Hi,

I know I said that the last chapter was going to be the end, but I just couldn't leave it there. So, here is the

Epilogue

10 years later

Draco struggled a wrestling child into her chair. Caitlin could be so difficult at times. Her ebony black hair whipped across Draco's hands furiously as Caitlin shook her head forcibly from side to side.

"I DON'T WANT TO GO!" Shouted Draco's insistent daughter. He was very much reminded by her stubbornness of a young Harry, or perhaps himself.

"Caitlin, there's going to be scouts there. We want to be there for Cass if anything happens. Now, be a good girl and sit down for breakfast."

"NO! Why would I want to go anyway? It's not like Cass is anything special!" Caitlin cried, but she sat in her chair anyway.

Draco turned his back when he had released her and smiled. Cass was good on a broom. Very good. He had improved dramatically since his early years and now he was playing for an under sixteens' team at Quidditch. Caitlin was being stubborn however because her younger brother had broken her broom a month or so before, and no shop stocked the Lightening Bolt 360 at the moment. It was, as she had previously reminded them, a brilliant broom. Draco grimaced as he also remembered the brilliant price tag.

As Caitlin moodily ate some cereal, Draco looked at his daughter. She was eight years old now but there was no denying she would be as good as Cass at Quidditch. Perhaps even better. Draco sighed. It had been Mattie who was the expert on the broomstick before Cass had plunged himself into the sport. They would never know if Mattie would have been just as excited as the older boy was today. Boy? No, he was a young man now. As strong and fit as Caitlin was artistic and stubborn. It still stung Draco and Harry, however, when they only saw one twin in the sky instead of God's intended two.

At that moment, Cass dropped into the kitchen, his broom in hand. Caitlin had her back turned to the door and Cass, very carefully and quietly, placed the broomstick to one side so that his broken-hearted little sister wouldn't have to have it rubbed in her face. Draco nodded at him proudly, and Cass silently grinned back. Surprisingly, his grin resembled Harry's so much more than any other child. Harry often told Draco how odd he found this, since Cass had been attached to Draco at the hip since his father's return to their lives.

Cass sat at the table, opposite Caitlin, and grinned feebly at her. She looked up from her bowl and gave him a quick smile back.

She sighed, and said in a bored voice, "It's not you're fault she's broke."

"She?" Draco enquired from behind his coffee cup.

Cass supplied, "There're always shes' Dad."

"Well, it isn't." Pondered Caitlin, pouting her full red lips. She turned her head at some oncoming footsteps. "It's his!"

The kitchen turned to see a young boy stood in the doorway. His hair was as blonde as it could possibly be, but stood up on all angles. Dirt had already crept onto his face, and a cheeky smile hung from his lips. Even his marvelous green eyes smiled.

The young lad was wearing what used to be a white T-shirt underneath some denim dungarees. The knees of the clothing and his elbows were caked with dirt. Draco didn't even want to see the child's hands and the soles of his bare feet.

"I didn't." Smiled Lexi from the doorway, although his eyes and smile stated plainly that yes, he did break the broomstick and yes, he would do it again.

"It's not fair," Complained Caitlin loudly as the young child padded into the kitchen and settled onto a chair, with difficulty. "He's what? Five? And he gets to do whatever he wants. I only want a broom! Jus a replacement!"

Draco warned her with a glance. "You get an O in your flying lessons at school yet?"

"I'm working on it! I've got an exam tonight, at five! Honestly!"

"Well, when we can trust you, then you can get a replacement."

Caitlin pointed an accusing finger at Lexi, "But he did it!"

"You gave it to him."

"To look at!"

"Alexander is five years old, you honestly thought he wasn't going to play with it?"

"Some kids are well behaved!"

"Oh, and you are," A smooth voice from the doorway called. A younger looking Harry stood there and for a moment Draco was about to let that name roll off his lips. A quick mind adjustment however, and he changed his wording. "Jayden…"

"Well, she's stupid for giving it to him."

Caitlin stood up. "You always baby the baby!"

"Oh, go paint you little brush!" Remarked Jayden as he took a swig from the fruit juice on the table.

"Fine! I will!" Caitlin shouted as she raced upstairs.

Everybody's eyes turned to Jayden. "Ah, quit it. She'll calm down. She always does. Hey Dad, can I go to the Weasley's after the match?"

"I'll give you a ride, I'm going there too." Cass piped up.

"Caitlin scary," Lexi said, although everyone knew he wasn't scared of her at all.

Jayden picked his up and swung him around. "You are such a baby!" He laughed.

Draco flicked his head to the side, "Why are you off to their house?" He questioned Cass.

Cass blushed, "You didn't ask Jayden." He murmured.

Everybody had suspected that something was going on between Angelica Weasley and Cass, but no one ever pointed it out openly. Cass was, had always been, a very shy person, and the fact that his parents knew of the ongoing relationship he had with angel didn't soothe him in the least.

"No! Papa, tell him I'm not baby! Tell him, tell him!" Lexi broke Draco's and Cass's eye contact.

Before Draco could reply, a voice chirped from the doorway, "Honey, you'll always be the baby."

Draco turned to see his husband, dressed in a clean green shirt and some jeans. Harry smiled, and looked up to give Draco a morning kiss. Lexi made a face.

"Why do you always do that?" Lexi protested.

"What this?" Harry said as he kissed Draco softly again.

"My eyes!" Cass cried sarcastically, as he cleared his plate away.

Harry and Draco pulled apart, but the room was already empty and the only proof children had been there was the unwashed bowls at the sink and the muddy footprints on the floor. Draco swooped back down for another intense kiss, and Harry muttered against his husband's mouth.

"We can't."

Draco pushed him into the counter, so Harry's back collided softly with the wood. This gave Draco his much wished for advantage as he captured Harry's mouth again, cornering him.

"Yeah we can."

"No," Harry tried half-heartedly to push away his horny lover, "They're only upstairs, and the whole bunch will be down in a minuet."

Draco sucked on Harry's pulse point, "So? Just cast the spell to hologram the kitchen."

"But-"

"We've done it before," Draco pulled back to look into Harry's eyes, "I want you."

Harry felt his knees buckle, he leaned his forehead against Draco's. "Don't say it like that."

"You don't want me?"

"Of course I want you. But don't you think the hologram is a bit old now? Cass is nearly old enough to be using it himself."

Draco pondered this. "Fine," He said as footsteps thundered from the stairs, "But when we the kids are out tonight, your arse is mine."

Harry smiled as he hugged his husband, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They shared a long, slow kiss to seal the deal before a shriek shout from Lexi interrupted them.

"You guys! They're doing it again!"