Knotting is Fair in Love and War by Beyond (Part 3)

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Here is the last part & epilogue!


Chapter 4 Continued

Draco looked his bare body over in mirror. The babies were down for the night and would sleep until at least 5 AM. He was expecting Sirius home within half an hour or so, and had tried to make sure his neglected physique was back to pre-pregnant condition. His belly was flat again,
concave almost, and his hip bones prominent. The breasts were all but gone, had disappeared soon after his babies had weaned themselves, but his nipples remained permanently swollen. He had to wear something over them for cover every time he went out dressed in something lightweight in public.

He made sure he hadn't overlooked any hair on his body, and then turned around, inspecting his ass. It looked perfect, but he wasn't so sure about how it looked on the inside, closer up. Had giving birth permanently stretched him and ruined him for sex?

He reached his hands behind him and pulled his butt cheeks apart, looking at his hole critically, slightly bent over. There wasn't any change that he could see, but he had no idea how things were inside and had never yet put his fingers in there himself.

He was about to let go when he looked up and saw Sirius standing inside the door frame. Still as stealthy as a ghost.

"Don't move an inch," he said softly. He closed the door, and then the space between them in less than a second. He put his arms around Draco and his hands on top of Draco's, keeping him open. "That looks acute. Want something for it?"

Draco snickered into Sirius' lapels. "I'm not sure."

"Padfoot?" Sirius suggested.

Draco quickly shook his head. "No, too much trouble. I think I'll settle for the first man that walks into this room."

Sirius squeezed his butt, hard enough to make him squeal. "Still easy, aren't you?"

Draco nodded and blushed. He put his arms around Sirius' neck, looking him in the eyes. He opened his mouth for a kiss, and when he pulled out of it said, "My body's not completely back to normal." He stood on tiptoe, pushing his chest out, showing Sirius his strangely pointy nipples.

Sirius pulled him up higher by the waist, one arm under his butt while Draco locked his legs around him. He put his mouth over one nipple, sucking tentatively. Draco gasped, it felt so different from when the babies did it. Much stronger, much hotter.

"You still--have some milk," Sirius said, licking his lips. "Tastes amazing."

"They don't want it anymore, you can have the leftovers," Draco suggested, kissing his lover.

When Sirius slowly lowered him onto the bed, Draco whispered, "What am I to you?"

Sirius put his mouth to his ear and said, "My bitch. My precious, perpetually randy, spoiled, lovely little bitch."

Draco hardened instantly, and he could feel his ass starting to ooze. So his nipples weren't the only things that had changed permanently.

"Tell me how hard you want it," Sirius told him, undressing hurriedly. Draco groaned. He didn't want to talk about it, he wanted Sirius in him, deep, punishing, pounding. "So hard I don't even want to suck you first," he said softly.

"You'll suck me again later?"

"Yes, every day if you want to. Anywhere. Naked. On my knees, looking up at you."

Sirius groaned and slowly ran his hands over Draco's torso, making him squirm. Draco pulled Sirius' hand to his face and licked his fingertips, and made room for Sirius to join him on their bed.

Once naked, Sirius moved much slower than Draco wanted him to, taking his time to re-familiarize himself with all the places he loved about Draco's body. Hips thrusting into the void, Draco groaned and grabbed Sirius' cock harder than could be comfortable. "Please. In me."

Sirius smirked, hair obscuring part of his face, and slid in slowly, in one continuous move when he discovered how wet and ready Draco was.

Draco gasped and almost twisted away. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange initially anyway. Too full, and too much pleasure all at once. He didn't come, but just barely, willing the fire that flared up in his belly down to a sustainable level. He wanted to come as soon as Sirius came inside him,
not a moment earlier.

Sirius wiped the perspiration from his brow and grinned at him. "Perfect," he said, reverently caressing Draco's face before kissing him deeply once more.

Draco agreed, closed his eyes, and arched his back a little to get a better angle for the slow pace Sirius was stroking in and out of him with. The speed increased, and Sirius stopped kissing him, concentrating on rutting into him and making Draco writhe against him. Draco moaned, louder and louder, he couldn't control it.

Until Sirius held in and bent down low over him, holding Draco's hands over his head. Looking him in the eyes, Sirius asked, "What am I to you?"

Draco bucked up in reflex, panicking. He didn't know, didn't know what to say. There was too much. Going around in his head. Master? Faithful pet? Kissing cousin? Saver of my life? Lover? Father of my children? Not quite covering it. He tried to lift his head so he could whisper it in his
ear without having to look at him, but Sirius wasn't having it. He kept his face over Draco's, nudging his nose, brushing their lips together, pupils dilated so wide his irises looked darker than Draco had ever seen them.

"Everything," Draco said softly, appalled at how weak his voice sounded, and feeling more vulnerable than he ever had.

Sirius groaned, pushed his face into Draco's neck, and thrust into him again, releasing his hands. He held in once more and whispered, "Baby, you're killing me with all that sweetness. But don't ever stop, I love it. I love you."

Draco was so close that drawing his orgasm out longer was surely going to make him cry. He tried to say something in response, but instead cried out and came in several long spurts, coating both their bellies, breathing heavily and keeping his legs raised until Sirius' deep groan and last, erratic thrusts told him he'd come too.

He pulled out and lay down against Draco's side, wiping them both down with the shirt he'd taken off. Draco preferred magic to clean up, but he couldn't be bothered looking for his wand while his fingers were busy stroking the hair on Sirius' chest, his scruffy beard, and his handsome
face.

"Your mother and Kingsley were here today?" Sirius whispered, sounding curious.

"Yes," Draco said. "You knew?"

"That they are going to get married? No, just that something was going on. And I wasn't sure how you were going to take it."

"I think I took it fairly well," Draco said. "Or, I intend to take it fairly well I guess. If..."

"If what? There's a condition?" Sirius wondered.

"If you let her be godmother."

Sirius sighed. "Well, why not? She can't be worse god parent than I was, so why not?"

Draco smiled, and watched Sirius settle down to sleep, and turn into Padfoot.

Draco slung an arm over his neck in a tight embrace, and grudgingly voiced, perhaps only loud enough for a dog to hear, that he loved him too.

Epilogue: The 101 Blacks

Draco was still proud of his looks. People said he was as beautiful as his mother, and then some. He wasn't so sure about that, but as men went, and as Sirius' taste in men went, he guessed he was pretty enough to be going on with. No longer a teenager, but an adult man in his prime. He
checked in the mirror anyway. His hair looked slick, shiny, white gold. A few easy charms kept his hairline from receding. His body was completely smooth, his skin clear.

He scrutinized his chest. Nice and flat, with a thin layer of muscle, but his nipples had stayed overly sensitive throughout the years. And now he had a new itch, and he needed Sirius to scratch it for him.

If Sirius agreed, maybe even Padfoot. The children had been nagging them for siblings for six years, and the fact that Potter and Granger, each with their respective Weasley, had started breeding too had only made their demands more relentless.

Draco thought it faintly distasteful the way they had all chosen to stay and breed with someone they'd met when they were eleven, faintly incestuous. He didn't tell Potter that of course, during his still frequent visits, he was playing nice.

Draco's initial reaction to their children's request had told Sirius to not even think about it, and it had not been an issue. Sex in human form had never produced the same result as their first outrageous fuck, with Padfoot in the starring role, and Draco liked it that way. He liked having
his body worshipped for what it was, not for what it could produce.

He loved that Sirius, now going grey around the temples and looking not any less gorgeous for it, still wanted him back whenever Draco expressed interest. He loved how he fucked him, fast and urgent and often upright, and he loved to come when he was dizzy from lack of oxygen, Sirius' hand clamped over his mouth to make sure the children wouldn't hear whenever they were too much in a hurry to bother with wands and a silencing charm.

Draco had a fulfilling life. He had somehow let his mother and Granger talk him into working for charitable causes, Muggle charities even, and had had his perspective changed when he discovered how vulnerable Muggle children were to abuse, often from their own parents, with no
inherent magic to protect them.

He'd been working tirelessly, along half-bloods and Muggle borns, to get any child with even the least bit of magical ability into Hogwarts, convincing the headmaster to create an introductory summer course for Muggle borns, and had the Ministry set up an office to help wizards and
witches deal with the birth of Squib children. Sirius too had now an official position at the Ministry, still working as an advisor to the Minister of Magic, and to the Auror Office, always involved in investigations of corruption in the Wizengamot. His outrageous but usually justified comments about the incompetence of bureaucrats like Percy Weasley occasionally made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Their five children were a joy and a terror, using their puppy eyes to get away with everything short of murder. But most nights, they were in their beds, sound and relatively unscathed, and Draco was often asleep before his head hit the pillow, not a care in the world until the next morning.

But for what else Draco wanted from life, it was now or never, now that all five of them were on the train to Hogwarts. Draco imagined the joy on their faces if they could come home to a litter of newborn puppies - little brothers and sisters - to play with.

He also imagined Padfoot on him, inside him, knotting him. Under his robes, his cock rose until the tip of it almost touched his navel. Time to confront Sirius, time to let the dog out, he thought.

He found him in their living room, messing with one of the boxes Arthur Weasley was so fascinated with, what he called 'peacies'. He had asked Sirius to try to spell them into submission since he'd had so much success with his bike. When Sirius first showed up with a peacy, Draco had threatened with divorce if he kept bringing Muggle junk into the house. Sirius had reminded him they weren't married, and Draco had learned to live with Muggle junk occupying some corners of their house.

"Hey, babe," Sirius said.

"Hey." Draco sighed deeply and let himself down next to Sirius. He had grown fond of the weird Muggle endearments Sirius used, initially to get Draco up his tree, now because it had become a habit. He hugged him and slid onto his lap, effortlessly thanks to years of practice fitting their bodies together.

Sirius put his arms around him and said, "Suffering from empty nest syndrome already? They've only been gone four hours. Should be getting sorted soon."

Draco smirked and nodded. "Empty womb syndrome actually." He put his lips to Sirius' ear and whispered, "Empty inside. Need something to fill me."

He waited for a reaction, but Sirius only frowned at him. He was sliding his hands up Draco's hips though.

Encouraged, Draco resumed, whispering, "They still very much want siblings. And you're a very good father. I'm sure you want to see them happy. How about it? New puppies, for Christmas? Not strays dragged in from the street, homemade." He rubbed his arse over Sirius' groin for emphasis, hard-on against his belly.

Sirius shifted under him, getting hard too. "Are you serious?"

Draco chuckled. "No. You are."

Sirius looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "That is terrible."

"It is," Draco agreed. He had never in all their years together made a joke of Sirius' name, but there had to be a first for everything.

"You really deserve what is coming to you," Sirius said, pushing his fingertips into the flesh of Draco's willing thighs.

Draco nodded eagerly. "I do. I leave you no choice. You have to set your dog on me."

"Are you sure you know what you're--what we're--doing?"

"Now that I'm an experienced twenty-nine year old philanthropist instead of a drunk, eighteen year old, virgin death eater? I think so, yes."

"There could be more than five this time," Sirius warned.

Draco nodded, and slid his hand down, moving it up and down Sirius' still clothed, still growing, erection. "I'm not settling for less than three," he whispered.

"Fine." Sirius kissed him, moved his lips down his cheek, and nipped at the skin of his neck. "But first..."

"What?"

"Me first," Sirius said, and flipped Draco onto his back onto the sofa, settling between his legs. "Now that we have the place to ourselves for the first time in over a decade."

He had that hungry look in his eyes that made Draco burn with desire, and he had a point. No more quickies in the walk-in closet. No more quick-quick-before-they-wake-up in the morning or quiet-they'll-hear-us! when Draco was tempted to lose all semblance of control.

"Yes," Draco said, imagining the possibilities, remembering several of their sex marathons during and just after the war at once, before they'd found out he was pregnant. "Fuck, yes."

Sirius lost no time and hexed their clothes off, kissing him and touching him everywhere, growling when he could smell Draco's eagerness. He took him without hesitation, without restraint, and Draco's first orgasm washed over him as soon as Sirius was barely sheathed inside him. They were rutting like they'd scarcely done since the war had ended, and
when Draco begged him to, Sirius smacked his arse the way he hadn't done for ages.

They changed positions, moved to the bedroom, and Draco kept moaning and ordering Sirius to touch him here, fuck him deeper, harder, hold him like this, like that, to spank him more, and to stop torturing him and let him come. Ever willing to please when ordered around, Sirius did all of what Draco asked and more, leaving him marked and fucked looser than he had been in years, both pairs of cheeks red, on his face from exhaustion, on his butt from getting smacked.

Shagged boneless, still hot all over, Draco was dozing naked on top of their bed, belly down, when four owls arrived. One from Regulus, the second from Fomalhaut, one that carried a letter from Antares and Aldebaran (the latter had picked a Kneazle hybrid as a companion instead of an owl), and a little later Scipa's barn owl dropped its letter too.

"The sorting," Sirius said, and sat down, hurriedly tearing open Regulus' letter. He refused to let Draco look - they'd already betted on which houses they'd be sorted in, Sirius said that at least three of them would go to Gryffindor, while Draco was convinced that the same number would go to Slytherin. There could be only one winner.

"Damn," Sirius said, and handed Regulus' letter to Draco. "First one goes to you."

Draco read it, and couldn't rejoice as gleefully as he'd planned. It sounded as if Regulus had picked Slytherin because he knew Fomalhaut would be sorted there, and since he knew his youngest brother's propensity for getting into trouble and being infuriatingly blasé about it,
he didn't want him in any house on his own, without any of his brothers there looking out for him. "Fomalhaut too," Draco said. "That's two for me."

"At heart Regulus is a Gryffindor," Sirius insisted, and opened the twins' letter. He got up and pumped both fists in the air victoriously. Draco thought it a rather undignified display for a grown man, but appreciated the sight of all the muscle flexing on Sirius' naked body nevertheless.

"Two for me," Sirius said, and showed Draco the letter in which Aldebaran wrote that they'd both gone for Gryffindor, and that they were secretly working on an improved version of the Marauders' Map that would make them able to visit their brothers and sister in other houses.

Sirius pushed at his eye corners, and Draco thought him a sentimental old fool. Leaning on his elbows, he opened Scipa's letter, knowing that she would have the good sense to pick Slytherin and make her daddy proud. He did it slowly, aware Sirius was on tenterhooks. Grinning with
anticipation, Draco unfolded the letter. Then he let himself fall facedown onto the bed again and held the letter out to Sirius. "It's a draw," he warned him.

"Hufflepuff?" Sirius said, staring at the letter.

"Well, she likes to do things at her own pace," Draco said.

"So do you," Sirius said, as if he was considering if Draco would have done well in Hufflepuff too.

As if, Draco thought. "We can settle this. In eleven years," he said, throwing the gauntlet.

Sirius nodded. "Now?"

Draco nodded. "While I'm already--ready." And before I lose my nerve, he thought.

Sirius grinned. "You're still the best bitch any dog could wish for, you know. Let's go then."

"Where?" Draco asked, cheeks burning again because he still couldn't decide if being called a bitch was a compliment or an insult, but it did make him horny.

"On the Re'em hide in front of the fire in the library. I'll let Totty know not to disturb us."

"No matter what she hears," Draco added.

"No matter how hard you scream," Sirius warned, and pinched his butt. Draco escaped from his grip and walked to the door. "Be a good dog and don't make me wait."

"You know you might need a few days to recover again?"

"That's why I waited for them to get onto that train, and I'm not going to wait a day longer." With that, Draco was out the door. He was not going to wait and think about it, he didn't want to lose what little courage his injured Slytherin sensibilities could muster.

He sat down on the Re'em hide and tried image training, imagining he was the serpent, the seducer, in paradise. He wouldn't have bothered with Adam and Eve, those useless Muggles, he'd have found a great, powerful black beast, a dog as large as a bear, as strong as it was kind, something worth seducing. He'd wind his sinuous body around it, and make it spark something in him, something wonderful.

When he opened his eyes, Sirius was crouched in front of him, offering him a snifter of cognac. "To take the edge off," he whispered.

"I'm not scared," Draco said, appalled at how his voice made it sound as if he was a terrible liar.

"Of course you're not."

"Aren't you drinking with me?"

"Padfoot and alcohol don't mix," Sirius reminded him.

Draco nodded and gulped it all down. "How do you want me?"

Sirius smiled. "Any way, really, but to make it easier..." He pointed his wand at the pouf and flipped it on its side, then transformed it into a pyramid, narrower on one side. Draco imagined himself on top of it, down over it, his face down where it was padded nicest, his legs over the
narrow side, so that there was room for Padfoot's hindquarters. He felt he was blushing harder. It figured that Padfoot wanted him face down, ass up. Truly animalistic, and also how Draco liked it best.

Draco nodded. Sirius put his wand down and turned, and Draco put his arms around Padfoot's wide, strong neck, trailing his fingers through his thick, soft pelt, breathing in his scent. Padfoot always made him feel safe, at peace. Possibly because he couldn't really remember how it had felt being mounted by him; he didn't want that to change. But he did want more babies, so he sighed, nodded into Padfoot's fur, nuzzling into it with his nose, and whispered, "If you're too beastly I'll...I'll...I don't know what I'll do, but you won't like it. I'll--I'll turn you into a Chihuahua."

Padfoot wruffed. It sounded like a laugh. He was of course perfectly aware that Draco didn't have the Transfiguration chops to do anything of the kind.

He seemed impatient, using his neck to push Draco down on his back, lowering himself until the pelt on his body touched Draco's belly, rubbing up to him. Draco closed his eyes. It was incredibly erotic. He rubbed back, pushing his hips up, and felt Padfoot's cock coming out of
its sheath. He figured he would have to be in an adequate position before the knot formed, so he crawled out from under the formidable dog and on top of their special little pyramid.

Even if Sirius changed it back later, Draco already knew he would never be able to look at that particular piece of furniture the same way again.

Padfoot followed, licking Draco's hips, his butt, his thighs, and then not losing more time and pushing his muzzle between his legs, licking along his balls and his cock, and Draco was moaning, pleasantly surprised. He loved it when Sirius did that, but Padfoot's tongue was much more agile, covered much more surface, and was everywhere.

It slipped inside him, going deep. Draco was glad he'd been fucked thoroughly hours earlier, he'd come five times already that day, and he didn't want to come until he was knotted. Since Padfoot was concentrating solely on his lower body - and for as much as he loved that dog, Draco didn't want to tongue kiss him anyway - Draco gingerly touched his nipples himself, stimulating them while he left his behind to the mercy of Padfoot's skilled tongue.

Draco moaned, keened, and held his breath when he felt fur against his legs, the tongue gone. His hole was relaxed, ready for anything, like a lion, although his heart was fluttering like a rabbit's, and Draco shivered and whimpered when the tip of Padfoot's cock touched him and slowly slipped into him. Its shape was definitely different from Sirius', and one glass of cognac didn't do much to take the edge off.

Then again, even Muggles knew that it wasn't a great idea to be smashed when pregnant or trying to get pregnant, so Draco stuck it out and didn't Accio more booze. Padfoot's cock was perhaps slightly less thick than Sirius', but not by much, it felt less heavy, but Draco knew the
knot would be something different altogether. It would likely stretch him until he could take no more, and then some.

Padfoot started thrusting in and out of him, and Draco felt that he started spraying into him almost immediately, the dog come higher in temperature than his own body. He felt hot, he felt sloppy, slutty, and completely debauched. He grabbed his wand and turned the wall opposite them into a mirror, even his Transfiguration skills were good enough for that.

He looked a sight, they looked a sight. Draco moaned, and continued to moan whenever Padfoot's cock brushed along his prostate. He couldn't help himself, he looked like a complete pervert, moaning with abandon while his pet dog sodomized him, but he loved it.

Draco dropped his wand and put his arms under his head, arching his back. "Good boy, Padfoot," he said, and started to sweat. He was getting filled with come, could feel his bowels starting to swell with it. It was eerily like getting drunk. He wondered whether some of it got into his bloodstream, feeling weirdly exhilarated and sedated at the same time. He felt the base of Padfoot's cock starting to swell, slowly at first, but the sensation got more and more noticeable, unbearable and pleasurable, as Padfoot worked that knot in and out of him.

Draco tried not to scream, tried not to fight it, his body on the edge of panic. For several thrusts in and out of him he was sure he was going to tear, but didn't want to stop. It wasn't so much about wanting more puppies anymore as it was about what that knot did whenever it brushed his prostate. He felt as if he was going to black out from sheer pleasure, sweat from his brow dripping into his eyes.

When Padfoot locked him, not pulling the knot back out when the last thrust pushing it in had been particularly excruciating, Draco promptly came, his legs spasming, come lost against their pyramid.

He didn't pass out, but just barely, and felt his spent cock start twitching when Padfoot rested his rump on his back and started rocking his hips rather than thrusting. He still set a fast pace, it felt as if he was still coming, and the knot was still swelling. Draco surrendered, relaxed his body entirely, and gave in to the feeling. He orgasmed whenever he thought he could take no more. He chanced another glance at the mirror. He was drooling, he couldn't help it. He was Padfoot's wanton little bitch and loving it.

He lost track of time, of how many times he came dry, of the awareness that he had legs at all, and was about to drift off when he felt Padfoot trying to pull out of him. The knot still felt huge, and all Padfoot managed was to pull Draco's hips up with him. Draco tried to support himself on his arms, since his legs were not obeying at all. He didn't think he could take any more, and sobbed, looking at the mirror. His arse was hanging, locked tight around the knot, and his exhausted cock rose again, coming desperately, as if it was taking its dying breath.

Draco cried out, and said, "Down, boy! Please, I can't--Sirius!"

Padfoot obeyed, and settled down over him, not crushing him, but obediently waiting until the swelling was almost gone and he could slip out of Draco without Draco feeling as if he was being split apart.

Draco smiled. In spite of just being submitted to the harshest fuck of his life, that he could remember, he felt fantastic. He could do this, once in a decade, although for everyday use he thought Sirius' cock was vastly superior. He couldn't feel his legs though, or his hips, basically anything lower than his waist. He knew he was a right mess in spite of it.

He let his hair down, and lay over the pyramid catching his breath, while Padfoot licked his arse clean. When he wasn't quite as messy anymore, he could feel the familiar shift of Padfoot turning back into Sirius. He lay down next to him, and Transfigured the pyramid into a long pillow for Draco to stretch out on. Draco slowly rolled onto his side, so he could face him.

He moaned when still more of Padfoot's magical Animagus sperm dribbled out of him, but the warmth of the fire made it feel less awful than it had been their first time, when he'd woken up in a freezing cabin, stretched hole aching and throbbing, bare, wet, not sure what had happened, not until Sirius had enlightened him.

We shagged. Or rather, I guess I should say you and Padfoot shagged. Like rabid rabbits.

He reached out an arm and let Sirius pull him to his chest. "Think it worked?" Draco whispered.

"Give it a day. If you feel as bad tomorrow and the day after as you did back then, then congratulations, you're stuffed full of pups. If not, we'll do it again."

Draco groaned. "You really have a knack for making it sound romantic."

Sirius laughed. "And you have a knack for getting something you want from me while convincing me it's for the children."

Draco sighed. "I did... consider it earlier."

"Why did you wait this long?" Sirius asked, caressing up and down his back.

"Because I'm still young enough even though you're not--" Draco said, and was interrupted by Sirius pulling him so tight he couldn't breathe. He released him again immediately. Draco shook his head and giggled. "No. I waited because--it's your fault. You taught them how to pick locks
when they were all of four, they've walked in on us several times when we thought they were asleep, and it would be a lot worse if we couldn't pretend we're just wrestling in the nude. No idea how we'd convince them knotting is a wholesome activity and that Padfoot isn't mauling me."

"Point taken," Sirius said. "Then next time, we'll just leave them with your mother for a weekend--"

"A whole weekend? They'll kill her," Draco said.

"Then we'll ask Harry and Ginny--"

"And what do you even mean, next time?" Draco asked, alarmed.

Sirius grinned. "In a year or four? Before the next batch can pick locks?"

Draco shook his head. He really needed a bath, and was regaining feeling in his legs slowly. "I didn't say I'd do it again after this--"

"I remember that the first time around you said you'd have litter after litter of my pups."

"That was pillow talk," Draco protested. "And don't give me those dog eyes. I never said I wanted twenty."

"It's not impossible," Sirius argued.

"It is too. My ass, my chest..." he said, and made a face as if he was about to cry.

Sirius ignored his misgivings. "There's this Muggle tale about a litter with 101 Dalmatians, I saw part of it when I was on the run, if we have a litter every year--"

"My mother will kill you. She'll talk Kingsley into helping her, see if she doesn't."

"I'm just teasing. Just this once. And I'm very happy that you're willing to go through all of that again. And so is Padfoot. No one is as good to him as you are."

Draco blushed. He'd just realised something else, something potentially embarrassing that had nothing to do with being good to Padfoot. And he was already pretty sure they had succeeded, Padfoot had done it, again. He could feel something tingling inside him, the magic doing its work, and also felt as if his breasts were starting to bud again after a long winter sleep. He was with pups. "We'll have more children than the Weasleys. Even if it's just three."

"Well, you've always wanted to one-up them, haven't you?"

Not like this, Draco thought. But he'd take what glory he could get.

THE END *^_^*