Chapter Twenty-Seven:
100 Years
A/N: Read, Review, Enjoy!! I've had such a great time writing this, I am so happy with all of my reviewers!! Sorry...this chapter will be short! =(
I apologize if you don't like MPREG, but at least it's only implied.
100 Years - Five For Fighting
I'm 15 for a moment/Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming/Counting the ways to where you are.
I'm 22 for a moment/And she feels better than ever
And we're on fire/Making our way back from Marrs
15, there's still time for you/Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this/When you only got 100 years to live.
I'm 33 for a moment/I'm still the man, but you see, I'm a "they"
A kid on the awy, babe,/A family on my mind.
I'm 45 for a moment/The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis/Chasing the years of my life.
15, there's still time for you/Time to buy and time to lose yourself within a morning star
15, I'm all right with you/15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live.
Harry felt safe and warm, he smiled gently and snuggled closer into his husband. It was a Sunday, which was usually his least favourite day of the week. It meant work at the Ministry the next day, he was the Head Auror, and it also meant that they had to entertain the entire Weasley family for dinner - as was tradition.
Draco hummed happily and cuddled tighter to the brunette. "Mmm...do we have to get up?" he whispered against Harry's cheek.
Pulling slightly away to look down at his husband, Harry smiled brightly. Waking up beside him everyday of his life was something he could never have dreamed of. Harry surveyed Draco's face; beautiful, angelic, His.
"No, love. I think we should stay in bed all day today," Harry nodded in agreement, bringing their lips together softly. As soon as they kissed, Draco's tongue flickered out across those dry lips so familiar by now over the years.
"Mmm..." Draco groaned and quickly flipped Harry onto his back, stradling him and smirking devilishly down as his extremely long platinum hair fell around his face.
"You look like a girl," Harry sniggered.
Draco pouted immediately, crossing his arms and sitting straight up, "I do not," he scowled venomously as Harry continued sniggering.
"A very pretty girl," he bargained, but Draco merely stuck out his tongue. "Hah, and hear I thought grown men don't stick out their tongues,"
"Well, you do not know much about grown men do you Potter? Seeing as you seem to believe I look like a woman whereas I am so quite obviously a man," Draco huffed angrily, but as Harry swiftly lifted up his torso and crashed his lips hungrily to Draco's, the blonde immediately quieted himself and bent back down to heatedly kiss his husband.
"Yuck!"
"Father, get the bloody hell off of our Dad!"
"Urgh...what a great way to start the day,"
"Not even nine in the morning, at that!"
"Gross,"
"Just sickening!"
"Both of you shut it!" Harry snapped playfully as Draco scowled and reluctantly climbed off of his lover and stood up to do a cat stretch. "You sound exactly like Uncle Fred and Uncle George," he teased as his twin sons stuck their tongues out at them both.
There they stood, the pride and joy of Draco and Harry's life together. They were twelve years old now and entering Second Year into Hogwarts. Their train was due to leave that day, it was September First already. This time, however, they were taking their younger sister with them.
"We do not sound like some common Weasel,"
"What did I say about calling them that?" Harry growled as Draco smirked proudly of his sons, oh they were so much like him...but so much like Harry too.
"Don't,"
"But Father does it all the time!"
Harry rolled his eyes and turned a sharp glare to Draco, the one their children referred to as 'Father'. "See what you've done, Drac? I hope you're happy,"
"Could not ask for anything more, love,"
"Ew...would you guys cut it out already?"
"I don't wanna be sick before breakfast, and are you gonna come down or what! We have to drive there, remember?!"
"I hate driving," Harry mumbled, being the only one with a license he was always the driver. And he despised it, he would much prefer Flooing places but you couldn't when it came to Kings Cross.
Draco was smirking at the entire situation. His husband sitting wearily in bed, his messy mop of raven hair ontop of his head and those same stupid old round glasses with his emerald eyes emenating brilliantly from beneath them. And on his neck was a silver key and a Celtic Love Knot, something he had never taken off. Just like his Malfoy signet ring along with his wedding band. Draco never took off his necklace or ring either.
The blonde turned to survey his twin sons; thin raven hair and large grey eyes, they were slender but still fit and stood only a foot shorter than their parents at only twelve. They were intelligent but much like the Weasley twins, havoc wreckers. Harry and Draco had almost pled insanity whilst raising them over the years, but it was worth every mind-snapping moment to see them grown up.
"Race you to the dining room!"
"You bet!"
And with that the twins were off down the hall. "Nathaniel! Eridanus! No running down the stairs!" Harry yelped after them, rolling his eyes knowing they didn't hear a word. Sighing he heaved himself reluctantly out of bed and got ready for the day with Draco at his side.
"You know, they never really listen. Remember when Eridanus pushed Jade down 'by accident'? Like hell it was by accident," Draco huffed with a smirk. He really did love his children to no end, they were the most amusing of sorts. All mix-matched up, a perfect combination of him and Harry.
They were snobbish one minute, down to Earth the next. Tempermental, calm, cool, innocent, brave, cunning, arrogant, stuck-up, righteaous, caring...all three of them had bits and pieces of their parents. But the twins, yes the twins were most definitely more like Draco, why else had they been indefinitely sorted into Slytherin?
Harry was secretly hoping that Jade would be sorted into Gryffindor, considering how much she's like him in comparison to the others. She was quieter, kept to herself and read her books in her room. She was only eleven and just beginning to come forward with her personality, but it was easy to see how much she was like her famous Dad.
Once the four males of the house had finished getting ready and the two boys had their trunks loaded into their black vehicle outside of the Malfoy Manor, Harry asked them to retrieve Jade. They came down with screwed up faces. "She said she won't come down, that she doesn't wanna go,"
"What a wanker," Nathaniel huffed, looking over at Eridanus who was grinning and looking impishly at the front door.
"Race you to the car!"
"Boys! Stop running!" Harry screamed again, but as per usual they did not listen. "Draco, will you ever intervene?"
"Never ever. Not with those boys, love, they are doing things just fine the way they are," Draco smirked, "Now what do you think is wrong with Jade? Do you really think she is that nervous?" he asked with concern. When it came to Jade, Draco was tender and sweet unlike what he was like with the boys.
Harry was more down to Earth with Jade, and definitely harsher on the boys. He knew they were going to be real big trouble someday or another. "Probably, I'll go talk to her you go and get the car ready," he instructed lightly before quickly kissing Draco on the lips.
Up in Jade's private Wing, Harry knocked softly on her door. "Jade, sweetie? Are you in there?' he called softly.
"I'm not coming out!" Came the immediate response.
"Jade, please let me in. It's just me, just Daddy," Harry's voice was dripping with sincerity and as always, slowly the door clicked open automatically and there sat Jade on her bed made for a Princess.
Harry smiled ever so lovingly at her. Her thick long platinum hair that fell perfectly around her pointed face, her darker toned skin and slitted emerald eyes. Harry's eyes. She had to wear glasses, but hers were thin and shaped like cat eyes. Harry tiptoed over to her side and kneeled before her, she looked up through weary eyes. She seemed so much more mature than her brothers already, a lot like Harry at her age.
Her palms were sweaty as she had been wringing her hands together nervously. "Daddy...what if I get into Slytherin? I don't think I'd like that very much," she sighed.
"Y'know you could always ask the hat not to put you there," Harry suggested.
"Y-you can do that?"
"That's what I did to avoid being in Slytherin," Harry winked with a small chuckle at her incredulous face. "Hey, I had to have some Slytherin in me to marry a Malfoy of all people,"
"Pfft, I guess so," Jade giggled at the thought of it. She loved her parents. Despite the news propaganda that occurred every once and awhile, despite their genders or their famous last names, she loved them for who they were. Most of all she loved them for loving her so much.
"Now c'mon! Auntie Hermione and Uncle Ron'll be there waiting for us!"
"Why are they there? Their kids aren't old enough yet..."
"Oh, Drac and some old friends are going out to lunch afterwards is all. Catching up," Harry smiled and then reassuringly held onto his daughters hand. His beautiful daughter who would definitely have all the straight boys in Hogwarts running after her, if it weren't for her looks, wealth, fame, and kind heart. "C'mon sweetie, we're leaving and I promise you'll love it," and when Jade finally looked at her Dad's eyes she felt all of her reassurance climb back into her.
Hand-in-hand, Dad and Daughter walked down to their packed car to make the journey to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
It was crowded as always. Hermione and Ron were looking nervously on at the onslaught of the new generation of Hogwarts students. The gleaming red familiar train stood in the waiting as Harry's kids were hugging and kissing their goodbyes. "Mail us, tonight! Don't forget!" Harry called after them, the twins quickly ran off into the train with mischevious grins on their face.
"Mate...those kids terrify me sometimes," Ron shivered as he looked after them as well, his hands in his pockets as Hermione's arm was linked with his. They had five children at home, being watched by Molly currently, and the oldest was nine years old.
"Oh you haven't any idea until you've lived with them...sometimes I'm afraid to sleep," Harry admitted with a grin and wink, Draco's arm slung lazily around his shoulders.
Jade was still holding onto Harry's hand, almost refusing to let go. Harry knelt down on one knee and looked up at her softly and stroked her cheek. "Jade, hunny, you've gotta get on the train now. I promise it won't be long till you see us again. We'll visit for a couple days for Thanksgiving," Harry promised.
"We love you Jade," Draco said softly, his hand resting on her shoulder.
She cast weary looks between her parents before nodding ever so slightly and hugging them both goodbye before taking off to the train, trembling with nerves. "Do you think she'll be alright?" Harry asked worriedly after her, Draco put his hand on her lower back.
"Of course, love, she always is. She is strong, she just does not like to admit it," Draco promised. At that moment, a voice sounded from behind them.
"How did those kids grow up so fast?" Asked Remus Lupin with a strange smile on his face, his hand linked with Severus' who looked less than pleased with a scowl as he regarded his four former students with a curt nod.
"Why so cold, Sev?" Harry asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Do you really think I wanted to spend my Sunday before school starts again with the four of you?" he scowled again, but Harry couldn't help but smile in return. He knew Sev well enough by now that he didn't mean a word of what he said.
"Alright then, we all ready to go then?" Hermione asked, being back on the Platform made her too nostalgic of their school days together...oh how much she missed them. That's why she was applying for the Transfiguration Professor when McGonagall retired in a few years time.
"Ready to do," Harry nodded in agreement as the three couples started out of Kings Cross, all holding hands with one another ignoring the many strange and inquiring looks they got from Wizard and Muggle alike.
"Aw, look how cute we all must be!" Draco squeed sarcastically.
"Urgh, do not sicken me Draconis," Severus groaned.
"I do not know if you have noticed yet, but you are attached to a werewolf. I do believe it is difficult to sicken you," Draco sneered.
"Boys, stop it," Hermione warned.
"What are you, our Mother?" Ron and Harry chuckled in unison as they walked out onto the London streets with Hermione rolling her eyes.
As they all walked towards their destination, a small cafe near the Ministry not too far from King's Cross, Draco turned towards Harry and bent down to whisper in his ear.
"I have never been happier, my love,"
Harry looked up at him with a gleaming smile.
"Me neither, love, me neither,"
Half time goes by/Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye/67 is gone
The sun is getting high/We're moving on.
I'm 99 for a moment/I'm dying just another moment
And I'm just dreaming/Counting the ways to where you are.
15, there's still time for you/22, I feel her too
33, you're on your way/Everyday's a new day
15, there's still time for you/Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live.