Author's Note: Here's an epilogue for those who wanted one :) xoxo
Epilogue – 10 years later
"If you want me, try and catch me!"
Draco grumbled loudly as James wriggled out of his grasp and ran in the other direction, giggling. His brothers, Albus Severus and Scorpius, laughed and cheered him on with a chorus of whoops and applause."Come on James, I need to fix your collar!" Draco shouted after him, dimly aware that it would do no good. He watched the boys disappear around the corner and plopped down on the couch in their sitting room, irritated and weary. Why Harry had insisted they had kids was still a mystery to him, and why they had to have so many an even bigger one.
A moment later, Harry entered the room with James under one arm and Albus under the other, Scorpius trailing behind them. "Having trouble with the boys?" he asked Draco in amusement, setting the boys down and fixing James's collar himself. Draco just scowled at him in reply and Harry chuckled.
"I was too fast for him, Dad," James said earnestly, tugging at Harry's shirt. "Me an' Al an' Scorp!"
Harry chuckled again. "Yes, I'm sure." He ruffled James's jet-black hair with one hand.
The boy's gray eyes sparkled with mirth. "And Al messed up his nice shirt at breakfast!"
Albus's face turned scarlet. "No I didn't Daddy!" he looked up at Harry with pleading eyes for a moment, then down at the floor in shame. "Maybe just a little." His tiny lower lip stuck out a bit to show how sorry he was. And Harry would believe it, he always did. Draco shook his head. The small boy was the spitting image of Harry, from his untidy raven hair to his vibrant green eyes. Especially when he was making that face.
Harry looked down at him sympathetically. "It's fine, Al. Go change, okay? All of you."
The boy made a pathetic little sniffle, and then turned to look at his older brother triumphantly. The two started towards the door, animatedly talking and laughing with each other. Scorpius was quiet the entire time, his gray eyes looking steadily at Draco as if asking for approval to go. Draco smiled and nodded at him. He was the only one of their boys that had blonde hair, and he looked exactly like Draco when he was his age. He was also reserved and a bit more solemn than his rambunctious brothers. Sometimes, Draco secretly thought that Scorpius was his favorite son. The little boy smiled back and scurried after his brothers. They all ran out of the room together, shouting and jumping in a competition to be most obnoxious. Draco personally thought that they could all win. He rubbed his forehead.
"Why did I skip work today for this?" he complained as Harry smiled and sat down next to him.
"Because you love them and we are going to the Weasley's for dinner, or have you forgotten?"
Draco grinned at him sheepishly. How could he forget a trip to the wild Weasley dwelling? "No, I haven't."
"Of course not. Anyway, I don't think that they need you out there as much as we do here, you strong, brave Auror," Harry teased, rubbing Draco's arm tenderly. Draco smiled. With time, arguments, influence and a whole lot of arse-busting hard work, he'd managed to get into the Auror program after graduation to fulfill his longtime wishes of helping to save the world, one criminal at a time. Harry had also entered the training program with him and they worked together as a team briefly before Harry quit and became a Healer for St. Mungo's. Draco knew that Harry had never wanted to be an Auror, but just did it to please people. And once he realized that he really didn't give a damn, he switched to what he really wanted to do. After Lily had been born 4 years ago, Harry left St. Mungo's too and now just stayed home taking care of the kids. To everybody else, it might've seemed as if Harry sacrificed his own happiness for the children, but Draco knew that Harry was truly and deliriously happy doing what he did. He wouldn't trade it for the world.
Draco sighed. "Those boys will be the death of me. How can you stand them all day? I've only got to see them in the mornings and evenings, but you! Every day. Merlin."
Harry laughed. "I reckon they've been spending too much time with Hugo. Well, at least James is, and you know how Al and Scorp do whatever he does."
Draco groaned and nodded. Hugo Weasley was a little prankster, just like his boisterous father. Not to mention his father's best friend, who also just happened to be Draco's husband… He looked around. "Where are the girls?"
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his ever-messy raven hair. "I got them dressed a half an hour ago, so I assume that Becca is in her cradle and Lily is helping your mother in the kitchen. She still doesn't know how to work the stove, you know."
Draco grinned. "She'll never learn. At the Manor, she has the House Elf do the cooking for her. I assume that she's just going to try and impress you and the Weasley's with her vast knowledge she hasn't actually got."
Harry grinned back. "She's wonderful the way she is."
Draco scooted closer to him. "You're wonderful."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "No, you're wonderful."
Draco smiled wickedly. "Let's skip the endearing couple's bickering and get to it, shall we?" he straddled Harry's lap suggestively, capturing his mouth with a swift motion. Harry's hand disappeared under his jumper and he tugged at Harry's trousers in return.
"Daddy!" The men sprang apart as Lily, the fourth child of the Potter-Malfoy family, darted into the room. She hugged Harry's waist tightly and then turned to look at Draco with wide eyes. "And Father!" she exclaimed, jumping over to his lap and hugging him happily as well. "You're home today!"
He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Yes Lily, we're all going to the Weasley's for dinner soon, don't you remember?"
Her pretty green eyes lit up. "Oh yay! I get to see Rose today!"
Draco bounced her on his leg and she giggled. "Yeah, we do."
Narcissa entered the room, carrying a bawling Becca. "Draco! Harry! Your daughter won't stop crying!" She handed Becca over to Harry, looking worn-out but nevertheless regal. Even after 10 years, she was still as beautiful as ever. She was a Malfoy, after all.
Lily got up and wrapped herself around her leg, looking concerned for her baby sister. "Is she hurt, grandma?"
Narcissa's tight expression of exhaustion smoothed out. "No honey, she's all right. Just a bit sad."
"Ooh, oh, Becca," Harry cooed, rocking the little baby back and forth. Draco remembered her birth with certain clarity. He recalled the moment that he first saw her, when his heart had swelled in a different manner than it had been with the five previous children. She had soft, fine blonde hair and stunningly emerald eyes and bronze skin. And she was Rebecca. Draco looked over at Harry cradling her with loving care, and felt his heart swelling again. He could remember watching Harry attempt to calm a tiny baby doll named Rebecca ten years ago in an empty classroom, feeling the exact same way as he was now. Proud. Actually now that he thought of it, Draco couldn't quite remember what had happened to that doll. He hadn't seen it in years. He suddenly felt the need to hold it again, if only for the memories.
Harry looked over and sensing his sentimental thoughts, passed the quieting baby over to him. "I'm going to go check on the boys. Don't stuff her with a sock, now," he said teasingly towards Draco, and Draco threw a pillow at his back as he left.
"Shut up, you tosser!" he yelled after the laughing man and grinned when he heard Harry yell back, "You wish!"
The Potter-Malfoy family arrived at the Burrow, late as usual from the routine bickering ("Dad! Al shoved me!" "No I didn't, he shoved me!") and Draco tapped his foot with an impatient huff. "They know we're always late, shouldn't they just leave the door open for us? It's not that hard," he complained, adjusting Becca in his arms while James and Scorpius tugged at his trousers.
"Draco, don't whine. It's unbecoming," Narcissa scolded him absently.
Harry smirked at him. "Yeah Draco, it's unbecoming," he said, his green eyes glimmering teasingly. Draco scowled at him.
Finally, Mrs. Weasley opened the door. "Hello, come in!" She ushered them inside cheerfully, pulling Harry into the customary embrace. "Harry dear, you are positively too thin, you need to eat more! Good thing I've prepared your favorites tonight."
Harry blushed. "Aw, Mrs. Weasley—" Draco grinned and shook his head. Even after all these years, Mrs. Weasley still coddled Harry.
"And Draco, my my, you're still as handsome as ever! You need to tell Harry to eat more," she chirped, turning to a now equally blushing Draco and embracing him as well. Mrs. Weasley was the merriest woman he'd ever known. After she was done hugging him, she turned to Draco's mother.
"Narcissa, how are you dear?"
Narcissa smiled warmly. "I'm rather well, Molly. Do you need help cooking?"
Draco couldn't help snorting as Mrs. Weasley smiled back. "Oh no, no that is quite alright, you are the guests here! Come on in, the family's waiting!" As the group made their way into the main room, Mrs. Weasley exclaimed quite too loudly, "It's such a pleasure to have you here for dinner, boys!"
Suddenly, people began popping up from behind the couches and plants and chairs, grinning and waving at the stunned family. Draco jumped back in surprise and felt Harry take a step back, too. The room was filled with all of their friends and family, redheads and bushy-haired spawn and ex-Slytherins alike.
"Happy 10th anniversary!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, taking Harry into a huge hug. The kids shrieked with delight and ran off to play with the other children, laughing and jumping all over the place. Draco saw Hermione and Ron approach Harry with energized grins. He scanned the room and found Theo standing over by Fred and George Weasley.
"Hey!" he called out, making his way over. "Theo!" The other man turned and grinned at him, shaking his hand.
"Draco, good to see you! How are you?"
"I'm great! How's Ginny?" he asked, scanning the area for Theo's wife of 7 years.
Theo's smile widened. "Brilliant. She's glowing, man. I swear, she's the only woman pregnancy could ever look good on."
Draco laughed. The couple was on their eighth kid now, and counting. "Honestly. Pansy was a madwoman during hers. You only crossed her if you had a death wish."
"Hey! I heard that!" Pansy walked up and slapped the back of his head. "Prat."
Draco rubbed his head. "Ouch, you crazy bint!"
She sniffed haughtily and smirked. "That's clever, amazing crazy bint to you, Drake."
He scowled at her. "We are so not on for brunch tomorrow, you slut."
He looked up as Blaise clapped a hand on his shoulder, with Harry, Ron and Hermione trailing behind him. "Oi! Don't call my wife a slut! She's a tramp at the worst—ouch! Relax love, I was just taking the piss— OUCH!" Pansy slapped him twice on the back of his head as well.
Draco sniggered. "Been there. Still can't believe you married that lunatic."
Blaise guffawed. "You know what they say, crazies stick together. You and Harry should know, you're both insane—owwww! Oh come on!" Harry and Draco both slapped him and shared a grin at his expense.
"You guys are all brutal," he grumbled.
Hermione giggled. "Squabbling, as usual. You'd think it has only been 10 minutes, not 10 years." She motioned towards the couch. "Well come on, presents!" Harry and Draco looked at each other in surprise. Presents?
"Mione, it's our anniversary, not our birthdays," Harry groaned, obviously uncomfortable from all the attention they were receiving.
"Oh hush up and move faster," she reprimanded, pulling them both down to sit on the couch.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave them knitted sweaters—one for everybody in their family, Fred and George brought them several test boxes for their latest products (to the delight of the children and the horror of the adults), Ginny and Nott gave them tickets to a concert for a Muggle band Draco had recently taken a liking to, and Blaise and Pansy got them a set of fine china.
Lastly, Hermione brought out a small bundle from her bag. "This is something of yours that Ron and I have found recently while we were cleaning out our flat—well, while I was cleaning and Ron was complaining—" the large group laughed as Ron's face turned to a shade that matched his hair, "and we believe that you might like to have it back." She unwrapped the bundle and Draco felt Harry's hand tighten around his as she handed them the long misplaced Rebecca-doll.
"I thought we lost her," Draco breathed, staring down at the doll with nostalgia. After graduation Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione shared a flat together so that they could take their time getting on their feet in the early stages of marriage—Ron and Hermione had gotten married only two months after he and Harry had. They had separate rooms, of course, but in that time Draco had finally gotten to know the friends that had always loved and supported Harry and discovered that he liked them quite well. And when he and Harry had moved out after about a year into a house of their own, the other couple decided to stay in the flat.
Hermione smiled softly. "I know it holds sentimental value for the both of you. I'm sorry we haven't found it earlier, but it was just in the closet of the room that you and Harry used to have and we don't normally go in there anymore—"
"Thank you," Harry said, cutting her off. "Really. We appreciate it a lot."
Draco bit his lip. "Yes, thank you Hermione. And Ron," he said quietly, smiling at the couple sitting across from them. They both smiled back. He glanced around the room, looking at all of the faces there and realized that they all loved him. Ten years ago, he didn't have a clue what love was. He had felt that he had no one to love him. Now, he could finally see just how incredibly blessed he was to have not only one person, but a whole room full of people who did.
He gazed over at his husband lastly, the beautiful and charismatic man whom Draco had somehow managed to keep. His green eyes were filled with love and joy and he was smiling that radiant smile that could still shatter Draco's heart even after all of these years, and he realized that it was truly going to be forever. There was no doubt anymore, no irrational insecurity, no listless solitude. It was just Harry and Draco, forever.
"I love you so much," he said earnestly, placing a light kiss on Harry's lips. He felt the other man smile.
"I love you too. Happy anniversary," he whispered back.
Ron cleared his throat loudly to remind them that they still had company. "So before we start eating, why don't you and Harry give each other your presents?" he suggested.
Draco looked at Harry, who was grinning quite mischievously now.
"I think we'll give each other our… presents when we get home tonight," Harry said, winking at him.
Draco winked back. "After the kids go to bed, love."
Ron made a gagging noise as everybody else laughed. "Bloody hell, you guys ruin everything… well, except for my appetite. Let's go eat!" With a collective cheer, everybody hurdled towards the kitchen in order to get a seat at the table. Draco smiled as Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him up, eager to start eating. Some things never changed.
"Come on Draco, I'm soo hungry, I would do anything for a treacle tart right now!"
"Oh gods, anything."
Draco imagined all of the things that they could do with treacle tart smeared over every inch of their bodies and licked his lips.
He couldn't wait to get home.
(Another)Author's Note: There you have it! Also, I didn't mention the way they obtained children, I've left it up to your own interpretations. If you like m-preg you can imagine it that way, or if you don't they could've had a surrogate mother or something. That's it for this fic! Thanks for reading/reviewing and see you next time! :)
**For those who are reading this again and noticed a few differences in the layout and details from before, I've gone through this a second time and edited it to make it easier to read.