Disclaimer: I own quite a few things. Harry Potter isn't one of them. The song "Puff the Magic Dragon" isn't mine either.

Author's Notes: Let's see if I can get this one out faster, shall we?

Just so you know, I'm skipping five years. I'm also keeping good my promise from several chapters ago. Inspired by one of the most memorable quotes in South African history by that dude who's head of FIFA, "And the 2010 Soccer World Cup goes to... South Africa!" (Vuvuzelas start playing and celebrations go on for three solid days).

Quidditch in the Southern Hemisphere for once? XD This'll be fun...

Chapter 6: Quidditch, anyone?

Never let it be said that Draco Potter could not whine.

"But, Harry! They haven't given you time off work since Brian was born!"

Harry sighed and leant back against the kitchen counter. They had been having this self same argument for the past twenty minutes, always going round and round in circles like some verbal merry-go-round. "Dray, I've told you. There's been a lot more dark wizard activity around, especially in the last two years. They need me to("

"I need you, damn it! Harry, you're my husband. You're a father to three kids who never get to see you, even when Sam and Alex are home, because you come home well after they've gone to bed, and you leave before any of them are awake!"

Harry literally cowered under the tirade. He hated hurting his family like this. He hated it.

"Harry... every time I see you I fall apart even more. You're always tired, you hardly have the strength to eat, you never get any time off... I'm so worried about you."

"I know, Dray." Harry said. He couldn't argue with that. He was tired. Every time he attempted to put down an application for leave, something new came up and he had to sort it out. No rest for the weary...

"Look... the reason I want you to take a break is... a friend of mine at the office has given me tickets for this year's Quidditch World Cup."

Harry stared at him blankly, then a slow smile spread across his face. "You're joking!"

Draco smiled as well, albeit somewhat sadly. "My friend was going to go with his family, but his wife died in an accident. He made me take them."

"But this year the Cup's being held in("

"South Africa. Please, Harry. The kids will love it. They've never been out of Britain in their lives." Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest. "It'll be educational."

Harry sighed, then grinned. There was no arguing with his husband when he got into this kind of mood. "Alright. I'll apply for leave."

Draco smiled and threw his arms around Harry's neck. He gave a sultry smirk. "You should make it extended leave."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked slowly.

The blonde stared into his eyes. "You still owe me on our agreement. You've had plenty of time to procrastinate."

His husband looked nervous. "What agreement?"

"The one we made five years ago, the day Brian was born. I said that you had two years to fall pregnant. I still hold you to that."

Harry laughed softly. "You still want another?"

"I figure since we'll never catch up with Ron and Hermione, we might as well look like we tried."

Harry collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Alright. As soon as we have some time to ourselves, we'll see if I can fall pregnant."

Draco smirked. "We know the charm. Why don't we try it now?" He raised one slender blonde brow suggestively. "Of course, only if you're comfortable."

"Of course I am." Harry said, dipping his head slightly to catch Draco's mouth in his.

Draco moaned and leant against him, feeling himself hardening. His lips parted, giving Harry's probing tongue access to the warm caverns of his mouth.

"Dad, Papa, I'm thirsty." Came a voice from the kitchen door.

Harry and Draco jumped away from each other like scalded cats and looked in the direction of the voice.

A little boy of five stood in the frame, his innocent green eyes oblivious to the fact that he'd just seen his parents making out. His silver-blonde hair was mussed and he was rubbing the palm of one hand against his ear, the other hand occupied with holding tightly to the paw of a rather mangled teddy-bear. He was wearing blue Muggle-style pyjamas with red, green and yellow squiggles on them and his fuzzy slippers were on the wrong feet.

Draco quickly regained his composure and moved quickly over to the child, scooping him up in his arms. "Didn't I give you water before bed, Brian?"

Brian nodded. "Yeah Papa, but I drinked it all an' I'm thirsty again." He had picked up the word "Papa" from the next-door-neighbours' children who were French by birth. The term had stuck, and now even Sam and Alex called Draco that, feeling that saying "daddy" was a bit below them, now that they were all grown up and about to finish second year at Hogwarts.

Draco smiled and hugged the boy close before handing him to Harry. Brian immediately started playing with his Dad's glasses.

Harry laughed. "No touch, kiddo. These things break."

Brian pouted, but was distracted when Draco returned from the sink with a cup of water. The little boy drank a couple sips, then yawned.

"Come on," Draco said, holding his arms out to his son. "Bed time."

"Can I tuck him in?" Harry asked suddenly.

Draco smiled warmly and nodded. "I'll go shower meanwhile." He planted a kiss on Brian's cheek. The child was already dozing off. "G'night, Papa."

"Good night, my angel." Draco said. He kissed Harry softly on the mouth. "If he asks for a story, his favourite is 'The Hippogriff Who Saved Easter'. Otherwise, just sing to him until he goes to sleep."

Harry nodded, feeling a pang that he had to be told these things, instead of them being second nature to him, like he'd always planned. Things are going to be different now, he decided.

He traipsed upstairs and opened the door to Brian's room. The lamps had ignited themselves when Brian had got out of bed to stop him hurting himself in the dark. Harry carried the boy over to his bed, stepping gingerly over the toy broomstick that was on the floor. When he laid Brian in the bed, the boy blinked sleepily at him.

"Do you want a story?" Harry asked, reaching for a well-thumbed picture book on the bedside table. Brian shook his head groggily.

"Okay then." Harry cast his mind about for a song. Eventually he settled on a Muggle one he often used to hear Aunt Petunia sing to Dudley.

"Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the autumn mists, in a land called Honalee. Little Jackie Vapour loved that rascal Puff, and brought him string and ceiling wax, and other fancy stuff." As he sang, he gently stroked Brian's forehead. The child's eyes began to close.

"Together they would travel on boats with billowed sail. Jackie kept a lookout first, on Puff's gigantic tail. Noble kings and princes would bow when near they came. Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name."

Brian's eyes had drifted shut, his breathing slow and steady. The mangled teddy-bear was still clutched under one arm. Harry smiled and kissed his youngest child lightly on the forehead.

He extinguished the lamps when he reached the door. From the bed he heard a muffled. "G'night, Dad."

"Good night, Brian." He whispered.

"Potter, we just can't spare you, I'm sorry." Kingsley Shacklebolt, head of the Department of Aurors said in his slow deep voice. "You're one of the best we have. Once all this mess clears up, you can have your leave."

"Kingsley, I promised my husband I'd be able to get away this summer. We've got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup in South Africa. It's too good an opportunity for my kids to miss."

"I'm sorry, Potter." Kingsley said again. "But we're short-staffed at the moment."

Harry heard some of his son's petulance slip into his voice. "I haven't had leave since my son, Brian, was born. I haven't had a Saturday off to spend with my family in two years. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally. Besides which, my family mean more to me than anything. I can't spend any more time away from them like this." Harry sighed, and looked at his hands for a moment. His eyes wandered to the front of his uniform where his Auror badge was pinned. A look of pain crossed his face as he raised his hands and removed the badge.

"What you're asking me to do, Kingsley, is choose between my job and my family. I'm sorry, but I choose my family." He handed the badge to Kingsley. "I'll send an owl with my resignation tomorrow morning."

And he turned on his heel, a sinking feeling in his stomach, and left without another word.

Okay... I have no idea where that came from. Scouts around mind. Azilah and Shimali raise their hands for the cutesy fluff and smoochy bits with Harry and Draco. Aislyn raises her hand for the angst. Aelis raises his for the sudden plot twist.

OK then.

The reference to Harry singing Puff the Magic Dragon was a flashback to my own childhood. My mom used to sing that for me all the time. ;;;

I know I'm making you wait to find out what Lucius is up to, but he works slowly. They need this trip for the rest of my plot to take shape.

OK, Harry WILL have another child. Soon. It's likely he will conceive on the trip. And he will not remain unemployed for long, I promise. Question: Should the baby be a boy or a girl. Tell me, you have time. Majority rules, I do live in a democracy after all.

Also, who should be in the Quidditch final? I'm definitely having South Africa there (Just 'cause I'm patriotic... and we deserve to be in the finals of SOME sporting event for once. --). But who else? Once again, majority rules on this.

Thirdly: Who wants to learn about South African culture? Well... you're all gonna learn anyways, so you might as well get comfy!

And now: To my absolutely fandibulous reviewers:

Jackie Malfoy: Glad you liked it.

KhakiBlueSocks: Your name's Joshua? Wow. I always assumed you were a girl (For the sole reason that you are the first guy I've ever seen read an mpreg fic). Kewl. (Joshua: Immediately insists this chapter be dedicated to KBS).

HoorayTheWeird: I almost had a heart attack when I saw all the reviews! Thanks SO much for taking the time to review every chapter! Sorry for the angsty bits... but they were needed. I can't do humour all the time - my angst muse would KILL me.

the-mpreg-spirit: Viva la Mpreg AND South Africa! Good to see some other people who will know what I'm talking about in the next chapter (as it is, I'm creating a guide to all the stuff I'm going to have to explain! )

KitFoxGurl: Yeppers! New chapter! Glad you like Brian. He's going to feature quite strongly in this story.

blondebouncingferret: Glad you like!

Takuya: This soon enough?

Sheree: Ja, Brian IS in fact one of Dumbledore's names... but by the time I realised that it was too late, and I liked the name so much so I couldn't change it.

jbcna: I didn't make you wait too long this time!

The Masque of the Red Death: Trembles I've continued! I've continued!

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