Sequel to Simply Irresistible!

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Draco looked around him and shuddered, not believing that of all people, he was the one stuck watching the kids. He had gotten stuck with the job because his wife and the bloody boy who lived had been invited to attend a conference overseas. Then because Ginny was pregnant once more with what both claimed to be the last one, which Draco couldn't help but bloody doubt, one that both Potters hoped and prayed would be a girl. Henceforth Draco was the only one available. Since he owned his own company and was effectively his own boss, he had the most flexible work schedule. Which brought him to his current situation.

Ten year old Teddy gave him a look of sympathy before going out to the garden with Victoire to pick flowers that Narcissa had taken to cultivating upon her finding peace with her son and somewhat with her ex-husband.

"Daddy tell James to stop pulling on my hair!" Lyra said suddenly running behind Draco's leg to try to escape her ardent admirer.

"James Potter, sit your butt down and stop chasing my daughter." Draco gladly growled.

James looked up at him with his mother's all too mischievous brown eyes. He wasn't in the slightest bit fazed by Draco, and as much as Draco hated to admit it, the reincarnation of the first James Potter as some of them tended to believe, really had grown on him. The kid had spunk and despite his ways with Lyra, he would never do anything to Draco's daughters, in fact Draco could almost bet the eldest Potter boy was as protective as him when it came to Lyra and Willow. He just wished the bloody boy would learn a little suaveness when voicing his 'undying' love.

"Sure Mr. Draco," James said before turning back around.

"Daddy," Lyra said but wasn't able to finish her sentence as a loud shriek could be heard.

Draco looked up to the ceiling thinking this was payback for his Hogwarts years. Merlin or at least Severus Snape had to be laughing at him.

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The shriek had been Dominque Weasley, the youngest daughter of Fleur and Bill Weasley. The little girl had dropped her drink all over her brand new outfit...

After scourgifying the little girl and washing her up as best as he could, Draco placed her back down sans drink.

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"Bloody woman, you're supposed to be helping me with the terrors!" Draco yelled as he went to find Sadie in his guestroom, reading a fashion magazine, one with her own face on the cover at that.

Sadie looked up at him, her crystal blue eyes piercing into his. "I only have one child that's perfectly behaved, you have three and including your godchildren, five. They're all yours Draco."

Before Draco was able to retort, a loud boom could be heard from one of the wings of his manor.

"Harry! Albus!" Draco roared knowing that it was most likely the two and had probably dragged Sabine, his god daughter who was a perfect mix of Blaise and Luna, into the mess with them.

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Eight curious stares looked up at him as he paced. He wanted to curse his wife for buying Harry that miniature potions kit. He knew it was a bad idea but his wife thought it was a great way to foster Harry's love for learning.

"We are all going to sit here calmly for the next hour." Draco said sitting down in front of all of them.

Harry and Albus, both with their hairs slightly standing straight up and defying gravity from their potions mishap, glanced at him with a look that told him he had to be kidding.

"Your parents will be here in an hour." Draco said sternly.

"Mer," Dominique cooed.

"Yes Dominique, your Mum will be here in an hour." Draco said understanding the child. He sighed at the thought. If anyone had told him that when he was at Hogwarts, that one day he would be able to understand child's squabble he would've hexed and laughed at them. Much less a Weasley child's.

"Daddy," Three year old Willow said before getting up to crawl into his lap.

"Yes sweetheart?" Draco said lifting her up so she was standing on his legs and face to face with him.

"Story, continue." She said nodding furiously to convince him.

"Story!" Crystal and Lyra piped up in excitement.

Draco looked over Willow's shoulder at the remaining kids not including Teddy and Victoire whom were still in the garden.

Harry and Albus were making faces but James just shrugged. Whatever made the rest happy he was fine. Sabine, looked positively excited.

"Towy!" Dominique gurgled.

"Okay, okay, story time I guess it is." Draco sighed as Willow scampered back to her sister and best friend. "That year at the sorting..."

When the returning eighth years arrived at the Great Hall, they'd been surprised to be led to the shorter table that now sat in front of the teacher's and exactly parallel to it. They would not be divided by houses, but because their numbers were so small, they would have a whole separate wing themselves and a table. It was a good way to show the unity that the school had discovered in the battle just last year.

Daphne's sister had been disheartened to discover it as she had to go to the Slytherin table.

The table wasn't even half the size of the Houses' and when Draco sat down, he was shocked to see that right across from him and Blaise was Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. He couldn't help but think that her eyes no longer displayed the self righteousness and haughtiness that had been in them for the past seven years.

"Daddy!" Both Lyra and Willow cried at their Dad's description of their mother.

"I'm getting there you two. After all I loved your mother more than enough to marry her!"

However how was he to judge, his own no longer held the pompousness that being a pureblood and a Malfoy had provided him.

His gaze was then drawn to Longbottom. The chubby and self conscious Gryffindor was no longer there. He had an air of confidence and his body mass was now proportional to his height. Malfoy could almost bet the boy was as tall if not taller than him now. It seemed that the War had taken a toll on all of them and changed them all irrefutably.

"What are you staring at Malfoy?" Hermione snapped at last, not in the slightest bit comfortable with the feeling of his blue grey eyes on her. They were unnerving and she felt almost vulnerable without Harry and Ron with her.

"You're different than before," He said.

Hermione blinked before gulping. She didn't say anything as she knew what he meant and because of the incident on the train, she sort of had a feeling that he wasn't insulting her with his words. "You too..." Hermione trailed off as she looked into his eyes. She couldn't help but remember his family's trial from the summer and wonder why he had come back. Whereas she was looked upon in the highest respects because of last year, Draco had been literally given the cold shoulder by most of their peers. She wondered why no one had taken the empty seats when she and Neville had been trying to find one, but upon finding out that Draco was right in front of her, she knew that Draco was being shunned.

Not wanting to look at hers that were full of everything he wasn't, Draco looked away.

"Oye Granger, that little one looks like a replica of you!" Blaise said trying to save his friend from Hermione Granger's prying eyes and sympathy.

Draco, Hermione, and Neville looked over at the first years. Indeed one of them did look a bit like Hermione had in her first year. Hair too big for her body and an eager expression mixed with a slight worry of being accepted.

"Aren't these pretty Mere?" Victoire said as she followed her mother and father into the manor with the flowers she and Teddy had picked.

"Tis very." Fleur said smiling down to accept the flowers.

Draco let out a large breath of relief. If Fleur and Bill were here, then the rest would be there soon and take the terrors off his hands.

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