harryreahedovertosnaghisgsses—maybeeverythingwouldmakesenseoneheouldseeproperly—andwinedasatwingemadeitselfknownfromhisthightohislowerbak.

andthenhefroze,again,beauseohgoodgod,thatwasn’tanahefromfallingdownsomestairs,thatwas…thatwasfromsomethingelseentirely.

“whatthefuk,”harrysaid,andshovedhisgssesontohisfae.henearlyrawledoutofhisskinwhenhefeltanarmsnakearoundhiswaistandmalfoypulledhimbakdownontothepillowswithahukle.

“wasitooroughwithyoustnight?”hepratiallypurredintoharry’sear,hisbreathonharry’snekmakinghimshiver.“inmydefene,youwerebeggingforit.”

malfoy’steethnippedharry’searlobe,andharrympedhislipsagainstahighpithedshriek.thenoiseturnedintoasurprisedmoanashefeltmalfoy’shandslidedownhisstomahandomingfartoolosetowhereharrywasverydefinitelystillnaked.

“mal-”

“daddy!papa!”

harrydidn’tknowwhethertosreaminshokorsighinreliefasmalfoypulledawayhishandandsatuptohim.harrysearhedtheroomwildlyforthesoureofthenew—andextremelyhigh—voie,andtheseondhehadatinykneeoingwithhisbolloksandanarmfulofsomethingverysmallwithgrabbylittlehandsandwildlongdarkhair.

“whatthef-”

hewasutoffagainbymalfoysmminghishandagainstharry’smouth,beforereahingouttodragthesmallsquirmingbundleontohisownp.“lissa,don’tlimbonyourdaddysoearlyinthem,youknowhe’sagrumpygitwhenhefirstwakesup.”

thelittlegirl—atleast,that’swhatharrythoughtshewas—squealedindelightasmalfoytippedherbakwardsandbegantiklingherstomah.