Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)

Title: Harry Potter and The White Queen (Book 3 in The Bound Prince series.)
Authors: Slashpervert and Sayingsorry_hh.
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen, Kyrana, Rivendellelf, LBaum and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Adult
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Book Length: 159,000 Words (49 Chapters) - COMPLETE
Warnings: Language, Explicit M/M Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Dom/Sub, Bondage, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Pain, Violence, Blood, Torture, Necrophilia, Mpreg and Character Death (H/D live).
Summary: Sequel to Harry Potter and The Bound Prince and Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper. Harry and Draco continue to explore what their relationship means as they search for and destroy Horcruxes. The Order of the Phoenix continues to fight as the war escalates and lives are lost.
Notes: AU from Chapter 24 of HPB, written before the release of DH.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/49
Chapter Title: A Special Talent
Words: 5614 Words



Draco Malfoy stood in the centre of the Room of Offering under Malfoy Manor, the marble humming around him. Lucius’ body and their prisoners had been taken away by Tonks and the other Aurors. Someone had done a Cleaning Spell, removing all the blood, so the marble floors and altar shone white with mosaics of grey and green. The blond turned to look at Harry. His husband, Harry Potter.

Harry was staring at the spot where Lucius' head had been. He shivered just a bit and his lip curled slightly at the memory. He looked away, up at Draco, and his gaze softened immediately. He gave him a very small smile and held his hand out to him.

Draco smiled and took Harry's hand. He led him a few steps away from where the body had been and to the spot between the altar and the fire circle where they had consecrated their bond. He pulled the other man against his own body, using his construct hand around Harry's waist as he held Harry's hand to his chest.

Harry smiled gently as he looked up into Draco's face. His hand was over Draco's heart and he could feel it beating. He placed a hand over his own heart and his smile grew. "They beat together," he whispered.

Draco raised his eyebrow, smirking. "We need to talk about magic and blood," he said quietly.

"Let's talk then," Harry said, also quiet. He felt like he had to be quiet in this room now that everything was calm. "What is it that I have no clue about this time?"

Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's forehead. "There are a lot of things not explained at Hogwarts. Either because they are considered obvious to those of us raised in our world or because they are considered too dangerous for others."

Harry sighed and nodded. "What is it then?"

"Magical folk differ in which types of magic they do better than others. It's not just a matter of learning the spells. Like some people sing better than others or have a talent for drawing," Draco explained patiently. "Or the way you fly." He smirked.

Harry smiled at the compliment. "Yeah, I've heard that before," he said. "When I got my wand, Ollivander said my mum's wand had been good for Charms and my dad's for Transfiguration."

"The wand is chosen to resonate with the inherent magic of its wielder," Draco said. "That's why you do better with your own wand than with another. And then there are some things we can do without wands, like the way you speak Parseltongue."

Harry nodded. "So, what exactly are you saying?" he asked, wondering what any of this had to do with anything.

Draco snorted. "So impatient. You have never asked what my talents are besides Potions."

Harry raised a slightly amused eyebrow. "Well, what talents do you have?" he said. He hadn't even been aware that Draco had anything else he was exceptionally good at. He seemed to do everything good mostly.

"I can sense magic," Draco said. "I can feel it the way you feel the breeze in your hair or the sun on your skin."

Harry's eyes widened a bit. "You can?" he asked. His mind shot to Horcruxes almost immediately.

Draco smiled. "Yes. Sometimes like a heat or a tingling, depending on the kind of magic. Both with you."

"Do you know how useful that could be?" Harry asked, eyes still a bit wide. "If Voldemort's got Horcruxes hidden, do you think you could sense the magic if we were to be near them? Or sense the magic in traps or things like that?" Harry was thinking of how Dumbledore had been able to sense the magic in the cave.

Draco laughed, nodding his head. "Yes, and I will help with all of that," he said. "In the meantime, let me continue explaining this." He lifted his hand up and stroked Harry's hair from his face. "This room, this place," he said, "it has very old magics in it."

Harry nodded again, waiting for Draco to continue.

"Like Hogwarts and Grimmauld Place, like most of our places, there is a combination of ancestral blood magic and earth resonance," Draco explained. "In this room, I can feel all that."

"All right," said Harry slowly. "Why is that important?"

Draco's eyes widened, surprised by the question and confused for a moment. "It is literally the foundation of wizarding culture, Harry," he said. "This is, at least, a part of what the war is over. Over the meanings of magic and what purposes to which it should be put."

"It might have started out that way," Harry said, "but I think now Voldemort's just gone mad and wants to rule everything. He wants to be the ultimate dictator of the wizarding world, but even so, what does any of that have to do with you being able to feel the magic in this room?"

"He is mad, but it is important to remember that he has followers. Understanding why people follow or don't follow him could be important," Draco said. "And understanding the foundations of magic may help you defeat him. Because he really doesn't understand them."

Harry nodded. "I'll learn anything that could help me," he said seriously. "I think it might take a bit more than luck this time around."

"Well, I guess you are lucky you have me then," Draco quipped, leaning in to kiss him again.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips. "Very lucky," he murmured.

"We need to come back later and talk more about this. There are things I should show you, teach you, about this place," Draco said. "But the most important thing for you to know right now is that this place has power and resources that might be helpful for us."

"Good," Harry said. "Snape even came that night to look for books in the library here, didn't he?"

"I assume so," Draco said, "but I don't know whether he found them or even got past the wards. We have more than one library in this place. Some of the books on Dark Magic would be in the lower library."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "How big is it?" he asked, looking above him.

"The libraries or the Manor?" Draco asked.

"Both, I suppose," said Harry, still looking at the ceiling. The room they were standing in was huge, and that was only a part of the Manor.

"Above ground, respectably large," Draco said, looking upwards. "Below ground, bigger than I know. I wasn't privy to it all. I know about this room because it is a kind of ancestral temple where important family magics are often done."

"You don't even know how big your own house is?" Harry asked. "It must be huge."

Draco nodded. "And built on an ancient site from before the house, so there are older spells under the house itself. Father would have ..." he trailed off for a minute, swallowing, "would have taught me more when I came of age."

Harry winced and frowned. 'Yeah I bet,' he had to keep himself from saying. "Well, it's safer at Grimmauld, with you being the secret keeper and all, but we can stay here for a while when we need to. I'm sure there are things here that could help. I need to learn some new spells or something, too. I don't think I'll win with a simple Stunning Spell."

Draco snorted, nodding his head. "So, home now?" he said, waiting for confirmation.

"Yes," said Harry, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

Draco Apparated them back to the kitchen at Grimmauld and looked around to see who was there.

Most of the Order members had gone after Harry and Draco had come down from their nap and left with Tonks. Hermione and Ron were both still in the kitchen along with Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Lupin and the twins.

"How did it go?" asked Bill.

"It went fine," said Harry. "Bit of a struggle with Crabbe, but it was nothing a Body-Bind wouldn't fix."

Draco nodded, kissing Harry's cheek and going over to the tea kettle. "Any tea made?" he asked.

"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. "Are you both sure you're okay?" she asked, frowning.

Harry shook his head but smiled gently. "Yes, we're fine," he assured her for what felt like the millionth time. "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

"Ginny missed the train with everything that was going on. Dad had to take her to school," said Ron.

The mention of the train made Draco blush, remembering the earlier "conversation" in bed. He prepared himself and Harry cups of tea and came back to the table to sit down.

"Thanks, love," Harry said, sitting next to Draco and taking the tea. He sipped it and then looked around at everyone. "I suppose I should tell you I'm married," he said with a grin, waiting for the reactions.

Ron looked at him like he had just uttered the stupidest joke he had ever heard.

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

Everyone else stared at him with raised eyebrows and confused looks.

"I'm married," Harry repeated with a small, happy laugh.

Draco's chin dropped to his chest and he flushed. The Gryffindor was anything but subtle. He huffed and sipped more of his tea.

"How on earth can you be married, Harry?" asked Mrs. Weasley, looking like she was waiting for him to say he was joking. "You haven't even been back here for a day yet, and I certainly don't remember any weddings."

Harry gave a small shrug, still smiling. "To be honest, I'm not sure what we did, but according to Draco, we're married."

"Were you hit on the head, mate?" asked Ron.

"I'm serious," said Harry.

Draco smirked, flushing even pinker. It would be interesting to listen to Harry explain this one. Then he realised Harry would probably make him do it and he winced.

Harry took a large breath and held it in for a moment before he started. "Well, after everything that happened last night, before we came back here, we - um well... you know. And I guess... we made another binding promise. But it was different this time, because of what we said. Afterwards, I could Apparate in the Manor where only Draco should have been able to Apparate and so that had to mean we're married and I guess it's some kind of older Wizarding tradition or something."

Everyone still looked very confused.

Draco winced again. Yes, he knew he would end up with this task. "Older Wizarding law, magical law," he corrected. He flushed more. "Also known as Great Rite." He knew Mrs. Weasley would probably get the reference but it wasn't the modern way it was done.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes grew wide. "So you - you? Oh, my," she said.

"What's that mean?" asked Ron.

Hermione was just staring between Harry and Draco with eyes wide like Mrs. Weasley's.

Remus had been reading the paper, but he sputtered and spilt his tea.

Harry looked at Lupin's spilled tea with raised eyebrows. "It means we're married, you dolt," he said to Ron happily.

"You are married?" asked Fred, mouth hanging open. George was his mirror image next to him.

Bill and Fleur were smiling at Harry and Draco, both looking quite surprised, but still smiling.

"I guess," said Harry.

"Bloody hell," said Ron.

"You are married?" asked Fred again.

Harry snorted and nodded slowly.

"It's a bit more complicated at the legal level," Draco said. "But at the magical level, yes. At the legal level, we will have to go through the formal registration process and decide if we want a ceremony and all that."

Harry's grin grew as everyone continued to stare at them with open mouths.

"Well, congratulations," said Hermione finally after she had recovered. She smiled at them.

Harry laughed again. "Thanks," he said.

"You're both bloody mad," said George, shaking his head and smiling bemusedly at them.

"Most probably," Draco said. "A Slytherin and a Gryffindor."

Harry huffed and pinched Draco, smiling at him with narrowed eyes.

Everyone else laughed.

"Ze married life iz wonderful," said Fleur, smiling at Bill fondly.

"Indeed it is," said Bill with a chuckle.

"Well, you're both too young," said Mrs. Weasley sternly. She smiled. "But what news to hear after everything that's happened! Congratulations, both of you."

Harry couldn't seem to stop grinning.

Draco's attention perked up at that. "Maybe we can use this to our advantage," he said.

"What?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

Draco retrieved the slightly damp copy of The Daily Prophet from the table and looked at the headlines. The "news" was of their disappearance and the speculation that he had tried to commit suicide. He shook his head. "I think some distraction from the more ... unpleasant aspects ... of the last 24 hours would be a good tactic to use with the media."

Charlie leaned forward at the table. "That's a good idea actually," he said. "The Prophet seems to print more on gossip than real news anyway. The Boy Who Lived getting married with a possible ceremony to spy on, now that's news," he said sarcastically.

"Well, I certainly don't want to be spied on," said Harry, wrinkling his nose, "but it would be nice to take attention away from this."

"They always follow what you do, and they aren't the only ones," Draco said. "But the way to handle the media is to give them what you want them to print instead of waiting for them to find their own news." He looked at Harry. "So, do you want a ceremony?"

"Well, do you?" Harry asked, surprised that Draco was asking him that so quickly.

Draco tried to think about it. "It was not something I ever considered before," he said slowly. "My parents ran such things. I did what I was told. Now, we have ... choices."

"Well, I've never thought about getting married in my life, besides the one time we talked about it," said Harry. "But I wasn't thinking about anything technical then. We could have one, I suppose," he said slowly.

Draco turned, ignoring and, to some degree, forgetting about the rest of the room. He reached a hand out to cup Harry's face and looked him directly in the eyes. "Forget strategy for a minute," he said. "What do you, my love, my husband, want?"

Harry smiled at Draco and thought, picturing what their wedding might look like, how wonderful and fun Bill and Fleur's had been, how nice it would be to celebrate the one thing in the world most important to him. "I think I'd like to show everyone how much I love you," he said quietly.

Draco smiled. "As you wish, my love, as you wish." He leaned in and kissed him, passionately.

Harry opened his mouth to the kiss, smiling. When he pulled back, he took in a big breath and looked Draco in the eyes happily.

Fred wolf-whistled and Mrs. Weasley swatted him on the arm, slightly pink-faced.

Draco flushed and blinked. He had forgotten the rest of the room.

Harry chuckled. "I guess we'll have a ceremony then," he said.

"Brilliant," said George, smiling widely.

"Wow, Harry," said Ron, looking at him with wide eyes and seeming dumbfounded.

"Yeah," said Harry happily.

Draco was still flushed but smiling. "So we go to the Ministry to register our magical bond and give The Prophet the official wedding announcement."

Harry nodded. "And that should provide them with enough 'news' until all the rest of it dies down."

"That's the idea." Draco smiled. "Distract them from the real news with gossip about The Chosen One and his odd choices."

Harry snorted and kissed Draco quickly. "My odd choices?" he asked, shaking his head. "I think you're perfect."

Draco smiled. "Of course I am."

Harry snorted and kissed Draco again.

"Please, you're going to kill us with the sappiness," said Fred, still grinning.

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled away from Draco.

Draco's smirk was trying hard to be a grin and his cheeks flushed again. "So," he said, "how does one plan a wedding?" He looked at Fleur in particular.

Harry very much wondered that as well.

Fleur sat up straighter and smiled. "Well, first zer iz ze date to set, and ze place, and you weel 'ave to get dress robes and flowers and cake and you 'ave to decide where ze reception weel be and ...." She went on for a while.

Harry stared at her with widened eyes.

"Oh, no," said Bill with a sigh. "I thought I was through with this."

Fleur looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes and he chuckled.

Draco nodded, catching the overall drift. He did a kind of half bow to Fleur. "Madame Weasley, could we gentlemen ask you to help us in this? I fear without your guidance, we will not do it justice."

"Oh, I would be 'appy to 'elp!" said Fleur delightedly.

Harry smiled. He knew what Draco had said was very true, or at least, he knew that he wouldn't have the faintest clue about what to do. Hearing Draco call Fleur 'Madame Weasley' made Harry think as well. "Draco, do our names change?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and frowning.

Draco's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something and realised he had no idea what to say to that, so quickly closed it again, frowning.

Harry raised both eyebrows. "Erm, just something to think about, I suppose," he said quietly.

"Couldn't you just do a hyphenated thing?" asked Bill. "You know, Potter-Malfoy, Malfoy-Potter, whatever."

Harry shrugged. "I don't know about any of this stuff," he said.

Draco blinked again and then pulled himself together. "Well, that is something to consider. Meanwhile, according to our lovely wedding director here, we need to pick a date. Which we probably need before we make a public announcement." He looked again at Harry. "When?"

Harry spluttered, not having expected to have to answer any of this for a while at least. "Um, I don't know," he said. "Do we do it soon? Do we wait? What about Voldemort? We'll have to pick somewhere safe."

Draco looked seriously at Harry for a minute. "Sooner," he said, moving closer to Harry in his chair. "I know this sounds - corny, but I want this. I want no one to have any reason to doubt that I am where I choose to be."

Harry smiled at Draco and took his hand. "Alright, sooner then," he said. "Like, next-month-sooner? Is that even enough time to plan a wedding?"

"Eet weel be 'ard work, but you can 'ave eet whenever you choose," said Fleur.

"Well, I suppose whenever we have everything ready we can have it," said Harry with a shrug.

"Halloween?" Draco suggested. "Six months from when I first kissed you and it gives us two months to prepare."

"That's the night my parents died," said Harry quietly.

Draco tipped Harry's head up, looking into his eyes. "Reclaim it from Voldemort," he said quietly. "That is ... if you think your parents would approve."

Harry smiled softly at Draco and then looked over at Lupin. "I think they would," he said quietly.

Lupin had been staring at the two of them with unshed tears blurring his vision. "Yes, Harry, they would," he said, his voice thick with emotion and a tear running down one cheek.

"Halloween then," Harry said softly, kissing Draco again.

Draco closed his eyes, kissing Harry as unexpected emotions surged inside him. He hadn't realised a ceremony would be so important to him. Gods, he was as sappy as the Gryffindors!

"Stop, you're making us all tear up!" said Mrs. Weasley with a small laugh, dabbing at her eyes.

Harry pulled his lips from Draco's gently and saw that indeed, nearly everyone in the room was looking at them with a sort of sad-happiness.

Draco blinked, ducking his head to cover his own reactions. He took a deep breath and turned back to the friends at the table. "Gryffindors," he said, smirking. "So, October 31st. Next would be - where? There is the possibility of using the Manor. We do own it now."

Harry smiled at the 'we.' "Yes, we could do it there," he said. "I haven't even seen the top parts of it yet, but from what you said, it would be large enough. Is there a room fit for weddings?" He grinned.

Draco chuckled. "Every Malfoy for generations has been married there. Yes, a lot of rooms," he confirmed. "Even a ballroom for dancing."

Harry snorted. "Well, why let it go to waste?" he said. "And then we don't even have to have somewhere else for the reception and worry about securing two places."

"It sounds lovely," said Mrs. Weasley.

Draco turned to Mrs. Weasley. He smiled softly at her. When had his feelings for her softened? "Thank you," he said, then he glanced at Harry before continuing, "because I know how important Harry is to you and I am grateful for your support."

Mrs. Weasley beamed at him. "Well - you - you're certainly very welcome," she said, eyes tearing up again.

"Merlin, now you're making me emotional!" Harry exclaimed, having to swallow the lump in his throat. He had never felt so much like part of a family as he did right then.

Draco snorted but smiled. "Getting you worked up is what I live for," he teased.

"Prat," Harry whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

"Git," Draco whispered back against Harry's lips, and then he nipped at them.

"Bloody hell!" said George, laughing. "As much as we appreciated the free show the other day," he laughed harder, "you might not want to do it right here on the kitchen table. Splinters. Hurt like hell stuck in your arse cheeks."

"George!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"It's only a friendly tip," said Fred, grinning widely.

Draco sucked in a breath and turned pink to his ears. "Merde," he hissed.

Harry flushed too. "Um, I think we're going to go back to bed for a bit," said Harry, eyes not leaving Draco.

"Lunch will be done when you are," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding exasperated and shaking her head as Fred and George laughed at Harry's words.

Remus chuckled and shook his head.

Draco didn't say a word. He took his husband's hand and practically dragged him from the room.

Harry's heart was already beating quicker before they even reached their room. He turned his back against the door and fumbled with the knob behind him with one hand as he reached forward with the other and pulled Draco to him by the front of his shirt. "Fuck me," he said, voice low and husky.

"Yes," Draco hissed, nipping at Harry's lips while he grabbed him with both hands on his hips and ground into him.

"Fuck," Harry moaned, pushing his groin into Draco's. He tried to get the door open still. "Fucking door," he growled. It finally opened and he pulled Draco into the room quickly. He reached at the door with his hand so that it shut with a slam when he hit it. Then he started tearing at Draco's clothes as fast as his hands would allow.

Draco's hands fumbled with Harry's trousers, desperate to get them off. "Harry," he gasped, "you ordered me."

"Take my clothes off," Harry panted, pulling Draco's shirt over his head and then reaching down to undo his trousers.

Draco's hands reached for Harry's shirt as he trembled, unable to tell if Harry knew what he was doing. He ripped the shirt off Harry.

Harry gasped. "Shit," he said weakly, his cock jumping inside his pants. He pulled Draco's trousers and underwear down in one quick swipe.

Draco ripped the fasteners on Harry's trousers, both his hand and the construct pulling the fabric roughly down. He spun Harry around and pushed him down, bending him over a nearby plush armchair.

Harry gasped again. "Fuck, Draco," he panted, his cock so hard it hurt. His eyes went a bit wide as he realised that Draco was being a tad more desperate than he certainly needed to be. "Oh, shit I ordered you. Fuck me, but not because I ordered you to!" he said quickly.

Draco panted, taking a moment to get himself back under control now that Harry had countered the command. He bent and ripped Harry’s trousers off the rest of the way. "Gods, you are so hot," he growled, and then he Accio'd his wand. He cast a Lube Spell in the palm of the construct and then, putting his wand aside, slicked his fingers. "You drive me crazy," he said, reaching slippery fingers down the crack of Harry's arse and pressing into him.

"Ah!" Harry cried out, gripping the arm of the chair under him. He pushed his arse back against Draco's fingers, very, very eager for more of him.

"Beg me for it, Harry," Draco growled, his fingers reaching to stroke Harry's prostate as he rubbed his cock against the man's arse.

Harry's back arched as Draco touched his prostate and he cried out again. "Oh, Merlin, please, Draco!" he gasped. "Please, fuck me! I want you so badly! Please!"

Draco chuckled deeply, his cock bobbing in response as those words sent shivers down his spine. Harry was bent over the arm of the chair and he looked delicious like this. He would have to remember this for when they weren't in a hurry. Draco slid his fingers out, quickly slicking his cock and pressing it to Harry's entrance. "Spread your legs more," he told him, "’cause I want to fuck you very, very deep."

Harry walked each of his legs in opposite directions until they were open as wide as he could get them while on the chair. "Please, Draco," he said. His belly was doing flip-flops as he waited for Draco to fuck him.

"Hold onto the other arm of the chair," Draco said, and then, when Harry had done so, he grasped his hips. He hesitated, first only using one hand, but then he took a deep breath and laid the construct on the other hip. He slid inside his lover slowly, agonisingly slowly.

Harry's back arched again and he gripped the chair material tightly. He moaned the entire torturous time Draco filled him. "Dracooo, pleeaasse," he groaned, trying to push back against him.

Draco loved the sound of Harry begging him, and he was panting with the effort to go slow. Once his cock had slid as far as possible into his lover, feeling the tight, wet heat surrounding him, Draco stood trembling for a moment. He bent over the dark-haired man, pushing deeper as he did. "How do you want it, Harry?" he purred.

"I want you to fuck me!" Harry cried. "I want you to fuck me hard! Anything! Just please!" He was nearly delirious with need. Draco was inside him so deep and he trembled from the feeling.

Draco's evil chuckle would have done his Slytherin reputation credit. He grasped his lover’s hips and slid back, then slammed in hard. "Fuck," he gasped at the sensation. He couldn't hold back anymore. He began to flex his hips, sliding back and then forward again with as much momentum as he could. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Harry was rocked forward hard with every thrust, crying out loudly. "Yes! Yes, Draco, fuck yes!" He tried to meet Draco's thrusts, using the arm of the chair to push back.

Draco was rocking hard into the man under him, the chair creaking from impact and his whole body shuddering. Sweat was soon pouring down his body. "Want ... you ... always," Draco gasped. His hair had come loose from the tie and was clinging to his face, but his hands were holding Harry as he continued to pump furiously.

Harry's hands hurt from clinging to the chair so hard. His glasses had fallen off a while ago and he was sweaty, too. He continued meeting Draco's thrusts and he looked over his shoulder at him. He could hardly take the sight. "Draco," he gasped. "Oh, Merlin, Draco I'm going to come!"

"Fuck, yes!" Draco screamed, taking his pace to the fastest he could move. He could barely breathe and he was panting hard as he shoved fast and deep.

Harry clenched his teeth and hissed through them as the pleasure built up rapidly and then spilled over, spiralling out in a rush of heat and ecstasy. He came with a loud shout, his entire body trembling as he clenched his arse around Draco, his eyes shut tightly.

Pleasure and power rocketed through Draco's body, and all he could do was thrust in and hold on. He was blinded by it, unable to tell if he hung suspended there for seconds, minutes or longer. And then the wave released him and he fell forward onto the back of his lover.

Harry grunted as Draco fell on top of him, still panting. He finally relaxed his hands and released the chair. Draco lying on him like he was sort of hurt, but Harry couldn't move - he couldn't even speak for that matter.

Draco was shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm and the magic that left him feeling both full of power and weak in the knees. He tried to concentrate, slowing down to take deeper breaths. He kissed the damp skin under his face and fumbled to grip something besides the man underneath him. He finally found the edge of the chair and pushed with shaky arms to try to stand.

Harry grunted again as Draco stood and he tried to push himself up, only managing to slip off the chair a bit. "That was good," he panted, eyes heavily lidded as he tried to catch his breath.

Draco was holding on to the back of the chair, pulling himself up with it. He slid carefully back out, feeling a bit raw from the rough sex, even with the lube. He smiled at Harry's words but still couldn't respond.

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Merlin, my arse is sore," he said, swallowing to try and moisten his dry throat. He pushed himself up a bit more, but his legs shook.

Draco chuckled weakly from his place, still clinging to the chair. The view was great. Harry was still laid out in the most wanton display. Draco drank in the sight, still in awe of how beautiful Harry was.

Harry laughed breathily and finally gathered enough strength to get weakly to his feet. He simply stood there for a minute, trying to keep his balance, and then walked gingerly over to the bed and collapsed upon it.

"You can barely walk," Draco said with a laugh.

"Prat," said Harry, but he smiled.

Draco let go of the chair and stood shakily for a moment. He did his best to walk to the bed without staggering. His thighs hurt and his legs felt a bit wobbly.

Harry laughed at him. "You're one to talk," he said, raising an eyebrow.

Draco fell to the bed beside Harry, laughing. He lay there, his eyes shining as he looked at Harry.

Harry moved slowly so that he was closer to Draco. "We're going to show everyone how much we love each other," he whispered, reaching out and pushing the damp hair from Draco's face. "Everyone will know how we feel."

Draco raised both eyebrows, smirking. "That kind of display might be a bit much, even for our wedding," he teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. "Oh, Merlin, how do I love such a prat?" he asked with a sigh.

"Because you're a git?" Draco asked, taking Harry's hand and kissing the palm.

Harry laughed again. "I am so not a git," he said jokingly.

"Sure, Potter." Draco smiled but then he took a deep breath and looked seriously at Harry. "You are the last person I thought I would ever marry," he said, "and the only one I have ever wanted."

Harry smiled hugely as his eyes started to burn. "You can't know how much that means to me," he said.

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