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Fifteen years later…
“I’m going to hang out with Sylvia.” Orion called out, heading for the door.
“Oh, no, you’re not! You’re still grounded, young man!” Draco snapped, blocking his path.
Orion tilted his chin up defiantly, green eyes sparking at his father. “I’d like to see you try to stop me!” He said imperiously, sounding every bit the Malfoy that he was.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Do I need to get your Dad?” He asked.
Harry walked in the front door and took a look at the scene, then sighed. “What’s going on here?” He asked.
Draco turned to glare at him. “Your son is trying to leave!” He hissed.
Harry let his scent out and met Orion’s defiant stare with his own dark look. “To your room, Orion. You’re still grounded for two days. Don’t make me add a week.” He said firmly.
Orion huffed, just like Draco did on occasion, and stalked to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Rhianna, who was seven, peeked around the corner, now that the stand-off she knew better than to interrupt was over. “Daddy, can I go to see Uncle Jake and the babies?” She asked.
Harry smiled at the daughter Tyrion and Draco had created together, walking over to run a hand through her white-blond hair. “Go ahead.” He said, then leaned down to look into her grey eyes. “Bring me back some of Uncle Jake’s cookies, yeah?” He asked.
“Okay!” She said happily, skipping out the door.
Harry walked into the kitchen and found Tyrion there, sitting at the table with an almost empty cup of tea. “What’s up?” He asked the unusually quiet man.
Tyrion looked up. “I haven’t been able to keep anything down for two days now.” He said flatly.
Harry gulped at the look in his eyes, which boded ill for him. Tyrion during pregnancy needed an even heavier hand than Draco did, or he could go the same route, only faster and worse. “Well, I always wanted a big family.” He said lightly. “I guess I’m getting what I wished for.”
Tyrion sneered, a look he had learned from Draco. “I’m glad I could amuse you.” He said, getting up.
Harry pushed with his scent. “Sit.”
Tyrion sat down, compliant.
Harry smiled at him. “I love you. We can handle more kids right now, it’s not a problem.” He said.
Tyrion nodded.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, realizing there was something Tyrion needed to say, but wouldn’t.
Tyrion shifted. “Well, I shouldn’t- It’s not my place to-“
Harry levelled a glare at him, and Tyrion gulped.
“It’s not a good time!” Tyrion said in a choked sob. “Draco’s expecting, too, but he told me not to tell you, just in case-“
Harry shut him up with a raised hand, finishing Tyrion’s sentence in his head. ‘Just in case he loses this one, too.’ “So I have to deal with two pregnant mates?” Harry asked, a niggling sense of worry eating at him.
Tyrion nodded somberly. “I’m sorry.” He said in a small voice.
Harry laughed. “Oh, great. I’m going to either die, or go mad.” He said lightly.
Draco breezed into the room. “I’m hungry.” He announced, opening the fridge.
“Why am I not surprised?” Harry asked.
Draco straightened and turned, staring at Tyrion. At his guilty expression, he scowled. “You told him!” He hissed.
“It’s not our place to keep secrets!” Tyrion said vehemently.
Draco sneered. “Don’t you tell me what my place is, you bloody great pillock!” He snarled, pointing his finger at Tyrion.
“Both of you, shut it.” Harry hissed, letting his scent flow freely.
Draco huffed, and Tyrion just turned sad eyes on Harry, apologizing without words.
Harry sighed. “I really have my work cut out for me, this time.” Harry said with a smile, getting up and heading into the room they’d added on to the house to be his study. He opened the top drawer on his desk and emerged with two candy bars. He headed back into the kitchen and handed one to Draco, one to Tyrion.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Milky Way? Another Muggle candy?” He asked in excitement.
Tyrion was already opening his eagerly.
Harry just nodded, and left his two subs to their sugar for a while.
*****
“I still can’t believe you told him. I told you not to! You’re supposed to listen to me!” Draco was whining.
“Not over our dominant, I’m not. He told me to tell him.” Tyrion said regretfully. “Draco, please, don’t be like that.”
The blond huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the door to the room. “Don’t you do it. Don’t come near me right now.”
Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to Tyrion, who was slowly crawling toward him from the other side of the bed.
“But, Draco, please! I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my place to go against our Dominant. I can’t do it! You know that!” Tyrion reached out a hand and caressed the back of Draco’s hand with a fingertip.
“Don’t touch me!” Draco snapped, and Tyrion drew back with a sharp intake of breath.
“Draco…” He whispered, the hurt coming through in his voice.
“Papa!” Cassie peeked around the edge of the room and her jaw dropped. “Papa, why are you crying?” She asked Tyrion.
Tyrion just hung his head, shaking it sadly, as he got off the bed. “It’s nothing, Sweetie. Let’s leave your father alone for a bit, he’s in a bad mood.” ‘That I put there.’ Tyrion finished in his head, morosely.
Cassie smiled and took his hand. “Do you want some tea? How about some candy? I have some Muggle sweets from the last time Daddy took us shopping, I think you’d like the M&Ms.” She said, trying to cheer him up. “Chocolate always makes me feel better.”
Tyrion let her sit him down at the table and she prattled on about her friends and all the gossip that had been going around the village lately as she put some water on to heat for tea.
“Oh! And Rosemary says that Ethan likes me. When do you think I’ll come into my powers?” She asked.
Tyrion shrugged. “I don’t know, Sweetie. Your Daddy came into his a bit later than usual.” He said tonelessly.
Suddenly, Draco stormed into the room and walked right up to Tyrion, grabbing him and hauling him out of his seat, crushing their mouths together hungrily. “There! Now snap the fuck out of it!” He hissed.
Tyrion blinked in shock, then smiled, wrapping his arms around Draco. “Alright.”
Cassie smiled happily at seeing her father in a better mood. “Father, would you like some tea?” She asked, taking the tin of tea down from the cupboard.
“Yes, I would, Sweeting, that would be lovely.” He said, disentangling himself from Tyrion and sitting next to him, lacing their fingers together.
Silas came into the room, frowning thunderously, and perked up as his eyes landed on Cassie. “Are you making tea?” He asked eagerly.
Cassie smiled. “Yes, and we have room for one more. Besides, I wouldn’t go in your room right now, Rion’s in a hell of a mood.”
Draco’s mouth fell open. “Cassiopeia! Language!” He hissed.
Cassie flushed. “Well, it’s true.” She defended herself. Her twin was in a right snit.
Draco looked at Silas again, and was struck again by how much the fourteen-year-old was starting to look like Adrian. If it wasn’t for Tyrion’s nose on his young face, he’d be a dead ringer for the dominant that had almost had Draco.
Draco had woken lately to nightmares of Adrian twice, but he was able to differentiate the two while he was awake.
Cassie got down cups for everyone and poured the tea, setting cups down in front of everyone with a smile. Tyrion let Draco get his sugar first, but loaded his own cup with the stuff afterward.
Cassie and Silas watched them, both with wide eyes, understanding what the massive amounts of sugar meant.
Silas jumped up, pumping his fist in the air. “Alright! I was right!”
Cassie just giggled. “Both of you?! At the same time?!” She asked incredulously.
Draco flushed. “Don’t gloat, Silas, it’s crass.” He scolded the boy, who sat back down, smirking in a very Draco-esque way.
“Yes, Father.” The boy said evenly, letting Cassie add her sugar first, then adding his own slightly less ridiculous amount.
“So is that why Daddy’s not home right now?” Cassie asked in amusement.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Most likely. He probably went out to buy more sugar. Merlin knows the man relies on it when we’re in the family way. Like he can’t handle us otherwise.” He sneered. “We’re not as bad as all that.” He finished, taking a large sip of his tea.
Silas grinned. “So do you know what you’re having yet?” He asked both the other subs.
Draco flushed, but Tyrion shook his head.
Cassie squealed. “Father, tell us!” She said, grabbing his hand.
“Boy.” Draco answered softly, with a small smile.
Tyrion raised a brow. “When did you check?” He asked.
Draco flushed. “I had to know.”
He’d had trouble carrying to term, and had lost two babies in between Silas and Rhianna, but he was hopeful that this one would make it to term and be born healthy.
Cassie sighed and squeezed his hand. “He’ll make it, Father. I’m sure he will.” She told him.
Harry came into the kitchen and smiled at the collection of subs having their tea. “Everyone doing good?” He asked, setting three bags down and carrying two more back out, heading for his study. “I’ll be right back!”
Tyrion got up and began looking through the bags he’d set down. “Ohh, he got us cookies!” He said, holding up a roll of cookie dough. “I’m going to make them now!” He said happily.
Harry laughed, hearing this as he reentered the room. “I’m glad you like them. I figured since this was all my fault, I might as well spoil you both a bit.”
Draco smiled at him. “I love you, Harry.”
Cassie left her Father to whisper something in Harry’s ear.
Harry frowned and walked over to Draco, enfolding the sub in his arms. “Don’t worry about it so much. What will happen, will happen. I love you anyway. There’s been some hard times, but we get through everything that comes our way. Besides, you carried the twins fine.”
Draco nodded, leaning in to Harry, inhaling that spicy scent he loved so much. “I’ll try not to worry.” He promised.
Harry kissed the top of his head. “I need to go talk to Orion now.”
Cassie raised an eyebrow. “Good luck.”
Harry walked into Orion’s room, where the teen was sitting, writing in his journal. He looked up as his father entered, and put the leather-bound book under his pillow. “What?” He asked.
Harry sat down next to him. “Listen, I need to ask you to listen to your father a bit more for the next few months. He doesn’t need any extra stress.” He said softly.
Orion’s eyes widened. “He’s… Again?! I thought he stopped trying!” He said in shock.
Harry shook his head. “He wants it to work out this time, but he needs to be able to count on us to make things easier. I need you to set an example, as the only other dominant here, of how the others should be behaving. Can I count on you?”
Orion nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, I’ll try. Can I come out now?” He asked.
Harry smiled. “Yes, and you know what to do.”
Orion rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He walked out of the bedroom with Harry following him.
Orion walked up to Draco and cleared his throat to get his attention. “Father, I’m sorry for the way I acted. It was rude of me, and I should have listened, rather than talked back. And, congratulations.” He said.
Draco smiled. “You’re forgiven. And thank you. But this news stays in the Pack for now, alright?”
Orion nodded. “I understand.”
Harry smiled. He loved his Pack, for all their faults and failings. He wouldn’t have them any other way.
THE END