Warning: I know I usually write mpreg, but there is NO mpreg in this story! I know, shocking, right?

Harry's POV:

Being best friends since the age of eleven, Ron Weasley and I did everything together. It started with sharing a dormitory at Hogwarts, proceeded into fighting side by side in the war and defeating Voldemort, turned into a very successful partnership in the Auror Corps, and now included being dads. This Wednesday evening that meant taking the kids to Dance class. Rose wanted to learn Ballet and because Hermione had baby Hugo and her fulltime job to juggle, she insisted Ron do the chauffeuring. Seeing a child with the last name Malfoy on the class roster had prompted Ron to beg Teddy and me to go along for backup. There happened to be a Hip-Hop class going on in the other studio at the same time, so Teddy agreed to give it a go.

Fatherhood was brilliant, in my opinion; I only wished I had more than Teddy. If I could've somehow managed to knock Ginny up before realizing how incredibly gay I am, then at least I would have something to show for the two years I spent trying to make that relationship work. We'd been so hopeful and full of life and exuberance after the war that we assumed life would just suddenly become exactly what we wanted from it. We were due our happily ever after, were we not?

In hindsight, me and Ginny were never meant to be. She was always off gallivanting around the world touring with her Quidditch team, partying into the wee hours of the night, and having a good time. Meanwhile I was busy taking care of Teddy and being an Auror, saving the world one bad guy at a time. I couldn't stay out drinking all night and parties were never really my thing. Not to mention the slow realization that my problem with intimacy had more to do with the female sex of my partner than anything else. Once the boobs were replaced with nice hard cocks, I suddenly understood what was so great about kissing and sex. I never wanted to go back, ever, even for my childhood sweetheart. There just was no longer any appeal for me in a relationship with a partner who had the wrong bits.

Ginny was miffed at me when she found out. She had been the one to break up with me, but she'd assumed that a week or so of separation would wrench me out of my funk and make me realize how much I needed her. She had no idea that it would give me the excuse I needed to play out some of the naughty gay fantasies that had been coming to the forefront of my queer brain. No one could've predicted that one kiss from the right gender would have me melting and wondering why I'd ever tried kissing a witch. I couldn't go back and un-kiss him, any more than I could make myself want Ginny back, but that was all years ago. Now we were friends again and I had Teddy.

Actually, I had Andromeda, Teddy's grandmother too. Teddy lived with Dromeda for three years, only visiting me on weekends. That all changed one scary day when she had a sudden stroke. A very brave three-year-old Teddy had saved his grandmother's life by flooing for help. He'd come to live with me that night and a month later, when she was released from St. Mungo's, Dromeda did too. There was a lot magic could do towards healing someone, but there were some things even magic couldn't fix, such as brain damage. She was still all there, her memories and personality firmly intact, which Teddy and I were grateful for, but she had mobility issues. Kreacher handled most of the tasks she needed help with, but she wasn't up to living by herself or taking care of a young boy. I had plenty of room at Grimmauld Place, so the three of us had formed a cozy little family unit. I would love a larger family, but at least I had Teddy and Dromeda and now it seemed Teddy's dance lessons were to be part of our lives.

Ron, Rose, Teddy, and I got our first glimpse of the Malfoy family before class started. There were four of them, all blond and pointy-faced. Draco had a toddler on his hip and was holding the hand of a child about Rose's age who was wearing the leotard, pink tights, and Ballet slippers required for class, along with a bun in the apparently long hair. Draco didn't even glace our way, instead his attention focused on the slightly older child skipping along beside him. This child was about an inch taller than the other and had what appeared to be a thin French braid running around the front of her hairline like a headband, while the rest of her shoulder length hair fell in loose curls. I was guessing it was a girl by the hair style, because the baggy pants, plain shirt, and sneakers were the same as the ones Teddy was wearing for the Hip-Hop class.

The older Malfoy child skipped into one of the open doors, waving Draco off cheerfully, before joining a growing mass of similarly dressed school-aged children in the first studio. Draco looked after his oldest, pausing in the doorway a moment, probably to verify that the dance teacher was indeed inside and supervising, before he continued on to the second studio with his other two children.

I took Draco's place at the door to the first studio with Teddy at my side. "Well I guess this is us," I said.

Teddy nodded, glanced up at me, and replied, "Yeah. See ya Harry."

"Don't you want me to go with you? It looks like the parents are allowed to sit and watch over there." I pointed to the benches where a dozen or so parents were perched, watching children run around the wooden floor.

"No, I'll be fine. Besides, Uncle Ron said he needs you to hold his hand, 'member?" Teddy asked mischievously.

"Alright, but if you need us, we'll just be in the other studio," I said, Teddy dashing away before I got the last half out.

I turned back to the hall, where I saw Ron wearily eyeing the door to the other studio, five-year-old Rose holding his hand for support.

"You can do this Daddy, Mummy said so," Rose encouraged.

"You really want to be a Ballerina then?" Ron asked, clearly hoping for a last minute cop out on his daughter's part.

"Oh yes, Daddy! Ever so much!" Rose exclaimed, eyeing excitedly the room of children lined up in neat rows. She had a twinkle in her blue eyes reminiscent of the look Hermione got when faced with a library full of unread books.

"Come on Daddy, get a move on. All of the seats are already taken," I complained, pushing Ron on the shoulder to indicate he should enter the Ballet studio.

The teacher in this room was already starting class and motioned for Rose to come join them. Ron and I made our way towards the parents' area, figuring we'd be stuck standing the entire time, but to our surprise, Draco got up with the toddler Malfoy and motioned for us to take his seat. I was in the process of refusing, both on the grounds that Draco had gotten there first and that Draco had a child, but he just shook his head and left the studio. Ron took the now open seat as I watched Draco go. The door was open and I could see Draco stop at the reception desk before eventually disappearing in the direction of the exit.

When I finally turned back to Ron, he motioned with his chin towards the narrow gap between him and the overweight mother seated on the other end of the bench. I sighed, squeezed in, and began to watch Rose's first Ballet class. It was the beginning of the quarter, so there were two other little girls starting today for the first time as well, but the rest of the children, including the little Malfoy, were repeat students. The ten or so returning students knew the warmup routine so well, I guessed they'd been in the tiny-tot class the year before. The teacher knew those students well too, calling them each by name, which was how I learned that the middle Malfoy child's first name was Cepheus.

"I thought Cepheus Malfoy was a boy. It sounds like a boy's name. Isn't one of the Malfoy children a boy?" Ron asked, muttering quietly into my ear so as not to disturb the entire class.

"I thought so too, but maybe it's the baby," I replied.

"The baby's wearing a purple sparkly stretchy thing," Ron returned.

I shrugged, not having noticed how Draco had dressed his toddler. "Wizards like purple."

Ron nodded at that. "But glitter on a boy? And those pigtails?"

I shrugged again. "At least Malfoy didn't stay. Here you were all worried about being stuck alone with him and he gave up his seat for you," I said.

The overweight mother sitting next to me leaned forward then and interjected, "Malfoy never stays. Equuleus cries."

"Equuleus?" Ron asked with a snort. "Cepheus and Equuleus, Merlin and I thought Draco was bad."

I didn't mention that Draco would probably have an equally low opinion of the names Ron and Hermione had chosen. I liked the name Rose, but I'd hoped they'd change their mind about naming the baby Hugo. Unfortunately it was now too late, so I was determined to keep my mouth shut about my dislike for the name.

"With names like that, how are we supposed to tell if they are girls or boys?" Ron whispered.

I shrugged again, mostly because this was a public place and as the Hero of the Wizarding World, anything I said would probably end up in the morning paper. I did not need to be quoted saying anything anti-Pureblood. Ron did that enough for the both of us, but at least he was a Pureblood, so he was allowed to talk. As a Half-blood, I liked to watch what I said about Pureblood culture, including their choice in names.

There was a short break in the Dance class as the dozen or so children were sent scurrying towards the parents and the hall water fountain for a drink. Rose ran straight to Ron and tugged at the sleeve of his robe. He promptly conjured a goblet and filled it with water, before handing it over. Rose drank deeply, splashing water on the floor and all down the front of her leotard, before handing it back.

Meanwhile the Malfoy child approached me with a polite, "Excuse me," before bending and picking up an unnoticed metal flask from under our bench. Cepheus drank neatly, returned the flask, and resumed position standing on the dance floor.

Rose glanced over her shoulder to see Cepheus go, noticing that the other children were returning as well. "Daddy, you weren't watching me. You're 'posed to watch me," she whined.

"I was watching Rosie," Ron reassured.

"No, you were talking to Uncle Harry. I saw you," Rose complained.

"Alright, no more talking, only watching, now you better go," Ron said, motioning towards the dance teacher who was waiting for the last few children to return.

Rose took one last gulp of water and thrust the cup back towards Ron, who set it on the floor for later.

Ron spent the remainder of the class astutely watching little Rose, waving every time he caught her glancing at him. I waved too, wondering how much longer she would be in this phase before she ventured into the, "Don't embarrass me," phase Teddy was in. Hermione was of the opinion that Teddy had entered the phase earlier than normal, possibly due to all of the attention of being the Savior's adopted son and the biological son of a pair of martyred war heroes.

After class the mad dash for water was repeated, with Rose hitting up Ron and Cepheus retrieving the flask from under our bench. Draco reentered the room, toddler still on hip, and handed his middle child a small stack of cards. The returning students seemed to know what the cards were and dashed over to grab theirs from Cepheus, before allowing their parents to cart them away. The other two new students were already on their way out the door with their parents, so Cepheus took off running after them, making sure they received their cards.

"If you would be so kind to wait for my son to return, he has a card for Miss Weasley," Draco said in our general direction, summoning the metal flask with his wand and tucking it away in a nappy bag he wore slung over one shoulder.

"Your son?" Ron asked in disbelief. He looked from Draco, to Cepheus, and then back to Draco. "Surely not that one?"

"Erm, I take it Cepheus is your son?" I hedged, slightly more delicately.

Draco looked at each of us then, making eye contact for the first time that day. "Yes, he is," he said proudly. "But surely you two figured out that he was mine from the resemblance and the fact that he arrived here with me." Draco leveled a disapproving glare at me and Ron, daring us to say something.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you would dress your son up like a girl!" Ron said incredulously.

"I let my son dress himself. He had his choice of the two outfits approved for this class and he wanted to wear the one that all of the other children wear. I see you dressed your daughter the same," Draco said snootily.

"Yeah, because she's a girl," Ron stated the obvious, in a manner that was at the very least mildly offensive, even to me and it wasn't my child he was saying it about. As a gay wizard I had been embraced by gay wizarding society and now knew that included men who liked to dress in women's clothing. Such a preference, I was told, sometimes started in early childhood, which was what I figured was going on here. This was unexpected, especially of Draco Malfoy's son, but I at least was willing to embrace it.

"I take it then that your anti-Pureblood stance applies only to the aspects of Pureblood culture I support. I am sure you will soon announce a need to revert to the old ways of strictly enforcing gender stereotypes. You'll be the perfect spokesperson for the campaign to outlaw crossdressing in children under the age of five," Draco said to Ron with a sneer of disdain.

Ron was stunned speechless at the accusation. I was about to insist that I wouldn't allow Ron to do any such thing, but Cepheus came running back over in his leotard and Ballet slippers, excitedly holding the last card out to Rose. "Can you come to our manor for a playdate? Father lets us have a dance party on the third Saturday of every month! It's so much fun you have to come and I have a new tutu to show you! It's pink and sparkly and makes me look like a fairy princess!" Cepheus exclaimed happily.

Ron started to speak, but I stepped on his toe to shut him up. Somehow I didn't think my best friend could manage to make the observation that the Malfoy child already looked like a fairy princess not come off insulting. "I am sure it is lovely and that Hermione would agree that a playdate is a wonderful idea," I said, eyeing Ron sternly, hoping that he'd get the message.

"Oh I'm sure, if the two of them are not too busy getting a divorce once they realize that I support Wizard/Muggleborn unions. I even teach my children that they are free to marry Muggles when they grow up. Given Weasley's insistence on doing the opposite of whatever I do, I suspect his marriage will not last much longer," Draco said with a wicked smirk.

"I don't think Ron will continue down such a stupidly destructive track," I interceded.

Ron finished his opened mouthed gaping, stiffened, and replied, "I don't have a problem with marrying Muggles, I was just a little surprised to learn that you support whatever it is that is happening here." He gestured towards Cepheus.

"In my house, we call it fashion," Draco supplied to Ron, before leaning down towards the children, interrupting Cepheus, who was still eagerly chatting Rose up about dresses and Ballet. "Just the same, Rose darling, would you mind asking your mummy to bring you to the playdate? I'm afraid your daddy doesn't know how to dance and I do not believe we have a tutu in his size. We wouldn't want him to feel left out by not letting him wear a tutu."

Rose and I giggled at that. She too was probably picturing Ron wearing a tutu.

"What about Uncle Harry?" Rose asked.

"Oh he's fine. He can borrow one of my old tutus if he doesn't have one of his own," Draco answered.

"You have a tutu?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, but if you would excuse me, I am missing Aquila and the Father and Me class is about to start in the other room," Draco replied, grabbing Cepheus' hand and looking down at the child. "Do you have all of your things?" Cepheus held out a wrist complete with sparkling beaded bracelet and nodded his head. "Good, come along."

The Malfoys left, heading towards the other studio. There was another Ballet class already gathered in this studio; a larger number of older girls, with fewer parents. I looked around, thinking that Teddy might have come in to find us when his class ended, but he was nowhere in sight.

"I need to find Teddy. He's probably still back in the other room," I said to Ron.

Ron nodded and motioned for me to go ahead, while he gathered Rose's things. Apparently the child had flung off her Ballet slippers and pulled her thick curly red hair out of the bun holder, not to mention the drinking glass that still needed to be vanished.

I searched for Teddy in the now crowded hallway, before forcing my way into the first studio to look for him. He was indeed there, running around with the oldest Malfoy child, who I was now even less certain was a female. But the fact that Teddy had apparently made such fast friends with a Malfoy and forgotten about me utterly paled in comparison to the other sight in the room: Draco Malfoy was sitting cross legged with the youngest Malfoy in his lap. He and a number of mothers with young children were lined up on the floor, ready to start the Mommy and Me class. This time the people sitting on the benches at the side of the room were all older children, including Cepheus, who was quietly drinking once more from the metal flask and pawing through the nappy bag.

"Teddy," I called, trying not to be too loud and draw attention to myself, but also trying to be loud enough for him to hear me over the noise of the crowd.

"Harry!" Teddy exclaimed, running towards me with the oldest Malfoy child at his heals. Teddy was a good three inches taller than his new friend and they were both sweaty from their hour long dance workout. "Aquila invited me over for a playdate! I can go, right?" Teddy asked, excitedly holding up a card identical to the one Cepheus had given Rose.

"We will have to check with your gran. It's on a Saturday and you know how she likes to spend time with you," I replied. Dromeda and I split duties when it came to taking care of Teddy. I picked him up from the Burrow after work, she helped him with his homework, I handled bath time, and we shared story time. Weekends though were less regular. Sometimes we all stayed home, sometimes we all went to the Burrow, and other times one or the other of us would take Teddy with us somewhere. We worked as a team to raise him and it usually went smoothly, in large part due to the fact that we always cleared plans with the other before committing.

"She can come too! My Grandmother will be there," Aquila supplied.

"I will ask your dad about it," I replied noncommittedly to the Malfoy child. The invite was for Teddy, not Dromeda and there was history between her and the Malfoys.

"Please Harry? I really want to go," Teddy wheedled, turning his eyes green and making them larger.

"We'll see, but we must be going," I replied, eyeing the hallway where Ron was now waiting with Rose.

"When you come, remember to bring something you can dance in and something you can eat and play in. This group can normally find something that works for both, but my brother's Ballet friends always come in those dorky frilly bathing suits that they can't run around in," Aquila added. Apparently this Malfoy wasn't into Ballet or leotards, which might explain why he/she was in the Hip-Hop class.

"Thanks for the warning; I'll be sure to pass it along," I said.

Teddy and I exited the studio then, but Ron made no move to exit the building. Instead he motioned me to the side of the door, allowing the other parents to enter, exit, and generally block us from view of the dancers inside.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Rose is in the bathroom, so I'm spying on Malfoy. Look at him, he's the only dad in the Mommy and Me class," Ron answered.

"Well you were the only dad in Rose's Ballet class," I replied.

"That's different. Why isn't his wife here doing the Mommy and Me class with the kid? Why is it that he takes the kids to Dance class and not her?" Ron asked, probably thinking that Malfoy's wife would be more tolerable, even though none of us had ever met her.

I shrugged. "Maybe for the same reason you are taking Rose: his wife works."

"That's right, she's a famous Healer, isn't she?"

"I believe so…" In truth, I knew for a fact that Draco's wife was a world renowned Healer, but I didn't want to give away that my obsession with the wizard hadn't ended after Hogwarts. I frequently wondered how it was she held down a full-time job in Switzerland while living in Wiltshire; she must be a powerful witch to apparate that far every day and still be in top form to practice medicine, but again I dare not voice my curiosity.

Ron shrugged. "Well anyway, now we know why he's dressed like that." He nudged his chin in Draco's direction.

I try not to look at men when I have Teddy around, especially hot men, like Draco Malfoy. I glanced now and took in the black stretchy fabric as it moved with his body as he and the littlest Malfoy did their stretches. They were bending down to touch their toes, which put Draco's arse on display for me to ogle. His toddler was bent down too, but she was squatting to touch her toes. Again I was guessing on the sex, but figured Ron was probably right about this one being a girl, because her hair was in two short braided pigtails and she wore a sparkly purple stretchy outfit with ruffles on the bum.

"Yeah, I'm surprised he's not trying to dance in dress robes," I added as Rose finally came out of the loo.

"Well this was fun, but we better get home before dinner gets cold," Ron said, taking Rose's hand.

I agreed and we were off to the nearest floo connection in the lobby.

Author's Note: I'm trying to go a different route than my usual story with this one, which is a large part of why it has taken me so long to get this one into shape and out to you. Right now I have 13 or so chapters planned. You can expect a lot of fluff in the beginning as the relationship builds, as well as a dramatic ending. Updates will be about once per week. Please let me know what you think so far!