Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Ninety-Eight - Siblings, Revenge and Death

Harry hasn't slept this good in a long time. Even with a heavy weight on his chest, his sleep was magnificent. Maybe because of the heavy weight on his chest, with the blonde hair tickling his nose, he's in heaven. He's so lucky. He has the perfect man in his life, he has the perfect kids, the perfect friends, and he'll be starting his perfect apprenticeship. In three time, he'll have his dream job. He'll live in Draco's swanky penthouse, with a newly installed grand piano which he doesn't know how to play. Life is perfect.

"Fuck you, Kenny!"

Harry sighs. His perfect kids, maybe he was too quick with that thought.

"Eat me, Ky."

The slamming of the door has Draco rolling off his chest, rubbing his face before yelling, "Oh my god, you two, I swear to Merlin, if I have to come out there..."

"Sorry, Papa."

"Sorry, Draco... I told you; you're too loud! Fricken' drama queen."

"Fuck you, I'm not a drama queen. You're just a dick."

"Because I want to use the bathroom?" Kenneth's voice gets louder with each sentence, "Because I'm tired of vanishing the loose hair you leave all over the floor and in the sink, because it takes you a fricken' hour to get ready in a bathroom we have to share?"

"You're jealous."

Draco rolls over, his eyes are wide, whispering, "Potter, why is this our life?"

"What do I have to be jealous of? You're Hufflepuff colored hair? You're stupid... oww."

"Do something, Potter." Draco frowns, "That's your heir." He kisses him.

"Ah... I'm pretty sure it was Kyle who got violent. He's your heir. You do something."

"I already did." Draco sighs.

"I don't think making empty threats from your bed counts as doing anything." Harry pulls him closer; he's missing the weight on his chest.

"Fuck off, Kenny. You piece of shit." Kyle's yelling again, "Now I have to start over. I'm going to miss breakfast."

"You hit me." Kenneth shouts, "I just messed up your stupid man bun. It's stupid, Kyle, your hair looks stupid. Chop sticks? Really? Better than your stupid wand, but still, it looks stupid."

"You look stupid."

"Oh, very good, used all your Ravenclaw intellect to think up that come back? Let me guess, next you'll be telling me to fuck off? You're so predicta... ouch, seriously, stop it."

"I hate them, Harry." Draco buries his face in Harry's neck, "Why did you want to have children?"

"I'm pretty sure those two were your idea." He kisses his head.

"Lies!" Draco sits up, "Those were your idea, I never even wanted children."

"Ok." Harry doesn't argue, he has no problem claiming them as his idea, even when they're obnoxious prats.

"Don't just 'ok' me." Draco huffs, "Go do something. Make the noise stop."

Harry sits up, pulling him close again, he kisses his neck, "What's in it for me?"

"You're their father." Draco leans against him, "It's your responsibility. You don't get rewards for parenting. It is a thankless job."

"Oww!" Kenneth shouts, "Stop hitting me. What are you, five?"

"Fuck off!"

"And there it is... oww!"

"I hate you!"