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I'll be at LOSCON 36 in LA this weekend!

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:38:05 GMT

I am a guest at this weekend's LOSCON 36, a science fiction and fantasy convention, Nov. 27-29. You can find out more about the convention here: http://www.loscon.org/36/html/mainmenu.html

The's a list of panels I am speaking on HERE.

Let me know if you'll be there!

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 41: Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 04:18:51 GMT

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 40: Sensitive Topic

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:21:30 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 40/41
Chapter Title: Sensitive Topic
Words: 3793 Words

Harry was warm and content, lulled by the rhythmic movement of Draco's chest as his husband took in deep even breaths. Harry opened his eyes, blinking in the pale, early sunlight falling across their bed, and promptly curled his tongue about the nipple right near his mouth, smirking.

Draco's chest rose in a deep breath, followed by a small moan. He wasn't entirely conscious yet, but his body was instantly alert – nipples pebbling in response to that clever tongue and cock echoing the arousal.

Harry grinned somewhat sleepily, shifting atop his husband so that he could move down. He paused to quickly swipe his tongue in Draco's navel, but dipped lower to mouth Draco's forming erection.

"Mmm," Draco hummed in sleepy appreciation, fingers of his hand sliding over his husband's shoulder and into his hair.

"Good morning," Harry responded huskily, his voice hoarse from sleep. He slid hands over Draco's thighs, spreading them apart.

Draco felt warm, languid and aroused. It was one of his favourite ways to wake up. He drew his knees up, spreading his legs for his husband. "Feels like a good morning," he drawled, small smile on his lips as he half opened his eyes to look down at Harry.

"As it should," Harry said teasingly, stretching his tongue out over Draco's balls as he slicked his own hand to prepare him. As relaxed as he was, it didn't take a lot to prepare Draco. He sighed in delight as Harry's slick fingers pressed into him. Harry slid back over Draco's body, tilting his husband's head further up so that he could be granted better access to his pale throat, and then moved smoothly inside him, arms strained on either side of Draco's shoulders. Draco's response was a gasp and a happy sound that his husband occasionally compared to a cat, arching hips and neck up to meet Harry.

"Goodness, I have you purring this morning," Harry whispered, his eyes half lidded and pleased as he set about a lazy pace.

"Oh, yes, love," he gasped, his body rocking with his husband's thrusts. It was such a pleasant rhythm and Harry's magic pulsed gently with it.

Harry rained kisses down across Draco's neck and over his lips, reaching to throw the blankets off with one hand, as they were twisted up and restricting his movement.

Draco was panting now, hand returning to the back of Harry's neck, fingers curling into his hair. "Yes, yes," he chanted.

"Fuck," Harry hissed, pushing himself up and grasping Draco's sides. He moved faster, beginning to feel that he was very much going to earn his morning shower.

Draco released Harry's hair and reached between them, fisting his own cock. He didn't need it to come but liked the feel of it, his body spasming around Harry's cock with each thrust now.

Harry really should have paid more mind to the sounds of thumping and yelling, but in his current state it could have been inside his head for all he knew. He didn't stop thrusting, but did jolt when the bedroom door flew open with a crash and an accompanying, "DADDY! TELL HIM TO STO-"

Harry's eyes widened in horror and met those of his ten-year-old daughter's, who was standing rooted to the spot in her nightgown, black hair wild with sleep.

On her heels, Valen came bursting through the door, shouting "Don't listen to her, I ...," and managed to just barely avoid barreling into the back of his sister before veering off to stumble to a stop beside her. His green eyes grew wide before his cheeks turned pink.

Harry scrambled backwards, pulling free from Draco. His own face was burning hot as he reached frantically for the blankets that he'd thrown off just minutes before.

Draco flushed in both shock and the fact that he was suddenly completely exposed – legs spread and hand on his cock – to both his eldest children. He didn't know whether to be mortified or amused by the children's shocked looks or his husband’s fumbling.

Valen let out a string of hisses that Draco didn't need anyone to translate to know he was furious as he closed his eyes and turned away.

Harry was too embarrassed to scold Valen for swearing, even if it was in Parseltongue, and then even more embarrassed when he saw that he had hogged all of the covers to himself and left Draco sprawled naked. Sheepishly, he offered Draco the blanket and took a deep breath. "Er, we'll be out in a minute," he tried, voice a tad higher than usual.

Valen didn't wait, running from the room.

April remained still, but then began to slowly back away, as if her parents might start up again if she made any sudden movements. As soon as she reached the door, she too turned and fled after Valen.

Harry slumped down to the mattress, his face still flamingly red. Draco stared after their children and then at his husband – and began to laugh. Harry stared at Draco in shock, wondering what on earth he was laughing at. "What's funny?" he asked weakly.

That certainly did help, causing Draco to laugh harder, hand clutching his stomach now instead of his cock.

Harry couldn't join in as he usually did, only able to see April's shock and Valen's horror as if their faces were burned onto his eyelids. "Merlin," he said just as weakly as before.

Draco forced himself to get control. He didn't know if it was actually funny or it was just his reaction to the embarrassment. He shook his head, rolling out of bed. "I suppose we had better get dressed and go after them," he said, voice heavy with resignation.

"You mean we actually have to say something about it?" Harry asked, eyebrows shooting up as fresh embarrassment seemed to wash over him with the thought.

Draco was in the process of re-attaching his silver hand. He paused looking up and both eyebrows raised. "We don't?"

"I don't know," Harry answered, his voice still off. "We do? What do we say? Sorry you had to see us shagging like mad. It might be better to knock the next time around."

Draco flushed and gritted his teeth to keep from laughing again. He didn't think Harry would take that well. He stood with both hands on his hips now, considering his options. "Well," he said slowly, "why not?"

"Won't it embarrass them too?" Harry asked, yet again picturing Valen's face.

"Well, we could try ignoring it, but I am not sure that will go over well either," Draco said. April might ignore it, but he seriously doubted Valen would.

Harry released half a groan, knowing without Draco having to actually tell him that both of their children would probably behave awkwardly around them if they pretended nothing had happened. "Do we say something?" he asked hollowly. "Or do we wait for one of them to ask?"

Draco brought his hand up to rub his temples. The morning had started out so nice but now he was getting a headache. "I really don't know, I suppose we could wait and see."

Harry flopped onto his back, missing the days when his children couldn't walk and wouldn't know what their parents were doing even if they did happen to see them at it. "I guess," he agreed.

Draco smiled down at him. "I suppose we are lucky it didn't happen sooner. We should probably put Locking Charms on the door."

Harry had to agree and so he did, nodding. "Let's go then," he said, sitting up and holding out a hand for his dressing gown. "I suppose we can eat breakfast and see what they do."

***

Harry tried his very best to enter the dining room for breakfast as routinely as he could, taking his usual spot and reaching across to make tea. As usual, Ron and Hermione, along with all of the children, were already there.

Hermione was nearly always the first to rise. "Good morning," she offered cheerfully enough, setting plates of eggs in front of the toddlers, Gwen and Eric.

Harry gave her a smile and a nod, glancing in April and Valen's direction. April was staring accusingly, and Valen ... Valen was staring at his plate, apparently attempting to make his face as impassive as possible.

Draco had to cover his mouth to stifle a smirk as his son employed one of his own techniques for handling difficult situations – trying to make it look like he didn't care.

"What?" Harry asked April, feeling odd under the cool stare, even though he was the parent and she was the child. He felt as though he'd been caught at something completely unreasonable and he flushed all over again. To his immense surprise, April's nose flared with her attempt to hold in a laugh and then she snorted into her food, looking half embarrassed yet highly amused.

Draco was right there with April, working hard to keep his earlier laughter from returning. He sipped his tea, trying to use it to focus and cover his reaction at the same time.

A flush was creeping up Valen's face despite his effort to look unaffected. His mask slipped into a scowl.

April stole a glance at her brother and then couldn't hold it in any longer. Her face was Gryffindor red, but she began laughing like a maniac, wriggling about in her chair as she did.

Sev dropped his fork in surprise.

"Did I ... miss something?" asked Ron.

Harry didn't know exactly why it was so funny. He'd heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon once at thirteen and had been absolutely disgusted. Though he supposed there was probably a bit of a difference there. After a moment, he couldn't help that his lips quirked up with his daughter's peals of laughter.

Draco couldn't hold against that and joined his daughter in laughing. Ron's question just made him laugh harder, thinking, after all, that Ron had seen it before.

Valen's face was red to his ears but instead of laughing, he got quickly to his feet and, stiff-legged, marched out of the room.

Harry watched Valen leave, but didn't know what he was supposed to do about it.

"What's happened?" said Hermione, smiling at the laughing but looking very confused as well.

Harry sighed. What would it hurt, really? "They walked in on us," he said, pointing to April, who was positively dying now, and to the door through which Valen had left.

One side of Ron's mouth drew up in mild distaste. "Poor kid," he said, shaking his head. "It happened to me once."

Harry's face reddened.

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm talking about!" Ron said quickly in response. "Though that was bad enough. I mean, I walked in on my parents once."

"Walked in on what?" asked Emily, staring at April as if she were mad.

"Nothing," Ron and Hermione said in unison.

Harry tried to picture Mr and Mrs Weasley .... Merlin, that would have been bad.

Draco had tried to take a sip of his tea and now the mental image of Mr and Mrs Weasley resulted in him choking on it. His eyes were watering from both laughing and the pain now.

Hermione shook her head at all three men, then stared at the door again where Valen had gone. "Is he upset?" she asked, a small note of concern in her voice.

Draco did his best to calm down, focusing on his eldest son. Given Draco's own reactions to embarrassment, he had some suspicions as to why Valen left the room and why he was angry. He nodded to Hermione.

Harry frowned. "Should we get him?" he asked, feeling less embarrassed now than he had initially.

"Oh, he's going to be a baby about it," said April, who had also calmed down now and seemed not the slightest bit perturbed anymore.

Draco looked to Harry. "Do you want me to talk to him? Or do we let him calm down?"

"I'm not incapable of talking to him, too," said Harry. "Even if it is embarrassing. And I don't want to talk to him now if it will only make it worse, or at all if we don't need to ... I guess."

"Let him get himself ... under control," Draco advised, smirking again. "Then we can both talk to him if you want."

Harry wondered at that smirk, but shrugged and nodded, pointedly ignoring Sev's interested expression and April's still-there amusement.

***

Valen avoided Harry and Draco both for the rest of the day, leaving lunch and dinner quickly and barely speaking a word. He sulked around and made Harry feel bad, and still didn't bring the subject up.

When everyone in the house was lounging around as they usually did for the last bit of the day, Valen wasn't there. He was probably up in his room. Harry didn't know why it was bothering Valen so much, but there were so many things about his son that were so Draco-like that Harry just didn't get it sometimes. He nudged Draco with one shoulder as he moved from the floor to the sofa after a game of Exploding Snap with April, Sev, and Emily, and then leant against the blond. "He's still not down here," he said, frowning up at the ceiling.

"I suppose we should go find him," Draco said. "You ready for this?"

Harry blew his fringe up. "I guess so," he said, making to get to his feet.

Draco waited until they were up the stairs and in the hall leading toward the family wing before taking his husband's arm and gently urging him to stop. "You want to talk about it first?"

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco in confusion. "About what?"

Draco pursed his lips. "Do you know why he is upset?" he whispered.

"Well, I figured it was because he was embarrassed," Harry whispered back.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "He most likely is, but maybe not for the reasons you think. Has our son ever shown any nervousness about sex before?"

Harry frowned. "He's eleven," he said. "It's not exactly a topic for conversation."

"But he hears people joke about our ... passion all the time. He knows what we do. But do you have any idea of what might be more embarrassing for him than walking in on us?" Draco asked, flushing slightly at his own awkward memories. Especially given he was Valen’s age when he experienced his first, and lasting crush, on Harry.

Harry's eyes widened, and then he figured he should've thought of this earlier. "You don't think he ...?"

"Remember how I react to being embarrassed?" Draco added, seeing that Harry was getting it now. Embarrassment usually resulted in arousal for Draco.

Harry closed his eyes and wondered if the blush might ever leave him. "What are we supposed to say to that?" he said, having not the faintest clue. He would've been mortified in Valen's position, and even more so if someone tried to talk to him about it!

Draco was momentarily distracted by how cute Harry looked when he was embarrassed. And Draco wasn't sure of what to say either. He certainly wouldn't use his own father's methods. The truth was that Valen didn't just see what his parents were doing; because he was a Sensitive, he walked right into the magical energy of it. In the long run, his son would have to learn more control than most boys because of it.

Harry let out the breath he was holding slowly. "I – I don't want him to feel like he did something wrong," he said. "Or keep avoiding us. I mean, Merlin." He opened his eyes again and stared at Draco, his brows creasing in the middle.

Draco smiled, reaching to stroke that little crease and then kiss his husband's forehead, lips pressed to where the scar still marked him. "Valen is probably confused right now and it might help if he felt free to ask questions," Draco said, trying to think back to what would have worked better for him. "We can offer and if he doesn't want to talk about it, leave it be."

Harry nodded. "I suppose that would be safest," he agreed.

Draco leant in and gave Harry a brief kiss. He took his husband's hand as they walked to the door of their son's room. Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he knocked. There was a long pause and the snakes that decorated the door writhed. Draco suspected that his son communicated in some way with the door serpents because he didn't ask who it was, calling "come in" instead.

Harry exchanged a quick glance with Draco before reaching for the doorknob and entering into the room.

Valen was sitting on his bed wearing that same impassive expression with which he had begun breakfast. Yet, there was a set to his shoulders and his gaze didn't quite meet his fathers' eyes.

Draco came right to the point. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Valen shrugged. Which Draco took for as close to a yes as the eleven-year-old was going to get at this point.

"You can," Harry offered, trying not to sound like an idiot. "Anything you want, because, you know, that's what we're here for."

Valen's lips twitched and he pressed them together in an apparent effort to control them.

Draco sighed and conjured a couple of chairs for himself and his husband. He sat down and leant forward on his elbows. He didn't look directly into his son's eyes, giving him a little space by looking at the floor between them. "When you were a baby the energy would sometimes wake you," he began. It seemed a safer way to acknowledge Valen's reaction than saying he knew his son had been aroused by what he had felt.

Harry attempted to fend off his own embarrassment for Valen's sake. He sat down next to Draco. "Every time," he agreed, thinking back to that first time that Valen had pulled himself up with help from the side of his cot.

Valen did flush then and shifted on the bed. He glanced nervously up at them before returning his gaze to his feet.

"It's normal for a Sensitive to feel things other people don't," Draco continued. "It will be something you will have to contend with, especially when you get to Hogwarts."

Harry waited for any sign of Valen wanting to say something, but he didn't, so Harry supposed he should go next in this awkward conversation. "Well, you know I'm not a Sensitive," he said. "But I've been with your father for quite a long time, and I know very well how the ability is for him sometimes. I suppose it's not something you can really control ... so don't, er, feel bad about it or anything."

Valen seemed about to speak, lips parting but then closing again.

"You really can ask," Draco prompted and his son glanced up. Draco had the impression Valen suspected him of reading him now. Not entirely unfounded given Draco really couldn't turn off being a Sensitive any more than Valen could. He had just learnt not to react as strongly.

Valen huffed. "Does this mean ... mean I am ... well, you know?"

"Does it mean you're what?" Harry prompted.

Valen scowled. "Like you and father," he snapped.

"It depends on what way you mean by that. Is preferring men what worries you?" Draco answered, trying to modulate his voice to sound neutral.

Oh. Merlin. Harry hadn't thought this conversation would come up for a long time. How was it that Valen seemed to do everything far too soon?

Valen nodded, wearing that odd combination of looking worried and angry at the same time that he seemed to have developed lately.

Draco nodded. "First, I think Harry's magic is powerful enough and our bond strong enough that any Sensitive would react to it." He paused and was gratified to see his son relax a little at that. Unfortunately, Draco didn't feel comfortable leaving it there. "But if you did turn out to have feelings for another male, would that be a bad thing?"

Harry thought it would be pretty odd if Valen thought it would be a bad thing. The boy did have two fathers.

Valen looked like he was thinking really hard, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed tight.

Draco had to really work not to smile at the expression that was so like Harry's when he was confused. Valen was definitely his own person, but Draco still delighted in the way he drew aspects from both of his fathers.

Finally the boy huffed again. "I just don't like not having a choice," he complained. "I want to decide who I get."

Harry resisted the urge to snort, but just barely. "Why wouldn't you have a choice?" he asked, smiling.

"Father said he didn't," Valen accused.

Draco tried not to laugh. It was true. He had felt the insane pull toward Harry even when they met at eleven and years of resistance had finally crumbled when he kissed him.

Harry lifted an eyebrow, smirking at Draco. "Well, I don't think it was physically impossible for Father to have picked someone else. He just happened to fancy me quite a lot."

The blond in question grinned. "If it helps any," Draco began cautiously because he knew Harry had not always been comfortable about it, "I found, and still do find, quite a number of people physically attractive, both men and women. I just found, and still find, Harry is much more than that for me."

Valen looked suspiciously between his parents for a minute. "Both?"

"Sure," Harry nodded. "You don't have to like one or the other. You can like both if you happen to like both."

Valen was clearly thinking about that and studying their faces now instead of looking away. "Good, because I want to choose who I like and what I do about it."

The stubborn set of the boy's chin was something Draco could be proud of even as it amused him. "I am sure your dad and I can support that," he assured the serious child.

"I'm sure we can," Harry agreed, reaching to playfully shove Valen's shoulder.

Valen snorted. "Okay, but ..." he grimaced again. "Sorry I barged in too."

"Well, technically April did," said Harry with a wince. "But it's okay. Just remember to knock the next time you need something."

"Oh, you can count on that," Valen assured them, rolling his eyes.

[Valen will have a struggle to make his own choices!]

Chapter 41

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 39: A New Passion

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:17:46 GMT

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REC: Three Brilliant AU Fics

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:42:11 GMT

I haven't had much interest in the past in non-magical or cross-over Harry Potter fan fic that when I have tried to read them I found myself wondering things like "how is this still HP" or "what was the point of taking the magic away." With rare exceptions, I like my fan fiction so firmly grounded in canon that while alternative storylines but which stayed in the same HP setting worked for me but not the others. Until now.

This week, I have read three stories so well written, so absolute still Harry/Draco despite the change of circumstances, that they are now among my favourites:

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by femmequixotic. Non-magical AU set in the U.K. If it weren't for rec (or the name of the author whose work I adore), I might have missed this one. And that would have been a terrible loss. As others have pointed out, it has an opening line that grabs the reader immediately but the rest of the story delivers as well. Masterfully written, intricately detailed, this fic would be one of my favourites in or out of HP fandom.

Blood and Brimstone by calanthe_fics. Steampunk HP. I love Wicked Gentleman by Glinn Hale, but you don't have to have read the book to love this story. It's a blend that not only captures the feel of Wicked Gentleman, but managed to blend it with Harry Potter in a way that is more than the sum of both and stands equally well on it's own. It's dark and sexy, and utterly beautiful.

Cornbread and Sweet Tea by sor_bet. Imagine the Harry Potter story set in the American South instead of Great Britain. I couldn't do it. But sor_bet does so with such stunning clarity that I was captivated. This is an unusual and very well done story.

Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 38: Playing to Their Strengths

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:40:12 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 38/41
Chapter Title: Playing to Their Strengths
Words: 3758 Words

Severus pointed to the sheet music resting in front of him, looking up at Draco. "Allegro ma non troppo?" he asked, hands poised on the keyboard.

"Yes, that's 'fast but not too fast.' It's Italian," Draco answered. Severus could already play piano by ear very well for a six-year-old, but he'd wanted to learn to read music. Draco smiled reassuringly, trying to keep his hands to his side and let his youngest son work his way through the music. Sev was actually picking it up much faster than Valen had. Draco smiled, looking over at his husband.

Harry smiled back, listening to Sev's slightly choppy version of Clementi sonatina. He was proud of the way Sev tried so hard and wanted to learn more about music.

After a minute, Sev hit a wrong note. His small fist clenched in obvious frustration and his face set in a frown.

Draco rested one hand on the small of his son's back. "You have it. I know you can play it. It's just hard to divide your attention between reading and playing."

Sev huffed and then took a deep breath, beginning to play again.

Harry stood from where he was sitting in one of the armchairs of the drawing room, standing nearer to the piano. With a few more mistakes, and a little more encouragement, Sev finished the song, but didn't look extremely happy with himself. Harry recognised the look as one he had seen before when Sev was being too hard on himself.

Draco patted Sev's back. "It's a good start and it will get easier the more you practise."

Sev sighed, slumping a little, and mumbled something unintelligible.

Draco frowned and looked between Harry and Sev. "What is it?" he asked the boy.

Sev winced slightly before looking up at both his fathers. "Valen can do it," he said quietly.

Harry frowned, a bit confused as he looked from Sev to his husband.

"Valen has had several more years of practise than you have," Draco said. Then, relenting some, "and you are already better than he was at this age."

Sev's grey eyes widened a little. "Yeah?" he said.

"Yes, you are very talented," Draco assured his son, and looked over at Harry, amusement showing in his eyes.

Harry grinned, placing hands on Sev's shoulders. He knew his son struggled a bit with being the youngest and having an older brother with such a strong personality. April's personality was fairly strong too in a different way. Sev's nature was quieter and more contemplative but he didn't seem to see that he was no less a strong presence in the Manor than anyone else. In fact, Harry knew, there were times when Sev was taken more seriously because he so rarely gave an opinion unless he had thought carefully about it.

"Valen's good at everything," the little boy said, releasing a small sigh.

"Well, Valen's older," said Harry. "He knows just a little more, but you'll know all of that same stuff too one day."

"And you will be better at some things than him," Draco added. "Just like I am better at some things than Daddy Harry and vice versa."

Sev looked between them again, his eyes a little brighter. Harry could almost see his brain working as he considered that and accepted it to be true.

"He's right," said Harry, nodding.

"And better than April too?" Sev asked.

Harry snorted. "Yes, at some things," he said. "But you don't have to be better than everyone."

Draco rolled his eyes at that, but didn't let his son see it.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and shrugged. "Just keep at it, kid," he said to Sev. "One day, you might even be better at playing than Daddy Draco."

Sev's mouth opened a little.

Draco kissed the top of his son's head. He actually thought it very likely that Sev would do that quite easily. "It's possible," he said, eyes on Harry as he said it.

***

Sev went back to his practise with renewed vigor, and by the time another half hour was up, he was already playing better. He was beaming as he finished, and Harry ruffled his hair. "Sounded very good to me," he said to the boy, smiling.

"Nicely done," Draco conceded, smiling. They closed the piano. "Time for you to rejoin the others. Master Prentice will be expecting you to work on your Latin today."

Sev sighed a little, but didn't whine like the other children did. Harry was almost certain that he and Draco were raising a Ravenclaw. The boy hopped from the bench and headed for the door.

Draco grinned at his husband and rolled his eyes. April would have screamed bloody murder at the mention of Latin lessons. Draco reached a hand out for Harry.

Harry snorted and took Draco's hand, walking with their son out of the room.

As they strode down the hall and through the house, Eric and Gwen came out of nowhere, screaming and chasing one another.

Harry pulled to an abrupt stop, falling forward but catching himself on Draco's arm.

Draco put an arm around his husband's waist to catch him as Hermione and Ron's twins shot by them. He looked about to see if there was an adult following the children.

Sure enough, Ron was not too far behind them, panting. "Sorry," he said quickly, dashing after the three-year-olds.

Draco chuckled, keeping his arm around Harry and following their youngest son to the small classroom they had set up near the library. There they found Valen, April, Emily and Christophe already hard at work on their Latin lessons and Master Prentice, their middle-aged tutor, reading scrolls of previously completed work.

Sev crossed the room and took his seat next to Emily, who was working very diligently. All the children looked up. Valen arched an eyebrow questioningly. Draco shook his head, knowing his eldest was looking for an excuse to get out of Latin.

Emily glanced up for only a moment, but April smiled, placing her quill upon the desk, and Chris put his quill down as well.

"No, you lot, keep working," said Harry.

Valen rolled his eyes and there was a kind of collective groan from the other children. Prentice got up from his desk and came to the door, stepping out into the hall to talk to Draco and Harry.

"How are they doing?" Harry asked.

"Each to their gifts," Prentice said with a small smile but then sighed. "April still daydreams too much and Valen is more interested in reading than in the language arts. Chris is strong in languages but mathematics still frustrate him. Sev is best in math but seems to enjoy most subjects. He just lacks confidence."

"Doesn't surprise me at all," Harry said, nodding.

Draco cocked his head, considering. "Maybe a family trip to Europe sometime soon would help strengthen their appreciation in the languages."

Prentice nodded. "Very good idea. Hearing languages spoken by those native to them always helps."

Harry looked at Draco. "To where?" he said. "They already know French."

"I think visiting other countries might be a good idea. Spain, Germany, Italy, maybe others," Draco answered.

Harry shrugged, "Sure," he said. "We could take all of them."

"I will make a list of sites I think would be good for their education," Prentice said and then at Draco's nod, went back to the classroom.

Harry took Draco's hand again, smiling at him. "Well, I'm sure they'll be excited when they hear about that," he said.

***

Draco lay back in their big bed with a contented sigh. Six children in bed and another day done. He smiled up at his husband, watching him undress. It wasn't much to watch, though, as Harry simply stripped with magic. He climbed into bed after Draco, laying down beside him.

Draco chuckled, rolling on his side facing his husband. "You still make it look so easy," he whispered.

Harry grinned and shrugged, reaching for a piece of Draco's hair as he usually did.

"Sev tries so hard to do everything that you and Valen can do but he probably won't have the wandless magic," Draco observed.

"Probably not," Harry agreed with a sigh. "Not that same ability anyway. I hardly have to try."

"Yet, the academic side is his strength. I wonder if he will like potions," Draco mused.

"Very likely," Harry said, smiling.

"Severus Snape would be amused," Draco added. "And April," he sighed, "it's hard to get her to focus long enough to find her strengths."

"I know," Harry said, sighing as well. "What are we supposed to do about that? She has more doodles on her parchment than actual work."

Draco remembered stolen bits of parchment from Harry and smirked. "Sound like anyone you remember?"

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "Maybe," he said.

"I doubt my methods of incentive are appropriate for a child, but we will have to look for a way to motivate her," Draco said, right hand reaching to slide over his husband's skin as he mentioned his own methods.

"And what are your methods of incentive?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Oh, I think you remember quite well," Draco purred, fingertips caressing Harry's right nipple. "Why, do you have something new you need to learn?"

"Mmm," Harry let out slowly, waggling his eyebrows. "In a teaching mood?" he asked.

"Always in the mood with you," Draco replied, fingers sliding over to tweak the second nipple, his heart speeding up and his erection firming.

Harry bit his lip, sliding his own hand down over Draco's chest. He liked all of the things Draco had taught him in the past. Each lesson had been ... stimulating, to say the least.

"What do you want to learn today?" Draco asked, licking his lips and shivering at Harry's touch.

Harry grinned slyly, moving his hand lower and lower. "I've always thought wand history was exceptionally interesting," he said.

Draco chuckled but then gasped as those fingers moved closer to his arousal. "Well, my wand is particularly fond of you," he replied as said shaft twitched excitedly.

Harry finally closed his hand around that shaft, squeezing gently. "Oh, yes, I can feel that," he said, voice dropping.

Draco's reply was a moan of delight as he fell back onto the pillows and arched his hips into his lover's touch.

Harry watched him, heat gathering in his belly. "What sort of core does your wand have?" he asked teasingly, shifting so that he could move down Draco's body.

"Dragon's heart," Draco answered honestly, knowing that it worked on so many levels for them.

Harry had reached the well-visited space between Draco's long legs and he grinned up at his husband. "Dragon heart string," he repeated, licking slowly over the head of Draco's cock.

"Yesss," Draco hissed and then whispered. The lion tattoo on his hip, rolled excitedly. "And you do like dragons, don't you?"

"Oh, I love dragons," Harry breathed over the soft, red flesh in his hand. "Especially those that are blond."

"You like teasing dragons," Draco said, smirking and lifting his hips again.

Harry met Draco's eyes, grinning as he dragged his tongue across the head again. "Well, of course," he said.

Draco gasped and clutched the bed covers to control himself.

"I love doing this to you," Harry whispered, licking again, "because of the way you look when I do, the way you sound." He reached down with his right hand, letting his fingers trail over the skin of Draco's leg.

"Oh, yes, devour me," Draco encouraged, shivering and the lion mirrored him.

Harry smiled. "Swallow you whole," he replied, eyes on Draco's face as he lowered his mouth over his length.

Draco moaned, one hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. "Oh, so good," he whispered.

Harry flicked and pressed his tongue, taking in every drop of pre-come, drowning in every movement Draco made, every sound he released. "You want me to fuck you?" he breathed, kissing down Draco's shaft and then up his abdomen until he could lick at the lion across Draco's hip.

"Want you to practise dragon riding, my hero," Draco managed to gasp, writhing under him.

"Ooh," Harry purred, sliding up Draco's body to slip his tongue into Draco's ready mouth. He reached behind himself with slicked fingers, not wanting to waste too much time on preparation.

Draco trembled, hard and eager for Harry. He sucked on his lover's tongue, one hand still curled in the man's dark hair.

Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, cock throbbing between their bodies as he stretched himself. "Fuck, gonna ride you so hard," he whispered, taking fingers out and sliding even more up Draco's body.

"Yes, my love, ride me," Draco agreed, his silver hand reaching up to caress Harry's shaft.

Harry hissed and moaned, sliding a hand into Draco's hair as he moved down onto his cock.

Draco still gasped at that first moment when his lover's body stretched, the head of his cock breaching Harry's entrance and then the tight ring sliding down his shaft, warm heat swallowing him. His eyelids fluttered and he moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his lover's hair.

"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry let out in a low growl, sitting up to push himself down on Draco as far as he could.

Draco shuddered, writhing under his lover. He felt Harry's body and magic pulse around him and it was still the best feeling he knew. "Yes, Gods, yes," he cried out.

Harry tilted his head back, his eyes closing as he shifted and rolled his hips down against Draco's hips and the thick cock inside him.

Draco moaned, pressing his feet against the bed so that he could thrust up into Harry as the man began to moved on top of him. He wrapped silver fingers around Harry's cock, stroking the man's flesh in time with their movements.

"Yes, Draco, fuck," Harry moaned loudly, grasping his husband's shoulders as he rocked a little faster, his cock spurting a bit.

Draco gathered that slick pre-come on his metal fingers, using it to make them slide better and rubbing the head of Harry's cock with the thumb on each up stroke. He was panting now as Harry rode him faster, making his body shudder with every move.

"So good," Harry gasped, not slowing. "So good, Draco!" He leant back, using one hand to hold himself up against the mattress and thrust up into Draco's hand.

Draco's right hand slipped from Harry's head as the man leant back, so he grasped his thigh instead, still working his cock with the other and thrusting up into his lover's body.

Harry's cries grew louder, his movements faster, less coordinated. Draco's hand slipped and squeezed and pulled, and the heat was rising, and it was so fucking good. Before another five minutes had passed, Harry was coming, thrusting himself into Draco's lap repeatedly.

Draco came screaming and thrashing under his husband, filling Harry's body with his seed as Harry's slick come coated his hand and his belly.

"Fuck," Harry released in a strangled groan, panting heavily as his eyelids drooped.

Draco was still panting and reached his right hand up to draw Harry down to him, cupping the back of his head.

Harry sighed, feeling Draco's heartbeat as he kissed him.

Draco hummed into the kiss and shivered with the aftermath of their magic entwined, sparking in his body. When he drew back it was to look into those green eyes he adored so much. "You make me feel like a dragon," he said. "Like I am invincible to anything but your love, my lion."

Harry smiled at him. "Then I'm doing my job," he whispered, pushing Draco's slightly damp hair back.

Draco felt such peace at moments like this that it was almost hard to believe. He had the most wonderful husband in the world, three amazing children and a lot of good friends. "Very good at it," he whispered.

Harry's smile grew into a grin. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," he teased.

Draco sighed contentedly, his cock had softened now and he wriggled a bit, slipping from inside Harry and feeling the sticky mess between them. "Cleaning Charm or nice hot bath?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You make a nice, hot bath sound good," Harry replied, kissing the corner of Draco's mouth.

"You make everything good," Draco responded. He gave his husband a quick kiss and gently smacked his arse, encouraging him to get up.

Harry rolled lightly to the side and pushed himself up off the bed, standing naked and stretching.

Draco shook his head, smiling at the glory that was his husband – naked and just shagged. He Summoned his wand, walking to their private bath and starting it. "So I think the trip is a good idea," he said, looking back over his shoulder as he removed his silver hand.

"Yeah, me too," said Harry. "Maybe it'll help April actually pay attention."

"Do you think Ron and Hermione can come along and bring their kids, too?" Draco asked, setting the silver hand on the sink counter. "Or is travelling with six kids tempting fate?"

"Six kids," Harry sighed. "Well, we could bring Bill and Fleur too if Bill can get off work."

"Seven kids, but at least the parent to child ratio goes up, along with having another multilingual adult along," Draco said, starting to think through the complications of taking that many people on a trip through several countries.

Harry frowned thoughtfully and shrugged. "Whatever works best," he said. "That would be a lot of people."

"We might want to hire someone else to help with the children on the trip," Draco said, maybe even Prentice himself if he is willing to help continue their studies as part of the trip. Draco turned off the taps, testing the water.

Harry put a leg in the tub. "We could do that, I suppose," he said, letting his second leg join the first. "At least for going out, keeping them safe."

Draco slid into the tub as well, sighing happily at the feel of the warm water. "And it might be nice to have someone to watch the kids while the parents go out occasionally."

"Could one person handle eight kids?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he slide next to Draco. "I don't know if I want one person to handle eight kids."

Draco chuckled, turning around with his back to Harry, a usual hint he wanted his back washed. "Hopefully the kids would be in bed asleep," he said. "But, maybe we could hire a second person as well."

"Would probably be a good idea," said Harry, lathering up a flannel and then pressing it to Draco's back. As he moved the soft cloth over Draco, Harry considered another option. While it had taken Molly time to move past Arthur's death, she was doing much better and staying involved in the lives of her children and grandchildren. Harry couldn't think of anyone more comfortable in large groups of children than Molly Weasley. Harry kissed Draco's shoulder and murmured, "What about asking Molly to go with us and help out?"

"Mmm," Draco hummed happily at his lover's attentions. "It's very much worth considering. The more I think about the trip, the more of an adventure I think it will be," he continued. "Maybe we could manage to catch some of the International Quidditch games."

"Now, that would be fun," said Harry, massaging as he washed.

Draco bent his head, pulling his long hair to one side in front so Harry could get his upper back and neck. "Ron might even be able to consider the trip a business expense since he could promote the brooms."

Harry nodded again. "He's always looking," he said. Their friend's business had grown quite a lot in the last few years. Some of the more minor Quidditch teams had even begun using his brooms over the latest Firebolt models.

Although the idea of the trip was primarily for the children to see other parts of Europe, the more Draco thought about it, the more he saw it might be good for the adults as well, both fun and good for their various enterprises For Molly, it would be a way to help and enjoy her grandkids. "Then I will start working on the plans tomorrow. It might be good business for us as well," he said.

Harry nodded again. "Might be very good," he said. "Could help Fred and George too, get their names out more internationally." In recent years, he'd signed on as the twins' partner – more to help them with his 'name' than for more money himself. He'd done the same to help Ron out.

Draco leant back, turning his head to kiss Harry gently. "And this may be the last family trip before Valen starts Hogwarts," he added.

Harry frowned slightly, sighing. "He's ten," he said quietly, sounding as if he'd only really just thought about it, though he had thought about it before.

Draco turned around putting his legs over Harry's and his arms around him to hold him close. "Yes, not so young anymore," he agreed.

"Can you believe that?" Harry asked, holding Draco's sides. "He's ten."

"Ten going on thirty," Draco said with a huff. "Smart, beautiful, thinks he knows everything, and enjoys pushing the limits." He shook his head. "McGonagall might want to consider early retirement."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "And," he took a deep breath, "I will finally admit it aloud – probably in Slytherin. A Slytherin came out of me."

Draco laughed happily, half a dozen crude remarks occurring to him at his husband's declaration. He slid his hand beneath the water and up his thigh. "You like Slytherin inside you," he teased.

Harry smirked at the familiar line. "Yes," he said, "but that is entirely different." Then he chuckled again. "Even if he is in Slytherin, I'm sure he'll make a good one. You're not so bad."

Draco gave a look of mock offence. "Oh, so I have completely lost my bad boy image?" His tone belied his hand moving up so caress Harry's arse.

Harry waggled his eyebrows. "Well, not completely," he said in a teasing tone. "But, being married to Saint Potter might have tarnished that image a little."

Draco snorted. "Yes, Gryffindor Paragon whose language and perverted nature would scare Hippogriffs into a stampede. Gods, I love you."

Harry laughed loudly at that. "And I love you," he said.

[Parenting certainly offers different challenges than fighiing a war!]

Chapter 39

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Harry Potter and The Charming Prince - Chapter 37: Dangerous Curiosity

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 07:56:24 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 37/41
Chapter Title: Dangerous Curiosity
Words: 3397 Words

Draco sighed, and reached for Harry, sliding his silver arm around his husband's waist, holding him firmly while he petted Harry's hair with the other, kissing the top of his head. "I now understand some of what my parents complained about," he admitted.

Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder and stood there in the circle of his husband's arms. The endless images of what could have happened wouldn't stop running through his mind but, even worse, the image of Valen's angry face as he yelled at Harry was the one that kept looping back in over and over.

"I just don't know what to do with him sometimes," Harry said quietly, leaning against Draco. "He so strong-willed. What are we supposed to do with him?"

"The irony is he isn't really doing anything you or I didn't do as well," Draco said, huffing. "He's curious about things."

"Just because we would have done it doesn't mean he can," Harry replied, pulling back enough to look into Draco's face. "If the wrong person would have seen him ...." He shook his head, his stomach clenching tightly at even the thought of what could have happened.

Draco had been angry and frightened, but he was calming down now. He could feel Harry still trembling with it though, the man's magic still making Draco shiver. Draco pulled back, "Let's talk in the study," he said, leading his husband to the room and closing the door.

Harry wrapped both arms around his torso and looked at Draco. There were times, with Valen, as if Harry felt he were flying blind with nothing to guide him and it scared him that he might make a mistake that couldn't be fixed. "We could have lost him today, Draco," Harry said and then gave a strange laugh. "We did lose him! But – but it could have turned out differently and I don't think he gets that."

Draco frowned, reaching out to push his fingers through his Harry's hair. He didn't want to further upset Harry but he had to speak up. "My father faced some of these same problems with me, but I don't think his methods will work for us. I was the only son of Lucius Malfoy. Not only wealthy and powerful, but a man with more than a few enemies. And I was easily recognisable for many of the same reasons."

"No," Harry muttered, green eyes flashing. "I'm not interested in his methods but ... I do want to keep our son safe. It's different with Sev and April but Valen is getting older; what can we do?"

"Do you remember me telling you that the day we met in Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop was the first time I had ever met anyone who wasn't either a friend of or working for my father?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, forcing back the small smile that wanted to emerge when he recalled the haughty blond boy in the robe shop.

Draco did smile a little, remembering falling all over himself trying to impress Harry. He had wanted to be close to him even then. "And did you think I hung out with Crabbe and Goyle for their exciting conversational skills?" Draco teased.

Harry snorted. "I figured they were for your protection, actually," He smiled and teased back, "You rather needed it with the way you shot your mouth off all the time."

Just the mention of it, brought back memories for Draco. "Fighting with you was the only chance I had then. You have asked in the past why we never spoke alone together before sixth year. Hard to dodge those two before my dad went to Azkaban," he explained. "And that was nothing compared to the control my father had over my life when I was not at school."

Harry frowned, hating what Draco had gone through as a child. "But I don't want to treat Valen like that."

"Wealthy children have bodyguards, Harry," Draco said. "I think that is true in the Muggle world, as well. Do you know a better way to protect him?"

"A bodyguard?" Harry blurted out, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. "Are you saying we should hire a bodyguard for a nine year old child?"

Draco sighed, pulling his husband over to the sofa and sitting down. "I don't know about that, yet. The other thing my father used was his reputation. People were afraid to cross him. Afraid of what he would do if they did."

Harry sat back, looking at Draco seriously. "Well," he said, his voice hard now, "Anyone who harmed any of our children would have to deal with a couple very powerful fathers."

Draco nodded. Harry was very powerful and people knew he had defeated Voldemort. Few knew just how powerful he was though. "Yet, most people don't think of the great Harry Potter as capable of revenge."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "I think I can be capable of quite a lot of revenge when it comes to my kids."

"Do you remember what I did to the Daily Prophet?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry replied. "We still own it."

"And one of the reasons no other paper has pulled anything like that is I made sure they knew we were the ones responsible for firing those involved. This is where using my father's tactics helped us. I have been thinking about letting it be known in gossip that the Lestrange brothers disappeared from custody because of us." Draco watched Harry's face carefully as he explained. Draco knew Harry had not liked it when he had explained why Narcissa might have been afraid of them. Now he was talking about using that power.

Harry frowned as he considered what Draco was saying. "And you really think that would help protect the kids?" he asked.

"I think we are still going to have to be very careful whenever they are out in public. But I think it might help if those who would wish to harm us through our kids knew that Rodolphus Lestrange isn't just missing. If they knew that he died in our dungeon." Draco met his husband's eyes as he said it. It was one of the things that they had kept secret even from most of the people on their side.

Staring at the floor, Harry thought about what Draco was telling him and sighed. He hated giving others more reasons to whisper about him and his family, but the stakes were much higher now than just momentary discomfort. Harry would do anything necessary, or unnecessary, to keep his children safe. He nodded and looked up at Draco. "If it would help our kids and scare away others then I think we should do it."

"Yes, the type of people who would hurt children would be less likely to do so if it meant that we would kill them," Draco answered, stroking Harry's arm soothingly. It was difficult for Harry but Draco was proud the man was letting Draco use his Slytherin instincts to help them. "In the meantime, we will just have to make sure Valen understands the danger he put himself in.

"I know," Harry agreed, now running both hands through his hair. "I just don't know how to get through to him sometimes."

"We will have to be quite strict with the children in public. I know you don't like that part, but it is important to teach them discipline that might save their lives." Draco sighed, feeling an eerie shiver at the way this echoed Lucius again.

Harry made a face at that but nodded. "I know but it's just that -" he sighed. "You're right."

Draco leant forward to kiss and hold his husband for a couple minutes before pulling back again. "So what punishment do we set for our wayward boy?"

"I don't know," Harry said, wondering what would make an impression on Valen. "Maybe take something away from him that he likes?"

"You won't like it," Draco said, sighing.

"Won't like what?" Harry asked, his brows furrowed. "Why would I have a problem with Valen's punishment?"

"I know you love to take him flying, but it's also the most effective thing to take from him," Draco said.

Harry's shoulders slumped and his face fell before he looked up at Draco in resignation. "Yes," he said with a sigh, "but he loves it too and whatever we do needs to make an impact."

"So no flying, not with his own safe-broom and not with us," Draco said. "How long?"

Harry frowned, remembering the times when he wasn't able to fly. "A week?" he suggested. "Maybe two weeks?"

Draco huffed and arched an eyebrow. "How much of an impression do you want to make?"

Harry looked up at the ceiling, head against the back of the couch. "A strong one," he said in a quiet voice.

Maybe Lucius had enjoyed punishing Draco, but Draco did not enjoy punishing his children. Yet, he needed to find a way to protect Valen from his own impulses. "Then a month," Draco answered firmly.

Harry held his groan in. He knew Draco was right; this was about protecting their children's lives but a month was going to seem very long. "A month," he repeated in agreement, less firm.

"And you can't give in because he bats those lovely green eyes at you or draws a cute picture of the two of you flying or some such thing," Draco admonished him.

Harry huffed. "Fine," he agreed.

Draco could picture it and he knew that it would be just as hard on Harry as Valen. So he smiled, grey eyes soft with affection. "You and I can go flying together in the meantime."

"Oh, well then," Harry began, grinning now at Draco as he thought about the two of them flying. "I guess a month will be just fine."

***

Harry and Draco talked for a few more minutes before deciding that it would be best to check on April and Sev before dealing with Valen. They found their two youngest children outside with their cousins while Ron joined in on the games and Hermione sat on a blanket, reading a book. There was very little to explain to Hermione since April had already shared all of the details of the afternoon. They reassured April that her brother was fine and gave extra hugs to Sev who seemed quieter than usual. Harry knew they would have to talk further with both of them since it was important that all of their children understand the dangers in wandering away. Not that Harry was in any hurry to go anywhere near Knockturn Alley in the foreseeable future.

Once April and Sev began playing again, Harry and Draco Apparated to the hall outside of the childrens' rooms. Draco didn't want Valen to be alone too long, wondering what his punishment would be since he knew his son was probably growing more agitated by the minute. Valen didn't deal well with the unknown, which was probably what drove him to explore Knockturn Alley. Harry pushed the bedroom door open a crack and saw Valen sitting cross-legged on his bed and his arms folded in front of him. Valen was staring at the floor, his face miserable. As the door was pushed open further, Valen's head snapped up and his eyes widened to see his fathers coming in to his room.

He jumped off the bed and ran toward them, throwing his arms around Harry's waist and pressing his face to his chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," he pleaded.

Harry winced, laying a hand on Valen's head and turning his face to look at Draco for strength. He had prepared himself to punish Valen but wasn't quite as prepared to see his son so unhappy.

Draco scowled and shook his head at Harry. "Valen, we are glad you see that what you did is wrong. We need to talk to you about it."

Frowning, Harry brought his hands down to grasp Valen's shoulders. "Come on and let's sit down again," he said.

Draco Conjured a couple of chairs and gestured to the bed for Valen to sit down again. Valen shook his head and clung to Harry, a movement that reminded Draco of April.

At nine years old, cuddles and hugs were getting to be a rare thing from Valen and, although the circumstances were not good, Harry couldn't help wanting to hold on to his son just a bit longer. Harry sighed, feeling his heart clench a little as he stood back from his son. “Sit down," he said, nodding.

Valen looked sadly up at Harry, reluctantly released his father, and sat down on the edge of the bed, fingers twisting in the bedding as he sat there.

Draco waited for Harry to sit down. He controlled his face not to show his annoyance with the way his son was behaving. It was difficult to be the parent most likely to hold the line on discipline. He and Harry had both had childhoods full of unreasonable punishments. Yet, Draco feared for his son's future if they didn't teach him now.

Harry sat, glanced at Draco, and then back at Valen. "Now," he said, "we talked about it, and ... we've decided to take flying away."

"What?" Valen gasped, looking gobsmacked. He looked between the two of them, panicked. "You can't!"

"For a month," Harry said, his voice strong. He knew Valen was going to push back on this subject and Harry needed to stay firm. "No flying of any kind for a whole month."

Valen's shock quickly turned to a scowl. "But why?" he pleaded.

"Because you endangered yourself and your family," Draco replied with a coldness he didn't feel.

"My family?" Valen asked, looking genuinely confused

"You led all of us right into Knockturn Alley," Harry said. "There's a good reason we never go there, Valen. It's not safe, and it's definitely not a place for kids."

"Daddy Draco goes in there," Valen retorted and then winced.

"Not with you children with me," Draco answered.

Harry straightened up, looking his son in the eye, not liking this new tone from Valen. "Daddy Draco is an adult, with a wand that he knows how to use to protect himself. You are not."

"I don't need one," Valen said, crossing his arms and his voice as haughty as Draco's ever was.

"Oh, is that so?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows.

Draco's eyes narrowed, wondering what his son was playing at. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck prickled and he had the same eerie sensation as a Sensitive, as he had had when he first met Harry. Still he waited to see what his son's argument would be.

"I can do magic without it," the boy insisted, looking smug and proud with a lift of his chin.

"Most kids can," Harry said, wondering why Valen would state something so obvious. Accidental magic wasn't uncommon with so many children in the Manor. "You've been doing magic since you were a baby. April does magic sometimes, and even Sev does. It doesn't mean you can control it."

Valen frowned, looking less sure of himself. "I can make things happen I want to happen."

"What kinds of things?" Harry asked, noticing the way Draco was studying Valen as he spoke.

Valen cocked his head, held up his hand and narrowed his eyes in concentration. A quill flew from his desk to his hand.

Harry's eyes widened and he barely suppressed a gasp. "You can actually make things happen consciously?" He turned his head to look quickly at Draco.

Draco saw the magic, felt it on his skin, his mouth going dry when he realised just what his son – his nine-year-old – had done.

Valen beamed, looking smug. "Yes, I can send it back," he said firmly. And did.

Harry sat back a bit heavily, stunned. A large majority of his childhood had been spent with Muggles and he had no real concept of what wizard-raised children might be capable of or if this was normal. He looked at Draco again. "Could you ...?" he asked.

Draco shook his head. "I still can't do much wandless," he admitted, voice a near whisper. Not just wandless, he was thinking, but non-verbal.

Harry shook his head, wondering what this meant for their son. "How long have you been able to do that?" he asked Valen.

Valen shrugged but smiled. "You do it all the time, Daddy Harry. So I have been practicing."

Harry let out a strange half-laugh. "Well," he said honestly, "it's very impressive."

"It is impressive, but it wouldn't be enough if you were attacked by a more experienced wizard who wanted to hurt or kill you," Draco countered, trying to get control of the situation again.

Harry immediately sobered, the smile quickly fading. He had forgotten for a moment why he and Draco were there. "Yes," he said. "That type of magic wouldn't be any help at all."

Draco actually thought it might be if it could be used for Expelliarmus, but he wouldn't say that in front of Valen. "The people your Daddy Harry and I fought in the war would be much more powerful than you are yet. And some of them were never captured."

Valen frowned again, looking between the two of them as if not sure whether or not to believe them. "But I thought all the Death Eaters are dead or in prison."

Harry winced a little at hearing that title coming out of his child's mouth. He and Draco had always wanted to protect their children and now they had to tear away some of that innocence in order to keep them safe. "Not all of them," Harry admitted. "There were a lot."

Draco took a deep breath. "Malfoys have always been targets to those with grudges or who want to profit from our fear," he said firmly to his son. "You are my heir and that means you will always have to consider that. It is the price we pay for our heritage."

Harry couldn't exactly add to that, but he nodded, hoping that Draco was getting through to Valen.

Valen looked serious and held his head up, sitting up straighter. "I understand," he said proudly.

Harry wanted to laugh a little. He didn't think Valen could get any more like Draco. "Good," he said. "There's still no flying for a month."

Valen rolled his eyes at that and then nodded. "Yes, Daddy," he said with a heavy sigh.

Harry leant closer, catching Valen's gaze. "Your sister and your brother watch everything you do, Valen, and we're trusting you to think about that before you make your choices. So no more walking off when we take you out?"

Valen took a quick breath, that having apparently hit a nerve. He was quiet for a moment before nodding. "I won't go anywhere alone, without permission," he said.

Draco nodded, recognising the additional caveat. Valen was still curious about things and Draco thought that it wouldn’t be long before he needed to start supervising some of his son's explorations. His suspicions were confirmed at the way his son's gaze met his own. "Good," Draco answered softly.

Harry held out a hand toward Valen who took it with a lopsided grin, allowing himself to be pulled forward until he was half on Harry's lap and half on Draco's lap. This wouldn't be the last time Valen broke a rule and Harry knew that. But there wouldn't be too many times left in the future where handing out a punishment could still end with hugs and maybe a few tickles. Valen was growing up and trying to become his own person. If the wandless, non-verbal magic was any indication, he would soon be a force to be reckoned with and Harry knew that it would be more important than ever that he and Draco provide their son with guidance and infinite amounts of love. Today, though – today Valen was still nine and even though he had crossed the line and been defiant he needed to know his fathers forgave him. As Valen leant his head on Draco's shoulder, Harry smiled at his husband and did the same.

[Valen certainly has both his fathers’ talent for trouble.]

Chapter 38

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Underground Truth - My Guest Blog at Book Wenches

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:50:36 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:20:02 GMT

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

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FAEWOLF - Finalist in The Rainbow Awards

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:53:42 GMT

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!

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 08:10:46 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:06:48 GMT

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Happy Birthday aveeno_baby!

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:21:48 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:55:03 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 06:44:46 GMT

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New Reviews for FAEWOLF

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 06:34:39 GMT

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:

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 08:44:50 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:56:37 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 07:10:30 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 06:50:38 GMT

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Code help?

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 06:08:20 GMT

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.

THANKS!

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:18:08 GMT

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Editing and Ego

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:47:51 GMT

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

darkenedivory@yahoo.com — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 05:50:56 GMT

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: 130,000 Words (41 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Jealousy, Consensual Non-Monogamy, Foursome, Mpreg, Exhibitionism, Character Death (not D/H).
Summary: Harry and Draco have the peace and happiness of which they dreamed. This is an extended epilogue to The Bound Prince series with “snapshots” of Harry, Draco and their children's lives in the ten years after book six.
Notes: sayingsorry_hh and slashpervert wrote the first draft of this volume in the winter of 2008-2009. sayingsorry_hh left the project then, but gave slashpervert and brknhalo241 permission to finish writing and editing the book without her. AU from Chapter 24 of HPB. BP books 1-5 written before the release of DH. This is book seven, immediately following Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure. The beginning of the story, book one, is Harry Potter and The Bound Prince. Icon adapted by slashpervert from THIS ART by isinuyasha.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 25/41
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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