood up and took his son.

-

The next day was chaotic. They all washed their children, took showers, ate, cleaned the flat and waited. Harry quickly left with Sirius after lunch, so he could spend some more time with his son.

"I'm worried that he won't come back" Ron said, after an hour of waiting. He stood in the kitchen with Draco, but they could still see Mathias and Amelia in the living room. Even if Dobby was already watching over them, closely. "He seems pretty attached to Sirius, don't you think?"

Draco sighed, and looked at his own son. "I can't blame him, really. I don't want to admit it, but if I don't see Mathias again I'll go nuts..." He glared at Ronald. "Don't even dare tell that to Potter"

Ron grinned. "Your secret is safe, Ferret!"

"Feh-et!" Came Mathias' call, and the older Malfoy walked into the living room. "Wee-zel!" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Good!" Draco said, grinning as he picked up his son. "That's very good, son. That's Weasel!"

There was a soft knock on the door, and the two adults looked at each other grimly. "The time has come..." Ron said, in a mockingly old voice that reminded Draco of Dumbledore. But the humor was not useful.

The red-haired man opened the door and they gaped at the three women standing there.

-

Harry took Sirius to the park. The dark haired man watched as his son toddled after him. He looked at his son, with a proud smile. "Keep going, Sirius!" He said, making a 'good' sign. The kid replied with a 'daddy' sign.

Because he couldn't hear, it was probable that he wouldn't talk. Harry had read that in a book. Though some people who couldn't hear eventually started talking. He knew that it wasn't something bad. After all, a lot of people who couldn't hear before being able to speak lived normal lives.

"Want to go see mom?" He asked both out loud and with his hands. The baby giggled and extended his arms at him. "Let's go then" He picked Sirius up, and they headed back to the flat. Harry felt his stomach burn as he left the park.

-

Ronald Weasley could not believe his eyes. There in the living room was none other than Luna Lovegood, playing with his daughter... whom he found out was her daughter as well. He felt dumb, as they waited for Harry to return. The three women did not want to talk without the six adults being present.

He stared at his girlfriend from Hogwarts. He had left her when he graduated, since she wanted him to work with her, writing for The Quibbler. He had argued and hurt her feelings by saying it was something useless and stupid. Ron always felt bad for hurting her like that, but never thought she'd forgive him if he apologized.

He could tell Draco was having similar thoughts. It was awkward, because Mathias' mother was Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister. The red-haired man hadn't seen her for the last two years. She had left without a word to her family or her boyfriend at that time, Draco Malfoy.

The little Malfoy baby did signs to his mother, and the third woman gasped. "H-how does he know that?" She asked, but the other two women silenced her and whatever the men were going to answer.

"Not now, Hermione. We'll wait for Harry now" Ginny said. She seemed to be in charge of the situation.

Just then, they heard the door open. Ron and Draco tensed as they heard Harry's steps and voice. "So, now, Sirius... We're going to see your mother. But if she doesn't look trustworthy I'm not letting her take you away from me, ok?" The only answer was a happy giggle.

"Potter. Come here. We've got visitors" Draco spoke up for the first time, looking straight at Ginny, with a blank expression.

The steps stopped, but Harry had not reached the living room. Instead, they heard his breathing, which was of a nervous person. Finally, the steps resumed, and he emerged from the hallway. And stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed the three familiar women. Especially when he saw Hermione.

He stood there as his brain took a well-deserved vacation, and gaped at the scene. "Come sit down, before a fly decides to make a home in your mouth, Potter" Draco grunted.

Quickly, Harry closed his mouth and nodded. He walked over his two friends and sat between them, still holding his son. Sirius instantly recognized Hermione and giggled, but made no move to indicate he wanted to go with her.

Harry looked dumbly at his former girlfriend and best friend, as she looked at him and his son. Out of the three, he had the lamest excuse as to why they hadn't stayed together. He had been afraid. Despite having defeated Voldemort and chased dangerous dark wizards who wanted to follow his path, Harry Potter had been afraid of having a family. If he had a Time-Turner, he would probably go back in time and kick his older self senseless.

After an awkward silence, Ginny spoke up. "Well, seeing that we're all here. Let's... talk about... what's going on"

"Great idea" Draco said sarcastically. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked, and gestured towards the babies and the mess, being the mattress with the toys, in the living room.

Amelia chose that time to start crying, and Ronald instinctively took her from her mother's arms. He murmured calming words and felt the diaper. "Ah, be right back" He said with a smile, which dropped as he noticed the grim expressions everyone gave him. Even Mathias was glaring at him. He quickly went to the bathroom, and after ten minutes, he came back and handed his daughter back to Luna. "All done" He said, as he sat down on his previous spot.

"Ok..." Ginny started again. "How to start this...?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "From the beginning?"

The red-haired woman glared at him. "Stop that. Now, yes. From the beginning. As you might remember" She looked at the three men. "we all were going out when we graduated from Hogwarts. And it seems we all picked the same month to... Well, to do stuff. And, for different reasons, we broke up"

"You ran away, you mean" Draco muttered.

Ginny chose to ignore that, her eyes saddened and she looked at the floor. "Now, in my case in particular I was... quite scared when I found out I was pregnant. We were just starting a relationship" She looked at Draco. "and already I was expecting your child. I didn't know how everyone was going to react, especially you... So I simply... ran away, as you put it"

Draco was silent for a few moments, as he processed what Ginny had said. "I... I understand now... I had just... betrayed my father, his Lord and... wasn't too good with emotions... Not that I am right now..." Ron nodded, smirking, but Harry smacked him behind his head, so he dropped his smile. "I suppose I... wouldn't have been... supportive about... it. But... now... Um... We could... try to work it out"

The three women looked at each other, and Hermione nervously pointed at Luna. The blonde looked at Ronald and sighed. "Well..." She started.

But the red-haired man interrupted. "I'm sorry, Luna" He said quickly. "I was an idiot"

"True" Draco said, and Harry nudged him. "Ouch! Potter, stop that!" The black haired man nudged him again, and soon both were immersed in a nudge battle. Ron rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice made him stop and turn to look at her, and a particularly hard nudge from Draco made contact with his ribs. He winced at the pain and glared at his friend. The still bushy haired woman turned her attention back to Ronald.

"Well, as I was saying..." Ron glared at his two friends. "I was an idiot. I... I didn't... I had not right to insult your father's work. I guess I couldn't say something easy like 'I don't like that kind of job'?" He ended it like a question. "The truth is... I've been... I've been trying to get you off my mind... But I can't... And if you'd give me a second chance... I want to be the Amelia's father... permanently"

Luna looked stunned. Her usually dreamy eyes were wide and focused on her daughter's father. She didn't look like she expected such mature comments from Ronald Weasley at all. "I suppose... I can think about that..." She said quietly. Ron smiled sheepishly at her.

After moments of silence, everyone looked from Harry to Hermione. "Well?" Ginny nudged her friend.

With a sigh, Hermione spoke. "Um... Well..."

Harry sighed. "I... um..."

Draco made a face. "Ah, um, eh, ha, bah..." He mimicked the struggling couple. "For Merlin's sake! Speak! The babies speak more than you two!" Ginny snickered, seeing a side of her old boyfriend she hadn't seen before. Draco grinned at her.

Hermione glared at the blond, and bit her lower lip nervously as she looked at her former best friend. "I've missed you a lot" She said quietly.

Harry's heart beat so hard, he was sure it would pop out of his rib cage, like a famous Muggle horror film. "I've missed..." He trailed off, and looked down at his son in his arms, then back up at her, and smiled. "I love you. Both of you. And I want us to be together, like the family we are, like we're supposed to"

The bushy haired woman felt tears in her eyes and nodded. "I'd like that"

-

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, little Sirius... Happy birthday to you!" The cheerful song was performed by the six talentless parents (at singing, that is).

Amelia, Mathias and Sirius giggled in delight. "Can't believe he's two years old already!" Hermione said, as she hugged her son. A firm, but gentle arm held her by the shoulders.

"Neither can I" Harry said softly, watching his son in her arms. "He has your eyes"

"And your hair" She added slyly.

Harry smirked. "No, your hair"

"Your hair!"

"No, Hermione, your hair!"

The playful argument was interrupted, however, by a child's voice. "Da... dada!" The voice was a struggled whisper, but everyone soon stopped cheering and stared at Sirius with wide eyes.

The baby boy looked up at his father and giggled. "Da--da!" Harry felt his eyes water with joy. His son, who couldn't hear, was speaking albeit not like an average child. But it was more than Harry could ever ask for. Sirius could not hear anything before he knew how to speak, so it was probable that he could never speak more than a couple of words.

Everyone enjoyed the small celebration. The next day plans for weddings and movings would be made. Decisions about who would live where, if they ever would stick together, and much more.

By the end of that year, Harry, Hermione and their son Sirius, lived together in the flat that had housed the three bachelors. Ronald, Luna and Amelia had moved to a house near The Burrow. And Draco, Ginny and Mathias, for a couple of months stayed with the Potters, before moving to the old Malfoy Manor, after it was cleaned and all evidences of it being a Death Eater's property had been cleared. Mostly so their son wouldn't get cursed while playing.

Needless to say, the three couples and their children lived happily. Ever after or not, we'll never know.

But we sure hope so.

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Notes: I know it was terribly Out Of Character. Forgive me. :P It's my first Harry Potter story, and it being an answer to a challenge I like, really made me get carried away.
Anyway, it's the first time in... maybe years to actually complete a short story and post it after and not while I write it. Should take challenges more often, I suppose.