Okay, I know I just posted chapter fourteen yesterday (and chapter thirteen three days ago), but...here's the next bit. It's a tad longer than the last, but not overly lengthy either. :-) Hope you likey!

Warning: I thought you guys deserved some smut, so there is some in this chapter. There's just one little part of it that I'm hoping isn't going too far. *crosses fingers* My apologies if it does. *frown* And I've probably thrown in some R-rated words, because that's how I roll.


Next Generation at Hogwarts
Orion & Corvus (second/third of seven)
Monday, 1 September 2014

~ o ~

Coming through the Malfoy-Potter Floo, sixteen-year-old Teddy stumbled then fell, landing right next to Caelum on the sofa, grinning goofily up at his cousin as he lay sprawled there, his hair going from bright blue to a flushed fuchsia to a glittering gold, then to his everyday turquoise, causing his much younger females cousins to giggle.

"Teddy!" Aria and Lyra squealed at the same moment, getting up and throwing themselves on top of him.

"Hiya, girls," he responded, hugging them both without getting up off his back.

And then the Floo flared green and two more came through—Andromeda Tonks-Weasley and Arnold Weasley, her husband of five years now. "I swear to Salazar that you have all the grace of your mother, Teddy Lupin," she criticized, causing the man standing next to her to chuckle.

Teddy grinned from his near upside down position on the sofa. "I meant to do that, of course," he quipped, then pushed his girl cousins off of him and sat up.

Andromeda snorted. "I'm sure," she drawled, glancing around, then frowning. "Where in Merlin's name are your fathers?" she asked the oldest Malfoy-Potter child.

Instantly, all eight children sitting in the room pointed upward, letting the older woman know that neither Draco nor Harry had come downstairs yet.

"Un-believable!" she said. "Those two are like—"

"Bunnies?" Caelum offered.

Andromeda gave the fourteen-year-old boy a scathing look, then said, "Are you four ready to leave?"

Four heads bobbed. "Don't worry, Aunt Dromeda," Orion said. "We're never late for anything. Punctuality is one of dad's highest priorities. They'll be down in time."

Rolling his eyes, Teddy looked at Caelum and made a rude gesture—causing Caelum to snicker—then quickly tried to hide it when his grandmother looked over at him, glaring.

"Edward. Remus. Lupin!" the older woman ground out angrily. "You will not do such things in front of your younger cousins!"

Teddy tried, and failed, to look abashed—but Caelum snickered again, then made an attempt to give the woman a straight face. Then he too failed and burst out laughing. "Ahh, Aunt Dromeda, we're all quite aware of what our dad's are doing up there."

Even Corvus, who was still fairly shy, grinned. "They've never kept it a secret," he added from his place on the oversized chair he was currently sharing with his twin.

"Sort of a running joke in the house," Orion said with a shrug. "We're fine with it."

"Actually, I think we'd worry if they weren't...you know," Caelum added.

"See, Gran," Teddy said, "it's all good."

"Alrighty then," Andromeda's husband said with a smile—but his wife glared at her grandson.

"Teddy, you may be approaching adulthood, but I still expect you to be a good example for the younger ones," she informed the still-teenaged boy, "regardless of how open Draco and Harry are with their children. Do you understand me?"

Teddy instandly nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good!"

And then two others stepped fluidly through the Floo, taking only a moment to look around the room and take in the scene, then frowning. "Where are Draco and Harry?" asked Narcissa—causing her husband to scowl knowingly; after seven years of his son being with Potter, Lucius had no doubts as to what the two were up to.

"Don't even ask," Andromeda said, shaking her head. "Those two..." She waved a hand.

Pursing her lips, Narcissa pulled out her wand and gave it a wave, conjuring her Patronus—a skunk—and sending it up to her son and son-in-law's bedroom, with every hope of interrupting their shenanigans.

"Absolutely disgusting," Lucius Malfoy hissed under his breath—but it didn't go unheard.

"That's not very nice, Grandfather," seven-year-old Aria scolded, sneering up at the older man in a very Malfoy-like manner.

"Yeah, our dads love each other," Lyra added, looking up at the man angrily as well.

Andromeda chortled a laugh. "Better watch out, Lucius," she said. "I think they could take you."

The man scoffed, but then seemed to change his mind. "My apologies, children. I am just not used to such things."

Glancing up from his seat on the opposite side of the room, Scorpius frowned over the top of his spectacles. "You seem far too...aged...to not understand the workings of procreation, Grandfather."

Lucius Malfoy blinked. "I do beg your pardon," he said, insulted by his grandson's words.

The room was silent for a moment—then Narcissa smiled and brought her hands together against her chest. "They're...trying for another child?"

Caelum nodded. "Have been. For about a year now. Uncle Chuck-n-Charlie told them it's not always so easy the...er...conventional way." He frowned at his wording, knowing that it was somewhat off when referring to two men trying to conceive. "Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, yeah. Seems seven isn't quite enough for them after all."

Arnold Weasley chuckled—gaining him a glare from Lucius Malfoy.

"Lovely," Lucius drawled. "Just what the world needs, more little Malfoy-Potters running around."

"Well, we think it's brilliant," Sirius put in, gesturing between himself and his twin sister. "We're tired of being the youngest."

Nodding her agreement, Lyra eyed her grandfather. "Don't you like us?" she asked the man, putting him on the spot.

This caused all eyes to swing to the Malfoy patriarch—causing the man to clench his jaw before responding.

"Of course, I like you," he said stiffly. "I was merely remarking on the fact that your fathers have had more children than one family should be permitted to have. And that, there is...only so much space in our world. One should save some space for others. Like your grandmother and I did...back in our time."

Several eyes rolled.

"You keep telling yourself that, Malfoy," Arnold Weasley said with a snort.

"This is none of your concern, Weasley," Lucius returned. He didn't seem to like Arnold Weasley any more than the liked Arthur Weasley and it showed.

"All right! That's enough!" both Andromeda and Narcissa interrupted at exactly the same moment.

~ o ~

Harry had just climaxed—all over Draco's heaving chest—when his mother-in-law's Patronus glided into their bedroom, causing both men to startle. If only for a millisecond, before continuing their fun.

"Don't stop!" the blond man growled, his hands tightening on Harry's hips—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise—as he pushed up into his husband's body. "Almost there!"

Harry tried to focus on the task at hand—getting himself impregnated—and pushed down, repeatedly impaling himself on Draco's cock.

"Ah. Right there!" the dark-haired man burst, feeling his own member jolt back to life as Draco hit his prostate over and over again. "I think. OH! Yes. Again!" he ordered, grinning euphorically as he took himself in hand again and stroked in time with Draco's deep probing thrusts. It had been a while since Harry'd come twice without the benefit of some sort of resting period in between their sessions, but this was as good a time as any for multiple orgasms.

"Almost," he moaned.

"Hurry!" the blond groaned, then gritted his teeth. "I can't. Hold off. Much longer."

And then Harry felt a twisting, tingling low in his pelvic area just before convulsing wildly through his second climax. "Fuck!" he burst, slumping forward onto Draco's body.

But Draco wasn't quite finished yet. In a flash he'd reversed their positions, flipping his husband to his back, then pushing in once...twice...a third time, before shooting all that his bollocks contained into the man he loved—then collapsing down upon him.

"That was...brilliant," Harry said, his eyes slightly glazed over as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Draco chuckled. "Yeah. It was," he agreed, still lying on Harry's chest and feeling utterly boneless.

"We need to get up."

"Indeed."

"Your parents are here," Harry reminded his husband, though he made no attempt to move.

Draco groaned. "Don't mention my parents when we're in bed," he said.

"And I bet Teddy's here too...with Andromeda."

Huffing, Draco wiggled his hips just enough to allow his now flaccid cock to slip from Harry's body, then he pressed a kiss into the man's neck. "You are evil. Bringing up family while we're fucking is not a turn on."

Harry laughed. "I think our fucking is done. I need to clean up."

"We both do," the blond said as he rolled to his back, then touched his sticky chest—then brought his finger to his mouth and tasted their combined essence, then licked his finger clean.

Watching his husband, Harry smirked. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"You taste divine."

Harry chuckled. "Are you quite finished?"

"For now."

Waving a hand, Harry wandlessly Vanished their apparently tasty mess, then let his hand drop back to the bed.

Draco frowned. "You didn't...Vanish that out of you, did you?" he asked. They were, after all, trying to conceive another child—not that they needed more offspring.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I'm not that daft."

"Just making sure."

"And so I get to walk around feeling...swishy...for a while," the dark-haired man said, his nose wrinkled up slightly.

Draco laughed. "It's all for the greater good." Then he laughed again when he saw Harry's green eyes roll.

"True," he said, then waved his hand again, casting a spell to keep Draco's seed from seeping from his body—at least until he had to use the toilet the next time.

"Do you have any idea how hot that is?" Draco asked, turning his head and looking at his husband. "The wandless magic."

Harry snorted. "We are not giving it another go. I think my arse would split in two if we tried."

Grinning, Draco slowly moved to get up. "I'm going to jump in the shower."

Harry looked at the clock. "You don't have time," he said. "Besides, you are not leaving me to deal with everyone downstairs by myself."

"What sort of Gryffindor are you?" asked Draco. "No bravery, whatsoever!"

Harry laughed. "The sort who doesn't wish to deal with your father's scrutiny all by his lonesome."

Sighing, Draco cast a cleansing charm on himself—instead of heading to the bathroom—then started dressing. "I hate cleaning spells. They leave you feeling...scratchy."

Getting up, Harry did the same, then quickly dressed. "We'll shower later...together."

Draco grinned. "Promise?"

"Absolutely. Just...we need to give my arse a rest. This twice in the mornings and two or three more times throughout the day is killing me."

Draco nodded. "Right. I get it. It's my turn to bottom."

Relieved, Harry sighed. They were trying to get him pregnant, but he definitely needed some recovery time.

Quickly, they finished putting themselves together and joined the others in the lounge.

~ o ~

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was bustling with activity—same as always—so they didn't immediately spot anyone they knew. But they were fairly busy with their four, so it didn't really matter.

And then Neville Longbottom walked up to them. "Hey Harry. Malfoy," he greeted pleasantly. "I mean...er...Draco."

"What're you doing here, Neville?" Harry asked.

"Just came from visiting the folks one last time before the term started," he answered. "Thought I'd take the train back up to Hogsmeade with all the kids. I miss it at times, don't you?"

Harry grinned. "I little," he said—at the same time that Draco scoffed and said, "Not at all."

"So, how're things? How's Hannah?" Harry asked his old friend.

Neville grinned. "We're good. Pregnant again."

Beside them, Caelum snorted. "Our dads are working on that again too," he informed his Herbology professor.

"CAELUM!" Draco and Harry burst with irritation.

"What? It's true," the boy said innocently. "You two are going at it constantly. Oh look. There's Victoire. VICTOIRE!" he shouted, then grabbed Teddy's arm and tugged on it. Teddy seemed a bit reluctant—as if the fourteen-year-old girl was suddenly beneath him—but went with his cousin anyway. Orion and Corvus, of course, followed.

Neville laughed. "Another one?" he queried, his eyes going from the exuberant boys to Draco.

"Don't look at me," the blond man said, holding his hands up as if he were warding off even the thought of another child growing within his body. "Harry's going to incubate this one.

"We weren't going to tell anyone though, until I was actually with child," Harry said, "but our little monsters let the cat out of the bag this morning. Announced it to the entire household. Draco's parents included."

"Eesh," Neville said, wrinkling up his nose. "Bet that went over well."

Draco frowned. "Not really. Well, mother seemed pleased, but father...not so much."

Neville chuckled. "I can imagine."

"We'll see though," Harry said. "We've actually been trying for about a year now, so..."

Draco huffed. "Could we keep our bedroom activities and reproduction business to ourselves please, Potter?"

Smiling sheepishly, Harry leaned over and kissed his husband's cheek, then linked their fingers and brought them to his lips to kiss lovingly. "Sorry, darling. I wasn't thinking."

Draco flushed, feeling pleasure at the attention, then sighed and looked at Neville Longbottom. "Potter's not changed much...with the lack of thinking."

Neville laughed. "You two are quite the pair," he said—then craned his neck and squinted. "Oh look. Isn't that Theo Nott and his wife?"

Turning, Draco and Harry both nodded. "It is," the blond man said, a slight frown on his face. "Theo disappeared after the war, but Pansy did mention she'd heard he'd married. A Ravenclaw. Alannis something."

"Sheppley," Neville provided—then explained his knowledge. "Her parents own a cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade Village. Nice couple. Anyway, they have two boys and a girl, I think. The oldest one must be starting Hogwarts today with your twins. I should have looked at McGonagall's list of incoming students, but I was thinking about my parents instead.

Still looking down the platform at his old dorm mate, Draco frowned. "Hmm."

"Would you like to go say hello, Draco?" Harry asked, seeing the wistful look in his husband's gray eyes.

"Do you think I should?"

Harry nodded. "Of course. Enough time has passed, hasn't it?"

"I suppose."

"Well, I'll see you two soon, I hope," Neville said. "Any time you'd like to come up to the castle, just let me know. McGonagall's pretty open about letting visitors come. Plus, I bet she'd love to see you guys. Or we could meet in Hogsmeade."

"Okay, Neville. Thanks," Harry said, grinning—then squeezing Draco's hand and giving it a little tug. "Come on, love, let's go talk to Nott."

Draco nodded and allowed himself to be pulled, but got more and more nervous as they approached his old friend.

"Malfoy. Potter," Theo greeted stiffly when they stopped in front of him. "Or wait. I heard...it's Malfoy-Potter now." He smirked.

"It is," Harry answered when Draco didn't say anything right away. "But we prefer just Draco and Harry."

Theo Nott narrowed his eyes slightly, then gave a nod. "Right. And this is my wife, Alannis," he returned politely. "Alannis, this is Draco, my former Housemate, and the infamous Harry Potter. Excuse me, Draco and Harry Malfoy-Potter," he corrected himself.

Smiling, the woman stepped forward and extended a hand. "So pleased to meet you both," she said, looking from one man to the other. "I've heard and read so many things about you two."

Harry laughed, then took and kissed the woman's proffered hand. "I hope you don't believe everything you read," he said. "Such nonsense, those papers."

Alannis chortled an amused laugh and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Of course not. That I know from experience," she said, turning her dark eyes on Harry's beautiful husband. "Draco, I feel like I know you already."

And then Draco seemed to find his voice. "Hmm. As Harry said, don't believe everything you've heard."

The woman laughed again. "I'm quite capable of differentiating between truth and lies, but...thanks," she said as she offered her hand to the blond man.

Draco smiled and took her hand, then kissed it because he knew she expected it. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Alannis," he said. "We apparently have children the same age."

She nodded. "Yes. Reagan starts this term, Thaddeus next, and Adora in a few years. Tell me, what Houses are you betting on for yours?"

Draco glanced at his former dorm mate—Theo's features were completely unreadable—then back at the man's smiling wife. "Our oldest sorted into Gryffindor last term," he said, holding his head high—then waited a moment, expecting to hear a snort emanate from Theo. When he heard nothing, however, he continued. "This term our twins will be sorted." He gave a nod in the direction of their boys. "They're just there, next to the boy with the blue-ish hair."

Theo and Alannis Nott turned and looked. "The blue-haired kid your oldest?" Theo asked curiously.

"No, he's my cousin's kid...and Harry's godson. Our oldest is..." Draco frowned and looked around, then realized Caelum had been kneeling behind the others, digging around in his carry-on bag. "There he is. He's the blond one."

"Doesn't look much like Goyle," Theo said, then cleared his throat. "If rumors are to be believed."

Draco blinked, surprised the other man would even bring up the subject. "It is true that Caelum was created by Greg's magic, but...Caelum isn't Greg's son. Not after all this time. Biologically, he is one hundred percent mine. And Harry's as well since Harry legally adopted him."

"That's quite fascinating," Alannis interjected. "I've read about your condition, Draco, but I haven't actually met someone with it...until now. I'm a medi-witch. I've been practicing in the States where we've been living. Appears you've managed to stave off that sort of magic now though. Or you'd not be out among wizards. Congratulations."

Draco nodded. "Yes. Bonding with Harry put an end to it all, but...not until after he'd knocked me up again."

Harry laughed. "Now who's blathering on about matters of reproduction?"

"Sorry, darling, I wasn't thinking," Draco quipped, copying what Harry'd said not ten minutes before.

"So...Gryffindor, huh?" Theo said, his tone even, without any sort of opinion evident in it.

Both Draco and Harry nodded.

"And the twins. What's your guess for them?" the man pushed, his gaze going back over to the group of Malfoy-Potter boys.

Draco frowned. "I'm not really sure about Orion, but..." He glanced at Harry and shrugged.

"Hufflepuff for Corvus," Harry said. "I'd bet on it.

Draco nodded. "I think so too."

Theo let out a relieved breath. "Father would roll over in his grave, but...I think Reagan will be sorted into Hufflepuff as well."

"Worse things have been known to happen," Harry said. "I mean, they could have a madman after them each term."

Theo laughed. "True that."

"We'll see, I guess," Alannis Nott said.

The three men smiled. "That we will," one of them replied.

"Anyway, I'm going to go check on Reagan, but it was wonderful to meet you both," she said. "Maybe the four of us could get together for a meal sometime?"

Draco nodded. "That would be...very nice."

"Good to see you, Draco," Theo said, then looked at the man's husband. "You too, Harry." And then he followed his wife.

"Well, that was interesting."

Draco nodded. "Very. Let's see to the boys." His eyes were on his watch. "I'd just like to make sure Corvus is all right."

"He's fine, Draco. If we're right and he's sorted into Hufflepuff, then he's nearly as tough as a Gryffindor."

"True. Badger on and all that rot."

Harry rolled his eyes as they started in the direction of their boys.

"Look, it's the parental units," Teddy said as they neared.

"Dads!" Caelum greeted them. "Teddy and I are getting on the train now, but we told Orion and Corvus we should all say goodbye first."

Harry roughed up Caelum's hair, then Teddy's, then knelt down in front of the twins. And Draco, standing next to him, placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Any questions, boys?"

Orion shook his head. "Nope. Don't think so."

Corvus bit his lip. "Any House is okay, right?

Harry laughed. "Our expectations for you are the same as for the rest of those in our family. Be true to yourself and you will be happy wherever you are."

Corvus grinned for a second, then frowned. "But what if Orion and I are separated?" he asked, his gray eyes meeting his twin's. "We've never spent so much as one night apart."

Harry shrugged. "It might happen and I know you'll both be fine. You'll meet new people and gain friendships...and so will Orion. You might be twins, but you're two different people. You have to get used to that." Harry looked at his sons, then hugged them as one; he couldn't help himself. "You're going to have a great year, boys. I know you will."

The twins smiled bravely, then hugged their other father. "Bye dad," they said in unison as they quickly scrambled away, up onto the train.

"I expect an owl before morning," Draco called out.

"Yeah, yeah," Orion yelled—and then they were gone.

~ o ~

Hey Dads,

Holy HELGA, my Common room is too cool...everyone is
sooo nice! And...we have a cactus named Bob. Can you
guess where I was sorted? Hehe. If you guessed
Hufflepuff, then you're spot on (obviously)!

The Great Hall was brilliant. Loved the food! I sure was
frightened when I had to go up and sit on that stool all
by myself. Then Headmistress McGonagall put that
manky old hat on me and...she's is a bit scary, yeah?
Anyway, she called my name before Orion's (I'm going
to have to get him back for the shove he gave me), so I
didn't know where he'd be sorted. It was...odd to do
something before him. Orion always goes first. I'm not
going to tell you where he got sorted, because he'll want
to do it himself, but...he's not in Hufflepuff.

Anyway, it's been a long day and I'm exhausted. I'll
write as often as I can, but...Teddy says they keep us
really busy here. He also told me there's a back to
school bash this weekend, so don't expect an owl too
soon. Hmm. I don't think I was supposed to tell you
about the party. Oops.

Got to go. Love you guys! Kiss the girls for me (not the
boys, because they'd just say 'ew').

Love,

Corvus Alfred Malfoy-Potter

P.S. What is the deal with all the 'Badger Hugs' I keep
getting? Even Teddy seems to be obsessed with them.

P.P.S. Just thought of something else. There's a boy in
my House who says his father knows you, dad. His
name is Reagan Nott and he's really nice! I think I've
met my first friend...outside family.

~ o ~

Dear Fathers of Mine!

I'm writing because I said I would. Well, more like you
insisted upon it. The train ride was great. Met a few
people. Mostly older kids though, since we sat with
Teddy and Caelum and their friends. Well, for some of
the trip. Teddy seemed to have a problem with Victoire.
He said something that made her cry and she left our
compartment. I didn't hear it though. I wanted to go
after her, but Corvus wanted to stay. I stayed for a bit,
then said I had to use the loo and left. I found Victoire.
She wasn't crying anymore, but she wasn't very happy.
I stayed with her until all the first years had to get on
the boats. That was weird too. Boats!

Oh. We met the hugest man on the planet, I think.
His name was Hagrid and he said he knows you guys.

Anyway, you're probably wondering where I got sorted.
Part of me wants to keep you guessing. Maybe send you
a clue every week. But then, I don't think Corvus would
let me have that sort of fun...not for very long, at least.
So, I'll tell you. I'm a snake, Dads! Can you believe it?
Lol. I can. Hope you're both all right with that.

Gonna slither off now. My bed is calling. By the way,
Corvus did really good with his sorting...and then mine.
I was really worried about how he'd react when I didn't
end up where he did, but he was strong. I guess I
shouldn't be surprised. We're tough kids, us Malfoy-
Potters!

Love you all! I'll miss you!

Orion Severus Malfoy-Potter

P.S. Tell Scorpius he can have the Muggle candy in my
night table drawer (we made a bet about my House and
he won), but remind him that he still has to do what he
promised. You'll know exactly what the promise was if
he holds up his end of the bargain. Night!

~ o ~


That was somewhat exhausting to write. I like getting in as many people as I can, but still want it to flow smoothly. Sometimes I succeed and other times it's just tedious. I hope this was easy enough to read, even though it didn't feel quite so great to write. And thanks for that, BTW, reading my story and continuing to review. I love you guys!