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Malfoy’s teeth nipped Harry’s earlobe, and Harry clamped his lips against a high pitched shriek. The noise turned into a surprised moan as he felt Malfoy’s hand slide down his stomach and coming far too close to where Harry was very definitely still naked.

“Mal-”

“Daddy! Papa!”

Harry didn’t know whether to scream in shock or sigh in relief as Malfoy pulled away his hand and sat up next to him. Harry searched the room wildly for the source of the new— and extremely high—voice, and the next second he had a tiny knee connecting with his bollocks and an armful of something very small with grabby little hands and wild long dark hair.

“What the f-”

He was cut off again by Malfoy slamming his hand against Harry’s mouth, before reaching out to drag the small squirming bundle onto his own lap. “Lissa, don’t climb on your daddy so early in the morning, you know he’s a grumpy git when he first wakes up.”

The little girl—at least, that’s what Harry thought she was—squealed in delight as Malfoy tipped her backwards and began tickling her stomach.

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Lissa, you promised you wouldn’t disturb them,” came another familiar voice from the doorway, this one tinged with frustration. Harry looked up and stared at Ginny as she beckoned to the little girl. “I’m so sorry, we’re on our way to the Burrow, but Lissa insisted she couldn’t go without George so we stopped off here first.”

Malfoy chuckled and lowered the little girl to the floor, who ran straight over to Ginny and demanded to be picked up. “That’s okay, we were just waking up, anyway.”

“Did you two have fun last night?” Ginny asked, a smirk pulling at her lips as she arranged the child on her hip. Harry jumped as he felt an arm snake around his waist again.

“We absolutely did,” Malfoy said smugly, and Harry had to hold back another shriek as he was pulled insistently back against the solid warmth of Malfoy’s chest.

“Well, you can carry on having fun, just as soon as we find George and get out of here,” Ginny said, stepping back into the hallway.

“I’m fairly sure he’s in the kitchen,” Malfoy replied, running his nose along the column of Harry’s neck. “Lissa wanted him to help us make biscuits yesterday afternoon. I’m pretty sure his fur has still got dough stuck in it though.”

“Found him!” Another voice yelled from the depths of the house—and seriously, whose house even was this?—and Harry thought it sounded like Dean Thomas.

“No problem, mum will wash him while we’re there,” Ginny said, giving them both a wave. “You two enjoy the rest of your day together, and we’ll see you at the Burrow this evening.” And with that, she was gone, the little girl in her arms waving over her shoulder.

Harry was still blinking in shock at the empty doorway, so he was taken completely by surprise when Malfoy suddenly pushed him onto his back, leaning over him. His big grey eyes were suddenly far, far too close, and they were both still entirely too naked.

“How about an anniversary shower?” Malfoy murmured, leaning down and running his tongue across Harry’s collarbone. Harry gasped and arched upwards in surprise.

“Anniversary?” He squeaked.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and smiled. “Yes, I know it’s not our anniversary anymore, grumpy.” He trailed kisses along the line of Harry’s throat. “But it’s been so long since we had a morning to ourselves. I want to enjoy every second until the little monster comes back and demands our undivided attention again.” And then he kissed Harry.