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So Papa was pregnant with twins. Look if you’d told me that a year ago I’d have laughed. Especially if you’d told me Dad had gotten him pregnant.
It also meant I was right and they clearly have been hugely attracted to each other for the last fifteen years. Summer was going to be interesting, apart from the fact Dad had already said he’s moving into the Manor. So we have to pack up his house. But Papa will give birth ideally before I go back for fifth year. “So what are you going to do this summer?” Rowan asked.
“Move all my stuff into one house. It’ll be hectic with papa due towards the end of summer” Scorpius explained as he kneeled in front of his trunk. Carefully and rigidly packing everything in. Unlike his bedroom this was the neatest thing in the room.
“Must be exciting knowing you're going to have two siblings arriving soon,” Rowan said. “I always asked for a little brother, but apparently one brother was enough,” he muttered.
“Can’t imagine why,” Theodore commented amused, as he flicked through the book he was reading. “How many kids do you want?”
“Me?” Rowan said looking up.
“Obviously.”
“Six or seven I think,” Rowan answered with sweet honesty. Even if that was completely unlikely.
“Who will be idiotic enough to bare you seven children. More than five would be unlikely,” Theodore commented.
“If we’re really in love,” Rowan muttered self consciously.
Scorpius felt a smile across his face, “Well look. My Dad’s having twins after fifteen years. So anything’s possible,” Scorpius offered reassuringly.
“Well. Then you are more than welcome to be the Barefoot and Pregnant Wife of Rowan,” Theodore muttered amusingly.
Scorpius looked at Rowan, who blushed bright red. “Well. You know, we’re just friends...”
“Yes. Exactly! Friends.” Rowan agreed enthusiastically quickly.
Theodore sighed and looked between them, “For Merlin’s sake. You spend most of the time making eyes at each other. If I have to spend the whole of next year dealing with you both denying you have feelings for the other. I am going to strangle you both,” Theodore sighed. “Just kiss already!” He said pointing a finger at both of them before walking out of the room.
Scorpius felt his stomach drop, and he just stared at his trunk, refusing to look anywhere near Rowan.
He could hear Rowan nervous breathing. “Scorpius” his voice came out quiet and nervous.
Scorpius took a nervous breath in. “Yes?”
“Do...you know....uhhh,” Rowan stopped. Scorpius understood, I mean he could have any Slytherin why would Rowan have feelings for him.
“Yep?” Scorpius said quietly.
“You do?” Rowan answered with relief. “Oh Merlin” He collapsed against the bed and sighed. “I do too.”
Scorpius looked up and did a double take and looked at Rowan who was staring up at the ceiling. The most endearing grin on his face. “What?” His voice trembled.
Rowan sat up. “I like you Scorpius.”
Scorpius' mouth fell open, even his brain seemed to have stopped. “What....but...”
Rowan slid off the bed and grabbed something out of his trunk. “I sort of made this for Valentines Day. But I kind of didn’t finish it in time” He admitted pulling out a small handkerchief and untied it. Inside was a silver ring with runes on it. “It’s your name in Runes.”
Scorpius stared. “You made this?”
Rowan nodded. “I’m not smart and good at school like you. But I like you, and if you want...we could...kiss? Maybe even be...”
“Boyfriends?” Scorpius stared shocked to think it could be possible. That Rowan was pouring his heart out.
Scorpius bit his lip and leaned closer, and they shared a gentle nervous kiss. It felt wonderful. And his heart was beating a mile a minute. Rowan might have chapped lips, and he tasted a little like dinner. But he didn’t care.
Scorpius saw the door slide open. Instinctively he pulled away from Rowan’s body, leaning forward, his head resting on his palms. Rose stood there squinting at Scorpius, her eyes narrowing in study as she looked at Rowan.
“Can we help you?” Theodore said looking at her.
“Scorpius, can we talk?” Rose said firmly.
Scorpius sighed. “I’ll be back.”
“We’re going to be at Kings Cross soon. I’m not waiting for you,” Theodore replied.
“I will. Make sure no one steals your trunk.” Rowan grinned.
Scorpius chuckled, and followed Rose into the corridor and slid the door shut. “So?” He said folding his arms. They didn’t really talk, like stars on different courses.
“What’s going on with Uncle Harry? Mum mentioned in a letter they’re not talking. They’ve been friends for years. What’s going on?” Rose asked accusingly like it had been Scorpius fault they hadn’t talked, like it was he who had told them to speak.
“I don’t know. Dad and Papa haven't said anything to me,” Scorpius said shrugging her accusation off.
“I know that. You're a terrible liar, but you're not stupid either. What’s happened?”
“Nothing has happened. And if it has. I don’t know. And truthfully I don’t care, my parents are together, I’m getting siblings. I’m happy.” Scorpius insisted, although it came out as more of a raised voice. “Why do you want to ruin that?”
Rose stepped back. “What?” She stared at him in disbelief.
“I don't want to ruin anything,” Rose replied. Staring in confusion, “Of course I want Uncle Harry to be happy. But, I want to make sure my parents are happy too.”
Scorpius had some idea, it was sort of obvious really. It was the only thing that had changed. “I think maybe it was something to do with Papa. I guess Dad took his side.”
Rose squinted, and looked away. She was clearly thinking. “I suppose that makes sense. How did they get together? No offence but they weren’t close.”
Scorpius grinned sheepishly. “They sort of were. It’s sort of like they were both dating, but not actually dating, dating.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Babe? You coming back in?” Rowan asked sweetly, reaching his hand out to Scorpius.
Scorpius felt his cheeks go amazingly red. As Rose just smirked and looked at Rowan and back at Scorpius. “Oh. Well then,” she turned on the balls of her feet and raised a firm finger at Rowan. “If you hurt him, you don’t understand how many people will come after you.”
Rowan frowned. “I care about Scorpius. Do you?”
Rose was silenced by that.
“We’re family. Sort of,” Scorpius said, trying to calm Rowan's rather attractive defensive side.
“Blood is thicker than water,” Rose nodded.
“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” Rowan corrected.
Scorpius grinned at Rowan, genuinely impressed. “Have I rubbed off on you?”
Rowan grinned back, “Mum has it on a tea towel.”
Scorpius laughed and practically fell into Rowan's arms. As the train lurched, and moved tracks.
As the Train pulled into Kings Cross, Steaming and hissing as it came to halt. Scorpius shared a tender kiss with Rowan. “Bye you two,” Theodore said standing up. “Have fun...”
“Bye,” Scorpius smirked as he pulled away from Rowan. “I shouldn’t keep my Dads waiting.”
“Yeah. Of Course,” Rowan nodded, “Let me get your trunk.” Rowan lifted it off the luggage rack. Scorpius smiled and they made their way out onto the platform
“I’ll take it from here. I have to find my Dads somewhere” Scorpius said squinting through the haze and smoke.
“Scorpius!” His name being called through the haze.
“I’ll owl you,” Scorpius said, patting Rowan's chest, hesitating in case his parents were watching.
Rowan, his amazingly oblivious self, kissed Scorpius firmly. “I’m not waiting until after summer to see you,” he grinned.
“Don’t worry I promise I’ll owl you every single day,” Scorpius said, cheeks blushing. He walked over to his parents.
“Draco. Did you see what I saw?” Dad said, smirking in amusement.
“I certainly saw your son snogging a Slytherin boy” Papa agreed, rubbing his belly.
“Dads. Don’t make a big deal out of this,” Scorpius begged mortified. “Please!”
“I don’t know. I want to meet this alleged ‘boyfriend’ as soon as possible,” Dad insisted.
“Dads. He’s in my class,” Scorpius replied flatly. “Oh. Speaking of meeting, Rose Accosted me on the train? Why aren’t you speaking to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione?”
“Well” Dad started uncertain. “You see it’s complicated.”
“Is it?” Scorpius teased.
“Scorpius. You're too young to understand,” Papa said clearly trying to end this line of conversation.
“I’m fifteen,” Scorpius replied.
“A child.”
“Well. Considering what I was doing at his age,” Dad commented.
“No. No. You're not helping. He’s still a child!” Papa insisted indignantly.
“Just talk to them. I’m sure whatever it is. They're not going to ruin how many years of friendship.”
“They have to apologise first,” Papa said pouting haughtily.
“Now who’s the child” Scorpius said with a roll of his eyes.
Dad leaned over, “I wouldn’t. He is a bit hormonal.”
“Excuse me? I’m not deaf,” Papa said, glaring.
“See,” Dad said, muttering. “Remember we’re going to get donuts” Dad said, trying to distract Papa.”
“Ohh. I’m craving donuts,” Papa smiled placidly. Scorpius blinked in confusion.
“He has a sweet tooth. Or does now.”
“Are we getting donuts? Or are you going to continue to mutter about the normal parts of pregnancy?” Papa said firmly.
“Come on!” Dad said, putting his arm around Scorpius. They walked comfortably towards the barrier. Papa stopped and was looking over at the crowds, for a second. It took Scorpius a moment where he was looking.
“Weasleys. Harry and I are going for Donuts. You're welcome to join us,” Papa called out.
“Oh. Sure!” Ron called back.
Papa turned back to our bemused faces. “Don’t let anyone ever think I’m not the bigger person.” Papa declared.
Scorpius grinned, and Dad laughed. “Ever the egotist,” Dad commented wryly. Scorpius grinned.
It was odd seeing Papa fuss around Dad’s house. For a start he looked hesitant sitting down on anything. As if it was all stained, or worse. He also was very insistent on getting both Scorpius and Harry to pack. And kept asking if various items could be thrown out.
“Ah Hah! Got it” Dad declared as he came down the stairs. “Found Scorpius old crib!”
“You kept his crib?” Papa said, raising an eyebrow.
Dad looked at Papa and the concerned look he had at the chair. “Sit down. Honestly, I promise I haven't cum all over the chair”
Scorpius grimaced. “Oh. Dad...no” he shuddered disgusted.
“I didn’t say that,” Papa protested.
“You look like you’ve been sucking on a lemon” Dad grinned. As he waved his wand at the barred wood, which twirled and became a crib. “See. Perfect. Now we just need the one.”
Scorpius peered at it. “I slept in there.”
“Yep. When you were tiny and small,” Dad said patting Scorpius' shoulder.
“Box of baby stuff,” Uncle Ron said carrying a large box down the stairs.
“Who’s Cory?” Scorpius squinted looking at the box confused.
“Cory? I haven't heard that in ages” Papa laughed. Scorpius looked at his Dad in confusion.
“It was my nickname for you. As all the kids couldn’t pronounce your name properly. So I started calling you Cory. Your Papa hated it, and then you didn’t much like it either. So I gave up” Dad commented.
“Oh yeah. Rose used to call you Corpses,” Ron chortled recalling. “Doesn’t feel that long ago.”
“It does,” Harry admitted. Scorpius kneeled and began to open the box.
“Open it at the Manor. We’re packing, not unpacking” Papa said firmly.
“Taskmaster aren’t you?” Ron grinned.
“Otherwise they’ll never finish packing,” Papa commented.
The fireplace erupted with green flames.
“Lovely help is here.” Papa grinned.
As Rowan tumbled out, he coughed and dusted the ash off. “Hello Professor Malfoy. I got your message.”
“Lovely” Papa grinned. And handed Rowan a garbage bag. “Help your boyfriend clean his room. And try not to spend the whole time kissing.”
Scorpius just gaped. “You can’t just invite my boyfriend over?!” He protested.
“Why not. You need help cleaning your room. And clearly I’m not encouraging enough,” Papa commented.
“I don’t mind,” Rowan grinned. “I told you I want to spend time with you.”
“But it should be a date?” Scorpius said aghast. He wanted to spend time with Rowan but not like this.
Dad chuckled. “Scorpius relax. I’m sure Rowan doesn’t mind?”
“Nope. His bed is messy so I’m used to it” Rowan said.
“His dormitory too,” Papa sighed. “Merlin why did I get cursed with an untidy son.”
“Draco. Help me go through my wardrobe. You can throw out anything you hate,” Dad encouraged.
“Ooh. Now that is a temptation. I can throw out all those hideous jumpers you own,” Dad grinned.
“My mum knits those,” Ron said defensively.
“Not those. The ones he buys from Primark!” Papa muttered.
“I like my sweaters,” Dad muttered.
“You offered. To take backs,” Papa grinned, as he waddled up the stairs.
“I like your parents,” Rowan grinned.
“You haven't seen my room yet” Scorpius muttered wincingly.
Rowan laughed and kissed Scorpius on the lips.
It was mid August, summer was beginning to wear on. It was strange having Dad living at the Manor. And all the little things changing. Not bad, just different. Within a week Dad had a wizard wiring various rooms for electricity. As Harry was sick of relying on the rather old gas lights. On top of that Dad was threatening to renovate the kitchen.
Papa on the other hand was being rather blasé in what felt like a huge personality shift. Sort of. He was always terrifyingly insistent about the nursery. Scorpius and Dad had repainted it twice. As far as Papa was concerned Dad could renovate and demolish the manor. As long as he didn’t touch the nursery.
Rowan also was a regular at the manor. Scorpius hanging in his room. Or taking their brooms out and flying laps around the manor. Amusingly Scorpius loved Rowan fuss about the peacocks. Preening and feeding them.
Dad would cook dinner, Rowan would eat like a fiend before floo’ing home. “That boy is going to get fat with the way he eats,” Papa commented, as he gripped the Table as he heaved himself with an audible groan.
“You are in no condition to comment on that Draco,” Dad pointed out.
“Excuse me Harry, my body is swollen out of proportion due to the twins you put...Ow...In there,” Papa replied irritably.
“I heard an ow? Why did you say ow?” Scorpius voice rising in concern.
“Twinge. It’s fine..” Papa dismissed.
Dad looked equally uncertain. “Let’s get you on the couch with your legs up” he suggested. “Then maybe a warm bath.”
Papa nodded and scratched his belly, he looked so round. Like a beachball had been glued to his diaphragm and his skin stretched over the top. Dad put his hand on the small of Papa’s back and helped him as he waddled into the living room.
“Isn’t dad due in a month?” Scorpius commented as he began tidying the plates from dinner.
“Normally yes, but he’s having twins so they usually come out a month early,” Dad added.
Scoprius sat on this as he packed up the plates into a pile and carried them into the kitchen dumping them into the sink. If Papa had conceived after the date, it meant he would be due. Well now...ish.
Mild panic flooded Scorpius and he almost sprinted into the Living and almost doubled over the chaise lounge. “Papa. Aren’t you due now?!” Scorpius said out of breath.
“Around now. As such I get pain a lot. My belly has dropped, so it could be tonight. It could be next week” Papa said leaning back on the couch, his legs propped up by the cushion. He winced again, and started rubbing his belly.
“Dad. Papa could be in labour!” Scorpius insisted.
“Your papa would know if he’s in labour” Dad said with a reassuring look. Scorpius slumped onto the couch.
“Trust me. I wouldn’t be in such a rush,” Papa said a smirk. Which suddenly dropped from his face, it contorted into pain. And he groaned rubbing the sides of his belly.
“Draco…” Harry said squinting.
“Alright. Fine. I’ve been having contractions for about an hour and half,” Papa winced.
“Hah. I knew it!” Scorpius beamed.
“Lucky guess” Dad said wryly. As he sat down next to Draco. “How far apart are your contractions?”
“Ten minutes apart,” Papa said, wincing. Dad glared. “Look. Fine..but. I’ve already had two false labours, I thought it was that. I figured I’d have a little longer.”
Dad sighed and looked at Scorpius rubbing his temples. “Alright. Alright. Scorpius, Firecall Granny Weasley. And Hermione probably.”
“I would like neither of them looking at my puckered asshole! Call a bloody Mediwitch!” Papa snapped back.
Scorpius rolled his eyes as his Dads started to Argue. Eventually he raised his voice and bellowed, “SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!”
Both his Dads stopped and stared. “Did neither of you prepare a birth plan?” Scorpius said firmly.
“Of course we have,” Papa replied. “Obviously.”
“Yes. A home birth. With Mrs Weasley who has helped birth more children than anyone I know,” Dad insisted.
Papa groaned. “Fine. Fine. You are right. I just I’m older...and well.”
“Scorpius. Firecall your Granny, I’ll help Papa to bed. Then bring some towels. He’s bound to lose his water soon,” Dad said, Scorpius could tell he was trying to stay calm but he was doing that thing where he readjusts his glasses every two minutes out of nervousness.
Scorpius grabbed a handful of floo powder and stuck his head into the flames as he called for his Granny. “Granny? Papa is in Labour are you there”
“Scorpius? Is that you?” Granny Weasley called out as she walked over to the fireplace stooping down.
“Yes Granny. Dad told me to Firecall you. Papa is in labour” Scorpius repeated. “Let me get Grandad and we’ll be there in a minute.”
Scorpius nodded and pulled his head back. He took a nervous breath and sighed. Getting to his feet he went to fetch some towels from a linen cupboard. He heard the fireplace and returned carrying a pile. As his Granny and Grandad tumbled out. “I should talk to Percy to make flooing more comfortable for the elderly,” Grandad Weasley commented.
“Where’s your Dad’s?” Granny Weasley smiled.
“Upstairs in the master bedroom,” Scorpius nodded, nerves were bubbling in his stomach. “Papa will be oka,y right?”
“Oh Scorpius, trust me dear your Papa will be fine,” Granny Weasley reassured. Scorpius nodded and led her upstairs.
He knocked on the door. “Dads. Granny Weasley is here.”
“Come in….oh Merlin Fuck!” Papa swore.
Scorpius stared, he hadn’t heard his Papa swore ever. Granny Weasley took the pile of towels and gave a warm hug and opened the door. Scorpius caught a glimpse of his papa. Propped up by pillows and puffing and groaning. It didn’t look remotely enjoyable. The door shut, and stayed shut. Grandpa Weasley patted Scorpius shoulder, “come on. Let’s head downstairs. They might be while,” he commented reassuringly.
Scorpius nodded, he did want to be a part of it. But understood. There was a nervous excitement filling him, only abated by the fact it was taking forever. Hermione and Ron arrived, A Mediwizard named Cassidy. Scorpius suspected that someone had caved to Papa’s request. Aunt Hermione Probably. Scorpius on Uncle Ron’s suggestion ended up having a nap curled up on the settee. And when he woke with dawn almost breaking there was no sign of his newest siblings.
Eventually at Six twenty five in the morning. A bedraggled looking dad came downstairs yawning. “We have a boy and a girl,” Dad said, stifling a yawn.
“And Papa?” Scorpius asked.
“Threatening to never let me have sex with him again. So he’s fine,” Dad grinned. “Come on up, I want you to meet your brother and sister.”
Scorpius rose and smiled.
“Congratulations Mate! Draco didn’t hex you then?” Ron grinned.
“Just some hollow threats” Dad replied, as he led Scorpius upstairs. He opened the door to the master bedroom. Papa was in bed, a sheet draped over him. He was glistening with sweat and his shirt had dark patches of discolouration. Granny Weasley was rocking an infant in her arms. While Hermione was holding the other, smiling gently.
“Scorpius” Papa said with a tired smile. “I would hug you but I’m so sweaty it isn’t funny” He said.
Scorpius didn’t care and hugged his Papa gently. “What did you name them?” Scorpius asked.
“James Sirius Potter and Lily Narcissa Potter” Papa smiled.
Granny Weasley brought over the bundle she was carrying and handed it to Scorpius. Who Dad guided to hold it correctly. Scorpius looked down, eyes scrunched shut and wrinkled red face, yet so small and delicate. His sibling. “Which ones which?” Scorpius asked quietly.
“You're holding James. Your Aunt is holding Lily,” Dad said looking over at Hermione to confirm. Who nodded.
“Hello James,” Scorpius smiled gently. James didn’t answer. Not that Scorpius expected him to.
“Let’s take the twins downstairs, and we’ll let Draco rest,” Granny Weasley smiled.
“I love you Scorpius. And You Harry,” Papa smiled. As Granny heaved James into her arms.
“Call if you need anything,” Granny said to Dad firmly.
“Thank you Molly,” Dad smiled. Before taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes, he yawned.
“I'll get to sleep before you do,” Papa muttered. “I did all the work.”
“Yes you did” Dad grinned back.
Scorpius smiled and stood in the doorway, after all he was the one who got his Dad’s back together in the first place. And now they were a family, as it always should have been.