|Slash Pervert (slashpervert) wrote,|
@ 2009-07-06 23:28:00
|Entry tags:||fiction, h/d, the charming prince|
Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 1: Ball and Chain
Title: Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (Book Seven in The Bound Prince Series.)
Authors: slashpervert, with co-authors sayingsorry_hh and brknhalo241.
Betas: asm614 and Mini Mouse.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 1/41
Chapter Title: Ball and Chain
Words: 2983 Words
"Ron, you're dressed completely in white and you're sitting on the floor," said Harry, bending down to talk to his friend. "If Hermione saw that, she would kill you and then she would kill me for letting you sit on the floor."
Ron groaned. "A bit of dirt is better than me being sick on it," he said weakly.
Harry sighed. "You're not going to be sick," he said.
"Easy for you to say," said Ron, raising his head from his knees. "Your stomach's not .... Oh, Merlin." He dropped his head again.
Harry was silent for a few moments. He remembered being nervous before his own wedding, but he hadn't been nearly as nervous as Ron was now. "Look, mate," he said, grasping Ron's shoulder. "What's the big deal? Really? You love Hermione, she loves you, you asked her to marry you and now you two are going to do it."
"Yeah, well it all sounds well and good when it's said like that," Ron replied, his voice muffled by his own knees.
"And how would you say it?" Harry asked. "Everything I just said is completely true."
"So what," said Ron. "What if something happens? What if we fight all the time? What if we – if we – if we have – ugly children or something!"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You're getting married," he said. "There's bound to be something happening. You and Hermione have always fought since the very first day you met and you still love each other. It's just a thing with you two. And there's no way you two could have ugly children. You're both great-looking!" He smiled amusedly at Ron's antics.
Ron didn't seem convinced. "Maybe she's too good for me," he said quietly. "I mean, look at me. I work as a clerk for my brothers. I don't have a real job. Who knows if this broomstick thing is ever going to work? I couldn't even pay for most of this wedding. I'm using your place and your food and I even bloody live with you. I'm nothing but a big, daft prat. Hermione could be working in the Ministry and travelling the world or something, helping house-elves, and werewolves, and centaurs."
"Ron, look at me," Harry told him. Ron did so reluctantly. "Do you honestly think that anything could stop Hermione from doing what she wants to do?"
Ron shrugged, but then gave his head a little shake no.
"Exactly," said Harry. "Which means she is where she wants to be. And, Ron, you're a hell of a man. You have a job, you're starting your own business and maybe you'll even have your own company one day. That's more than a lot of people can say – hell – that's more than I can say. You two'll be happy. I married Draco Malfoy and I'm happy. If we can do it, how can you possibly think you can't?"
Ron let out a small sigh, and seemed heartened by Harry's words.
"Now get up, brush yourself off, and go get married." Harry smiled. "Or else you are nothing but a big, daft prat."
Ron's lips quirked up at the corners and he allowed Harry to help him to his feet.
Draco had been running since early morning. At least it felt like that. He had had to reset the house wards to allow for an entire list of people invited to the wedding, including a great number of Hermione's Muggle relatives. The house-elves were preparing the food, but he had hired witches and wizards to serve it and do anything that would be seen by the Muggles. And he had had to warn them, strongly, not to use any visible magic.
He had been dressed and ready to receive guests as they arrived both by Floo for the wizarding folk (in a side room because of the Muggles) and the Muggles at the front door. Luckily, Ron had a lot of brothers who were all put to good use as ushers and were leading guests out to the Rose Gardens where the wedding was taking place.
Now Draco stood in front of Ron's room and knocked, wondering in what state he would find the man.
Harry looked round at the door as Ron brushed off his white tuxedo. It was wizard-made, but the style of it was more Muggle, with trousers instead of robes. Harry crossed the room and turned the doorknob, pulling it open to see his husband standing there.
Draco stood in his grey tux, looking almost like a black and white photograph, except for the colour of his lips as he smiled. "He able to walk?" he teased.
Harry smiled. "Only just now," he said, turning his head to Ron, who still looked rather pale.
"Going to need any potions?" Draco asked, grinning at how delicious Harry looked in his matching dark blue tux.
"Eh, he'll be all right," Harry answered. "Won't you, Ron?"
Ron took a deep breath, examining himself in a mirror as he tried to get the small spot of something from the floor off his bum. He gave up and did a Cleaning Charm instead. "Yeah, I'll – I'll be all right," he said.
Harry looked back at Draco. "See?" he said, grinning as well. "He's fine." He raised his eyebrows.
"Well, most of the guests are here," Draco said. "So everything is ready when he is. I think the bride is getting anxious to have this underway."
Ron took another deep breath at Draco's words.
"Make that all the guests are here," said a voice from behind Draco. Mr Weasley stood there, smiling into the room at his son. "Fred's just seated the last one."
"They're all here?" Ron said, paling a little more. "So we can start then?"
"Yes, we can start when you're ready," said Mrs Weasley tearfully. Harry hadn't noticed her behind her husband. She edged into the room, wearing a dress of the same colour light blue as the bridesmaids, and pulled Ron into her arms. "Oh, I can't believe my little Ronnie is getting married," she sobbed.
Some colour returned to Ron's face as he blushed.
"And Hermione just looks simply beautiful," she continued. "I was just in to see her and – Oh, Ronnie."
"Come now, Molly," said Mr Weasley, stepping into the room as well and laying a hand on Mrs Weasley's back. "You'll drown the boy in tears." He smiled at Ron, his own eyes sparkling with happiness.
Draco grinned, always amused by the way Mr and Mrs Weasley could turn everyone around them into children in their eyes.
"So, if I know Hermione, you had better get your arse down there and be waiting at that altar before she gets nervous," Draco prompted.
Mrs Weasley cupped Ron's face in her hands. "He's right," she told him, sniffling.
"I know, Mum," Ron answered. Mrs Weasley's tears, ironically, appeared to have a slight calming effect on Ron as he stood a bit straighter and took a deep breath.
Mr Weasley grasped his shoulders and rubbed them a few times. "Places then, son," he said with another weepy smile.
Ron nodded and they all made their way out into the gardens, where all the guests were chattering. They quieted down though when they saw who was coming.
Harry could see Sirius struggling to keep a hold on a squirming Valen, Remus's arms laden with a, thankfully, sleeping April.
Seeing that the wedding was about to start, Bill, Percy, Fred, and George all took their places behind their parents, Ron, and Harry and Draco.
The music, played on piano by one of Ron's aunts, began, and Mr and Mrs Weasley started down the aisle. Mrs Granger was already waiting. She and the Mrs Weasley each lit a candle representing their families, leaving a third candle waiting for Hermione and Ron to light. Then they took their seats in the front row and Ron followed after them down the aisle, taking his place at the end. Harry stood next to him, and Draco next to Harry. Bill was after that, followed by Percy and Fred and George, and then the music grew louder as the first bridesmaid began to make her way down.
The girl was a young cousin of Hermione's, and followed by another of her cousins. Luna came down next, staring happily around at all the guests with Fleur following after her, looking radiant in the pale blue. Tonks's hair was the same shade as her dress, and Ginny was the last to come down, her dress slightly different from the others, just as Harry's tux was slightly different from those of the other men. Then the music changed to a beautiful, classical-sounding melody that Harry didn't know, but liked all the same.
McGonagall raised her hands for everyone to stand, and they did so, eagerly looking for the bride.
Hermione came into view then, accompanied by her mother. Harry could hear Ron's swallow. She looked more gorgeous than Harry had ever seen her look. Her hair was pulled partially up, the curls very smooth with tiny little white flowers woven into them. Her dress was beautiful and full of delicate white lace and ribbon, reminding Harry of one of April's dresses, only even lovelier. It trailed behind her as she walked, her eyes filled with happy tears.
Ron's ears were very red and Harry wondered if he was even going to be able to move.
Draco stood in the garden full of blooming roses and watched his friends. Ron made him want to laugh but, with some effort, Draco managed to keep his amused but calm expression. Until he saw Hermione. Then his mouth actually opened in surprise. He remembered being surprised by her back at the Winter Ball in fourth year. Yet, now, she looked lovelier than he had ever seen her. He knew the woman had intelligence and strength, especially after all they had been through. Now he thought he saw her through Ron's eyes. Draco smiled and looked to his husband then.
Harry smiled back at Draco briefly, before McGonagall asked Ron and Hermione to join hands.
Hermione kissed her mother, who squeezed her hand and went to take her seat. Hermione faced Ron and held her hands out, and it took him a moment to do the same.
Harry smiled, watching and listening as McGonagall said words that were similar to the ones she had spoken at Harry and Draco's wedding. Hermione's vows were well thought out and beautiful, while Ron's were bumbling but very sincere. Harry and Ginny handed the couple their wedding bands, which they exchanged.
"And it is now with great pleasure that I give you Mr and Mrs Weasley," Professor McGonagall intoned. "You may now kiss."
Ron grabbed Hermione eagerly, bringing happy chuckles and peals of laughter from the guests as they applauded.
Draco heard a high pitched cry and looked over to see Remus struggling with a now awake and angry April. Beside him, Valen was bouncing excitedly in Sirius' arms. Draco grinned.
Once Ron had finally released Hermione, who was laughing along with everyone else, she took his arm and began down the aisle with him. There were noises like firecrackers before streamers exploded into the air, no doubt the work of Fred and George judging from their grins.
Harry smiled, offering his arm to Ginny as they followed after the newlyweds.
Draco stepped up and held his arm for his cousin and Tonks winked at him as she took it. Some of the Muggle family members seemed to stare at them disapprovingly but Draco just smirked as he followed his husband and Ginny.
Once down the aisle and away from the crowds of friends and family, Ron and Hermione turned to each other and kissed again. Ron's ears were still slightly red and Hermione's make-up was a little streaked, but they looked perfect. Harry wasn't sure if he'd ever seen either of them so happy. He and Ginny grinned at one another.
Draco smiled, taking his place in the receiving line between Ginny and Fleur as the guests filed past, greeting each person and shaking hands.
As soon as all of the guests were being guided into the ballroom in the Manor, where the reception was taking place, Harry stepped over to Ron and Hermione, grinning still. "Mr and Mrs Weasley, eh?" he said.
"It's so strange, isn't it?" said Hermione, but the way she was beaming suggested that she really didn't think there was anything strange about it.
Tonks laughed. "Hermione, I don't know if I can think of you as Mrs Weasley," she said.
"Mrs Weasley she is," said Ron, smiling as he remained close to Hermione even as she hugged her mother tightly.
"Yes, and now zer are three of us," said Fleur happily as she slipped an arm about Bill's waist.
Draco smiled but rolled his eyes, reaching his arm around Harry and pulling him close to his own body.
"Tell me, Ron," said Fred, leaning an arm on one of Ron's shoulders. "Can you feel the ball and chain already?"
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Just wait until he's got ickle Rons and Hermiones running about. Once the rugrats come, then he'll really feel it," said George.
"Oh, because you two know so much about commitment of any kind," said Mrs Weasley, kissing Ron's cheek and then rubbing the lipstick away.
"Oi, we've got lots of commitment," said George.
"Yeah, loads," Fred agreed, and then in an undertone, "A couple of girls tell us to meet them at a pub in town every week and we go – faithfully, I might add."
Draco smiled. He leant in and whispered in Harry's ear. "Are you my ball and chain? And if so, when do you tie me up again?"
Harry gave Draco a sly smile and a sideways look. "Anytime you like," he replied. "Although I suppose that would be all the time which means we would have missed the wedding." He grinned and kissed Draco lightly.
Draco blushed and grinned happily with the answer.
Tonks snorted. "'Suppose we'd better get the photos done before these two start up again."
"Oh, Merlin, you're right!" Fred exclaimed, leaping as if suddenly remembering something important. "We're at a wedding! Do you have the camera, George?"
George did actually pull out a small camera, though Harry was sure it was a joke. He pointed it at Harry and Draco as if concentrating hard. "They're in the wedding party this time," he said. "Maybe they'll do something different."
Mrs Weasley whacked both laughing twins on their heads with her handbag.
Draco laughed too. "Maybe later; right now the wedding photographer is waiting to get the posed shots."
"Yes, and you're behaving like utter --" Percy began.
"Children," Fred and George finished with him. "We know, Perce. We know."
Percy looked indignant but marched off with everyone else to get the pictures taken.
Draco didn't mind posing for pictures and did an admirable job not pinching his husband’s arse during – well, at least most of the time.
While standing off to the side for a short break as the photographer took shots of only the bride and groom, Harry muttered to Draco, "You know, I think weddings really do turn you on." He raised an eyebrow, grabbing Draco's hand playfully as he felt it inching towards his arse again.
Draco leant over, breath in Harry's ear as he whispered, "Yes. How long do you think we have before you have to give the toast?"
Harry raised both eyebrows at that, but shivered at Draco's breath on his skin. "Do you mean before or after we retrieve our bouncing and screaming children?" He chuckled quietly, trying to resist the lips that were so achingly close.
"Merde," Draco sighed, resting his forehead against the side of his husband's head. "I stay hard for you much longer and I won't be able to walk," he complained.
"Ball and chain," Harry teased, though the thought of Draco hard for him was just as wonderfully pleasing as it always was.
"Tease, now you got me thinking of chains," Draco hissed but smiled.
Harry turned to face Draco, arms around his neck as he grinned up at him. "Remus and Sirius would kill us, and so would Ron and Hermione if I were to miss the speech time." He spoke reason, though the longer he looked at Draco, the harder he was getting. He wondered if either of them would be able to walk soon without hurting themselves.
"Promise to shag me as soon as we can?" Draco asked, the desire in his husband's eyes making his heart beat faster.
"I promise," Harry practically purred, and then could see the twins, and several others for that matter, staring at them. He casually pulled away, taking a quiet, deep breath as he watched Ron and Hermione pose together.
Draco blushed but otherwise tried to behave himself. He shifted uncomfortably in the now too tight trousers. He was relieved when the photos were complete and they could move on to the reception.
As Harry had thought, Valen was still bouncing and April was still crying, though not as loudly as before. He scooped her into his arms, rocking her back and forth, the soft frills of her dress swaying with the movement.
Valen screamed "Dada Daco," and held out his hands to the blond. Draco laughed and picked up the squirming boy. Valen proceeded to babble at him, apparently telling him what he thought of everything.
April eventually settled down to quiet little hiccups as Harry rocked her.
"She's going to be quite something," said Sirius, whose hair had been neat but was now very dishevelled – no doubt due to Valen's hands.
"Going to be?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"Vroom, vroom," Valen yelled attempting to jump from Draco's arms.
"No broom right now," the blond told him. "My mother told me I was like that," he admitted, gesturing to their daughter, "though I never quite believed her before April was born."
"The calm and collected Draco Malfoy was like April?" Harry asked with an amused smile.
Draco blushed. "A screamer, I was told," Draco admitted.
"Well, I can believe that one," Harry said with another sly smile that Sirius laughed at, even though Harry was usually the loud one and knew it.
[They do like weddings!]