Buckle Up Blondie

Chapter Fourteen:

"What are you staring at?"

Draco blinked slowly. "I'm coming to terms."

Bród shook his head in amusement. "It's been two days since you found out, Draco." The blonde nodded and kept his wide eyes trained on the taller male. "Give it time to sink in. I'm in shock." Bród's mouth twisted down as he whispered, "You regret it?"

Draco placed a small hand over Bród's and quirked his lip in a small smile. "Never. I am happy. But I'm also confused. I know Céad believes humans and your kind could breed but I was not so inclined to agree with him." Bród smiled sweetly, leaning in to rest his forehead against Draco's for a moment.

Aoibh stalked into the dining room at that moment and wrapped his arms around his brother, nuzzling his neck. It seemed pregnancy was Aoibh's downfall. The man became downright bearable with the thoughts of a new baby entering the house. Draco smirked as the smaller of the two aliens pulled away in search of food. "I intend to keep you in a permanent state of pregnancy, Bród, I like Aoibh like this far better." Draco announced, effectively causing the dark-haired man to choke on his drink.

Ciúin rushed in with wide eyes as Draco was tending to Bród. "Where is everyone?" He gasped. Draco frowned. "Mawha, Ahha and Spraoí have gone to the Centre. Láid is patrolling the forest as far as I know. What has happened?" Ciúin shook his head, "Aoibh go get the family, Láid has returned. Draco you're needed in the front room, now." Draco glanced at Bród curiously, who shrugged din response. It wasn't like the sweet red head to get so worked up that he forgot his manners.

The pair followed Ciúín into the room swiftly. At the sight of the group now seated in his home, Draco frowned in bafflement, mouth popping open. Humans? One face caught his eye suddenly and he gave an unmanly yelp of surprise. "Potter!"

The man who so resembled his old classmate was matured, aging and yet he gaped at Draco with obvious recognition. "Malfoy." He whispered.

Draco shook his head in bewilderment. "What, how did you...? You're so old..." Harry gave a surprise bark of laughter, "and you haven't aged a day." Draco darted forward to grasp the man's arms, jumping when he realised he no longer had to look down at the other man. "I don't understand! How can you have aged this much? I've only been gone a month!" Harry looked at Draco sadly. "It's been over thirty five years since you went missing, Draco." He whispered.

He sighed as the blonde man withdrew his hands as though burned and looked into Harry's face with disbelief plain in his eyes. "Draco, I am so sorry. I should have tried harder for your freedom, this should not have happened to you. I..." The blonde shook his head slowly, a small sad smile tugging his lips. "I don't blame you, Potter. Not in the slightest. You were doing what you do best, saving people." He stared at the older version of Harry Potter.

Harry frowned suddenly. "How the bloody hell did you end up here?" the wizard gestured around him, eyeing the creatures warily. Draco's eyes darkened and he sneered lightly. "Muggles," he snarled, "Sit and I'll tell you everything but.. I want your story too and who are...?" The blonde trailed off as he examined the three strangers. The twins that stared back at him could only be Potter's offspring and the female looked at him with suspicious green eyes. Harry's eyes. Draco winced in discomfort.

"Your children are the same age as me."

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Bród watched Draco speak with the strangers, mostly to the elder stranger. The man's skin looked old in a way Bród had only imagined possible for parchment and paper, dried out with time. It was incredible.

Two young males sat on the floor cushions, near copies of the elder man apart from their piercing blue gaze. Bród would have called them twins had one not been so considerably shorter than the other. The small boy glanced at him suddenly, his limbs and torso more delicate even than Draco's, and looked away, pale. The poor human was probably petrified. Bród forced Láid and Ciúin to sit and look friendly.

Bród's gaze was continually drawn to the exotic creature standing beside the small one. Its delicate, soft features were more alien to him than any of the others and over-shadowed even the fair-faced Ciúin. Pouted lips parted with each breath and heavily lashed eyes of leaf green gazed around the room curiously. Its hips curved smoothly in a way that couldn't help but draw the eye and two small mounds rested peculiarly on its chest. This was most definitely a female and judging from Ciúin's open-mouthed gaze, she was all his friend had hoped her to be and more.

The door opened suddenly and his parents made their way in, halting with wide eyes when they noticed the newcomers. Draco beckoned them forward with a smile, "They are friends, Mawha, Ahha, my friends from Earth. They have travelled here by magic." The blonde said softly. Darr and Lae regarded the strangers curiously as they sat nearby. "They can be trusted, Draco?" Darr asked warily, eyes pinned on the elder human suspiciously. Spraoí and Aoibh edged closer to the two youngest boys curiously.

"Of course we can be trusted," the smallest male said in Latin in a near whisper, eyeing the approaching aliens as he tried to hide behind his brother, "we are Potters." Draco snorted and eyed the youngest, "The Potters can be trusted," he agreed with a smile at Darr, "They are renowned in our society on Earth for being goody-goody Gryffindors." Harry grinned, hearing only the word Gryffindor and chuckling at Draco's sneer. Albus scowled furiously, and turned on Draco, "I am a Slytherin you pompous git and that goody-goody Gryffindor saved your hide so show some respect."

Draco's mouth popped open silently and he scowled at the smaller boy. Harry intervened swiftly, pushing his son back onto the cushion and offering a hand to Darr. The taller male smirked and shook his head before offering his own hand in the greeting way he knew was familiar to Draco's people. "I don't know you, elder, but if you are a friend of Draco's, you are welcome in my home."

"Are you the only one who speaks Latin then?" a voice sounded in Albus' ear and he jumped, torso twisting to look at the smirking golden-haired alien with the bright green eyes. "Yes," he stammered, body tensing as his earlier bout of courage abandoned him. The alien grinned at him with a feral smile. "Introduce me to your... female friend." He purred, eyes straying to where Lily stood, arms folded. "She is glorious."