Weremouse

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait, but I'm having trouble ending this. The ending is coming, but this is not it. It's a long one, at least for me at just over 2,000 words. It'll be a while before I post the next chapter. School has been taking a lot of my time, and I've been writing a little here and there, so I hope you like this chapter.

Draco finds out....

Chapter 45

Draco had had an uneasy feeling the whole time away from Harry and their babies. It had been the first time he had spent more than a day away from them, and so he chalked his feelings down to that. He had had fun on the trip, nevertheless he was extremely happy as his small group approached Hogwart’s. He would have headed straight for his and Harry’s rooms except his arms were full of the supplies they had been collecting, and they would need to be stored right away or they would go bad, thereby wasting their efforts. He and the rest made their way to Severus’s lab, where for the next hour they put everything away. He did send the two house-elves on to check on the Harry and the babies. This weekend had been good for him, because Severus had excepted him as an apprentice, which would allow Harry, their children and him to remain in the rooms the occupied currently. Harry had revealed to him that Hogwart’s was the first real home that he had known. He admitted of course that he was sure when his parents had been alive their home had been, but he barely had any memories of that time, and those had come from his run-ins with the Dementors, and were not happy ones. He hoped Harry would be happy about his apprenticeship.

He walked with Hermione and Ron to his rooms. They came along with him because they wanted to pick up their daughter, since this was the longest they had been separated from her. The couple had kept sneaking off together and coming back very rumpled all weekend.

He let them into the sitting room, where he saw Harry curled up on the couch. He saw that Harry had his ears and tail out, and wasn’t wearing a glamour to disguise it. Draco approached the couch as he waved Hermione and Ron on to the nursery, where the babies and Winky were. He jumped on top of Harry, careful to not squish him. And leaned forward and kissed him. Harry’s eyes flickered open briefly, before closing again, and his arms wrapped around Draco’s back, before drifting downwards and rubbing along the swell of his butt. He pushed upward with his hips as he pulled Draco downwards, and Draco felt the stirrings of lust forming in his groin. Then he groaned because he heard snickering behind him. He pulled away and sat on the couch before pulling Harry onto his lap and cuddling him. He loved a drowsy Harry, he was always so pliable. He noticed that it was Ron holding his daughter against his chest.

Harry soon had enough of that though, especially since he had news to share with Draco. “Where’s Hermione?” he asked when he noticed Ron was standing there holding Seethru.

“She wanted to talk to Winky about something, so she said to keep you company,” Ron answered, talking to the baby. He was holding her up and cooing at her.

Harry thought quickly, he knew if Hermione was in with the babies, it wouldn’t be long before she counted them, and realized that the fourth wasn’t her own. “Umm, Draco, I have something to tell you. It’s importa….”

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! Get your butt in here. You have some explaining to do,” Hermione’s voice called out from the nursery.

“Uh-oh,” Harry said as he transformed into a mouse, before Draco could catch him. He scampered towards the nursery and quickly was inside and locking the door, before Draco caught up with him. He turned to look at Hermione who was now holding Jasmine in her arms. “Ummm, you shouldn’t have said anything. Now Draco thinks I did something bad!”

“And you didn’t?” Hermione asked pointedly, glancing down at the baby she held in her arms. “Where did this baby come from? Last I checked, there wasn’t anybody pregnant when I left, and you don’t know anybody who would just give you a baby. And don’t say you found her in a cabbage patch,” she said quickly, remembering that had been his answer in second year to her question, ‘Do you know where babies come from?’ “Or, that she was left on your doorstep.”

“Well, ummm, you see…it’s ummm….like this…you see,” Harry paused to gather his thoughts.”

“Well, no I don’t, Harry. Where did this baby come from?” Hermione asked again patiently.

“Yes, Harry, do tell us, where you got another baby from. Because I know, you would have told me at least if you were pregnant,” Draco said from behind him. He had gotten the door open quietly, and now stood leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Harry whirled around as soon as Draco started talking. He then walked to Hermione, softly prying her hands away from his daughter. He carried her over to Draco before placing her in his arms, who had unfolded his arms as Harry approached and stood up straighter. Harry said softly, “Draco, meet Jasmine Raemi Delphine Potter, your daughter. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

Draco’s heart instantly melted as he beheld the newest addition to his family. He noticed the red hair, and ran his fingers through it, looking up at Harry, and joked, “Red hair? Are you sure this is mine, and not the Weasel’s?”

“Hey! I resent that. I would never have a baby I didn’t know about,” Ron protested as he handed Seethru to Hermione. He went and picked up Detoo, who had woken from all the noise and was starting to fuss. He patted his back as he walked over to Draco and glanced down at Jasmine, “Geez, Harry, she’s big. I think she’s bigger than Ginny was as a baby, and she was almost 12 pounds. She almost as big as Detoo, here.”

“She was born yesterday,” Harry continued, as if he hadn’t been interrupted, and cupped the back of her head around Draco’s hand. He then continued to tell the other three about the rest of his weekend including the spell he had cast on himself. Then he mentioned the thing he had been teaching the babies.

Draco was the first to respond, “You’ve been doing WHAT with our children?!”

“I’ve been training them to transform. They are weremice. Lydia said most weremice babies are started at about 9 months, but some have been known to transform as early as six months,” Harry paused, before revealing his news, “The reason I even asked Lydia is because Gwen already transforms partially. I’ve actually been keeping a glamour on her, because she prefers it.” Seeing that Gwen and James were awake and had rolled over and were watching them through the slats of their crib, he walked over and picked them up, “Hey babies. Did you sleep well?” he asked.

Gwen answered back in squeaks, “Mommy! Eat now?”

Draco sputtered, “Did she just ask if it was time to eat?”

“Yeah. Oh, yeah, they can talk in the weremouse language. So can Seethru, actually.”

Ron interrupted at this point, “You mean our daughter can talk, but we just can’t understand her?” Hermione also looked interested in hearing the answer, as she glanced at them over the top of Cleo’s head.

Harry paused, he wasn’t sure if he should tell them about the fact that he had been feeding their daughter and that because of that she would take on some characteristics of a weremouse. He waited to long, or his thoughts appeared on his face, because Draco said, “What have you done, Harry?”

Harry shook his head, “What makes you think I did anything. I was just thinking about something.”

“Yeah, like what?” Hermione asked, “What have you done to my daughter, you crazy mouse-boy?” Then, she laughed, her face relaxing, “Just kidding. You should see your face, Harry. You looked like you wanted to run, but you couldn’t because of the babies. Now, what having you been doing that has you, so worried? I know it can’t be anything bad, because you would never do anything to harm her. So tell us, we won’t hurt you.”

“At least, not permanently,” Ron interjected.

“Hey, you can’t threaten him,” Draco said, from behind Harry. But as soon as Harry sent him a grateful smile, he said, “Only I’m allowed to do that,” and he swatted Harry lightly on the butt, so as not to disturb the babies.

All of a sudden, the babies started squeak-babbling. They were hungry, and they wanted to eat now!

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They were soon involved in feeding the babies, Hermione feed Cleo, Draco Detoo, Ron James, and Harry had his two daughters. Draco and Ron were using the green and red bottles respectively, and Harry and Hermione were breastfeeding. Cleo suddenly pushed away from Hermione, with a squeaky ,“No,” not that Hermione could understand her. She started crying, and when Hermione held her up to check her diaper, cleo caught sight of Harry feeding Jasmine and Gwen, and she stopped crying instantly and blew a milk bubble at him. She reached her arms towards Harry, squeaking, “Eat?” Hermione, seeing that Cleo was no longer crying and not wet, moved her back to her breast and Cleo gave a suck before starting to cry again. Bawling now. Hermione moved the baby to her shoulder, and instantly she quieted, as she could see Harry again. Hermione went and grabbed a pink bottle out of the fridge, and cast the charm to heat it to body temp. She tested it against her wrist, before popping it into Cleo’s mouth, who gave a couple of sucks before spitting the nipple out along with some of the milk, before crying even harder.

By now, the rest of the babies had finished eating and been burped. Draco and Ron were now playing with the triplets on the floor, rolling a ball around between them and the babies.

Harry came up to a now crying Hermione carrying Jasmine, and said, “How about we trade,” before prying Seethru away from Hermione, and placing Jasmine in her arms. Seethru instantly stopped crying and started squeaking happily. “Hand me the bottle,” he said holding his hand out. Hermione handed it to him, startled that Cleo had quieted as soon as she was in Harry’s arms.

“How did you… Why would she… Am I such a bad mother…” She contemplated out loud.

“Hermione, its not that. She just got used to me feeding her. That’s all. See? She’s drinking her bottle just fine. Go put Jasmine down, she’s asleep again, and come back and sit with us,” Harry said as Seethru started to drink from the pink bottle. As Hermione walked away, he squeaked, “Baby, you’re going to have to start drinking your mom’s milk. You’re just lucky I had one of Gwen’s bottles, over here and was able to transform the color to pink, and hide your bottle. Remember, this is just a sometime thing, not permanent. You can’t be drinking my milk all the time.” He squeaked softly so that Draco couldn’t hear him. Hermione returned and he pulled her against his side, and put Seethru on her lap, and gradually transferred the bottle to her, but he kept touching Seethru, until she was finished eating, then he let Hermione burp her.

Suddenly, Draco gave a small laugh, “That’s my son!”

Harry looked over at the group and smirked. Detoo had just summoned the ball to himself.

“Harry! Look! He called the ball to himself!” Draco said excitedly.

Harry smiled at him indulgently, “I told you that they could do magic? Didn’t I? Watch. Seethru, seeethrruuu,” he held up a conjured pink teddy bear, and waved it at her. She watched him for a second before putting her hands towards it and squeaking, “Mine.”

Hermione than nuzzled her daughter, to show her that she was very proud of her. Then the four ‘grown-ups’ continued to play with the babies, until it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry smiled as he wondered how everyone would react to him having four babies now. Of course, they probably wouldn’t even notice.

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A/N: Tell me what you think. Any request for sceens? Next up, Severus finds out.