Follow Up

A/N: I'm sure a lot of you are eagerly awaiting a sequel to this fic. Unfortunately, I have been rather caught up in my day-to-day life lately, and have not been able to work on it. I can guarantee quite a few things, for you now, though! The next installment shall have TONS of smutt, WAFF, and angst. Here is a preview of the first chapter for all of you who have been patiently waiting for it (actually, it's the entire first chapter, with the smutt carefully edited out, in order to follow FF's guidelines).

Just as Harry and Draco had drifted to sleep in each other's arms, a wail came from the room next to theirs, where their children had recently taken up residence. Draco jerked awake first. Sighing softly, he tried to slip inconspicuously from under Harry, but had forgotten that Harry had yet to withdraw from him, which led to more stumbling about than it was worth.

Frustrated, Draco shook Harry awake. "Rebecca's crying again," he whispered when Harry blinked blearily awake.

Harry shrugged and rolled over, and in seconds, he was snoring again. Draco rolled his eyes and staggered, half-asleep, from the room, sheets draped around his hips to hide his nudity.

The door to Rebecca's temporary room swung open slowly and Draco crept his way in silently. His silent attempt to steal into the room was quickly thrown out the window when Rebecca screamed once more. "Daddy! Daddy!"

Draco rubbed his face tiredly, then walked over to Rebecca's bed silently and plopped down beside her tiny form, a lump beneath the sheets, pulled up into a tight ball. "What is it, Becca?" He asked, placing a comforting hand over her trembling form in hopes that it would console her.

"The bad man!" Rebecca wailed. Draco sighed once more and collected the young girl into his arms.

"Shh," Draco comforted, rocking the child slightly. "It's okay now, Daddy's here. What did the bad man do this time?"

Draco was familiar with the dreams that his daughter was prone to. They had been happening since the young girl's second birthday. Draco had suspected that night that it had been too much birthday cake or the like, but it had been nearly three years since, and she still woke up in the middle of the night wailing.

"He hurted papa!" Rebecca cried, burying her face in Draco's shoulder. Draco sighed and closed his eyes. The young girl's dream had always been the same, but he had hoped that one day it would change.

"What did the bad man do to papa?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. They went through the same routine at least twice a week, and though it was quite repetitive and tiring, it seemed to comfort the young girl, so he continued to do it.

"He pointed his wand at papa and used a bad curse!" she wailed once more, and Draco rubbed her back and held her tight.

"What was the bad curse?" he asked, though he knew the answer to this one, too.

"The one that hurts. And papa fell over, and he wouldn't get up!" A few tears trailed down the five-year-old's face, though she seemed to be calming down slightly now.

"Do you want to sleep with me and papa again tonight?" Draco asked.

The young child nodded and rubbed her eyes sleepily with a curled up fist. Draco stood up with the young girl and all of her blankets held tightly in his arms and made his way carefully past scattered toys that seemed to throw themselves directly in his way to slow him down as he walked slowly towards the door. When he got there, he nearly ran smack into Harry's broad chest as Harry stood in the doorway.

Harry smirked softly and looked at the little girl who was bundled, already half-asleep, in Draco's arms, his face softening. "Bad dream?" he whispered, and Draco nodded.

"The same one," he said, his forehead creasing slightly in worry.

Harry nodded and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. He led him to their room and kicked the door open for them quickly so that Draco wouldn't have to wait long. Harry climbed into the bed while Draco waited at the side. When he was settled, he reached his arms out for Rebecca, and Draco handed her to him quickly. Harry settled her in between himself and Draco, and wrapped her up in a tight embrace on one side while Draco did the same on her other.

He smiled across the serene face of their daughter at Draco, and leaned over for a quick peck on the lips from his boyfriend before both drifted to sleep and didn't wake again until the morning.

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"Daddy, Papa, wake up!" Harry and Draco woke to two little children jumping up and down excitedly on their bed.

"Wha' time is it?" Harry slurred. Draco blearily glanced at the floating alarm clock by their bed and sighed.

"Nine," he mumbled, before rolling over and attempting to fall back asleep.

Harry groaned and rose from the bed. Everyone who knew Draco knew that he wasn't a morning person, and the jumping wasn't making him any happier.

"Come on, guys," Harry said after a long yawn and bout of stretching. "Let's go down to the kitchen and make daddy some breakfast, huh?"

Both children's eyes lit up and the jumped off the bed and raced down the stairs. Harry followed at a much slower pace.

When Harry entered the kitchen, the counter was already a mess of flour and milk, and he grinned softly while scratching his head and watching his daughter working excitedly she stirred a strange looking concoction in a large, plastic blue bowl. His son silently stood at his side, a blanket in one hand, dragging along the ground, and his thumb stuck in his mouth.

Andrew was small for his age, with unruly raven hair and soulful grey eyes that seemed to see everything and understand it all at once in a way that a normal five-year-old shouldn't be able to. Harry smiled softly in reminiscence as he bent over and picked up his son in one swoop with a loud, over-exaggerated grunt.

"So, kiddo, what do you think Becca's making for us this morning?" he asked as he carried his son over to the island that his daughter was working frantically at. He sat Andrew on one side of the island and stood in front of him to make sure he was safe, while carefully looking over Andrew's shoulder to watch Becca.

The blonde little girl was grinning madly as she finished stirring the white, sticky batter, her face already smudged with flour and her wispy, thin hair flying around everywhere. This was a usual morning ritual nowadays, because the five-year-old loved to cook. Though she didn't usually cook right at all, it wasn't something that a simple spell couldn't cure, so Harry and Draco let her have her way with the kitchen.

Becca gave one final stir, then smiled warmly up at Harry, her eyes completely glowing. "Pancakes!" she said, then jumped off the bar stool that she had been sitting on and walked over to the stove to wait for Harry to help her.

Andrew held his arms out for Harry to get him off the island, and when he was firmly standing on his own two feet, Harry smiled, grasped his hand, and led him over to the stove as well.

Harry grabbed the blue bowl from the island and quickly spelled it into real batter instead of the mess that Becca had conjured. Then he walked over to the stove and proceeded to show the children for at least the hundred-thousandth time in their lives, exactly how pancakes were made.

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Three hours later, Draco finally emerged from his and Harry's shared bedroom, his hair in disarray, his cheeks flushed and puffy from sleep, but looking very well rested. When he saw Harry and their children cuddled up on the couch in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons, his face broke into a splitting grin.

"What's for breakfast, you three?" he asked as he threw himself on the couch and made faces and tickled Andrew, who squirmed and smiled at Draco's silly antics.

"We already had breakfast, daddy," the normally quiet five-year-old answered. "You slepted too late. We ate it all."

Andrew stuck his tongue out at Draco, and Draco blinked in surprise. "You ate it all?" he asked in mock disbelief. "And you didn't wake me?"

Andrew smiled a childish, evil little smile, the said, "It wasn't me who at it all, silly. It was papa!"

Harry smirked at Draco and stuck his tongue out like Andrew had done previously. Draco snorted and wrapped his arms around his son, drawing Andrew into his lap so he could scoot closer to Harry, who was holding Becca in his lap similarly.

The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully. Harry and Draco snuck kisses and gropes while their children watched programs on the television or while they were gone from the room, either using the bathroom or gathering more toys to add to the growing collection that was gathering in the middle of their living room.

The toys had seemed to manifest themselves there sometime over the lazy summer, and neither Draco nor Harry had the hearts to make their kids take the toys back to their rooms, so they stayed, the pile growing bigger daily.

At one such opportunity, when both children were out of the room, Harry and Draco broke apart from a long, heated kiss. Draco cradled Harry's face tenderly in his hands, then pointed to the pile of children's toys in the middle of the room and said, "Those have got to go. We're losing our living room!"

Harry burst out laughing, and Draco glared at him sternly. "They're just kids, Draco," Harry said in apology, and Draco sighed.

"You're right, but that doesn't mean that I have to like the mess," Harry nodded in agreement, and they quickly went back to their heated snog.

"Oooooh," Harry and Draco broke apart swiftly, their lips red and swollen, and jerked their heads in the direction in which the noise had come from. There stood Becca, Andrew in tow, her arms stuffed with toys. Her green eyes were sparkling joyously, and she was grinning widely.

"Daddy and Papa, sitting in a tree! K-I-S….er…LMNOP! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby!" she crowed in a sing-song voice. "I want another brother," she stated boldly as she stepped into the room, dragging Andrew along behind her. "Brothers are fun."

Harry and Draco shared a smile before they pulled apart completely. "Maybe you'll get another brother some day," Harry said thoughtfully.

Draco just smirked to himself as he left the room.