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Underground Truth - My Guest Blog at Book Wenches

2009-11-06T03:50:36Z

I was invited to contribute a Guest Blog at the review site, Book Wenches. The article focuses on the role of research fiction, using the way non-fiction contributed to the story ideas in Faewolf.

You can read it at: Underground Truth – Researching the Supernatural in a Paranormal Romance

And their review of Faewolf can be found HERE.

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 36: Looking for Trouble

2009-11-05T07:20:02Z

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 35: The Limits of Magic

2009-11-03T08:20:59Z

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FAEWOLF - Finalist in The Rainbow Awards

2009-10-30T00:53:42Z

I am awed to find out that Faewolf has been chosen as a Jury's Choice Finalist in The Rainbow Awards (For LGBT Ficiton and Non-Fiction). I had no idea we were even in the running!

For a list of Finalists and more information about The Rainbow Awards see: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/849846.html

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 34: Promise Me

2009-10-29T08:10:46Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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: 34/41
Chapter Title: Promise Me
Words: 4204 Words

By the time they arrived home, Luna and Neville had already bathed the children and put them to bed. Draco thanked them both and ushered them to the Floo while Harry Apparated upstairs to check on Valen, April and Severus who were all sleeping soundly. Closing their door, he made his way to the master suite and sat down heavily on the bed. Harry stared up at the ceiling, his body aching but no match for the ache in his heart. He wondered why it was that nobody ever got to say goodbye.

Toeing off his shoes, Harry let them drop to the floor, not bothering to put them away. He was already dreading the talk with the children in the morning, especially because he knew Valen wouldn't rest until he felt all of his questions were answered which presented a problem since there were no answers. He hoped that Draco would be able to come up with the right words because Harry knew for sure that he couldn't.

Harry glanced over to the side when he heard the small crack of Apparition in the hall and Draco then came into the bedroom, his pale face reflecting all of the weariness and sorrow that Harry knew was probably on his own face. Harry held one hand out. "Please just be with me for a moment, love," he asked in a tired voice. "The children are fine; just come here, please."

Draco took his husband's hand, allowing himself to be pulled close. Harry was sitting on the side of the bed and Draco stood there in front of him, looking down . He brought his other hand up to cup Harry's cheek, thumb caressing. "With you, always," he whispered.

"Always?" Harry asked, leaning into Draco's touch. He heard the tone of pleading in his own voice but couldn't help it. "Can you promise me that?"

Draco understood the need in Harry's tone, in his eyes. During the war, Draco had actually died several times but had been brought back by Harry's need, his magic forcing Draco's body to heal. "I would do anything to stay beside you," he admitted.

"I know, because you have already, but – but can you promise me, Draco?" Harry looked up at Draco, his hands now fisted in his husband's shirt, pulling him closer. "I want to hear you say it."

"I promise," Draco swore, and wrapped his arms around Harry. They both knew it was a promise he might not be able to keep, but it was certainly one he was willing to do everything possible to fulfill.

Harry bowed his head and shook it. He knew Draco would promise him anything and walk through fire to make it happen but this promise was impossible and Harry knew it. Until today, he might have believed it but his trust in forever had been broken. "If promises keep people alive then why is Arthur gone, Draco? Can you tell me that?"

Draco sighed, moving to sit beside Harry on the bed and kicking off his own shoes. "I had a talk with Bill," he said, turning to face Harry.

Harry shifted on the bed until he faced Draco and laid one hand on his husband's knee. "Did he know anything? Was his dad sick?"

Draco took a deep breath, looking down for a moment to collect his thoughts ... or to avoid the intensity of Harry's eyes. "He had a weak heart," he admitted.

"A weak heart? That doesn't make sense." Harry frowned and lowered his own head a bit trying to catch Draco's eye. "He worked for the Ministry and was a member of the Order, for Merlin's sake. Wouldn't they have had to know something like that?"

Draco felt his own cheeks flush and he forced himself to look into his husband's face. He wanted to kiss him or do something to ease the pain he saw there but knew he had tell him what he knew. "They did," he said. "Bill told me."

"Everybody knew? How could the Order know without anyone telling me?" Harry felt the clutch of anger pulling him close. "I led the fucking Order, Draco, how did I not know!"

Draco winced. He knew Harry would take it this way. "Not everyone," he assured him. "Just some of the older members of the Order."

"So why wouldn't they tell me? How was I supposed to lead the Order if I didn't even know who was strong enough to fight?" Harry's eyes caught Draco's and held them steadily, never blinking or looking away. He was nearly growling now. "It makes no fucking sense that something like that would be kept from me when I might have been making it worse. I just want to know why!"

"Arthur didn't want anyone to know. Bill told me that Arthur had been bitten by Nagini and the venom had weakened his heart," Draco explained. The attack by the snake had happened before Draco had joined the Order.

Harry shot off the bed and found himself backing away until he was blocked by the dresser. "Nagini?" he heard himself say over the pounding in his head. "Arthur is dead because of m – because of the attack?"

In the rational part of Harry's mind, he knew that Voldemort had ordered the attack and the snake had carried it out but time didn't erase the feelings imprinted inside of him that remembered how it felt to glide toward the unsuspecting man and lunge forward, sinking sharp fangs into yielding skin. And now, all these years later, the results Voldemort had intended to happen were now a reality. Arthur was dead. Harry felt as if icy water had been injected into his veins as he stared at Draco in shock.

Draco was nearly knocked to the floor as Harry sprang away, magic crackling. "What? What is it?" he asked, frightened now.

"What is it? What is it?!" Harry's hands curled into fists. He could feel the guilt and the rage coursing through him and he needed a target but Voldemort was dead; Harry had already killed the crazy bastard. There was nobody left to destroy but if he didn't find a way to release everything, he feared he would destroy himself. And maybe he deserved it. "I saw the attack, Draco! I was fucking there and we took too long! I sat in Dumbledore's office talking about it while he was bleeding to death and if I had convinced them faster -" Harry had lifted his hands, clutching at his hair, when he suddenly thrust one downward and back until it slammed into the dresser behind him.

Draco was shaking as he got to his feet, hands open, placating. "Harry, it's the past, it's not your fault," he pleaded with his husband, not even clear what Harry was talking about.

"How can you say that?" Harry shot back, his voice caught between a snarl and a moan. "It was me!! It wasn't fucking enough that I had to see what that bastard saw but he had to go further and it was me in that bloody snake. I tracked him down and I went after him ... Arthur never saw it coming and when I told Dumbledore, I – I wanted to hurt him too." Harry closed his eyes as he remembered the anguish he had felt when he believed that he really had attacked Arthur, wanting him dead. The pain was shoved away just as quickly with the returning anger. "I took too long, Draco! That's why they never told me; because they already knew it was my fucking fault!"

They had hit upon one of those things where Draco knew he didn't have the whole story and had missed something important. Harry's anger rippled over his skin, Draco's heart beating faster with fear and worry for his husband. He walked closer, hands still out, hoping he could calm Harry down. "I can't believe that. I don't believe you hurt Arthur or that anyone, especially Arthur, blamed you."

Harry slipped quickly away from the dresser and put more distance between himself and Draco. He realised, in a rush of memory, that Draco didn't belong to him when the attack had taken place and probably had no idea what he was saying. Harry felt very alone in that moment. Trying to control his emotions, Harry gave his husband a sad smile and asked, "Who am I, Draco?"

Draco swallowed hard, confused and frightened by Harry's behaviour. He quit advancing when he saw Harry scramble away from him. "You are mine – my love, my husband," he said softly.

Harry nodded and pointed toward the window, his finger trembling. "But everyone out there thinks I belong to them. I'm Harry Potter. The most powerful wizard in the world ...."

The glass in the window that Harry was pointing at shimmered briefly and when Harry made a second gesture the glass liquefied and ran to the floor in puddles of water as if the pane had been made of melting ice. Harry turned and waved his hand at the tall dresser which emitted a strange puffing sound before collapsing to the floor in a pile of ashes as if a scorching inferno had eaten away at the wood. Harry could feel the release of his magic as he raised both hands now and sent the flames in each wall sconce leaping high to lick at the ceilings and create black streaks that knit themselves together into a sinister version of a dark shadowy sky.

Tears ran down Harry's face now as he looked at Draco and he felt ashamed at the fear he saw on his husband's face but he didn't know how to help him when he couldn't help himself. One last wave of his right hand and everything that was wrong became right. The water leapt back to the window as a solid sheet of glass, the flames lowered and the ceiling gleamed softly while the dresser rose like a phoenix from the ashes. Harry sank to his knees and looked up at Draco, his voice thick with tears, and asked, "What good is it to be the most powerful wizard in the world when I can't even fix one small heart?"

Draco had felt every flick of Harry's fingers, skin buzzing with the magic. His eyes grew wide when he realised the implication. "Oh, Harry," he whispered and stumbled to him, going down beside him and reaching out. "It never occurred to them to tell you," he tried to explain. "Arthur and Molly, and even Bill, they still see you as that young boy they have loved for so many years." It was true. Very few people knew just how powerful Harry had become, but even if the Weasleys had realised it, they still might not have said anything. They gave Harry what he wanted, they loved him for just being Harry. And because of that, they hadn't wanted to trouble him with Arthur's problem.

Harry reached out blindly and wrapped his arms around Draco, holding him tight. "It wouldn't have mattered," he choked out. "My magic couldn't have saved him and even if you promise me forever, my magic can't save you anymore, either. So just promise me that if you leave ... you'll take me with you."

Draco wanted to promise him anything that made Harry feel better, but he drew back to look into his husband's face. "And what about our children? Would you abandon them?"

Harry shook his head and whispered, "No. I just don't want to lose you."

"I know," Draco whispered. He did too. One of his biggest reason for not wanting to remove the Concubine Binding Spell had been this very issue. He didn't want to be without Harry. But their children needed them, even if something happened to one of them. "I am yours. Now and always."

Harry tried to swallow past the lump that was now lodged in his throat and looked at Draco through a blurry film of tears. His shoulders slumped as the last of his anger crept quietly away. "I know ... and I'm yours," he replied, the grief sweeping over him. "I'm going to miss him, Draco. I'm just going to miss – " Harry couldn't finish and tightened his arms around Draco as the tears fell faster.

Draco pressed his cheek to Harry's, nuzzling his damp skin. "I know," he repeated, hands stroking Harry's back too.

Harry tucked his face against Draco's shoulder and cried for Arthur and for Dumbledore and even for his father; all of the men he had looked toward for guidance. He was tired of being angry and he knew that Draco was right; if something happened to one of them then the love they had shared would have to be enough as long as their children needed them. Harry cried until the fabric beneath his face was wet and his throat ached but when the last tear slid off his cheek into the folds of Draco's collar, he realised he felt ... clean.

Harry lifted his head and placed both of his hands on either side of Draco's jaw, his thumbs running over the pale cheeks as he looked into his husband's eyes and saw more love than he ever thought he had a right to expect. Leaning in, he kissed the tip of Draco's nose and whispered, "I want to be with you."

Draco smiled, both at the gesture and the words, then led them both over to the bed. His long nimble fingers reached up to unbutton Harry's shirt. Yes, he knew Harry could strip them with magic, but sometimes Draco liked doing this for them. He liked the way it felt to do it for Harry, to slowly reveal his lover's skin, kissing it as he did.

The muscles beneath Harry's stomach jumped as Draco's fingers brushed over his skin and his eyes never left Draco's face even as his own hands moved forward, knowing exactly where to go as he also began releasing each button from its stitched restraint. The only sound in the room was soft breathing and the beating of Harry's heart which seemed so loud he was sure Draco could hear it. He wished that he could hear Draco's.

Draco pulled Harry's shirt down the tanned arms and let it flutter to the floor, his attention riveted on stroking the expanse of golden skin revealed, mouth quirking into a small smile before he leant down to place feather soft kisses along his husband's collarbone.

Like a conditioned response, Harry's fingers stilled and his head tilted back, baring his throat in trust and desire. He could feel the opposing sensations as Draco's lips touched each spot with heat which cooled immediately when a new spot was discovered. A rough moan emerged from his raw throat until it formed the word, "Please," as it fell from his lips.

Draco's hands slid down Harry's arms, over the man's fingers and then back up to rest on his sides. "Yes, I will give you what you need," he assured him, kissing across the muscled chest to a small red-brown nipple and swirling his tongue around it.

Harry needed this so much. This affirmation that Draco was still with him, beside him, and there was no rush or clawing need yet. One hand gently cupped the back of Draco's neck while the other began running through the long silky strands and he felt his trousers begin to tighten as his body responded to Draco's touch. Looking at his husband, Harry whispered, "You always do."

Draco teased and licked, Harry's nipples hardened to points and his breath turned to gasps. Then Draco slid his own hands down, tracing along the waistband of Harry's trousers to the front. He cupped the growing bulge there with his palm, feeling the warm pulse.

Harry's hips thrust forward, chasing the hand that wasn't rubbing against him yet as his body attempted to remedy that. His gasps lengthened into groans and he could feel the small twitches in his cock that meant the front of his pants were growing sticky with clear fluid. Harry's hands fumbled now for Draco's buttons, needing to finish what he had started so he could feel that smooth skin against his own. "Want to feel you."

Draco shrugged out of his shirt, trembling at the feel of Harry's hands on his bare skin. His own hands moved quickly to unfasten Harry's trousers, pushing them with Harry's shorts, down over the man's hips.

Harry couldn't seem to stop his hands from needing to move over Draco's body as if he were blind and needed to map out every sharp angle, every smooth curve that belonged only to his husband. But it still wasn't enough; it would never be enough and he only hoped he had a lifetime of touching Draco. The hands moved down over the taut stomach and, with quiet urgency, grasped the waistband with both hands and sent a spark of magic to his fingers that left the trousers unbuttoned and gaping open. It only took a second more for the trousers and shorts to be left puddling around Draco's ankles and Harry couldn't hold back anymore. With a strangled cry, he threw himself against Draco.

Harry's magic rippled over Draco, and the moment their skin pressed against each other, he groaned in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around his husband and shifted, lying them both down on the bed.

"I need you inside me," Harry moaned softly, rubbing against Draco like he did after their second kiss. "Please ... I just want to feel better."

Draco rolled Harry onto his back, looking down into his face, stroking Harry's cheek and kissing him softly. "Yes, let me take care of you," he whispered, nudging Harry's legs open with one knee.

Two stray tears, making a late appearance, slid from the corners or Harry's eyes and disappeared into his black hair. He nodded, even as his legs fell open and were spread wide without hesitation, eager for the empty space he had created to be filled by Draco.

Draco braced himself with his silver hand against the bed while his other reached down, caressing the dragon tattoo on Harry's hip before moving over his husband's erection, fingers wrapping around the warm shaft. "Make yourself slick for me, love," he whispered.

"Yes," Harry whispered back, neither of them wanting to disturb the quiet that blanketed the room. With the smallest of movements, Harry felt the cool fluids coating his insides and he clenched down involuntarily, forcing some of the lubrication to slip out of his body and make a shiny path toward his lower back. Harry reached out for Draco. "In me."

Draco kept his gaze on his lover's face as he complied, moving his hand lower, finding the sick opening and pushing a finger gently inside.

Harry shook his head. He desperately needed to feel something other than the grief that held him like a jealous lover. Gentle fingers wouldn't be strong enough to break the grip. "No, love," he murmured. "I need you in me now."

Draco didn’t argue, sliding his finger out and coating his already rampant and leaking prick with the lube. He positioned himself and pushed forward, moaning at the feel of Harry's body opening to him.

With a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin, Harry pushed down with his hips and bit back a cry as the burning stretch consumed him and his body pulled Draco inside. There was no waiting, no adjusting. Harry clutched desperately at Draco's back and rocked his hips, holding on to the searing ache that meant he was alive; Draco was alive. And they were together in every way they could be. Harry moaned, "Make me feel ...."

Draco had intended to be slow and gentle, but he saw the fierce need in Harry's eyes. Bracing both hands now, he began thrusting hard into the man beneath him.

"Yes, oh, yes ..." Harry whispered in a ragged voice. The sharpest edges of the pain had melted into something primitive and radiant with life. Using his hands, Harry pulled himself up and claimed Draco's lips in a bruising kiss. With each pounding stroke, each lunge forward that ground Harry down further into the mattress, Draco was putting Harry back together again.

Draco kissed back, tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth in a mirror of his cock into Harry's body. He could feel Harry's heels digging into his buttocks as the man pulled himself up with each thrust.

Broken gasps, skin meeting skin and the rhythm of the bedsprings were the only sounds to accompany Harry's healing. He felt as if he couldn't get close enough and slammed his hips up each time Draco pushed in. The sweat now covered both of them. Fevered fury pooled low in Harry's belly and one hand slipped from Draco's back to wrap itself around his cock and tug one, two, three times before the silence in the room was shattered with Harry's desperate cry of, "Draco ...!"

The wave of pleasure that broke over him took Draco's breath away, leaving him suspended in the moment, Harry's body wound around him so tight it felt fused to skin and bone. Draco's orgasm, the ejaculation of seed into Harry's body, was intense – but nowhere near as powerful as the feeling of connection he felt. Harry was his world, his centre and he never wanted that to change.

Harry had barely begun to spill and shudder, when he felt Draco's prick swell even more within him and they rode the sensations out together just as they always did. Except this time it seemed as if two orgasms had bonded into the most exquisite combination Harry had ever known. Feeling lightheaded as he came down from his high, Harry's trembling legs dropped to the bed and the only thing he could do at that moment was love Draco with his eyes.

Draco smiled dazedly, still dizzy with the pleasure. He leant forward, nuzzling Harry's chin and kissing his lips.

"That was ... yeah," Harry mumbled in between kisses, running his hands over Draco's slick back. "Fuck, I needed that."

"Good," Draco agreed, smiling at the caresses. "I am more than happy to give you what you need."

"You always do, love," Harry noted, pulling back to study Draco's face. "I – I know you cared for him too and then I acted like an arse and scared you. Are you all right?"

Draco shifted, gently pulling from his husband's body and moving to lie beside him. "I'm ... all right," he said. Arthur Weasley, along with his wife, had been good to him. Despite the past anger with Lucius, when Harry had bonded Draco to him, they hadn't hesitated to take Draco into their home and their hearts. Arthur had pushed the Order to accept Draco, even to make him Secret Keeper. Not once in all the years had Arthur or Molly ever treated Draco as anything less than a full member of their family. "I will miss him too."

Harry smiled and brushed back damp strands of hair from Draco's forehead. "And I love you for that."

The events of the day brushed over Harry again, but this time he had the warmth of Draco's body to keep him from going under. It meant everything to Harry that Draco had also cared for Arthur and been cared about in return. Now there was just one more thing to deal with. "Draco?" Harry asked, still playing with Draco's hair. "How do we tell the kids? Arthur was the only grandfather they knew; how do we tell them he's gone?"

Draco didn't know the answer to that. Valen had been only a baby during the war, so they hadn't had to explain the deaths of friends and family back then. They had been mercifully lucky since. No one close to them had died since the final battle. Draco sighed, turning his head to kiss his husband's hand. "I suppose as gently, but honestly, as we can."

"It's just not right," Harry murmured, exhaustion setting in. "Every time I think that bastard is finally gone he comes back and this time he's touching our kids. I keep thinking they won't understand and then I want to hit something because I think they shouldn't have to. Not yet."

Draco privately thought they hadn't got off light in the war, all things considered. He certainly hadn't expected to live through it and, if it hadn't been for Harry's magic or Severus Snape's sacrifice, he wouldn't have. "They are strong and they have us to help them," was all he could think to say to his husband.

Harry nodded. Draco was right; there really was no way to prepare for introducing death to children and all they could really do was hold them close and tell them the truth. Harry lifted his head and kissed Draco gently, slightly opening his mouth so that Draco's top lip was pillowed softly between his own. Barely pulling back, he placed his forehead against Draco's and whispered, "In the morning, then."

[Brings up such hard stuff for them!]

Chapter 35

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 33: Irreparable

2009-10-27T06:06:48Z

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Happy Birthday aveeno_baby!

2009-10-24T04:21:48Z

Happy Birthday aveeno_baby!

And a belated Happy Anniversary too! We have been writing together for just over three years!

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 32: Books or Sunshine

2009-10-22T06:55:03Z

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 31: Weasley Twins

2009-10-20T06:44:46Z

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New Reviews for FAEWOLF

2009-10-20T06:34:39Z

The original work by myself and Chris Taylor has been getting really good reviews, so I thought I would share:

Faewolf
by D.M. Atkins and Chris Taylor
A m/m erotic fantasy from Circlet Press

Faewolves, like werewolves, can walk among men. What happens when Kiya White Cloud, a young gay college student in Santa Cruz, wants one of these men enough to risk his heart--and his life? Finding out will be full of desire, adventure and romance. [Warning: explicit sex, dubious consent, and rough scenes.]

We are thrilled at how well the book is doing. Most readers at AllRomanceBooks, Amazon Kindle, and Fictionwise have given the novel 5 out of five in their ratings.

Book Wenches gave Faewolf a great review:

“…. In their novel Faewolf, D.M. Atkins and Chris Taylor give readers a story that focuses a spotlight on the plight of wolves in North America while at the same time telling us a story of magic and danger and love. This is a very readable tale that mixes Lakota spirituality with paranormal elements to give us a unique and entertaining whole.

The authors handle the paranormal element in such a way as to make it feel slightly more realistic than your usual werewolf fare …. an interesting touch that underlined the mystical nature of the creatures in question.”

“The love scenes between Brian and Kiya are sensual enough to singe the pages of the book.”

The complete review can be found here: http://www.bookwenches.com/october09reviews.htm

Literary Nymphs also gave FAEWOLF a very glowing review:

“Faewolf, the first book in a series by these two authors, is an exceptionally good story. Authors D.M. Atkins and Chris Taylor take a theme millions of readers are familiar with and turns it around with the introduction of faewolves - creatures who are part fae and part wolf. Their story of two young men, each searching for something, will take the reader on an interesting journey.”

The complete review can be found here: http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2009/07/faewolf.html?zx=17d71c29f8c6398

FAEWOLF (and free excerpts from the novel) is available in several sites in multiple ebook formats and trade paperback:

Ebooks are listed at $5.99, available in multiple formats and can be found at: Circlet Press, AllRomanceBooks, Smashwords, Scribd, Fictionwise, and Amazon Kindle.

Trade paperbacks are listed at $14.95 and can be found at: Create Space and Amazon.

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 30: Formidable Children

2009-10-15T08:44:50Z

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 29: Je t'aime

2009-10-13T05:56:37Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? 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: 29/41
Chapter Title: Je t'aime
Words: 4620 Words

Harry held the door open for his husband, staring up at the – well, extremely fancy-looking restaurant. It looked like a place that might take your Galleons just for walking inside – which, he thought, was probably the case unless one enjoyed sitting next to the kitchen.

One of the things that Draco loved about Paris was shopping. Shopping for his husband who had no clue about style, but who looked fucking hot in good clothes. He grinned at him as he stepped inside, feeling more hungry for Harry than for anything that would be served at what was supposed to be the best restaurant in town. Harry smiled at the look Draco gave him. He'd been giving him that look all day long. It was really quite nice. Perhaps he would let Draco dress him more often, though he did feel like he could feed a small country with the money it had cost for his outfit.

When Harry stepped beside him, Draco's hand automatically went to rest at the small of his husband's back, resisting the urge to slide his hand lower. They had reservations and anywhere in the wizarding world, they were instantly recognisable. "Messieurs, par ici je vous prie," the Maître d'hôtel said, smiling as he led them to a table.

"Merlin," Harry said quietly to Draco as they were led to their table. "How much does this place cost?"

"We can afford it, so it doesn't matter," Draco whispered.

Harry sighed. Well, that meant it cost a fortune. It was certainly true that they could afford it, but Harry still felt a bit odd as if he were doing something wrong by spending so much money.

"Relax, love," Draco said as they took their seats. "It's a special occasion after all."

Harry smiled again; he knew Draco was right and that they both deserved this. "All right, all right," he said. "Very special occasion."

The waiter came up to them, bowing and speaking in French. Draco smiled at his husband and answered the waiter.

Harry raised an eyebrow, sitting quietly and looking for a menu somewhere ... not that he would be able to read it.

The waiter's smile grew and he bowed, talking again, this time to Harry. Keeping his smile in place, Harry's eyes slid over to Draco for help when he didn't recognise any of the words.

"He is congratulating us on our anniversary," Draco translated.

"Ah," said Harry, looking once more at the waiter, his smile widening. "Er, thanks," he added, not sure if the man could understand English at all. The waiter nodded and left.

Draco reached across the table, resting his hand palm up and Harry grinned at him, placing his hand in Draco's. Draco squeezed his hand, smiling, his grey eyes shining with his love for Harry. "I love you now more than ever," he said softly.

Harry's own smile widened a bit. "Is that your way of telling me you love me more every day?" he said, bringing Draco's hand up and kissing it.

"I have loved you so much and for so long, I can't believe it is even possible, but yes – yes I do," Draco answered, shivering still at such a simple kiss to his hand.

Harry kissed his hand again. "I love you more than anything," he said truthfully.

The waiter returned carrying a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork and filled their glasses for them. Draco smiled and lifted his. "To you, my husband, whom I have loved since that first moment I looked in your eyes and saw the spark that is you and only you."

Harry smiled once again. The expression had hardly left his face. "And to you, my husband, for kissing me in the bathroom and giving me ... my life." His heart seemed to swell as he said it, and warmth spread though his body. A lot of people might believe that Harry's life was halved by the time before Voldemort was destroyed and after, but Harry knew that, when it came to halves, the defining moment for him would be the moment Draco first kissed him.

Draco lost himself in his husband's love, remembering with him that first angry kiss in the bathroom. It had been a near suicidal move but it had turned out to be the smartest thing he ever did. He blushed when he glanced up and found the waiter waiting respectfully with their soup.

Harry looked up as well, sitting back a little for the soup to be placed in front of him. He grinned at Draco and wondered if he had ordered the soup for them.

Draco waited until the waiter had stepped away. "A place like this doesn't use a menu," he explained. “They have two options on each course, but there will be many courses through the evening. Each one is made by a chef with a lot of care and only the best ingredients."

Harry raised an eyebrow again. "I don't know if we've ever been to a place quite this nice," he said. He lifted a spoonful of soup to his lips and was surprised by how good it was. He wasn't overly fond of soup but this could change his mind.

The blond tasted his soup, his eyes never leaving Harry's. "Beside you is the nicest place," he whispered.

"I can't compete with you," Harry said in a slightly deeper voice, feeling even warmer.

"I think we are pretty well matched," Draco said. It was a running joke in that they still traded off at beating each other at Quidditch – competing against each other in games that usually led to great sex afterwards, sometimes before and after.

Harry chuckled. "Very well," he agreed, sipping his champagne.

When the soup was done, there were two smaller courses and each was more delicious than the last. As they ate, they talked about the things they had seen in Paris. They had, of course, attended Theo's wedding several days before and had used Harry's Invisibility Cloak to have sex in a side room during the reception. They were pretty sure that they hadn't been overheard but the guests weren't quite like Fred and George who made a point of embarrassing them every time. The wedding, though, had been beautiful although Harry had been taken aback when Narcissa stood in for Theo since he had no parents. She gracefully took her place in the receiving line next to the bride's parents, greeting and speaking with each of the guests. A glance at Draco told Harry that he was also surprised to see his mother in the wedding but there was a soft smile on his lips when he saw her with the bride and groom. For the traditional mother and groom dance, Narcissa and Theo glided elegantly together across the floor and Harry saw where Draco inherited his own talent for dancing. The next few days had been spent sightseeing and shopping, intimate moments and now there they were celebrating six years together.

Harry couldn't stop reaching across the table, touching Draco's hand and arm. He was sorely tempted to feed him ... with his fingers, but he thought that probably wouldn't be proper. "What are we doing after this?" he asked, working on the food in front of him that looked almost too much like a decoration to eat.

Despite the years married to Harry, Draco still flushed at the question and let the other man see the heat in his eyes as he did.

"Oh, that," said Harry smirking a bit and hoping he wouldn't get hard right there at the table.

Draco pitched his voice low, not hard to do given how aroused that look made him. "Literally, whatever you want, my love," he purred.

"I want you," Harry said, speaking soft and deeply in the quiet restaurant. His eyes were now serious and dark with emotion.

The main course finally arrived and, as much as Draco delighted in the meal, his smouldering desire had him shifting in his seat. He took another sip of champagne. "Anything in particular you have in mind?" he asked.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, lips curved with a slow smile. "I want to dance with you, but I don't think we'll last long if we go out somewhere."

"How about on the balcony of our hotel room?" Draco suggested, licking his lips. Because of their fame, he had arranged for a hotel room with magical shielding for privacy, even on the balcony.

"Sounds brilliant," said Harry, meeting Draco's eyes.

Draco swallowed hard, almost not tasting the expensive food. "Yes," he whispered. He drew himself back from the urge to leave then, turning the conversation back to the events of their trip. "What did you think of Theo's bride?" he asked.

Harry took a quick, deep breath. "Well, she seemed nice," he said. "Pretty. Did you like her?"

Draco tried to realistically appraise Antoinette Reveia-Nott. It wasn't easy given his relationship with Theo. "She is pretty and from a respectable pure-blood family," he said cautiously.

Harry frowned just slightly, nodding and wondering why Draco's voice sounded like it did.

"I wasn't able to speak to her enough to know much more than that about her. She was charming, but she is trained for that," Draco continued.

"Trained for it?" said Harry. "Sounds like an animal or something."

Draco huffed, sipping his champagne. "Felt that way sometimes," he admitted. "I have seen my mother do the same gestures and looks. Gracious and polite even to people she hated.”

"Strange that Theo got married to her so quick," Harry said, wondering just how long the couple had known each other. "I didn't even know he had a serious girlfriend. Did he tell you?"

Draco frowned, shaking his head. "No, he didn't," he answered. "It could be that he met her and fell in love," he speculated, but didn't sound convinced.

Harry smiled. "Well, I know it's possible to fall in love quick," he pointed out.

"I know I did, even if it took me years to tell you," Draco grinned. "I know everyone can't be as in love as I am with you. I just want him to be happy. I think he deserves it, especially after his childhood."

Harry winced slightly. He didn't know anything about Theo Nott's childhood, but if it had been anything like Draco's, he knew it couldn't have been terribly great.

Draco was still frowning, swirling his champagne in the glass. "You know his father was a Death Eater. Did you know his mother died when he was young?"

"No, I didn't," Harry answered truthfully. It had never occurred to him that he might have anything in common with Theo such as losing a parent – or two.

Draco paused. "I know how she died because of my father," he admitted.

"How did she die?" Harry asked, watching his husband.

Draco's frown deepened and he had to take a deep breath before continuing. "Theo's father killed her," he said in a quiet voice. "She spoke against their master."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "I -" he began but stopped as he tried to imagine how Theo must have felt. "That's ... horrible."

"He would never talk about it, but I am sure he knows. May have even witnessed it," Draco whispered.

Harry frowned and thought back for a moment. "He could see Thestrals," he said quietly. "Back in fifth year."

"Yes," Draco nodded. "Theo never wanted to be a Death Eater and was terrified of his father. That first year, some of the other boys teased him about nightmares."

Harry continued to frown. It did sound quite a lot like Draco to him. He didn't know if Draco had been teased for nightmares, but he did know that his husband had had them. He began to see the common ground that Draco and Theo had built their friendship on and why they seemed to understand each other so well.

Draco smiled a bit wryly then, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. "They quit teasing him after I made an example of a couple. I think that's how we became friends."

Harry smiled a little at that. He knew from experience that Draco protected those he cared about, much to the displeasure of those who dared to test him on that fact. He would always think of Draco's relationship with Theo with slight discomfort, but the “Love Potion incident" had been years ago, and Harry respected their friendship. Their bond was no less important than the one Harry shared with Ron or Hermione; different, perhaps, but no less important.

"I just hope that, unlike his mother, Theo married for love," Draco said. He smiled again then. "I suppose I have become a romantic fool about such things."

"I think we're both romantic fools," Harry said, reaching yet again for Draco's hand.

Dessert was a flaming concoction and quite tasty. But the fire just made Draco think about Harry. Well, at this point that's all he was thinking of anyway. He couldn't wait to return to their hotel.

Harry licked his fork clean quite suggestively when finished, smirking. "Are you ready to go, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.

"Very much so, Mr Potter," Draco replied, waggling his eyebrows. He left a small bag of Galleons with their payment on the table and escorted his husband to the receiving area the wizarding restaurant had for Apparating.

Harry Apparated with Draco, not surprised with the bag of money it took to pay, but still hardly able to believe he could eat anywhere so expensive. He cleared his head of that though, and turned to Draco, taking him around the waist and grinning.

They had Apparated back to their suite and Draco led Harry out onto the balcony with its view of Paris at night, before pulling his husband close and kissing him again.

Harry kissed languidly back, hands moving down to grasp Draco's arse as they pressed against each other.

Draco hummed happily into Harry's mouth, fingers of his right hand sliding up to his neck and into his hair, cradling his husband's head. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding with Harry's.

"I love kissing you," Harry whispered needlessly between said kisses. "Love all of you."

"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, kissing Harry's chin, and cheeks now too, as his silver hand slid down his lover's back. "The kiss is worth the kiss and more."

Harry smiled at that reminder from so long ago. God, they really were both romantic fools. "Do we have any music?" he asked, still holding Draco's arse as he swayed their hips together.

Draco drew his wand and turned on the wireless in the room with a spell. Soft music seemed to float in the air. He arched an eyebrow at his lover and began to move his feet as well as his hips, dancing them slowly around the rather large balcony.

"I would've never liked this in school," Harry whispered in Draco's ear, moving with him and getting even more turned on. The way Draco's body moved was sinful and Harry loved it.

"Maybe if I had been your dance partner ..." Draco whispered back, licking the curve of Harry's ear.

"Moving like this might have made me seriously reconsider," Harry said, shivering from the wet tongue on his skin and then taking Draco's earlobe between his teeth.

Draco hissed and then moaned as he moved his knee between his lover's thighs, dancing much closer than McGonagall would ever have allowed.

Harry moaned as well. "I've never seen anyone as sexy as you are," he said breathlessly as his hard cock was pressed against Draco's leg which pressed and pushed against him in rhythm.

It delighted Draco that Harry found him so sexy. He nipped at Harry's ear, giving a small growl as he rotated his hips, rubbing his own arousal and Harry's as he did.

"Mmm, breathe your fire on me, my dragon," Harry said, laughing at his own incredibly cheesy line and imagining exactly what he really wanted Draco to put on him.

Draco chuckled, continuing to lick and bite down Harry's neck, using his hand in Harry's hair to pull his head to the side to give himself better access. He backed Harry up to the stone railing of the balcony.

"Fuck," Harry let out, grinding now more than he was dancing.

Draco chuckled again, vibrations sweeping against Harry's neck as he sucked. He reached his silver hand between them pulling loose Harry's tie even as rotated his hips against his husband's.

Harry licked his lips, looking down and watching Draco hungrily. It felt like Draco was actually breathing fire on him as hot as he was. "Yeah," he groaned. "I want you."

Draco pulled back enough to look into his lover's face. "Don't spell away the clothes this time," he warned him and then, with a wicked grin, he reached both hands to the front of that very expensive shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying as he did.

Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, his cock attempting to leap up within his trousers. He didn't care how much the damn shirt cost.

Immediately bending his head to capture one of Harry's now exposed nipples with his mouth, Draco nipped and sucked like a man starved.

Harry's chest heaved with his panting, fingers reaching and spreading through Draco's hair as they itched to strip his husband bare.

Draco was trembling with desire now but was not going to let his throbbing cock rush this too fast. He licked and nuzzled his way to the other nipple, loving the feel of the erect flesh against his tongue. He let his fingers slide down, pulling Harry's shirt tails out of his trousers and then caressing his sides and stomach before finally reaching to unfasten his belt.

"Draco," Harry groaned, trying to rut against the man in front of him.

Draco released Harry's nipple and grinned up at him, arching an eyebrow and asking in a mock-innocent voice, "Yes, my love?"

"Oh, you are evil," Harry breathed. "Incredibly sexy, but evil. I want to fuck."

Draco laughed wickedly as he unfastened Harry's trousers. "No more foreplay?" he asked in false surprise.

Harry huffed and groaned at the same time. "Not when you're driving me completely crazy," he said, touching every part of Draco he could reach.

Draco was still fully clothed, his cock straining the tailored trousers and a wet spot spreading. He slid his husband's trousers and shorts down but left them pooling around his ankles, shoes still on. Harry's cock bobbed enticingly in front of him but Draco didn't touch it yet. "Turn and face out toward the city," he instructed.

Harry released a frustrated sigh when no attention came to his throbbing erection, but he did turn, knowing that despite how much he wanted Draco's cock, whatever his husband would do to him was bound to be very good.

Draco stripped Harry's suit coat off and tossed it and his own aside. "Grab the railing," he warned him.

Harry raised his eyebrows, taking the railing tightly in his hands as his heart sped up.

Draco pushed Harry's shirt up around his shoulders so that he was exposed from shoulder blades to calves and ran his hands lovingly down that golden flesh.

Shivering again with the feeling, Harry spread his legs as wide as he could while constricted by the trousers.

Draco was grateful for the weather control charm on the balcony that allowed them this despite it being October 31st. The sight of his husband spread wantonly half-dressed with Paris spread beyond him was truly delicious. He had every intention of fucking him like this but he also wanted to prolong the fun. He got to one knee behind Harry and nipped at the round flesh of his arse.

A slow, lazy smile spread across Harry's face. "Oh, this you can do as much as you want," he said.

Draco laughed again, knowing how much this pleased Harry. Some of Harry’s kinks were very consistent. Draco spread his lover's cheeks, nipping at the more sensitive skin inside.

Harry bent over more, reminded of that night on their own balcony back at home, when Draco had been invisible.

Draco kneaded his lover's arse with his fingers while he pressed his face between those cheeks, licking along the crevice, tongue fluttering over his hole.

Harry hissed through his teeth, eyes sliding half closed as he pressed back, trying to get more of that hot, wet tongue. "God, yes, feels so fucking hot, so good!"

The blond loved it when Harry babbled like that, rewarding him by using the tip of his tongue to tease his opening.

"Yes, Draco, please yes," Harry groaned, head lolling on his neck. "Want you to lick me, suck me." His hands gripped tighter, his toes beginning to curl.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that. He obliged by pressing his lips around his lover's puckered flesh and wriggling his tongue into him. Harry, though, didn't care if Draco full out laughed at him. He couldn't spare enough room in his brain to think about his words. He could only think about the warm, slick muscle that was apparently trying to melt him from the inside out.

Draco lost himself to that musky flavour and the shivering flesh that was his husband. He licked and sucked and thrust with his tongue, fingers digging in as he held him spread for his feast.

It didn't take very long at all before Harry was begging and pleading. He tried to look over his shoulder at Draco, his arse pressed very far out. "Please, Draco," he moaned pitifully in a way that might have made him blush if his cock weren't so hard. "Please!"

Harry begging was still one of the sexiest things in the world and Draco's own cock was aching hard. He gave another couple thrusts with his tongue and a nip at an arse-cheek with his teeth, then got to his feet and began fumbling with his own trouser buttons.

Harry reached blindly and impatiently behind himself, grasping Draco's trousers and sending them away with his magic. He needed Draco now.

Draco didn't complain that Harry had done what he told him not to. Instead, he stepped quickly forward, rubbing the swollen head of his cock between his lover's cheeks. "Slick yourself," he said in voice hoarse with need.

Harry did so immediately, mixing lube with Draco's saliva still coating his entrance. "Fuck, yes, fuck me," he demanded, breathing heavily.

"As you wish," Draco agreed and pressed in hard and quick, trusting the urgency in his lover's voice and his knowledge of his body. He moaned loudly as he slid deep into Harry, fingers clutching his hips.

Harry cried out loudly, arse clenching around Draco's cock as he was jolted slightly forward, but the cry was followed by a long, low moan.

"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, trembling at the way Harry's body held and tightened around him, magic flaring in the contact.

"Yes," Harry echoed loudly, thrusting back against his husband.

Draco slid back and then thrust forward again, moaning and shivering at the feel. "Oh, I love fucking you," he gasped. "You are so beautiful and you feel so amazing."

It was Harry's turn to chuckle, though he did so breathlessly and with many moans in between. "God, yes," he agreed.

Draco had no more breath to speak now as he began to pump his hips, fucking Harry in long deep strokes.

Harry groaned and sighed and moaned with each slide, arching his back as tremors of pleasure shot up his spine.

Draco was sweating now as he drove himself again and again into his husband, the man's sounds were beautiful and the slap of their skin erotic. His felt his own body pulse with pleasure on each thrust. He slid his silver hand around Harry's waist so he could hold on to him still as he thrust and then used his now freed right hand to slide down and grasp Harry's cock, moaning at the way it was already slick and dripping.

Harry let his head fall forward as his mouth dropped open in another long moan that sounded ragged with breathlessness. He clenched his muscles, moving his arse with Draco's hips until he couldn't hold back anymore. "Draco! Fuck!" he shouted as he came, going slightly still as he spilled and spurted over Draco's hand, his body taut with the effort.

Draco had been on the edge and expecting this when he touched Harry. Even so, the feel of his lover's come on his hand, his arse clenching around his cock and the magic that flared still brought a shout from him as he arched and spasmed, pumping his seed into Harry.

"Mmm, yes, want you inside," Harry breathed, moving his arse again through Draco's orgasm.

Draco felt Harry's body and magic milk every ounce of seed and pleasure from him until he was sighing and trembling to hold himself upright still.

Harry grinned, still panting slightly as he shakily lifted himself up some. He thought his face might look dazed as he tried to catch his breath.

Draco still clung to Harry, wondering if his legs would give way at any moment. He was pressed against Harry's back and kissed the damp skin of the man's back. "Oh, Gods, I love you," he gasped.

Harry sighed happily. "Always," he whispered.

"Take me to bed?" Draco implored, feeling his knees tremble now.

Harry looked over his shoulder, pulling gently away and then turning to put an arm around Draco's waist, his free hand splayed flat across his chest.

Draco shivered and bent to capture Harry's lips with his own, clutching Harry both to keep standing and because he couldn't bear to be apart yet.

Harry kissed gently back, feeling lightheaded with emotion. "Happy anniversary, love," he whispered against Draco's lips, half because he thought it was possible for his voice to crack otherwise.

"Happy anniversary, my lion – my husband," Draco agreed, kissing him again.

Harry sighed happily, taking Draco's hands. "Let's go," he whispered.

Draco allowed himself to be led inside to the bed and gratefully collapsed back into the down bedding. Harry smiled and landed next to Draco, turning to face him.

The blond wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled sleepily. "Bloody brilliant week," he whispered.

Harry moved closer and gently rubbed his and Draco's noses together. "Fantastic," he agreed. "Quiet."

Draco smirked, his husband's obsession with his nose always amused him. "We have reservations through Monday," he said, hesitating.

Harry frowned just very slightly. "It's Friday," he said.

Draco lifted a hand to caress his husband's hair from his face. "I miss them," he whispered.

Harry sighed, smiling again. "So do I," he whispered back.

Draco grinned. "We could go home in the morning if we wanted," he suggested.

"We could," Harry agreed with a nod, grinning as well. "Back to our lovely house where we're woken with screams, splattered with mashed potatoes, and begged for countless bedtime stories?" He snorted; he really did miss all of that.

"I think we are crazy, but yes," Draco agreed. "This week has been wonderful. Yet, I miss our family."

"I do miss them very much," Harry said. "You think they miss us?"

Draco smirked. "I think it's Mr and Mrs Weasley we should be worried about."

Harry chuckled. "They probably miss us very much," he said.

"So we make love in the morning and then get a Portkey home?" Draco suggested.

Harry chuckled again. "Sounds like a plan," he said, laying a kiss on Draco's lips.

[Romantic vacation and then eagerly back to their kids!]

Chapter 30

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 28: Invitation

2009-10-08T07:10:30Z

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 27: Hold On Tight

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Code help?

2009-10-02T06:08:20Z

I need to know how to make one of those boxes where the code shows up in it. I am moderating a comm and we need to have an example of code to be used show up in a box. Can someone tell me how to do that? I can find it in the FAQ.

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 26: Rules and Rebels

2009-10-01T05:18:08Z

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Editing and Ego

2009-09-30T22:47:51Z

I am trying to make myself edit one of the many first drafts I have in my que. My ability to focus on the task as definitely been off for a couple months.

I love writing. Yet, I will admit to enjoying writing the first draft and re-reading the finished product better than all the hard work in the middle. Rewriting/editing also requires a kind of flexible but strong ego that can be hard to muster some days. I need to be flexible and discerning enough to be able to see where the story needs to improve, the writing tightened or expanded, etc. and strong enough to believe "I'm good and know I can do this." I have to be able to see my mistakes but not be daunted by them, and, instead, get excited about improving on what I've already done.

I also have a number of solo works that are currently on my "to do list." I need to start carving out time for both the editing and the solo work. I love co-authoring, yet there are stories I can probably only tell on my own. It's hard to balance so many projects needing my attention, especially when my ability to pay attention has been hampered. There are, of course, real-world stuff outside my control that impact all this and have increased my tendency lately to just want to escape into reading instead of editing.

Now, don't get me wrong. Reading is actually an important part of writing. I read a lot of non-fiction, for example, that provides a lot of the material that goes into my fiction. And I read other people's fiction both for the fun of it and for the examples of what to do (and not do) in my own work.

Someone else's well written story can make me yearn to write that well. But the ego thing comes back into play here. Sometimes good writing by someone else can do the opposite of inspire but leave me feeling hopelessly unfit to write. I have to have a strong enough ego to work past the insecurity around my own shortcomings and try to improve them.

The trick for me can be how to get me to go back to it rather than throw my hands up in disgust at my own work. I have had days where comments from readers who like my work made a difference in whether or not I could keep writing that day. Even weirder, sometimes reading badly done fiction by someone else helps too. It can inspire, the "I can do this better" mentality that gets me back at the keyboard. Other times, just telling someone about the story I have not finished can remind me of the things I liked about the story and get me to go back to it.

Not sure if this post was for you or me. Am I procrastinating editing or getting myself psyched to do it? Both? As long as it works, eh?

On the positive side of the scale today... Received another royalty check from books I wrote over a decade ago. Non-fiction doesn't usually have that long a sales life. It can become outdated quickly. Yet, my first book continues to sell. The publisher closed it's doors a couple years ago, but the corporation that owned it keeps selling the stock and I still get those checks.

I write for me, I edit for readers. Writing is as much a compulsion as a talent for me, so back to that editing so I can share what I've written with others.

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 25: Like Me

2009-09-29T05:50:56Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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: 25/?
Chapter Title: Like Me
Words: 3204 Words

"And, God, my feet are killing me," said Hermione leaning back against the sofa. Her belly extended like Harry's, but he still found it stranger to see her like that than himself.

"Mine too," he agreed, peeling the wrapper off his chocolate frog. Several sweet coverings already littered the coffee table in front of him. He had several small stacks of the chocolates wobbling precariously on the rounded table that his stomach formed. "My back, too."

"Oh, yes," Hermione groaned in agreement. "Pass me one of those."

"I thought you wanted to eat healthy," Ron teased.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, holding her hand out for the chocolate. Her own stomach held the carefully folded wrappers from the chocolates since it was too much effort to place them on the coffee table. She added the new wrapper to the growing pile.

Draco was seated at the chess table with his four year old son across from him. Valen looked so much smaller when he sat in a straight-backed chair.

The boy's eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated on the board. He reached a small thin hand and pointed to his father's knight. "This one jumps sideways," he said, clearly trying to puzzle out what Draco's next move would be.

Draco nodded. "Two then one or one then two places." He glanced over at the other adults and rolled his eyes. "Trying to get them to eat like normal people is a lost cause, Ron," he asserted.

Harry huffed and shoved another chocolate in his mouth while glaring at Draco as Ron chuckled.

April, who was busy playing with Uni and Uni's best friend, Sarah the horse, stood then, chocolate spread over her face from eating the frogs as well. She crossed to her brother, watching him. "That's like Sarah," she said as if the information would help Valen, pointing to his knight.

The blond boy smiled at her. "Yes, a horse," he said. "It has a rider, see." He pointed to the little figure on the back and the figure waved back.

Draco chuckled in amusement and used the knight to take his son's bishop.

April giggled, and then turned and walked over to Harry. "Daddy Harry, I want more," she said, pointing to the chocolate.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "You've already had quite enough, don't you think?"

April pouted. "You have one," she pointed out.

"Yes," said Harry. "But you're three, and I have a baby in my belly."

Hermione laughed at him. "You'll get a tummy ache," she told April.

April still looked disgruntled and shook her head.

"A baby brother," Valen said smugly, looking over at his Daddy Harry before returning his focus to the board. He smirked and moved a piece, his queen taking Draco's knight.

Draco smiled and nodded. He held out a hand toward April. "Come here, my little one," he cooed at her.

April turned her little pouting, scrunched up face on Draco, arms crossed over her chest. She took a few small steps towards him, close enough for him to pull her forward.

Draco scooted his chair back, scooped up the little girl and placed her in his lap, wrapping arms around her and petting her thick dark hair.

Harry sighed, handing a last frog to Hermione and banishing the rest. He supposed it really wasn't nice of him to eat chocolate in front of a three-year-old being denied said chocolate. "Her face is messy," he said in warning to Draco, though the man couldn't have missed the fact.

Draco smiled at the smeared face of his child and reached for his wand. He Summoned a cloth and then used it to gently wipe her face. "Such a messy pretty thing," he teased her, eyes flicking to his husband.

April sniffed, scrunching up her face even more as Draco wiped at it.

Harry snorted. "And I suppose you're saying she gets that from me?" he said, trying to cross his own arms in front of him although the huge belly somewhat ruined the effect.

"Well, of course she does," said Hermione with amusement. She reached and lightly flicked the corner of Harry's mouth.

Sure enough, he found chocolate there when he licked at the spot. Harry smiled and shrugged.

Draco laughed in delight and kissed his daughter's forehead. "Beautiful girl," he told her.

Valen rolled his eyes but still smiled.

Draco moved his next piece. His son was so different from April, hardly ever a spot on the boy.

April smiled at the praise and happily lay back against her Daddy Draco's chest. "Daddy Harry?" she asked.

"Hmm?" said Harry absently, still licking at his mouth in search of chocolate. He began to wish he had kept his stacks of chocolates. The cravings didn't seem to be going away and all he had now to satisfy them were the traces of sticky sweetness lingering on his face and fingers. Harry now eyed his hands before sticking one finger in his mouth to suck it clean. It wasn't quite the same but it would do for now.

"When is that baby coming out of there?"

Harry looked over at her. "Well, soon, I hope," he mumbled around his finger.

"Soon, Hermione will also have a girl," Draco told his daughter, gently stroking her hair back. "Do you like that idea?'

April smiled and nodded. "She will be pretty like me, huh, Daddy Draco? And I will play with Uni with her, and maybe she will have her own, since Uni is mine."

Hermione and Ron smiled at April, and Harry shook his head, hearing exactly what that little "Uni is mine" comment meant.

Draco smiled and nodded. "Yes, when she gets bigger, she will play with you," he agreed. He heard the possessive tone and looked with amusement over at his husband, thinking how much it sounded like Harry as well.

"And my brother is in Daddy Harry's belly?" April asked Draco, even though she asked almost every day, and said it all the time.

"Yes, your baby brother is growing there. When he is ready, he will come out," he assured her.

"Do you think he will have pink hair maybe?" she asked as if trying to persuade Draco to make him have pink hair.

Harry laughed, picturing a newborn with pink hair.

"No, baby," Draco soothed. "His hair will most likely be like either Daddy Harry's or mine."

Valen snorted at the idea of pink hair but moved his chess piece.

April frowned at her big brother. "I think he might have pink hair though," she said decisively.

"And purple skin?" said Harry with a wink at her.

April's eyes widened into perfect little circles and she looked up at Draco.

"Nobody but Tonks has pink hair," Valen said in a haughty tone.

Draco gave his son a warning look of disapproval. Then he turned his gaze back to his daughter. "You will just have to wait to see what he is like," he told her.

April poked her tongue out just barely at Valen, a tiny bit of pink barely peeking out but enough to satisfy her.

Ron was chuckling at them as he asked, "Who's winning over there?"

Draco arched an eyebrow at the redhead, clearly indicating what he thought of the question of whether or not a four year old could beat him.

Ron laughed. "You never know with that kid," he said.

"He is learning fast," Draco acknowledged and Valen beamed under the praise.

Harry smiled. "Could probably beat me," he said, grinning at how Valen took the compliments.

Valen preened under the approval of his fathers and Ron.

Draco smiled back at his husband.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Who's hungry?" he asked, rubbing his belly.

"You just ate half a box of chocolate frogs," said Ron.

"Coming from the man who can eat a whole box and then three servings of dinner?" said Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

"We'll join you when we finish the game," Draco answered, setting April back on her feet.

Harry nodded and then sighed, attempting to push himself to his feet.

"I suppose I could eat," said Hermione, and Ron stood to help her. When he bent to pull her up, she stood halfway and then made a bit of a strange noise, before going completely still.

Draco looked back over his shoulder at the sound.

Ron frowned. "What?" he said, leaning closer.

Hermione was frowning as well. "I -" she said. "I don't know. It might be ...."

Harry stared at her with wide eyes, and April hurried over, grasping Harry's leg. "What's the matter, Aunt 'Mione?" she asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart," said Hermione uncertainly. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Draco glanced at Harry. "Hermione, is it a contraction?" he asked.

She looked over at him. "It ... well, it feels like one," she said.

"Like before?" asked Ron, going a bit pale. He was speaking of the false alarm Hermione'd had the previous week.

"Maybe," said Hermione, still frowning. "They're supposed to be five to ten minutes apart."

Draco got up from his chair and came over to them. "Why don't you sit down and we will wait to see," he said. "Even if it is, it will be hours before anything happens."

She nodded and Ron lowered her back down with great care. Harry had to smile a bit.

Hermione began to rub her belly and April moved a bit closer to her. "Do you have a tummy ache from chocolate?" she asked with an air of great seriousness and sympathy.

"No, not a tummy ache," said Harry, laying a hand atop April's head.

"Is the baby sick?" Valen asked, sounding worried.

Draco smiled back at him. "No, we think she might be trying to decide if it is time to be born," he answered.

"She's getting out of there?" April asked, looking back at Harry.

"Maybe," said Harry, smiling at her.

"Will he come out?" she asked, turning and laying a little hand on Harry's belly.

"I don't think today, love," Harry answered.

Valen got up and came over to stand just behind Draco, slipping his hand into his father's.

***

April giggled as the baby kicked in Harry's belly again, her little hand pressed against his skin. It was absolutely amazing to her, so much that she demanded Harry to make the baby kick. He smiled at her, petting her hair.

He was laying in bed with her, Valen and Draco. Shredni, Draco’s grey cat, had decided to join them as well, perched on the mattress and flicking his tail.

"Emawy kicks feet too!" April said happily. "Hey, Daddy Harry, can she play with me today?"

"Well, she's real little still, baby," said Harry. It had turned out that Hermione hadn't been having a false alarm. Only a few days previously she'd given birth to a healthy, red-headed little girl, Emily Jean Weasley. Ron, to everyone's amusement – but especially Fred and George's – had taken the birth worse than Hermione had. He'd nearly passed out in the delivery room and the Healers had needed to fetch him water and a Calming Draught. Emily was a beautiful baby though, and Harry had never seen Ron and Hermione look so happy.

Valen pretended not to be as interested in the kicking of the baby inside Harry. But Draco knew better. He had seen the way the boy would reach a hand out to rest on Harry's belly when his sister wasn't paying close attention. At the moment, though, he was curled up with his head on Draco's chest. He had been fairly quiet since Emily’s birth. "What will we call him?" Valen asked suddenly but quietly.

Harry frowned thoughtfully. "Good question," he said. "Daddy Draco and I haven't talked about it really."

Draco arched an eyebrow and looked between his son and husband. "So, Valen, did you have any suggestions?"

The boy looked for a moment like he wasn't sure if he should speak. He clearly had something in mind.

Harry smiled at him. "Come on," he said. "What is it?"

April watched as well, staring at her brother.

"Severus," Valen said firmly, holding his chin up a bit defiantly.

Harry's eyes widened and his brows rose high on his forehead. "Severus?" he said, looking at Draco.

Draco's eyes widened and he smiled, looking quickly down at his son. He had, of course, told him stories about Severus Snape, the man who had been his godfather and had eventually sacrificed his life for Draco. But he had not suggested this to his son. Draco smiled and cocked his head at his husband.

Harry frowned slightly, laying his hand on his belly next to April's. "Why do you say that name, son?" he asked, wondering how on earth the little boy could possibly know how to name someone after someone else. But then again, Harry was always wondering exactly how Valen managed to ask and know the things he did.

"He was smart. He taught Daddy Draco potions," the boy insisted. "And then he died for him."

Harry's eyebrows rose again. "Yes ..." he said slowly. "And that's what you want to call your baby brother?"

Draco kept his mouth shut, very curious about how this conversation would go. He would have been reluctant to suggest the name given how difficult Severus Snape's relationship had been with Harry. But he liked the idea.

"Would I have a brother if he hadn't done that?" the boy asked Harry.

Harry's eyes remained wide. "You astound me, Valen," he said quietly, gaze flicking to Draco again. "That is quite a name."

Valen smiled, taking Harry's words as praise. "It is a strong name," he insisted.

Draco nodded, smiling at his husband and stroking the boy's head.

Harry sighed. He really had got past everything that had ever happened between the Potions Master and himself, but he had never imagined naming a son after him. "What does Daddy Draco think?" he asked.

Draco arched his eyebrow again. "Can't argue with his logic," he replied.

Harry sighed once more. "Okay," he said. "Let's say I agree to this – hypothetically. What for a middle name?"

Valen and Draco exchanged glances and then identical shrugs. Draco looked up and smirked.

Harry released a quiet half-snort. "What do you think, April?" he said.

April had laid her head on Harry's belly, but looked up. "Paul!" she said a few moments of thought.

Harry raised both eyebrows. "Paul? Why Paul?"

"'Cause Grandad Arter likes Paul from the wireless!"

Harry continued to frown confusedly. "Who's Paul from the wireless?" he asked.

"He's a bug," said April firmly.

Harry laughed loudly then, understanding what she meant. "Is he a beetle?"

"Yeah!"

"Has Grandad Arthur been trying to get Muggle stations in again?" Harry asked Valen, still chuckling, realising his daughter was talking about Paul McCartney from The Beatles.
Draco snorted and shook his head. "How about one from each side of the family instead," he said.

"Yes, I don't think Paul will work," said Harry. April pouted, but Harry petted her hair. He sat back, thinking. "How about James?" he said with a wry smile, half joking.

Draco nodded, considering it. He was amused, thinking how annoyed both men would be with the combination. It appealed to his sense of humour. "I like it," he said.

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he said.

"Severus James," Draco said aloud, testing the sound of it. He looked down at his son. "What do you think?" he asked.

Valen raised both eyebrows, obviously really thinking about it. "Yes," he said.

Harry hummed quietly. "Severus James," he said aloud as well. He was quiet for a few moments. "Well," he said finally, "I'd never thought I'd name my son that." He smiled a little.

"Sebrus James," said April, obviously not wanting to be left out.

"Sev," Valen said, rubbing Harry's belly with a small gentle hand. The smile that he shared with Harry was worth naming their new son Severus, Harry decided.

The baby – Severus – kicked at his big brother's hand. "Sev," Harry repeated. Merlin, wouldn't that be something to get used to? "Severus James Malfoy."

***

The birth had gone almost exactly as April's birth had. Harry had started having contractions while sitting with his family. April had cried, because she had thought that her Daddy Harry was hurt, but Valen had been the one to calm her down.

Severus had been born only a short while later. His hair was as black as April's, which Harry found quite appropriate, but he had Draco's nose, like Valen. He seemed very quiet so far, which was a relief after April. Harry adjusted him in his arms, smiling down into that tiny little face as he waited for his husband to return.

Draco went to retrieve both the older children from the care of Hermione. A little hand in each of his, he led the way back to the Master Suite of the Manor.

"We are going to meet Severus now," Valen told his sister.

"He came out?" April asked, still a little snuffly.

"Yes," Draco answered. "He is fine and so is your Daddy Harry." He released Valen's hand and opened the door following the boy inside.

Valen actually paused inside the door, looking uncharacteristically reticent.

April poked her head into the room curiously.

Harry looked over at Draco and April, smiling a little tiredly. "Hey," he said, and then spotted Valen, smiling at him as well and beckoning with a hand.

April squeezed Draco's hand, trying to stand on tiptoe to see what her daddy was holding.

Draco picked up the little girl and walked forward, setting her on the bed. He looked back at his son. "Valen?"

Valen took a deep breath as if steeling himself for something and then walked slowly forward to stand beside the bed.

Harry exchanged a curious glance with Draco before pulling the little blanket off of Severus so that the children could see.

The tiny little boy scrunched up as if trying to hold in the warmth and made a grunting sound.

April gasped. "Is that him?"

"Yes, your new brother, Severus," Draco encouraged. He smiled with warmth at both Harry and the baby and then looked down at Valen who stood beside him. "What's wrong, Valen?"

Valen made a face that said he didn't want to tell but sighed. He looked up at Draco then and said in a small voice. "What if he doesn't like me?"

Harry smiled at Valen, feeling his heart and chest fill with warmth at that little voice. "Come up here," he said.

Draco smiled too, nodding to the little boy. He had the urge to pick him up like he did April but knew that Valen would resist. He had reached a stage now where he insisted on doing everything himself.

Valen grabbed the edge of the bed and climbed up, crawling over to Harry. He stopped just short of touching his daddy. Harry saw the small signs of worry on Valen's face. He hadn't yet mastered the art of hiding his feelings as well as his Daddy Draco, in spite of how alike they were. Harry smiled reassuringly at Valen and rested a calming hand on his son's knee.

"Look," Harry said quietly, showing the baby to Valen more clearly. "He's your little brother. He loves you already, just like April did when she came."

April smiled at the mention of her name, tearing her intent eyes away from Severus to smile at Valen. "He loves you, Baawin," she said reassuringly, laying a small little kiss on her big brother's cheek. "And me too?" she asked both her daddies, looking between them.

"You are his big brother and big sister," Draco said. "He loves you and he will need you to take care of him and teach him."

Valen nodded, seeming to look proud at Draco's words. "Can I touch him?"

Harry smiled, nodding, and leant in closer to Valen.

Valen reaching out and tentatively touching Severus' hair. "Hi, Sev," he whispered.

Sev made another tiny grunting noise, opening grey eyes. Valen's own eyes widened and the two brothers studied each other for a moment before the sleepy baby closed his eyes again and Valen looked up at his Daddy Harry and grinned, his face shining in delight. Harry smiled back and patted his oldest child on the knee where his hand still connected the two of them.

"His hair is like mine," said April, not wanting to be left out.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "And it looks like he's got the same nose as you, Valen."

Valen peered at his brother as if trying to evaluate the baby's nose.

Draco sat down on the bed, smiling in delight at his family. His grey eyes shone as he reached and rested his hand on the small of Valen's back.

Harry looked up at his husband, sighing with contentment. "I love you," he said quietly, leaning up a bit for a kiss.

"I love you too," Draco answered, kissing his husband. The baby squirmed in Harry's arms.

"Oh, you'll get used to it, Sev," Valen whispered to his little brother.

[Little Sev!]

Chapter 26

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 24: Making Music

2009-09-24T07:19:31Z

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 23: Birds, Bees and Unicorns

2009-09-22T07:19:11Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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: 23/?
Chapter Title: Birds, Bees and Unicorns
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Harry's head jerked up quickly at a high-pitched scream from where April and Valen were playing, but he sighed once he had seen that it was only a loud peal of laughter. He laid his head back in Draco's lap, letting the rays of May sunlight warm his face. It was the first very nice day since winter, and Harry and Draco had spread a blanket over the grass to sit on while they watched their children romp around the grounds.

Valen had had his fourth birthday in March, April had only just turned three, and it had been five years since Draco had first kissed Harry. It was hardly believable, but it was very true. Harry was twenty-one, married, and had two children. He couldn't have thought of a better way to be living his life.

Just as he had really settled into relaxing again, there was another scream, louder and closer this time, and before Harry could even open his eyes –

"Ooof!" There was a smelly, stuffed unicorn being pushed into his face, and a flushed, excited-looking little girl sprawled over his chest. "April," he gasped, having not expected the landing. "What are you doing?"

"Baawin!" she shouted. "Baawin is gonna get me dirty!"

Valen followed soon after, standing over his parents and sister with his hands on his hips and his eyebrow arched in a pose that was so like Draco it made his blond father laugh.

"She is just whining again," Valen asserted.

Harry looked up at Draco and shook his head, smiling a little himself. "Are you whining again?" he asked her.

She scrunched her nose up in a little look of indignance. "No," she declared firmly.

"What do you mean he's going to get you dirty?"

Then, April spoke in a sentence that most people might not have quite been able to understand. "Was running (babble) and Baawin, and then (babble) him is being mean."

"You were running, and Valen was trying to push you, and he was being mean?" Harry asked.

April wiped her slightly runny nose and gave a great sniff. "Yeah."

"Looked like you were playing to me," said Harry. "I didn't see him being mean."

Draco's fingers gently stroked his husband's hair as he tried not to roll his eyes at their children.

"Exactly," the four-year-old boy said in a haughty tone. "She just doesn't like it when I am winning."

Harry snorted, sitting up now so that April fell off his chest and into his lap. "You know," he said to her. "It's not nice to be a snitch."

Her face transformed into one of shock that Harry could even suggest that she was being such a thing. April's little mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as she stared up at Harry.

Valen's look was one of smug vindication and Draco shook his head at the familiar expression. "And winning isn't everything," he warned his son.

"No, it's not," Harry said in agreement. "Now what if I make you both hug and say 'I love you'?"

April giggled and made a disgruntled face at the same time.

Valen rolled his eyes but a smile still quirked up the edges of his mouth. He held his arms open for his sister. "Come here, silly girl," he said.

April looked from Valen to Harry, and Harry nodded.

Still clutching the worn unicorn she couldn't bear to part with for more than a single minute, she climbed from Harry's lap and gave her brother a hug.

Valen smiled as he wrapped his arms around his little sister's shoulders, patting her back. "Don't worry, April," he assured her, "if Uni gets dirty, Daddy Draco will fix it."

Harry laughed at that, since he didn't think he had actually ever seen Uni clean. The stuffed animal had been wet, sticky, and scruffy but Harry couldn't recall when it was clean.

April looked to Draco for confirmation.

Draco huffed but nodded. "Yes, I can clean the toy," he drawled. "But I won't do it every day. You need to learn to take care of your things."

Harry rolled his eyes that time. If Draco really expected April to keep her unicorn clean, he was mad.

April sniffed at her Daddy Draco. Draco drew his wand and held out his silver hand for the toy. April took a few little steps forward and placed Uni delicately in Draco's hand, as if it were breakable.

Draco took the unicorn with a solemn air and then cast a Cleaning Charm on the fabric. The thing sparkled bright white.

"Told you," Valen said, pride in his voice and stance.

April took the unicorn back, shooting Valen one of her little looks. Small fingers caressed the unicorn that she now held close to her face and nuzzled with one cheek.

Harry snorted at them both again.

Valen smirked. "Race you to the fountain," he yelled starting to run before the sentence was finished. April let out a indignant shriek, taking off after him, the unicorn now dangling precariously from one hand.

Harry sighed, turning to Draco to press a quick kiss to his lips and Draco reached to cup the back of his husband's head, kissing back instead of letting him get away. Someone cleared their throat from behind them, and Harry broke the kiss to look around.

Hermione was standing there with Ron, looking amused. "Are we interrupting?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning back on his arms and looking up at their friends. "Just enjoying the nice weather."

There were more shrieks as both children saw Ron and Hermione and came running their direction.

"It is beautiful out today," said Hermione, smiling widely herself as she gently petted April's head.

"Hey, kiddo," said Ron, beaming as he bent to ruffle Valen's hair.

Valen smiled, but ducked his head away, smiling mischievously. "Hey," he responded.

"What's up?" said Harry.

Hermione lifted April into her arms and sat down on the blanket with her, and Ron joined her after making a go for Valen's hair again. Valen laughed and hopped back, showing those quick reflexes that made his dads proud already. Then he walked around and sat down beside Draco, leaning against his father who put an arm around him. Draco arched an eyebrow at his friends and waited.

Harry waited for his question to be answered, raising an eyebrow at their friends' happy moods.

"Well," said Hermione. "We actually do have something to tell you."

Hermione kissed April's hair and glanced at her husband, grinning at him. "Go ahead," she said. "I know you've been dying to tell them."

Ron beamed again and drew himself up slightly. "Hermione's going to have a baby," he announced.

Draco and Valen had near identical expressions as their eyes widened and they grinned. "Congratulations," Draco said.

"I – wow – are you serious?" Harry asked, eyes going wide as well.

"Of course," said Hermione, laughing happily. "You can't be the only one to announce a pregnancy."

Harry grinned then. "Congratulations," he agreed.

"You got a baby?" asked April in her small, curious voice.

Hermione hummed in amusement. "Yes, in here," she said, giving her own belly a few pats.

April didn't look like she believed that very much.

Draco smiled at his daughter. "The baby starts out very small and grows," he explained. "Her belly will grow big and then it will be time for the baby to come out."

"So how did the baby get in there?" Valen asked him.

Hermione blushed slightly. "Um ...." She looked at Harry and Draco. Harry laughed and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, completely unsure of how to answer that question when it was a four-year-old asking it.

Draco flushed slightly too. "Why don't you and I have a talk about that later?" Draco suggested.

"Promise?" Valen asked.

"Promise," Draco nodded, hugging his son's shoulders.

Harry released a sigh of relief, exchanging a glance with Draco. "Have you told anyone else yet?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

"No, not yet," said Ron. "Mum's going to flip!"

Harry smiled. "I'm sure she will," he said.

Draco's smile didn't fade. He loved the idea of more children in the house, even Hermione and Ron’s kid. Well, he thought, maybe especially theirs. They had become family to him.

"Won't it be weird?" Ron went on. "Us having a baby?"

Hermione huffed. "Not too weird, I hope," she said, giving him a nudge with her own shoulder.

"No weirder than us, I suppose," said Harry with a snort.

Valen curled up into Draco's lap, head against his chest, eyes closing. Draco petted the child's hair, smiling softly. "I think it's about time," he teased their friends.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well, it's not wise for just everyone to have babies at the tender age of seventeen," she teased right back.

"Seemed to work out for us all right," said Harry, smiling at Valen falling asleep.

The expression "tender age" made Draco frown. He glanced at Harry, realising that with everything they had been through they hadn't really been that young at seventeen. When they had had Valen, they didn't even know if they would live to be eighteen.

Harry glanced up at Draco and cocked an eyebrow at his expression as Hermione helped April with the purple ribbon tied around her unicorn's neck.

"I love you," Draco mouthed silently to Harry, arms wrapped around their sleeping son. Then, "later."

Harry didn't really know what was up, but he nodded, leaning over to kiss Draco's cheek.

***

After a short while, Ron and Hermione were on their way to deliver the good news at the Burrow. Harry and Draco made their way back inside the house. Valen and April were laid down for a nap, though April whined for ten minutes straight that she wasn't tired.

When April's eyes had finally closed, Harry turned and made his way out of her room, pulling the door softly shut behind him. He held his hand out for Draco to take, intending to lead him back into their own bedroom.

Draco smiled at him and allowed himself to be led. His mind was on the wonder of their children and the idea of their friends as parents too.

Harry kicked his shoes off and settled on the bed himself, holding his arms out for Draco to lay in them. Draco toed his shoes off too and tucked them under the bed, crawling into Harry's arms. Harry smiled and kissed Draco's forehead, laying with him for a few moments before he asked, "What was the later for?"

"Nothing really," Draco said, nuzzling his lover's neck and hair.

"Well, if it was nothing, why say it?" Harry persisted, meeting Draco's eyes as he pushed his hair back.

"Just something Hermione said," Draco whispered.

Harry frowned. "She said something?" he asked. "What?"

"She said 'tender age of seventeen,'" Draco said, face serious as he thought about it again.

Harry frowned again, confused. "What about it?" he said.

Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It implies a kind of ... innocence," he said, then rolled onto his back. "I never felt that way."

Harry watched him, reaching to play with a strand of blond hair. "I suppose I never really did either," he said. "She was only joking, love."

"We were both only seventeen when Valen was born," Draco said with a smile. He reached his hand up to slide along Harry's hand and up his arm.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "To most people it probably does seem weird – we were already bloody married by then. I guess we had to grow up fast, hm?"

"Too fast," Draco agreed as his hand slid over Harry's shoulder and under his hair to the back of his neck, caressing the soft skin there.

Harry sighed with the touch. "Wouldn't change it though," he said. "I love them more than anything."

Draco smiled, grey eyes focused on those shining green. He knew the pain they had both suffered and what it meant to them to say they wouldn't change what had happened. "Yes, where we should be, exactly," he agreed.

"Exactly," Harry echoed. "I belong with my husband and kids, and I will until I'm old and dead." He smiled.

Draco pulled against Harry's neck, bringing his husband close and kissing him.

Harry allowed Draco to kiss him and kissed back, feeling the warmth that always accompanied Draco's touch.

The blond shivered at the taste and feel of Harry. They had recently celebrated five years together and he found that even now each kiss was amazing to him. He pulled back to rub his nose against Harry's, knowing how much the simple gesture would delight him.

Harry hummed with contentment and smiled a wide, lazy smile. "I adore you," he said quietly.

"Good," Draco answered smugly, arching an eyebrow.

Harry chuckled, stretching and then adjusting himself into a more comfortable position against his husband. "You know what you just made me think of with that kiss?"

"What?" Draco asked, fingers sliding up the back of Harry's skull and luxuriating in the feel of the thick dark strands slipping through them.

"The fact that Valen asked how a baby got inside Hermione's belly, and the fact that you told him to ask later," Harry answered.

Draco smirked and waited for his husband to continue.

"What do we tell a four-year-old?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. "I didn't think this would come up for another few years at least."

"The truth," Draco said calmly. "If he is old enough to ask, then maybe he should know."

Harry let out a snort. "Tell him about sex? He's four!"

Draco laughed. "And what would you tell him?"

Harry made a bit of a face. "I don't know," he said. "Certainly no bloody details."

"You don't trust me?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow at his husband.

Harry gave Draco a disgruntled look. "After five years and two kids, you're completely right. I don't trust you," he said sarcastically. "I'm just saying .... He's so little."

"He is who he is," Draco sighed. "He is curious about everything. He seemed in a hurry to be born and now he is always in a hurry to be grown." He shrugged.

Harry sighed too, still frowning slightly. "What do you plan on telling him?"

"Trust me," Draco smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "So I'm not going to be there then?" he said.

"If you won't die of embarrassment," Draco teased.

Harry gave Draco a look of mock-offence. "Me? Embarrassed?"

Draco grinned and shook his head, leaning up to kiss him again.

***

Draco knew that Valen wouldn't let it go. It just wasn't his nature to forget an unanswered question. So later that evening, with April already having fallen asleep on the sofa beside Harry, Valen walked up and stood with hands on his hips in front of where Draco sat in a chair, reading.

Draco looked up and arched an eyebrow at the boy.

Valen huffed.

"Yes?"

"You promised."

"Fine," Draco said, closing his book and setting it aside.

Harry looked over at the pair and sighed, unable to help focusing on how little his son was, how little his voice was. He couldn't believe Valen was about to get some semblance of a 'sex talk.'

"So ask what you want to know," Draco encouraged, watching that determined look. Somehow Valen seemed to know that this wasn't a question he was expected to ask and instead of deterring him, it seemed to make him more set on it.

"How did the baby get inside?" Valen repeated.

Draco had had all day to think of an answer but still felt daunted, no matter how confident he had behaved with Harry. "Well," Draco said. "Each person has an essence inside them, something that is unique to them. We share that with someone we love very much. Sometimes we combine them to make another person."

Valen frowned.

Draco sighed. "It's like planting a seed that can grow into so much more."

Well, Harry thought. So far so good.

"How did the seed get inside her," Valen insisted.

Draco winced. He had hoped that his son would be satisfied with a more metaphorical answer. He glanced nervously at Harry and then took a deep breath. "A man makes a seed inside his body," he began. "A woman has a place inside her that can join with and grow the seed. There are ways two people can join their bodies together that make it possible to plant the seed."

Harry was nervous too, and was starting to feel very unsure of all this. If Valen wanted much more of a technical answer, he didn't know if he wanted him to be given one.

Valen seemed to take a minute to consider it. He cocked his head and then looked between his fathers. "Where did I grow?" he asked.

Harry looked in surprise at Draco, having not expected that, though he supposed he should have. "Well," he said, scooting a bit closer to Draco. "You grew in my belly."

Valen nodded but then looked back and forth between the two of them again. "Daddy Harry is not a woman," he said with a hint of accusation in his voice.

Draco sighed and nodded. "No, he is not. And most of the time, a man can't carry a baby inside him like a woman can. Daddy Harry is not most people."

Harry did flush a little then, but nodded in agreement with Draco.

Draco smiled at his husband's blush and his clever child. "You are the son we created together," he added.

Valen smiled too. "And then you made April," he said firmly, sounding proud of himself for having figured that out too.

"Yes," said Harry. "And then we made April."

Valen looked calculating then. "So who will you make now?" he asked, looking between them.

Draco laughed and glanced over at his husband, arching an eyebrow.

Harry raised both his eyebrows, looking from Draco to Valen. "Um, well, I'm not sure," he said, slightly amused. "Do you think we should make another baby?"

Valen huffed with a looking indignant at the question. "Yes," he insisted in a tone that implied it was obvious.

Draco laughed in delight and grinned, face flushed as he waited to see what his husband would say to that.

Harry scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head at the obvious pleasure Draco was now taking out of the conversation. "Well, I know Daddy Draco wants another baby," he said. "That would mean you would have a new little cousin from Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, and a new little brother or sister."

"Brother," Valen said firmly with a nod of his blond head.

Draco laughed again and pulled the determined little boy into his lap for a hug.

Harry shook his head again, looking seriously at Draco, but smiling as well. He moved even closer, laying a kiss on Valen's forehead. "Brother, eh?" he said.

"Exactly," Valen said, using his favourite word in that perfect imitation of Draco.

Harry laughed, kissing him again before kissing the corner of his husband's mouth. When being outnumbered included Draco and Valen, Harry knew when to smile and give in. He subconsciously ran a hand across his own belly, their little family was about to grow in size. And love.

[Valen certainly has plans!]

Chapter 24

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 22: Heroes and Elves

2009-09-17T06:36:43Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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: 22/?
Chapter Title: Heroes and Elves
Words: 3953 Words

Harry shut Valen's bedroom door very quietly once the boy had fallen asleep. He and Draco had already put April to bed. It was surprising really. She was usually the one that took longer.

They'd had a quiet dinner and night at home with only their children. Ron and Hermione had gone out to eat and to see a film, The Lord of the Rings. It was adapted from a book Hermione had read, of course. Ron had come back amused, but amazed, as he always did about Muggle movies, and he'd gone on for ages about the ways Muggles had of trying to have a go at magic.

Harry shook his head, stepping into his and Draco's room to begin getting ready for bed himself. "We should go on a date," he said absently as he rid himself of his clothes and pulled the covers back on his side of the mattress.

Draco arched an eyebrow. They did go to dinner and sometimes dancing, but hadn't been going out as much lately. "Sounds nice," he agreed.

"Yeah." Harry sat down and pulled the covers up over his body, then raised a hand to spell away Draco's clothes as well. "We should go to that film Ron and Hermione went to."

Draco made a kind of half grimace, part smile. "You want me to go to a Muggle film about magic?" he asked dubiously.

Harry chuckled. "Well, they said it was good, and we've never been to a film together. You've never even been to one at all, and I've only been twice. It would be fun."

Draco looked sceptical. "No, I have never been to a Muggle theatre," he confirmed. "Did you like it when you went?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I hadn't," Harry answered. "Dudley hogged all the popcorn and soda, but it was fun."

"Popcorn?" Draco asked as he slid into bed and scooted closer to his husband.

"You've never heard of popcorn?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Should I have?" Draco asked, turning on his side and propping his head on his hand as they talked.

Harry snorted. "It's just surprising is all," he replied. "It’s food, and a lot of people eat it when they go to the cinema."

"So we will sit in the dark and watch a Muggle story about magic and eat popping corn?" Draco asked with a smirk.

Harry chuckled again. "If you want, and it's not only about magic. There's a story to follow as well."

Draco still found the idea dubious but there was little he wouldn't do for Harry. "In the dark with you, I might have other ideas," he teased.

"Don't you always?" Harry teased back, pressing a kiss to Draco's lips.

"Always," Draco whispered, licking at his husband's lips and sliding a hand up into his hair.

***

Harry couldn't believe Draco was actually with him, at a Muggle theatre, seeing a Muggle film, surrounded by Muggles, and it hadn't even taken that much convincing to get him to go. He counted out the pounds to hand over for their tickets, holding in his laugh as his husband was jostled by some enthusiastic children standing in the queue behind them.

Draco was wearing Muggle clothing. And it felt like the fabric chafed. He didn't know if maybe he imagined it. And the tag at the back of the shirt was rubbing against his skin. He gave the children a glare and held Harry's hand tighter. As they stepped to the door, he imitated Harry who held the piece of paper out to a teenager in a uniform who tore it.

Harry was really trying desperately not to laugh. Draco pretending to be a Muggle was absolutely priceless. "You want some of that 'popping corn'?" he teased when they were inside.

Draco frowned. He knew Harry was teasing him but didn't know what was funny. "If that is what one eats here," he said cautiously, looking around at all the blinking lights and sniffing at the strange smell of the place.

Harry couldn't help it then and he did laugh, leading Draco over to the concession stand. "Do you want something to drink as well?" he asked, looking at their choices over the shoulder of a rather round man.

Draco followed where Harry was looking and tried to figure out the list of options. "Do you have a suggestion for something?" he asked.

Harry cocked his head to the side. "Well, do you want something that tastes more like fizzy juice, or cola?"

"Fizzy juice?" Draco said, still unsure. "Oh, that's chocolate," he said when he saw a box of candies. "I like chocolate."

Harry laughed again, rather loudly, and a few of the surrounding people stared at him. "I'll get some of those then, too," he said. He ended up getting sodas for both of them, a large bag of popcorn, and the chocolates. "Here," he said, handing the soda over as they moved for the theatre number printed on their tickets. "Does that taste all right?"

Draco sipped the drink through the straw, making a face again he did. "Very sweet," he said. He was looking curiously at the bag of yellow corn. He followed his husband into a crowded room with rows of seats and low lights.

Harry chose as private a spot as he could without giving up getting a good view, which meant that they were still surrounded by other people, but not overwhelmingly so. He handed the popcorn over, watching Draco's face.

"So this is edible?" Draco asked, eyes narrowed sceptically as he picked at white puffs coated in something greasy.

"Yes," Harry assured, demonstrating the fact by lifting some to his mouth. "I think it tastes good," he shrugged.

Draco trusted Harry, really he did, but they didn't always agree on things. Harry ate things like Treacle Tart, for example. So the blond was understandably wary as he put the thing in his mouth. "Salty," he said.

Harry nodded in agreement. "And it gets stuck in your teeth really horribly, but it's still good."

Draco took another one and then another sip of the syrupy drink. It was odd but they did seem to go well together. Then the lights dimmed and the large screen lit up.

Harry sat back in his seat, almost more interested in watching Draco than he was in watching the film itself.

The first thing about it was that it was loud – very loud. It startled Draco and he didn't like that. And there were all these bits and pieces about other movies before the movie they were there for. But once the story started, he found himself getting caught up in it.

Harry found it rather interesting as well. The old wizard inevitably reminded him of Dumbledore, and it was quite sad when he died. Harry also felt bad for Frodo, feeling he could definitely relate to what he went through.

Draco thought that putting all that power in one magical artifact like a ring, was probably a bad idea. There were things that were uncomfortably like their own war with Voldemort too. The elves amused him, seeming to resemble pure-blood wizards, especially in attitude, more than house-elves.

Harry was amused by the elves in the same sense, only because he knew exactly what Draco was thinking about it. However, there was one elf that was not amusing at all, but incredibly good-looking. Harry's eyes were drawn to him every time he was on screen, and he hoped he wouldn't die in any of the fights only to watch him some more.

Draco found a number of the characters sexy, but the one he was most attracted to was the one called Strider who turned out to be some kind of prince, really named Aragorn. He scooted closer, hand slipping over the armrest dividing him from his husband and taking his hand.

Harry smiled, threading their fingers together.

"The ring is like a Horcrux," Draco whispered when Boromir was nearly possessed by it.

Harry hadn't even thought of that, but it really was, and he nodded. At least Frodo didn't need to get rid of seven of them. He was so caught up in the film that he was shocked when it ended without telling the rest.

He stretched stiff limbs, reaching to pull his coat on. "There must be a sequel," he sighed.

"All that and we don't get to find out how it ends?" Draco complained. He was surprised to realise that they had managed to eat all the corn and the chocolates while they watched.

Harry smiled, amused again. "So you liked a Muggle film enough to want to know the end?"

Draco snorted, but took his husband's hand, pulling him against his own body. "It was interesting," Draco admitted.

They were stared at, but Harry ignored it. "Weird how similar it was to ... some things."

"Does that make you Frodo," Draco teased, nipping at his lover's lips despite the disapproving sounds of some of other people leaving the theatre.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I suppose," he said. "Hopefully I'm not that short."

"No, not that short," Draco teased. "You look like that prince to me."

"Oh really?" Harry said loftily. "He was shaggable. Can you guess who I liked?"

Draco flushed. "Mmm, the blond?" he guessed.

Harry laughed softly. "Ooh, you're good," he said, tugging on a strand of Draco's blond hair.

"So you think Aragorn and Legolas ...?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.

Harry grinned. "Well, it had to have been lonely on that big, long journey," he said as his voice dropped lower.

Someone behind them cleared their throat and Draco released Harry. He had just been about to grope his husband in the middle of the mostly empty theatre. He looked up to see one of the employees waiting by the door.

Harry blushed, shaking his head. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

Draco took Harry's hand and led them out, aroused and eager to be alone with his husband.

They headed out of the theatre and around to where they couldn't be seen in order to Apparate home, and Harry was still amused and aroused both as they handed their coats to the house-elf. "If you were an elf, you would be one of those hot ones," he said.

Draco arched an eyebrow at his husband. "I would certainly hope so," he said indignantly. The children would mostly likely be in bed already, so he drew his husband against him and Apparated to their bedroom.

A moment after they landed in the room, Ron poked his head inside their door. "I thought I heard you," he said, completely ignoring how Harry and Draco were pressed together. It was a normal occurrence, after all. "We just put April in her cot."

"Okay," Harry answered, impatient and trying not to show it. "Thanks for watching them."

"They were good," Ron nodded. "Did you like the film?"

Harry stared at him pointedly.

Draco snorted but nodded.

Ron laughed at them. "The elf?" he asked Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrows, but laughed as well. "Yeah, if you're talking about what I think you are."

Ron shook his head. "I knew you'd like the poncy one," he teased. "'Night," he added, ducking out before Draco could retort.

Draco shook his head but then turned his attention back to his husband. "So you were going to tell me how Aragorn turned to Legolas on their long journey," he prompted, voice low.

Harry smiled, sliding his hands into the back pockets of Draco's jeans. His arse really did look amazing in them. "Well," he started, "maybe Legolas would walk in on Aragorn 'polishing his sword' and offer him a helping hand."

Draco laughed in delight, sliding a hand between them and cupping the front of Harry's jeans. "Oh, yes, he would want to aid his hero."

Harry's eyelids drooped with the sensation of Draco's warm hand. "And Aragorn would gladly accept the aid of those clever, quick archer's fingers."

Draco chuckled warmly, using said fingers to unfasten Harry's jeans and slide them inside. "Legolas would want to serve his future king and companion," he said, then slid to his knees, looking up at Harry.

Harry's cock seemed to leap up and he gasped quietly, his fingers slipping into silky blond hair. "There's no doubt he would serve very well," he breathed.

Draco's looked up in both amusement and awe at his beautiful husband. He wrapped long fingers around Harry's shaft and then ran his tongue up the underside of it. "Such a beautiful sword," he teased.

Harry released a soft groan and smiled. "Luckily, this one has never been broken to pieces."

"Feels firm and fine to me," Draco said, drawing the foreskin back and swirling his tongue over the sensitive head.

"And your skills seem quite satisfactory," Harry replied as a prickling, pleasurable heat spread across his skin.

"Satisfactory?" Draco asked with an arched eyebrow.

Harry grinned down at him and flicked Draco's nose. "No talking back to your king," he drawled, knowing that his flushed face and terribly erect cock gave away just how 'satisfactory' he found Draco's skills.

Draco grinned and leant forward, sliding his lips over the ‘crown’ of said king's arousal, licking and sucking.

"Ahh, yeah," Harry sighed, his head falling back. He gripped Draco's hair tighter, pushing and pulling.

Draco loved it when Harry pulled his hair like that and it spurred on his own arousal as he slid his mouth further down Harry's shaft, humming in delight.

Harry arched forward into that wet, soft heat, his mouth falling open. "Yes, suck me," he whispered, spreading his legs wider even though he was still in his trousers.

Draco did, taking more of Harry's cock into his mouth, pressing it into the back of his throat. His fingers moved up and down with his mouth, stroking Harry as he sucked him.

Harry gasped in delight, but then gripped Draco's hair even tighter, pulling him back. "I want you to bend over for me," he told him.

Draco licked his lips. "Anywhere you like, your majesty," he answered with a smirk.

Harry chuckled in a deeply aroused sort of way. "Strip," he ordered, smugly removing his own shirt and tossing it carelessly aside.

Draco got to his feet, quickly removing the Muggle clothes and tossing them onto a chair. He smiled, stroking his own cock and waiting for Harry's next command.

"Mmm, someone as beautiful as you are shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes," Harry purred, both serious and wondering if Draco would get the underlying joke about elves.

"Git," Draco chided, shaking his head. "You want me naked around everyone?" he added, knowing that unlikely given Harry's jealousy.

Harry snorted. "No," he answered, rolling his eyes. "And you're slipping out of character." He removed his jeans, shoes, and socks with his magic, then stepped forward to spread his hands over Draco's chest.

Draco grinned. "My apologies, Sire," he replied but couldn't keep the amusement from his voice.

Harry laughed. "Well, I'm not king yet," he said. "Just a fierce, gorgeous warrior, for now." He waggled his eyebrows.

"I'd still like to show you my appreciation and pledge my ... service to you," Draco purred.

Harry began to kiss and nibble Draco's skin. "And I will certainly want to make sure my loyal subjects are always pleased."

"Mmm," Draco hummed, hands sliding around Harry's waist, caressing him.

Harry grasped Draco's arse with both hands, squeezing as if testing the feel of it. "And you know what else?" he whispered.

"What?" Draco asked breathlessly, moving closer so that his arousal slid against Harry's.

"I believe I've found the perfect sheath for my sword," Harry answered, sliding one hand down the crack of Draco's arse.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that bad joke. "Perfect for you, I agree," he whispered.

Harry laughed again, kissing Draco's lips as his fingers played lightly over the blond's entrance. "Now I believe I told you to bend over," he said.

"As you command, Sire," Draco said, still smirking as he turned around. He leant forward and braced himself against the foot of their bed.

Harry took in the view quite happily, landing a smart smack on one of Draco's arsecheeks. "Now, if you're half as good with this as you are with that bow, I believe we'll have a beautiful fellowship," he grinned.

"Elves are long lived. I've been around longer than you have," Draco retorted, rotating his hips suggestively.

Harry grasped those rotating hips with eager hands. "Sounds promising," he said. "You may please me yet." He thought it was funny and hot at the same time, oddly enough.

Draco looked back over his shoulder with a smirk. "As you wish, my king," he responded, his cock hanging hard and leaking as he waited for Harry to ‘sheath his sword.’

Simply because he could, Harry loaded his fingertips with magic to trail them over Draco's skin on the path towards his entrance again. He performed the Lubrication Charm against that tight hole and muttered, "How incredibly amazing," in a pseudo-shocked voice. "I seem to have developed sexual powers."

Draco gasped and then chuckled at his lover's odd humour. He spread his legs wider. "Maybe you have found the ring you have been looking for," he teased.

Harry couldn't help but laugh loudly at that one, even while sliding fingers into his husband's arse. "Merlin," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Or Gandalf," Draco laughed, body shivering as he opened to his husband's touch and magic.

Harry began laughing yet again, positively giddy with humour. "If we don't stop, I'm never going to get it in."

"Oh, that would be a tragedy, Sire," Draco quipped, but it was heartfelt.

"Quite the tragedy," Harry agreed, pressing his fingers to Draco's prostate as he stretched him, and moving in to press close and let Draco feel just how hard he was.

Draco moaned at both sensations, his body quivering around those fingers. "Oh, please," he gasped.

Harry leant down and licked the skin between Draco's shoulder blades. He slid his fingers slowly and teasingly away, then grasped his cock to tease Draco's opening with that as well.

The blond whimpered, probably not something an elf in the movie would do, but he didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. He arched his back more, lifting his hips and trying to encourage Harry.

"Do you want it?" Harry whispered between wet kisses to Draco's skin, more aroused now than anything else.

"Yes, please fuck me," Draco begged, shaking with desire now.

Harry began to push forward, but stopped just shy of actually breaching the blond, his breath coming in quick pants. "Please, what?" he whispered, cock pulsing.

Draco whined this time but then tried to remember the game. "Please, your majesty," he moaned.

Harry grinned and moved inside, his mouth open against Draco's back. He took skin between his teeth, not quite biting down, but holding it there.

The delicious slide of Harry's cock into him with the counterpoint of teeth on his skin had Draco whimpering in pleasure this time, hands fisting in the blanket on the bed. "Yessss!"

Harry began to increase the pressure of the bite as he moved his hips back and forward, firm and smooth.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Draco responded enthusiastically, forehead resting on the bed as he arched into it.

Harry pulled up then to thrust even more firmly, taking a possessive hold on Draco's hips as he did.

"Yes, yours," Draco gasped, feeling his husband's magic crackling over his skin and in each thrust.

"Mine," Harry responded, somewhat breathless, but still persistently strong in his movements. He kept his eyes open, watching the way Draco arched, taking every slide forward.

Draco moaned, holding nothing back. Pre-come dripped from his cock as it bounced with every thrust.

The harder Harry fucked Draco, the harder it became to hold back himself. He gasped and finally had to let his eyes fall shut, his fingers digging into Draco's skin as he pulled him onto his cock over and over again, teeth bared with the pleasure of it. "Close!" he gasped, even though Draco would be able to tell.

Draco could barely breathe for the magic sparking through his body. Sweat gleamed on his skin in the candlelight and he was panting. "Yesss," he managed to hiss.

Harry's spine curved inward with the force of his orgasm and his mouth opened in a long, loud shout in the direction of the ceiling.

Draco's release shuddered through his body with Harry's magic, like a hot blast from the inside out, body trembling and knees wobbling to keep upright.

Carefully pulling out, Harry then flopped onto his back on the bed, reaching to pull at Draco's arms.

Draco happily crawled into his husband's embrace. "My hero," he whispered.

"Your sated hero," Harry replied with a smile. "That was fun."

Draco's sweaty face was pressed to his lover's equally damp chest. He licked the skin. "I will be your sheath any time, Sire," he teased.

Harry's smile widened. "Is that what we're going to do every time we see a film now?" he asked, implying that they would see more.

Draco chuckled. "If I get that every time I go to the movies," he said. "Much better than the greasy corn."

"You get that any time you want," Harry said suggestively, leaning down to kiss.

Draco lifted his head, kissing Harry with slow sensuality that suited his relaxed state. Then he curled comfortably against him, head on Harry's shoulder. Like many times when they were like this, his gaze was drawn to the 'H' on the canopy support. "They write stories about magic but they don't even know the most powerful wizard in the world lives among them," he said softly.

"It's still strange to think of it that way," Harry said in reply. "Most powerful wizard in the world? I'll never be used to it."

Draco sometimes found it strange himself – strange that Harry hadn't know that he was capable of so much power. And, as a sensitive, it seemed absolutely obvious to him. It was like the rest of the world was blind and he was trying to describe colour. "Strider didn't look like much to outsiders either," he pointed out.

Harry snorted. "I thought I was technically Frodo."

"Well, you do have hairy toes," Draco smirked.

Harry pulled a face and lifted his leg to examine his foot. "I guess," he agreed. "The most powerful wizard with hairy feet."

Draco snickered, ruffling his husband's hair on his head too. "Very hairy," he teased.

"That is my name," Harry pointed out.

"Then I suppose it suits you," Draco said, grinning and looking at his husband with sparkling eyes. After a minute, his face smoothed out, his expression serious. "So does Frodo make it?" he asked.

"I don't know the end," Harry answered, pushing Draco's hair away from his face.

"Hemione said it was based on several books," Draco said. "We should read them."

Harry smiled in amusement. "No patience for the sequel?"

"How long until the next part?" Draco asked sceptically.

Harry chuckled. "I don't know," he said. "I could ask Hermione for her books, though."

"Good," Draco answered, giving him a kiss. "Want me to read them to you? Maybe we will find more ... inspiration?"

Harry smiled at the suggestion. "Sounds very good to me," said Harry. "And inspiration will be easy to find with you reading the words with that sexy voice."

Draco flushed happily at that and relaxed against his husband.

[Role playing together with LOTR! And another fav pairing of mine!]

Chapter 23

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The Priviledge Meme

2009-09-16T22:33:54Z

Instructions: Highlight in BOLD whatever applies to you. [I made a few notes and italics on questionable ones.]

1. Father went to college
2. Father finished college
3. Mother went to college
4. Mother finished college
5. Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
6. Were the same or higher social class than your high school teachers
7. Had more than 50 books in your childhood home. [My mom read constantly but books usually came from the library. She had some, but not a lot. I started collecting used books as a teen.]
8. Had more than 500 books in your childhood home.
9. Were read children's books by a parent
10. Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18
11. Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18
12. The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively. [I'm "white," but I'm from a working class background and am queer, so not really. It was kind of mixed.]
13. Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18
14. Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs
15. Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs
16. Went to a private high school
17. Went to summer camp [Does twice on scholarship for a week to a church camp count?]
18. Had a private tutor before you turned 18
19. Family vacations involved staying at hotels
20. Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 [Ugly hand-me-downs that never fit donated by the church. I got a "new" pair of jeans, my first pair, for my 13th birthday.]
21. Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them
22. There was original art in your house when you were a child
23. Had a phone in your room before you turned 18
24. You and your family lived in a single family house
25. Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home
26. You had your own room as a child
27. Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course
28. Had your own TV in your room in high school
29. Owned (an investment) in high school or college
30. Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
32. Went on more than one cruise with your family
33. Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up [Mom used to take us on free days etc.]
34. You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family. [We had two small wall heaters and used to fight over the right to stand in front of them. Dad constantly complained about the cost.]
35. I am for the most part healthy and have no significant disability.
36. I have been born into a gender which I am comfortable with.
37. My sexuality is viewed positively in the media and by the majority of my society.
38. My sexuality is not visible to others just by looking at me. [My hair is buzzed again, so no. But this one varies over time and by location.]
39. My peer group is represented positively in the media and embraced positively by the majority of society.
40. My ethnic group is represented positively in the media and rarely stigmatized or stereotyped. [If this means race, then yes. If it includes class and other factors, then no.]
41. The language spoken by teachers in school was the same language as that I spoke with my family at home.
42. My parents and teachers took it for granted that I would attend university.
43. Any money I earned at part-time jobs before I turned 18 was mine to keep or put towards my education. [I was never required to share it, but I often ended up doing so.]
44. I know what my family's genetic history is.
45. IF people see me with my parents, they assume we're related. [I changed this to IF not "when" because my dad is dead and he wasn't my bio father.]
46. I graduated from college or university with (almost) no debt.
47. During college or university, I could use income from part-time jobs to supplement my spending money (rather than for tuition, books, or living expenses).

Harry Potter and The Bound Prince - Chapter 21: Abraxan

2009-09-15T06:43:18Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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: 21/?
Chapter Title: Abraxan
Words: 4074 Words

Harry walked beside an excited and nervous Ron Weasley, who was clutching a sleek new broomstick. He had recently dubbed the broom the Abraxan500, named after the powerful winged horses. Only within the past few weeks had Ron finished the development of his first broom, and it had not yet been flown. Harry had agreed to test it for the first time.

"You are sure it's going to be safe, aren't you?" asked Hermione, who was walking with them as well.

Fred snorted. "Eh, Harry'll probably crack his skull open," he said. The twins had come from work to watch the first flight. Mr Weasley was there, as well, and shot a displeased look toward Fred before smiling encouragingly at Ron.

"I'm sure Harry's skull will be fine, son," Mr Weasley pointed out in a cheerful voice. Harry could see the pride and happiness on Mr Weasley's face when he turned to give Harry a broad smile.

Ron looked even more nervous and Harry shook his head.

"Maybe I should just test it," said Ron.

"I already said I would," Harry replied. "I can stop it if something goes wrong and I promise I won't crack my skull." He smiled wryly, raising an eyebrow.

Draco snorted and then hefted April against his hip, holding her with his silver arm. Valen bounced along beside him.

Ron sighed as they neared the pitch, shaking his head now, too.

"Aww, don't worry, little brother," said George, grasping Ron's shoulder and giving it a rough shake. "You can't have completely screwed it up."

"That's right," said Fred. "You are of our blood."

Hermione frowned at them. "I think he's done a very good job," she said firmly.

"Ooh, and Mrs Weasley attacks," said Fred, chuckling.

Hermione rolled her eyes and Mr Weasley held up one hand in the direction of the twins. "That's enough, boys," he said. "Ron's worked hard for this and Harry's being good enough to test it for him. I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I wouldn't let my husband on it if I didn't think the design was flawless," Draco said, voice a bit haughty. He still had tendency to sound like that when he was nervous.

"I wanna ride!" Valen piped, tugging on Harry's trouser leg.

Harry looked down, raising his eyebrows. Then he lifted Valen and threw him into the air. "Not this time," he said to the little boy as he caught him. "We have to test it first."

Valen laughed happily at their favourite game and April began to squirm in Draco's arm, reaching for Harry too. "Dada Harry!"

"Oh, you too, huh?" Harry said, laughing at April. He threw Valen up again before setting him back on his feet, then took April, tossing her up as well. She giggled and gasped when she went high, and then clutched Harry around the neck.

Draco smiled, grey eyes sparkling with affection as he watched his husband and children.

Harry grinned at the girl, kissing the tip of her nose as they all continued on their way. "Well, let's do this," he said to Ron, handing April back to Draco when they had reached the Quidditch pitch stands on the Manor grounds.

Draco took April and then leant in to kiss Harry before he could walk away. Harry kissed Draco back and then joined Ron on the pitch. He smiled reassuringly when he saw the anxiety on Ron's face.

"You sure about this, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Ron," Harry answered, holding a hand out for the broom. "I. Can. Stop. It."

Ron sighed one last time, handing it over.

Draco got the two children settled beside him on one of the bleachers. He tried to look calm, so as not to make the children worry. He still found himself idly fingering his wand in its sleeve.

Harry released the broom and it hovered at his mounting height. "Well, so far so good," he said, smiling up at Ron as he threw a leg over the handle. "It'll be fine."

Ron released a slightly shaky breath, nodding.

Harry nodded as well, and then rose a few feet. He was surprised with how smoothly the broom glided upward.

Over by the stands, Fred and George were watching with interest. "I have five Galleons on a broken arm," said Fred.

"Ten on a broken leg," George replied in a quiet voice, trying not to be overheard by Mr Weasley who stood down at the edge of the pitch below the bleachers.

"Oh, just be quiet," Hermione snapped, eyes never leaving Harry.

Draco was torn between amusement and annoyance but simply snorted again. He had one arm around Valen and only realised he was holding the child too tight when Valen squeaked in protest.

Harry moved cautiously, testing the tilt and rotation of the broom handle. He was struck again by the smoothness and the control. Ron might have really hit it big. He went higher, still not really putting on any speed.

"How is it?" Ron shouted from below.

"Amazing so far!" Harry shouted back, bringing the broom into a slow barrel roll.

April clutched Draco's arm and he was lucky it was his silver hand or it might have hurt. "It's okay," he assured her.

"Daddy Harry can do anything," Valen assured her, looking completely confident.

Harry pulled up again, going even higher. It seemed the broom handled height very well. He pulled a few slow twists and turns, and he gripped a little tighter as he put on a spurt of speed, shooting down several feet – he started to get nervous when it seemed he couldn't pull back up. His eyes widened and he tugged hard on the handle, but still couldn't pull up.

Draco's eyes grew wide and his heart beat faster. If his husband was pulling one of his stunts, he would have to kick his arse later. If he wasn’t ....

"Fuck," Harry hissed under his breath, watching the ground moving closer and closer. He chanced moving a hand off the broom, and flipped sideways slightly, but managed to fling a Cushioning Charm and slow himself before he hit. It did hurt though, and he knew his side would be bruised.

Ron ran over to him and Mr Weasley arrived just behind him, kneeling down and placing one hand on Harry's shoulder. "Give yourself a minute, son, before you try to get up."

Draco was up and running before he even thought about it, wand drawn and dropping to Harry's side.

Harry stared at the three of them, wincing as he pushed himself up. "Well, something's off with the speed," he said. "Lucky I decided to go down rather than up."

"Are you okay?" Ron asked, voice an octave higher.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry answered, lifting his shirt to examine the damaged side and touching it gingerly. The skin was already beginning to discolour.

Draco scowled, heart still beating fast. He felt torn between anger and relief. It was ridiculous, the rational part of him knew that. The fingers of his right hand were curled tight about his wand.

Harry frowned, reaching to rub Draco's arm as Hermione rushed over with the kids and the twins. "I'm fine," he said.

Draco huffed but then reached to touch Harry's side, his fingers cautiously tracing the edges of the blossoming bruise.

Hermione had gone pale, but the twins were grinning.

"Break anything?" George asked with a smirk, eyeing Harry's legs.

"No," Harry said, snorting. "And I can heal this bruise."

"You fall down," came April's little voice from where she stood clutching Hermione's hand.

Harry smiled at her. "Yes, love, but I'm okay."

"See, told you," Valen told his sister, tone smug.

"Heal it," Draco insisted, fingers still touching Harry's skin.

Harry cocked an eyebrow before looking down at his side again. He focused his magic into it, healing from the inside. He felt it tingle and knew it was working.

Draco felt it too, shivering at the feel and licking his lips automatically.

Harry smirked and released an amused breath. "All better now," he said, eyes on his husband.

"There are children present," said Hermione when the twins had smirked as well. Mr Weasley cleared his throat and appeared to be studying some point off in the distance.

Draco pulled his hand back, feeling like he should say he hadn't done anything, but his blush gave away his thoughts.

"Anyway," said Harry, sparing his husband. "Like I said, something's not right with the speed. I tried to go fast and it wouldn't let me change direction."

Ron sighed and nodded, retrieving the broomstick.

"Don't worry though," Harry continued. "It's probably easy to fix."

***

"I have no idea why I'm doing this," said Harry, clutching the highly improved Abraxan500. Test after test had been performed, and after the speed problem had been corrected, Harry had never flown on a better broomstick before. He had no idea how Ron had done it, but his friend had truly developed something amazing.

They had contacted Oliver Wood, who still played for Puddlemere United. He'd had a few words, and the owner of the team had agreed to show Ron's broom off at half time during one of the games – but only if Harry Potter flew it, and if they gave the team one of the brooms for free. The publicity that came with Harry's name brought a crowd to the match, which was good for the team, and for Ron, so Harry couldn't not do it, even though using his fame to get things, or using it for anything really did make him a bit uncomfortable.

At that moment, he was standing down on the sidelines with Draco as halftime neared. The rest of the family was up in the box, watching the game.

Draco leant against the wall near the entrance to the pitch. Although he enjoyed watching Quidditch games, most of his attention during this one was on the dark haired man pacing in front of him. "You are working yourself into a state," he commented.

Harry huffed and ceased his pacing, letting his head fall back. "Half the crowd's here for the bloody halftime 'show'," he said. "This isn't a big game."

Draco chuckled. "I'd come to see Harry Potter any day," he drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You see me every day," he said. "I was going to pull off a few dives, makes a few loops, and now – Merlin, look how many bloody people are here!" He huffed again, knowing it was stupid. He'd played in front of all of Hogwarts, but nothing had been expected of him then.

"You don't even have to catch the Snitch," Draco huffed. "Just show them some pretty moves. You always make flying look easy."

Harry sighed, smiling a bit at his husband. "Whatever you say," he shrugged, looking over his shoulder as the commentator announced his name.

Draco leant over and gave him a quick kiss before he could launch.

Harry took a deep breath then, guiding the broom easily out into the air. He heard the crowd roar and felt pretty much like an idiot, but there was nothing else for it. He raised a hand and gave a wave, and did smile when he saw the Weasleys and his children cheering from their seats.

As the commentator began to describe the broom, Harry rose up higher into the air. The crowd roared as he looped effortlessly, hardly needing to think about it, and as he pulled off a few more moves, he did start to feel better. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, smiling up at the sight. It still amused him that watching Harry fly aroused him so much. He had made sure to wear robes, not trousers, today in anticipation of that fact and that he would be in front of a large crowd which included their children.

Harry swerved and dove and shot up again, grinning now as he simply flew without worry. Probably made the broom look better like that, anyway. After one last dive that he managed to pull out of just in time, bringing a gasp from the spectators, he landed easily on his feet.

Draco's gasp and moan was lost in the applause from the ecstatic crowd and he was very glad their children were up in the stands instead of standing with him.

Harry gave another short, salute-like wave, climbing off the broom and making his way back over to Draco to let the regular game continue. "That was great," he said, grinning.

Draco tried to control his face, smiling but not well, certainly not blushing or drooling over his gorgeous husband with his wind-tousled hair and face flushed from riding. The blond swallowed hard.

Harry cocked his head to the side, a smug smirk slipping over his smile, though he felt a flash of warmth in his gut staring at Draco looking so obviously turned-on and so very fetching. "How was it?" he asked.

"Fantastic," Draco managed, licking his lips.

Harry waggled his eyebrows a bit. "You can show me how fantastic when we get home," he said. "Join the others for now?"

Draco took a deep breath, trying to control himself as his heart sped up even more with that promise. He nodded.

Harry smiled again, holding his free hand out to his husband.

Draco still trembled as he took Harry's hand, squeezing it.

Bringing that hand to his lips, Harry kissed the top of it. "You are very hard to resist, my love," he said, moving toward the stairs.

Draco leant in, whispering in Harry's ear. "Our family will be watching the game."

"True enough," Harry whispered back, feeling his cock give a twitch. "Are you suggesting we not wait until we're home?"

"I don't think anyone would mind the hero using the showers after flying," Draco whispered again.

"Hmm, how about the hero and his husband?" Harry asked, having paused on the steps.

"Exactly," Draco said, ear pressed to Harry's, whispering despite the loud crowd. He licked the edge of Harry's ear.

Harry moaned quietly. "Come help me wash up," he said, changing direction. "There might be a few places that are hard to reach."

Draco grinned as his husband led him back down out of the stands and to the home team's locker room.

Once inside the room, Harry backed Draco into a corner, grinning as he moved in to kiss him and then pull gently on his bottom lip with his teeth. "What is it about a locker room?" he whispered hotly. He leant against the wall with his hands on either side of Draco.

"I spent years playing against you and having many locker room fantasies," Draco gasped, hands reaching to slide under the Quidditch uniform top.

Harry chuckled lowly. "Oh, yes, I know," he said. He and Draco had played many of them out. "However," he continued, "I think I like being your husband and being allowed to bend you over again and again."

Draco moaned, body shivering at his husband's words. "Yes, bend me over," he encouraged.

"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, bringing his hands over Draco's body and stripping him bare. He stripped himself as well before grasping Draco's arse and squeezing. "Most amazing arse on the planet," he said, taking the skin of Draco's neck between his teeth.

Draco gasped at the shock of the cold stone of the wall against his back and Harry's magic and hot body against his front. He tilted his head, encouraging Harry's teeth on his neck and his own hands scratching up his husband's back.

Harry sucked in a hissing breath before he bit down hard enough to leave a bruise, and then another. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, bringing his fingers up, sliding slowly between Draco's arsecheeks. He healed the marks he'd left with his tongue, feeling the slick muscle tingle.

"Fuck, yes!" Draco growled. Sometimes he really wanted it rough. Rough because it was exciting but also because then Harry had an excuse to heal him, too, which felt fantastic.

Harry chuckled again, darkly. "Good," he said. He quickly grasped Draco's wrists then, stepping back as he pulled him forward. "Bend over," he demanded, directing Draco towards one of the benches.

Draco bent forward, hands on the bench, hair hanging around his face and arse turned up for his lover. His cock twitched powerful at the feel of being presented and exposed like this, knowing someone could walk in on them at any minute.

"God, you are so fucking hot," Harry groaned, slapping Draco's arse as he lubed the fingers of his other hand and slid them inside.

The slap stung in just the right way and Draco spread his legs wider when he felt Harry's fingers pushing into him.

"Fuck, yes, spread your legs for me, my dragon," Harry growled and purred at the same time. He pumped his fingers quickly, squeezing with the other hand.

Draco's fingers, silver and flesh, curled over the edge of the bench as he submitted to the delicious stretching and squeezing. His cock hung hard and heavy beneath him. "Yes, my lion, yours," he gasped.

Harry bent over Draco as he removed his fingers and took his cock in hand. He teased his husband's entrance, rubbing the head of his cock over it as he nipped with hard little bites over Draco's shoulders.

Draco shuddered, wriggling his arse in response to the teasing. "Yours," he whispered, "devour me."

"Mmm, yes," Harry whispered, standing upright again before pushing in. He closed his eyes with the feeling of such tightness, cock leaking inside his husband.

Draco's cock was dripping onto the bench now and his legs shaking as he felt Harry's thickness fill him. His moan was long and full of sheer delight.

"Gonna make you come so hard," Harry promised in a moan, grasping Draco's hips and purposely laying his hand over the lion.

Draco would not be surprised if his moans were loud enough to be heard outside now, Harry's flesh and magic almost too much. His right hand was near white knuckled where he held the bench, and the silver might leave a dent. "Yes, take me, fuck me," he growled back.

Harry moved forward hard, entranced with the way Draco's body looked and felt. "Fuck yes," he hissed and snarled. "Mine!"

Each thrust forward filled Draco, making his body shudder and his skin shiver with the magic that came with Harry's excitement.

Harry's breathing sped up and he bit his lip tightly and grasped even tighter. "Fuck, Draco, coming!" he shouted, bending again to grasp the bench as he spilled his seed.

Draco's seed splattered on the bench below and he curled forward, nearly collapsing onto the bench, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, yes," he whispered.

Harry pressed the side of his face to Draco's back, his eyes closed as he panted. "Yes," he echoed his husband.

Draco's knees shook and he began to chuckle.

Harry laughed lowly as well, kissing Draco's skin as he shakily tried to push himself up.

Once his husband slipped from his body and stepped back, Draco sank to his knees on the floor, laughing in earnest now.

Harry raised his eyebrows, watching Draco with amusement.

Draco pushed his hair off his face, tossing it back over his shoulder and looked up at his husband, still laughing. "How are you at repairing wood?" he managed after a minute and then pointed to where he had scored the edge of the bench with his silver fingers.

Harry joined in with the laughter then. "Merlin, that thing could be dangerous," he said, thinking of how the benches in the locker room back home looked.

Draco pulled himself up to sit on the bench, careful to avoid both the slick spot and the gouges in the wood. He reached for Harry, drawing him close for a kiss.

Harry smiled, kissing Draco thoroughly as he let his arms rest atop his broad shoulders.

Draco finally pulled back, smiling happily up at him. "We should get that shower now before someone catches the Snitch and this room is full of shocked Quidditch players, including Oliver Wood."

Harry grinned. "Good idea," he said, pulling Draco up.

Draco cast a Cleaning Charm on the bench and floor and smirked while Harry managed to repair the worst of the damage to the bench. Then they actually did shower, just managing to get dressed when they heard the roar of the crowd outside that signalled someone had indeed caught the Snitch.

Harry ruffled his own wet hair, drying it quickly. "Just in time," he said, letting out a short laugh, as he reached for Draco's hand and then headed for the door.

***

Harry led them both up the stairs and into the box their family and friends were gathered in.

"Merlin," said Ron, beaming as he waved them over. "What took you so long to get up here?"

"Just took a quick shower," Harry answered, managing to cover his blush.

Ron didn't seem to find anything wrong with that answer, and if he did, Harry didn't think he cared very much. "That was brilliant!" Ron said. "It looked great out there!"

Mr Weasley lightly clapped Harry on the back. "You did an incredible job, Harry. The crowd loved watching you and the broom looked amazing." Harry flushed slightly at the praise and smiled first at Ron and then Mr Weasley.

Valen was bouncing up and down, not wanting to be left out. "Daddy Harry flies better than anyone!"

Draco grinned, nodding. He certainly agreed with that. "I think it was a good demonstration and the news combined with the ads in the Daily Prophet should really make the opening."

Harry grinned, ruffling Valen's hair.

"It certainly should," Mrs Weasley agreed. "You did wonderfully, dear," she said to Harry. She actually didn't attend too many Quidditch matches, but had come to see the Abraxan flown in public for the first time. Then she turned to Ron, kissing him on the cheek as she congratulated him.

"Aye, not so bad," drawled a voice from behind.

Harry turned, still grinning as his eyes met the sight of Oliver Wood, still in his uniform. He held a hand out to him. "Not so bad yourself from what I saw," he answered.

"We won," Wood said, nodding and shaking Harry's hand. He nodded to Draco and reached a hand out to Ron. "And that broom of yours is fantastic.”

Ron shook the offered hand enthusiastically. "Can't thank you enough for helping us out, mate," he said, his voice as enthusiastic as his greeting.

Wood smiled and glanced around the box at the family, grinning. "Aye, well, I think the broom helped us win this one."

"You fly good, too," Valen declared and Wood laughed, smiling down at him.

Harry snorted, looking down at Valen as well.

"Okay, okay," said a voice from next to them. "Your daddies are right here."

Harry turned his head to see Ginny, hefting a squirming April in her arms. "She's going to absolutely die without one of you," she said, sounding a bit amused.

Harry chuckled, reaching for the little girl and kissing her forehead.

Wood grinned. "Cute kids," he said to Harry, but his eyes stayed on Ginny.

"Valen and April," Draco said, smirking, "and I think you may have met Ron's sister, Ginny, back at Hogwarts."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at Draco, but held her hand out to Oliver. "Sure, I remember you," she said with a smile. "Left after my second year. Great game."

"Ye were such a little thing then," Wood teased, holding her hand just a little longer than usual.

Ginny's eyes may have glinted. "Well, maybe then," she said, still smiling.

It was clear from Wood's eyes that he liked the way she looked now. "You like Quidditch?" he asked.

"Love it," said Ginny. "Played Seeker and Chaser back in school."

"Replaced me for a bit when I couldn't play," said Harry, grinning at Draco quickly before glancing back.

Draco grinned and rolled his eyes. "Why don't we go out for dinner to celebrate the Abraxan's début. Wood, care to join us?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," said Ron, who had been staring a little oddly between Ginny and Oliver, but now seemed happy. "Come with us."

"Aye," Wood grinned, "It'd be a pleasure."

[They do still like changing rooms!]

Chapter 22

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 20: Empathy

2009-09-10T06:36:41Z

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
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Others (Mark to Read): One time - Harry/Draco/Fred/George
Book Length: 128,000? Words (40+? 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.
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Chapter Number/Total: 20/?
Chapter Title: Empathy
Words: 3320 Words

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, fingers playing with the inky damp hair at the back of Harry's neck. They lay there for a few minutes, sweat drying on their bodies. "Our life now is more than I could have wished for," he said, considering how to segue into a conversation about his mother.

Harry laughed and pressed closer to Draco. "Well, if you wished for a houseful of people who never imagined they would ever live together and noisy children then I have to agree that you definitely got what you wanted. You should have seen your mother's face yesterday when Hermione brought up the stuff about house-elves. At first she looked shocked but by the time Hermione was finished she had that same glazed look in her eye that Ron gets and I think it's the first time she and Ron had anything in common."

Draco couldn't help but laugh at that, especially since he could easily imagine his mother's reaction. He reached a hand over and laced his fingers with Harry's, hands resting on his husband's chest. "Well, they will all get a chance to recover when my mother leaves," he said.

Harry blinked and paused before saying anything. He knew that if he gave a sigh of relief that it would hurt Draco's feelings but he had to admit it was hard not to smile at that moment. Ever since they had talked, things had been better between Harry and Narcissa but he still felt uncomfortable around her. He always felt as if Narcissa were studying him or judging him and Harry was afraid that he always came up short in her eyes. "Um ... she does know she's welcome to stay, right?" Harry asked, after clearing his throat. "I know it's not what she's used to but she doesn't have to leave, Draco. Where would she go?"

Draco watched, bemused, as his husband's emotions played across his features. "I think she knows how we feel," he answered. "And she and I both appreciate your efforts, as well as Ron and Hermione's, to make her feel welcome." Draco paused, fingers carding gently through the tangle of Harry's hair. "She plans to stay in touch with us and will be back for visits. My mother and I have talked about her taking over stewardship of the Malfoy Vineyards in France."

"Are you okay with her leaving?" Harry rubbed his thumb along the back of Draco's hand. "I guess she would probably be happier in France than here but does it bother you that she wants to go?"

Draco had to think about that. Actually, what was bothering him more was that it didn't bother him. "I love my mother," he said, after a pause. "And I am very glad she is alive and back in my life. It makes me very happy to see her with Valen and April. Yet, there are parts of our past that I think will always leave a strain between us. It will probably make it easier on her as well us if we visit but not live under the same roof."

Harry wasn't sorry to see Narcissa go, but he did feel unsettled to hear Draco say that it would probably be best to have his mother leave. Harry only had the fantasy version of his own mother in his head but even with the opposing examples of Petunia Dursley and Molly Weasley, he had seen how tight their bonds were with their children. He supposed that was why he had been so angry with Narcissa in regards to what Draco had suffered through, practically under her nose. Harry sometimes wondered if Draco ever gave it any thought. "Well, I guess that makes sense," Harry said, although it actually didn't make sense to him at all. It almost made it sound as if Narcissa and Draco were distant relatives rather than mother and son. Harry turned his body more toward Draco and pushed himself up so that he rested on one elbow. In this position, he was able to look into Draco's grey eyes which seemed pensive at the moment. "I guess what I don't understand is why she disappeared for so long and now she's barely here and wants to leave. Has she even talked to you about the past or explained things?"

Draco knew he needed to talk about the past and his mother with Harry, to help him understand. Yet, most of Draco's explanations in the past only seemed to confuse his husband more. "She left to make it easier for us to fight Voldemort without her in the way," he said. "It's why she stayed away that is complicated."

"There was no reason for her to stay away after the war," Harry said firmly. "She let you think she was dead, Draco, and for what? We would have taken her in at any time; even before the war ended and we told Snape to tell her that. So why did she leave you?"

Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to collect himself, one hand still caressing Harry's hair to help him stay focused. When he opened his eyes again, looking into those earnest green ones almost undid him. "She couldn't protect me. After Macnair used her to get to us, I think she knew that Voldemort might try that." He paused again, waiting to see Harry's reaction before he continued.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he recalled the results of what had happened when Macnair had placed Narcissa under Imperius. He knew it was irrational for him to believe she could have fought it but the thought sometimes came into his head all the same. Yet, if Voldemort had got hold of Narcissa the results would have been even worse. "Of course that bastard would have used your mother," Harry said tightly, remembering the visions of Valen in the arms of the monster. "He didn't care who he used to get what he wanted. But it seems like – " Harry stopped. He didn't want Draco to feel that Narcissa was under attack and he did want to hear why she stayed away. " – like maybe she could have tried harder, that's all."

Draco arched an eyebrow, showing the scepticism he felt. "Harry, the only reason they could not use Imperius to get to me was that I was under the protection of your Binding Spell," he reminded him. Draco knew he would have been no match for an Imperius done by Voldemort. Harry's magic had protected him over and over again, even bringing him back from the brink of death.

"I don't mean that," Harry said, not really sure how to say what he did mean. "I mean that maybe if she wanted to protect you she should have left sooner. She's the one that chose to stay with Lucius as long as she did. I just think maybe she could have tried harder to protect you sooner than she did."

Draco knew it was because Harry had been raised by Muggles, but he was always surprised by the depth of ignorance Harry still had of wizarding culture and laws. "My mother couldn't have left Lucius without leaving me behind and in my father's sole custody," he said bluntly. "I was the sole heir. No one would have taken that away from Lucius and the blood-line he represented."

Harry felt a flash of annoyance at Draco's words. They had been over this before and, while he understood what Draco was saying, Harry still believed there had to have been another way for Narcissa; a better choice than living with someone as sick and cruel as Lucius. Surely Dumbledore would have helped them. "I just think it's wrong, that's all," Harry said vehemently. "I don't understand it when rules about heirs and blood are more important than people. Just because it's always been done that way doesn't make it right, Draco. And look at Parkinson; it's still happening today and everyone has the titles and the money and the heirs but is anybody happy? I want to say that I get why your mother couldn't leave without losing you but I really don't because I just can't believe that there wasn't somebody that could help her if she really had wanted to leave."

Draco shook his head and moved to sit up more, leaning against the headboard. "And just who would have saved me if she had told them?"

"Well, she had to have family that might help her," Harry replied. "Or she could have gone to Dumbledore and he would have done something to help both of you."

"The Black family? The way they stood by Sirius?" Draco couldn't help the sneer in his voice. "And Dumbledore, the way he helped me when he found out what Voldemort had done in sixth year? Or maybe he could have sent my mother and I to live in a cupboard?" Draco was angry and he knew the last line was low, but he couldn't help his own anger. Harry had always railed against Snape while defending Dumbledore, even when Snape had been the one to at least try to help mitigate what Lucius had done to Draco.

Harry's mouth dropped open at Draco's last comment and he scrambled up so that he was no longer lying alongside his husband but now sat facing him. He felt a flush of anger and humiliation at having the worst part of his childhood flung back into his face that way. "He didn't have a choice about that! It was the only way to keep me safe!" Harry shot back, shock still colouring his voice. "You would have been a lot safer in a cupboard then in your own home but you'll never know because your mother never even asked!"

Draco felt the spike of Harry's anger in his magic but refused to back down. He sat up further, arms crossed over his chest to ward off the desire to relent. "And how do you know what she did or did not do? I know she asked Severus for help. Can you even imagine what it was like to be married to Lucius? I know that before I began Hogwarts, there was a Tracking Charm on me. My father would have killed anyone who tried to take me away from him. In fact, he did try. Remember?" he demanded.

"Yes, I remember," Harry growled. "I was fucking there!" There was a part of Harry that knew he was being stubborn now but there was also a part that needed to believe in Dumbledore. He needed to believe that there was a good reason for the path of his childhood and he needed to believe that mothers could save their children if they were alive to do so. Drawing in a deep breath to argue in favour of Dumbledore, Harry then recalled Narcissa's words to him in the library and the meaning of what she had said suddenly slammed into him with the eye-widening force that unexpected clarity often brings. This wasn't about what Harry needed to believe because it wasn't about Harry's childhood. Narcissa wasn't Lily, Lucius had been insane, and Draco was ... right here, looking at him with eyes that were angry but Harry could see that beyond the anger was something else – pleading. Harry's shoulders slumped just a bit and his voice softened. "Yeah, I do remember and I hate it that you lived with that and nobody saved you. When things are wrong I want to fight against that but I can't this time and I hate the way that feels. I don't know how to fix the past, that's all ...."

Draco sucked in a deep breath at the shift in Harry. He could see and feel the way Harry had finally got what Draco had been trying to tell him. His own grey eyes were suspiciously misty as he reached a hand to caress Harry's cheek. "But someone did save me," he pointed out. "You did."

Harry shook his head and reached up to take Draco's hand. "We saved each other, love. I don't think I could have defeated Voldemort without you, and you were the one that reached out to me first. I just want to fix everything for you and, although I may want to Obliviate myself for saying this, that means making things right between you and your mother so you can have everything the way you want it to be and then maybe she won't leave you again. I still don't understand why she stayed away for so long and let you worry about her."

The warmth of Harry's affection, of Draco's hand pressed between the man's face and fingers, made him shiver. He did not want to imagine his life without Harry. His mother had been right, he didn't like what he had been becoming. Yet, it was difficult to admit it to Harry. Draco couldn't meet his husband's eyes as he did, dropping his own gaze to the dragon tattoo on Harry's hip. "She was afraid of me."

Harry's face reflected the disbelief and confusion he felt about what Draco said. "Afraid of you?" Harry replied with complete surprise. Harry had always assumed that Narcissa's reasons for staying away somehow had something to do with him and her disapproval of their bonding. He never thought it might be about Draco. "How could she be afraid of her own son? Doesn't she even know you?!"

Draco snorted, realising how much Harry had let himself forget about the way Draco had been before his father went to Azkaban. Draco supposed he played a big part in that, always telling Harry how much he had always wanted him. That part was true. He just rarely talked about how angry he'd been as well. "Do you remember me in fifth year? Or breaking your nose on the train at the beginning of sixth?"

"Yeah, but -" Harry recalled the cold eyes that had looked down on him just before that foot came smashing into Harry's face. That person seemed like a stranger now. " – but I always thought that was just a me and you thing. I never thought ..." Harry's voice trailed off and he wondered briefly how he had ever managed to destroy Voldemort when he considered just how long it sometimes took him to piece things together. "Your mother thought you would be ... like Lucius?"

Draco felt the heat on his cheeks, knowing they would be pink now. He nodded. "I wanted to be like him. I was trying to become him. I just ... wasn't very ... consistent."

This revelation startled Harry and even scared him a little although he wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if he didn't recall the proud look on Draco's face when he was a child, standing next to his father while Lucius sneered at everyone and made nasty comments. Harry supposed that what scared him was that he didn't understand this side of Draco at all and, once he fell in love with his husband, he wanted to believe that Draco had been an unwilling participant even in the cruelties he inflicted on others. Hearing this, though, opened the door a little further toward understanding Narcissa's life a little better.

Harry moved forward on the bed until he sat alongside Draco once more and pulled his husband close. He could see how hard it was for Draco to confess this to Harry and, even if he was uncertain of how he felt, he wasn't going to let Draco's courage go unrewarded. "I guess it's all you knew, right? I mean, he was your father and all, so it makes sense you would want to do things he would be proud of so he would love you." Harry struggled to keep his voice soothing as he said those words since Lucius' idea of love made him want to bring the man back to life just so he could kill him all over again. "But I don't understand why she still thought that after what we did to – to Lucius and you helped me destroy Voldemort. Why did she think you would still be like that after you were with me?"

Draco found Harry's touch comforting but it almost made it more difficult to tell him these things. "Yes, it was what I knew, what I believed. And the doubts I had, I had kept to myself, not sharing them with my mother. She had no idea how I felt about you or the so-called mission from Voldemort," Draco explained and then took a deep breath knowing he would have to continue. "She is Slytherin, Harry. And the only conversation she had with me after our bonding was at the wedding. What do you think she saw? I had been magically bound as a concubine by a man so powerful that he had somehow rescued me from Voldemort's curse and then turned around and not only got me out of paying the price for my actions, but beheaded my father, making me Lord of the Manor. From a Slytherin perspective, you appeared to be a ruthless adversary. To those who don't know you, Harry Potter seems a cunning, powerful wizard who took what he wanted. To my mother, it may have seemed like I had allied myself with you for power in the way Lucius had tried to do with Voldemort."

Harry felt his face grow warm when he heard himself described that way. He had always considered most of his own accomplishments to be the result of luck or a lot of help from other people such as Draco. It was strange to think that Narcissa, and possibly others, viewed him not as a teenager stumbling his way through life but as a powerful wizard capable of striking down those who opposed him. Harry's mind leapt from that to the night that Draco's friends had nearly got them killed in a misguided effort to 'free' Draco. An uncomfortable feeling unfurled itself in the pit of Harry's stomach and began spreading throughout him when he understood then how he appeared to those who didn't know him. It was almost more than he could take in and it unsettled him. The scrutinizing looks from Narcissa made more sense now. "Your mum thought you had completely become Lucius. She must have been scared that if she came back that you would consider her a traitor and make her pay for that. That's something Lucius would have done ...." Harry wasn't so much replying to Draco now as he was simply thinking out loud and trying to make sense of things that had never made sense before. "Lucius would have made her pay."

Draco tried not to smile, but the truth was that he had always known how Harry looked to those trained, as he was, to see power as the primary motivator of people's actions. It was one of those rare moments when Harry saw a glimpse of the Slytherin point of view. "Yes, exactly," he answered. "It must have been a terrifying gamble for her to come back, to hope that she would be allowed to see her son and grandchildren."

Harry grinned suddenly and leant over to kiss Draco on the curve of his neck. He pulled back and looked at his husband. "Well, at least now we know where you inherited the gene for gambling when you're terrified. I guess we have your mother to thank for that kiss."

Draco laughed in delight, relieved that Harry understood. "Yes, well, you are a terribly powerful wizard. The world is just lucky that you seem to focus most of your magical energy on sex," Draco teased, then waggled his eyebrows. "Something I am certainly pleased with." He leant toward his husband, nudging their noses briefly before going for another of those magical kisses.

[Slytherin perspectives always confuse Harry, but at least he understands more now.]

Chapter 21

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