It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Adoptions

Abigail, Hexa, Harry, and Draco were all headed down to the official W.A.A, or the Wizarding Adoption Agency. They were hoping that when they looked through the options, they'd be able to pick a few kids to be their own. And because this was a wizarding agency, all the kids available will have had magical parents, so it's more likely that they'll get kids that will go to Hogwarts. Unless of course they were actually squibs, which both couples had accepted as a possibility.

The four went up to the front desk and Harry asked, "Hey, excuse me, we're here to see the kids up for adoption?"

"Of course, sir," said the witch that was seated there. She got up and stepped around the desk, leading them into a hallway. "Right this way."

As the five walked down the hallway, the witch, whose name was May, talked with them.

"So, who are the couples today? You two, and you two?" she asked, pointing to Draco, whose arm was around Hexa's waist, and then Abigail, who was on Hexa's other side, and Harry.

The four all laughed at the pairing of Abigail and Harry, all recalling the first week or so of interaction between them, and then Hexa spoke up.

"No, me and Abigail here are married, and so are Harry and Draco. And I'm Hexa, by the way," she said, pointing to each person briefly as she said their names.

"Oh. Goodness. I apologize, I didn't realize," May said, obviously a bit shocked at the same-gender couples.

"It's quite all right," Draco said. "Me and Harry have each had a platonic relationship with Hexa for nine years now, since her fourth year. She was roommates with Abigail as well."

"Wow, you four sure have known each other for a long time."

"Yeah," Harry half-chuckled. "We sure have."

"Alright, so here we are. We have ages ranging from new-borns to one-year-olds here," she said gesturing to the door right next to her. "The next one up is two- to five-year-olds, then six to ten, and then eleven to seventeen. All of our eleven plus kids do go to Hogwarts, and we have a donation box up front to help with the funds of buying all of the books and supplies and such. I'll walk around with you in case you have any questions."

Harry and Draco went into the two to five room while Hexa and Abigail walked through the rows of less-than-one-year-olds sitting in baby cradles.

"Why's she in there?" Hexa asked, seeing a baby alone in a seperate room through a window.

"She never stops crying," May explained. "She started to make the others upset as well, and we thought it better to leave her in there."

"Could we see her?"

May blinked, surprised. "Of course. Right this way."

She led the couple through a door into the room, and Hexa walked over to the baby girl, standing over her and whispering a soft, "Hey, there."

Immediately, the child opened up her eyes, curious, and stopped wailing. She cocked her head at Hexa as the older woman wiped her tears away, and then broke out into a smile, reaching up with her hands and let out a happy noise.

Hexa abided, picking her up and cradling her.

"How on Earth. . ?" May asked.

"That's Hexa for you," Abigail said, glinting eyes glued on her wife.

"How old is she?" Hexa asked, clearly in love with they little girl already.

"About ten months," May answered, still in a stricken state.

"Could we Abby? She's beautiful. . . Come over and look at her."

Abigail walked over and put an arm around her wife, and her other hand resting on the child's back, who looked at her with a wondering gaze, but still not crying anymore.

"She is beautiful." She turned to look at May. "How can we legally adopt her?"

"I have some paperwork at the front desk for you two to fill out. Follow me, please!"

Meanwhile, Harry and Draco were looking around at all of the jumping, running, loud, and rowdy two- to five-year-olds.

"Merlin, Harry," Draco said, jumping out of the way of a few kids playing tag. "They all remind me of how I'd pictured you when you were this young."

"Oh, maybe not all of them. I found a Hexa. Or a Hermione. Take your pick." He smiled easily as he nonchalantly pointed to a little girl with auburn hair down to her elbows, all pulled over her shoulder, and deep blue glasses seated on her nose. She was sitting in a corner with her eyebrows furrowed in determination, her nose buried in a thin book as she practiced her reading.

Draco slipped his hand into Harry's, gently pulling him in the direction of the little girl, who shifted nervously when she saw them walking over.

Draco opened his mouth to say something when Harry spoke out chipperly, "Hey there! What's your name?"

"I--uh. . ," she mumbled, a faint blush covering her cheeks.

"I'd say a Hexa, not a Hermione," Harry observed, playfully poking his husband's shoulder.

"Harry, shut up," was the only response as Draco leaned down and looked the girl in her soft, ice-blue eyes.

"Hi," he said to her softly, a lot quieter and less boisterous than Harry had. "Do you like reading?"

She hesitated, then nodded.

Draco sat in the bean bag chair next to hers, and Harry followed his lead, sitting on the other side and (Finally, Draco thought) keeping his mouth shut.

"What book is that?" he asked, just as gently.

She flipped back to the cover, eyebrows furrowed in concentration once more as she struggled to read out the title.

"Huh-ngry Hungery Sharks," she read choppily. She hesitated again before continuing. "My frien' John"---she said the name with a strong concentration, like she did when she was reading---"said it was for older kids mostly but I am very adva. . ." She trailed off, trying to figure out how to say the word.

"Advanced?" Harry offered. She turned to look at him and nodded, and both men noticed how she was relaxing.

"My name's Draco, and this is my husband, Harry. What's your name?"

"I'm, um, Robin," she said, looking down at her lap. "And I am four."

"Wow, that's a really pretty name," Harry told her, and she practically beamed.

Then a kid walked into the room, maybe seven years old. He looked around, eyebrows knit as he scanned the room. He spotted Robin and his eyes lit up, not bothering to spare a second glance to the two guys that sat on either side of her.

Robin saw him and scooted closer to Draco to make room for him on the bean bag.

"Hi, John!" she said loudly, suddenly quite the extrovert.

"Hey, Robin!" he said, plopping down next to her.

She threw her arms around him in a quick hug before she leaned back and said. "This is Harry and Dr. . . Drake-o!"

They talked for a bit, and when Draco and Harry exchanged looks of knowing, they both nodded and Draco looked back at the two happy kids, already acting like siblings enough.

"Hey guys," Draco said. "How would you two feel about being adopted?"

They both lit up, John sporting a goofy grin while Robin squealed and jumped onto Draco's lap to hug him.

"Really?" she asked.

"Definitely," Harry promised.

Draco stood up, hoisting Robin up with him, and Harry offered his hand to John as he got up as well. They walked up to the front desk with them and saw Hexa and Abigail signing the last of their adoption papers for a baby girl nestled in the crook of Hexa's arm. She was fast asleep.

After they got buckled into the car seats (A/N Don't ask me how they got them, just go with it), Robin asked, just before drifting off to sleep as the car started rolling, "Can I call you daddy now?"

Draco, in the passenger seat, turned around to brush some hair out of her face. "Of course, sweetheart," he said, his loving gaze unmistakable for his brand new daughter.