Draco opened his eyes slowly, a sliver of sunlight slipping through the curtains hitting him right in the face and waking him up. He grumbled, tightening his arms around Harry's body, Harry protested, but was clearly still asleep.
He pressed a few kisses to the back of the slightly younger man's neck before carefully getting up, easing his arm out from under Harry. He pulled on a T-shirt and underwear, took care of his morning hygiene quickly in the bathroom, and slipped quietly out of the room.
He walked to James's room and found his little blond boy standing up in the crib, gripping the dark wooden bars. His platinum hair was even messier than Harry's, if that was even possible. James beamed, looking thrilled that someone was finally awake. The nine-month-old smiled wide, babbling something only he could understand, and Draco couldn't help smiling just as widely back at him.
"Hi, Bambi," he smiled, picking him up. "Shall we change that diaper?" he asked, and James laughed, he was a very giggly baby.
He did it quickly, putting a light outfit on his son, it was mid-June, after all. He picked him up again, feeling the boy rest his head on his shoulder, and Draco walked to Teddy's room. The toddler was tossing and turning in his bed, clearly still in the process of waking up.
"Hey, little man," he greeted the two-year-old, and Teddy turned toward him, awake, though his brain didn't seem to be working yet. "Shall we get up?" he asked the child.
"Up," Teddy requested, whining.
Draco laughed, setting James down, and the baby immediately crawled toward one of Teddy's toys. Draco picked Teddy up and took him to his bathroom, helping him with his morning hygiene and putting a light outfit on him as well. Then he gathered both babies in his arms, one on each side, before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
"What are my boys going to eat?" he asked, and James only tapped weakly on the counter while Teddy looked at him.
"Chocolate pancakes?" Teddy asked.
"You know Harry's the one who's good at that," Draco sighed, checking what Harry had in the cupboards. "Only if you want to try my attempt," he offered, and Teddy smiled.
James murmured something, and Draco looked at him, thinking he was trying to call him, but he repeated it, and Draco sighed, unsure whether the boy wanted his bottle or Harry.
"Your dad's still sleeping, Bambi, we need to let him rest," he explained, but James only stared at him with those big, round green eyes. "You're going to wait for your bottle," he said, sighing.
Kreacher's cooking was terrible, otherwise Draco would've asked him to handle breakfast. But Harry wouldn't be happy if he summoned Tipsy to Grimmauld Place just to cook for him and Teddy, so Draco started cooking, following the steps Harry always used. It was ironic how someone who wasn't good at Potions could cook so well, but Draco suspected it had everything to do with the way Harry cooked, never measuring, always eyeballing, tasting, adding or removing ingredients he thought would work better. Acting entirely on instinct, like he did with everything.
He tasted one of the pancakes and decided they were good, not even close to Harry's, but good enough. He served Teddy and heard footsteps on the stairs. He smiled at his boyfriend's hair, even messier than usual.
"Dada."
Draco froze at the sound of James's tiny voice, the baby clapping his hands while looking at Harry.
Harry froze too, his beautiful green eyes widening as he stared at their son, who was smiling brightly, clearly excited.
"What is it, Bambi?" Draco asked, wanting to hear it again.
"Dada," he repeated.
Harry finally moved, running to James, picking him up and covering his little face with kisses, making their boy laugh loudly. Draco smiled, he wished he had a camera, that would definitely be a memory he'd store in a Pensieve.
"My little boy's talking now, huh?" Harry asked, nuzzling his nose into James's blond hair. "And you, little man, did you sleep well?" he asked, approaching Teddy, who had been watching everything, and Teddy nodded.
Draco came closer, kissing James's chubby cheek a few times and running his fingers through the baby's hair, hair that would be just as unruly as Harry's, before pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's temple.
"I tried making pancakes," he informed him, and Harry looked at him, smiling wide and lifting his chin a little, silently asking for a kiss on the lips, which, of course, Draco gave him.
"Pancakes approved, Teddy?" Harry asked, and Draco turned, seeing the toddler with his mouth full.
Teddy nodded enthusiastically, and Draco smiled, leaving another kiss on James before stepping away to prepare a plate for Harry. He watched Harry place James back in his high chair, sitting between James and Teddy, and Draco handed him the plate before moving off to make the black coffee he'd learned Harry liked.
"Hmm, they are really good," Harry's voice sounded from behind him, and Draco looked back, smiling, feeling proud.
Draco often caught himself watching Harry with Teddy and James, searching for any moment in his life where he'd done something, anything, to deserve this, and he never found one.
Yes, James woke up crying in the middle of the night and he had to get up, change diapers, give him his bottle. And when it was colic, he and Harry spent hours without sleeping, worried, waiting for James's pain to pass.
Yes, sometimes he had to change Teddy's diaper, had to deal with the few little tantrums the toddler threw.
Yes, he had to deal with Harry's nightmares, with the episodes he had more often than Draco would ever admit.
And all of that while Draco dealt with his own nightmares and episodes. But even in those moments, he still wondered what he had done to deserve this.
A baby, James had been born nine months ago, and Draco still caught himself in disbelief that he had a son. A beautiful, perfect son, with short platinum messy hair, big green eyes, pale skin, a baby who had just spoken his first word.
Teddy, who never used words to ask to be held, he just lifted his arms, and his hair changed colors to match whoever he wanted to pick him up. Who watched Draco closely and asked him to tell a story before bed, just like Uncle Harry and Grandma Andy. Who hugged him when he fell asleep in Draco's arms.
Harry, who looked at him with those big round green eyes, who had a laugh that made Draco's heart race pathetically, who kissed him as though Draco deserved it, who held him whenever he needed, without him even having to ask.
Harry, who slept in his arms, who cooked for him, who got grumpy whenever Draco annoyed him, who wasn't afraid at all to point a finger in his face and yell when Draco did something stupid or prejudiced.
Harry, who gave himself willingly, body and soul, to Draco.
He didn't deserve any of it, but Harry had still given himself to him. And had given him James and Teddy.
Draco Malfoy wanted to spend every second of the rest of his life making that man happy. He was far too selfish to ever let him go, but he could make him the happiest man in the world.
He knew it was only a matter of time before he turned Harry James Potter, his boyfriend, into Harry James Potter-Malfoy, his husband.
He handed him his cup of coffee, placing a kiss on top of his soft, unruly hair and gently massaging his shoulders before stepping away and sitting on the other side of Teddy, grabbing a pancake for himself.
"What do you think about staying here all day, and at night we order a pizza?" Harry asked, as if Draco were even capable of saying no to him.
"Pizza!" Teddy said, raising his arms excitedly, and Draco laughed.
"Whatever my boys want," he said, reaching for his tea mug and taking a sip.
Harry smiled at him, and every time he smiled like that, Draco knew he wanted to put a ring on his finger.
They left the kitchen for the house-elf to clean. Harry picked James up, kissing his cheek and earning those adorable giggles he always made, and Draco helped Teddy down from the high stool. The little boy ran straight to the backyard.
Harry followed him, and of course Draco did too, smiling as he watched Harry sit in one of the outdoor chairs, settling James on his thigh, grinning at the baby.
"My little boy said his first word today," Harry said in a childish tone, and Draco smiled. "Yes, you, little guy," he said when James gave him a toothless smile, and he kissed his chubby cheek. "My beautiful, perfect little boy," he murmured, stroking one of James's arms. The baby squealed, thrilled with the attention he was getting from his father.
"Daco." Draco turned at the toddler's voice. Teddy's hair was platinum now. "I wan' fly," he said, and Draco smiled, bending down to pick him up.
"You want to fly?" he asked, and the little boy nodded eagerly. "Then let's go," he said, and Teddy broke into a huge grin. "Stay with Hazz while I get the things?" Draco asked, and Teddy nodded.
Harry opened his arm, and Teddy settled into his lap, lying against his chest and holding James's hand.
Draco quickly went to fetch his broom, summoning the sling he'd bought specifically so Teddy could fly safely with an adult, and returned to the yard. Teddy hopped off Harry's lap immediately, running as fast as his tiny legs allowed.
Draco secured Teddy in the sling and mounted the broom, flying only about a meter and a half off the ground, but it was enough to make Teddy scream with excitement. Draco flew slow laps, nothing fast, his eleven-year-old self would have laughed at him, but Teddy looked like he was having the time of his life, so that was all that mattered.
He only stopped when Harry signaled them to come back, and Teddy made a sound of displeasure, though even that didn't wipe the brilliant smile off his face.
"Di' you see how high I wen', Hazz?" Teddy asked once he'd been set down, running toward his godfather.
"I saw, little man," Harry said, smiling and messing up his hair, which had turned blue mid-flight. "But if you two want to keep doing that, my little man needs to use the potty, drink some water, and put on sunscreen." He rubbed James's back, the baby already looked like he was about to fall asleep in his arms.
"Want me to take him?" Draco asked, and Harry smiled, getting to his feet.
"That'd be good. I didn't want to end your fun, but it's sunny, and I don't want either of you getting burned," he said, rising on his toes to kiss Draco's lips, and Draco smiled. "He nursed a little, but I'm definitely producing less milk than before," he added with a sigh, and Draco stroked his cheek.
"It's alright, sweetheart. You still produce enough to feed him. Remember how we used to pump and store milk because he couldn't manage to drink it all? At least now you're not in pain," he reassured him, and Harry sighed, nodding.
"I love you," Harry said, and Draco broke into a wide smile, feeling warm inside.
"I love you too," he said, kissing Harry's lips, then felt a little hand on his bare knee. He looked down to see Teddy, hair now bright red, clearly impatient, and Draco laughed. "Alright, alright, let's go do what Hazz asked so we can get back to flying," he said, picking Teddy up, and the boy's hair shifted back to its usual shade of blue.
The morning went on like that, Draco flying with Teddy until Harry asked to switch, and then Draco sat entertaining James, his beautiful baby, while watching his future fiancé fly with his godson. He didn't deserve this life, but he intended to earn it.
Harry decided to make lunch, so Draco went to bathe Teddy, who was a bit dirty with soil and sweat. When he came downstairs with the boy, Harry had his wand in hand, something stirring in a pot through magic, and James was in his arms.
James let go of the breast as soon as he saw Draco, squirming excitedly, and Draco quickly set Teddy on the stool and picked James up. Harry went back to cooking, and Draco passed behind him, kissing his shoulder.
They had pasta for lunch, with Harry helping Teddy eat, while Draco tried to feed James his purée, which the baby was turning into a complete mess, to Draco's displeasure.
"He's going to need a bath after this," Draco muttered, and Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"I'll handle that," he said, stepping back to eat a bit.
Another thing that had improved was Harry's eating. He was constantly doing something for the kids or for himself, and his body seemed to ask for more food than his brain and his traumas were used to allowing. He'd regained his post-pregnancy weight pretty quickly, according to the healer, but Harry's mind-healer didn't seem worried.
"What movie are you thinking about watching?" Draco asked.
"Mione gave me the DVDs of The Matrix and Gladiator. You can read the synopses and pick whichever you like more, but I think The Matrixmight confuse you a bit because of the Muggle tech," Harry said, with zero judgment in his tone, and Draco shook his head.
"We can watch that one if you want. I'll manage to understand it," Draco said, and saw the affectionate smile that appeared on Harry's lips.
"I think even I'd be a little confused by The Matrix, considering how long I've lived in the wizarding world, darling," he said, stroking Draco's cheek. "Let's watch Gladiator." He turned to Teddy and gave him another spoonful of pasta. "But we'll have to watch it after we put these little guys down for a nap," he added, and Teddy's hair turned red.
"Pizza," the toddler mumbled, and Harry smiled fondly.
"After you eat your pizza, of course, Teddy," Harry said, and Teddy's hair went back to blue. Draco smiled, this boy was definitely going to be spoiled.
Teddy crashed on the couch after lunch, and he looked so comfortable that Harry simply adjusted him and then pulled Draco onto the other couch. And that's how Draco found himself watching something about ancient Roman fighters on that magical box, James sleeping on his chest, and Harry resting his head on his shoulder.
"I like this," Harry murmured.
"Máximus?" Draco asked, looking at the shirtless man in the magic box, and Harry let out a small laugh, enough to make Draco look at him and be met with those big, bright green eyes.
"I like where my life ended up. I like relaxing at home, with my godson, with my baby, and with my boyfriend, you. I like this," he said, his eyes shining with sincerity, and Draco felt himself melt.
"This is more than anything I could've ever wished for, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips, watching him blush lightly. "I love you in a way I'm not sure you'll ever be able to fully understand," he added, honest down to the bone.
"I do understand, because I feel the same way," Harry said, kissing him back.
Draco didn't argue, because he knew his boyfriend could be the most stubborn person on the planet. But he was certain no one could ever be as grateful or love someone as fiercely as Draco Lucius Malfoy was grateful and love Harry James Potter and James Sirius Potter-Malfoy.