HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Chapter Eleven


During the next few days, plans were made to find the negrasus. Harry wanted to try to mate it with one of the mares from the ranch, then let it go, if it wished. He hoped it would want to stay.

“Do you think the creature would actually mate with a normal horse?” Draco asked.

“There has been documentation that a negrasus had done this before. The foals are magical, but not as strong as the original creature’s,” Remus stated.

“What exactly does this creature look like and what’s magical about it?” Draco asked.

“It looks much like a normal stallion; about 15 to 17 hands high, wings that fold into the sides, and only appear when they fly. The mane and tail are longer also. The hair from them are known to be used for wand cores,” Harry said.

“And this negrasus is wild? How do you propose to lure it back here?” Severus asked.

“I may not have to. Someone will ride the mare out. Hopefully they will breed out there. I’m not going to force it back here, but if it follows, I’m not going to complain. The mare I have in mind has not been bred yet, and I’ve read a virgin attracts the creature,” Harry said.

“The negrasus is attracted to magic. It can actually only be found at certain times of the year in a glade that appears if you are magical,” Remus said.

“It was seen a month ago. Hopefully it’s still there, and hopefully it hasn’t mated yet, as it only mates once a year,” Harry said.

“And hopefully, he’s horny as hell,” Draco smirked.

“That too,” Harry laughed, then heard the school bus drive up to drop off Michael and Colby.

“Right on schedule,” Doreen said, coming out of the house to the porch where Harry, Draco, Remus, and Severus sat. She placed a tray with a plate of cookies and two more glasses of iced tea on the table.

“Hey Daddy! Guess what we did at school today?” Colby excitedly said, launching himself on Harry’s knee. Harry shrugged his shoulders after giving his son a hug. “We went to the zoo – and part of it was magical. And we saw a jobberknolly, a niffler, and a run . . . rune . . . ”

“A runespoor,” Michael finished.

“Yeah, a runespoor snake. Did you know it had three heads? And they all sounded different.”

“Different? How?” Severus asked.

“Different way of talking,” Colby replied.

“Like different accents?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, the middle one wanted to escape the tank, and the other ones wanted to stay ‘cause they got to eat big fat mouses.”

“You understood them?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, could hear the other snakes too,” Colby said.

“Did you talk to them?” Remus asked.

“Yes.”

“I guess it passed to Colby,” Harry grinned.

“Passed what?” Colby confusedly asked.

“You, like your father, can speak Parseltongue. It’s very, very rare that a wizard can do that,” Severus said.

“Can you talk Parseltongue?” Colby asked the others as he looked around.

“Only your father,” Draco said. “It’s a great gift, C.J.”

“Makes you more special, son,” Harry smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Can we go swimmin’?” Colby asked, reaching for a cookie. “Are you done workin’ with the horses?”

“For now, we can swim for a bit, then we’ll get a pizza for supper,” Harry grinned.

“Pizza! I love pizza. Can we have peppers on it? Can Drake come too? He hasn’t seen the swimmin’ hole yet. Then we can watch a movie while we eat the pizza. I want to show him my room too,” Colby rambled excitedly.

“I guess you’ve been invited,” Harry laughed, looking at Draco. “You want to come too, Michael?”

“No, you guys go ahead. I’ve got some homework I gotta do,” Michael replied, smiling at Colby. “I’m kinda tired too.”

“Full moon in a few days, are you feeling okay other than the tiredness?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, do you have some of that potion, Severus?” Michael asked.

“Yes, I’ll bring you some tomorrow,” Severus smiled.

“Thanks,” Michael replied, grabbing his backpack and a few cookies before going into the house.

Harry got up, took a few cookies himself then led Draco to the truck with Colby slung over his shoulder like a wiggling bag of potatoes. They drove the short distance with Colby telling them about the animals he had seen at the zoo, Harry and Draco answering when they could.

“Do you have extra swimming trunks, Harry? I didn’t bring any on this trip,” Draco said, looking around the living room. He walked to the mantel of the fireplace and looked at a picture with a smiling Harry and a blonde woman sitting in front of him in his arms.

“That’s Cheyanne, Colby’s mother,” Harry quietly said, as he handed Draco a pair of surfer shorts.

“She’s pretty,” Draco said. “You two looked close.”

“We were,” Harry said, walking away. “You can change in the bathroom if you want.”

“You guys ready?” Colby excitedly asked, coming into the room in his own surfer shorts and a dragon towel around his neck.

“Just about,” Harry laughed.

“While I’m still young, Dad,” Colby laughed, urging them to hurry.

Harry and Draco quickly changed into their swimwear, then followed Colby down the well-traveled path through the forest. Draco walked a bit behind Harry, admiring his backside in the well worn cut-off jean shorts, and the tanned muscled legs he still remembered wrapped around his waist. He heard the rush of water before it appeared before them when they came out from the trees. A small waterfall ran down smooth rocks until it flowed into a rather large watering hole. Trees surrounded it on the three sides, the rope swing clearly visible hanging just over the water.

“A large part of the middle is rather deep. When I’m with the kids, I usually stay close to the edge here. It’s about hip high and smooth on the feet because of the rock surface,” Harry explained, pulling the T-shirt over his head. He then magicked a shield so that Colby wouldn’t go deeper.

Draco followed the others, and pulled his T-shirt over his head and laid his towel on an overturned log by the water. He stepped in slowly, surprised at the warmth of the water as he waded in further. His feet felt the next underwater ledge, then stepped down until the water was to his thighs. He sat down on the ledge, the water going up to his chest. He began to laugh when Colby launched himself on Harry, dunking him under the water. Then he was backing up as he saw the mischievous look in Colby’s eyes as he bounced over to him.

“Dunk him, C.J. and I’ll get you a chocolate shake to go with that pizza,” Harry called out, running his fingers through his wet hair. “Oh – and he’s ticklish, C.J.”

Draco was mock glaring at Harry and wasn’t paying attention as Colby dove for his chest. Small fingers began to poke into his sides. His body was going back further and further as he was holding onto Colby’s waist, trying to tickle him back.

“Daddy! Help!” Colby laughed, trying to wiggle away.

Draco had stopped tickling when he heard Harry splash closer. Colby saw his chance and dunked him. He heard Harry laughing when he surfaced, then launched himself on top of the still laughing Harry while Colby stepped back out of the way. His hands went to tickle Harry, the laughter coming from Harry dying down as his hands slid over slick skin on his waist and stomach. His hand slid up the center of Harry’s stomach and chest as he leaned closer.

The near-kiss was broken when Colby jumped on Draco’s back laughing in his ear. “I’ll save you, Daddy,” he cried out, tightening his hold around Draco’s neck.

“Is that right, squirt?” Draco grinned, standing up reaching back for Colby’s legs to swing him around at his side. He looked at Harry, question in his eyes. Harry nodded. His hands let go. SPLASH! He reached down right away and pulled Colby out of the water.

Colby sputtered out of the water and started to laugh again. He always liked the water and had no fear of it. That was why Harry always put a shield to stop him going too deep. The three of them played around for the next hour, then waded out of the warm water.

Harry helped dry off Colby first, magically drying his shorts, then pulled his shirt on. After he was satisfied his son was dry and warm enough, he brushed the towel over his body quickly then put on his own shirt. Draco was dry already and waiting for Harry.

“Thanks,” Harry softly said to Draco after Colby started down the path back to the house.

“For what?” Draco asked.

“For trying with Colby.”

“It’s not a problem. He’s easy to be around,” Draco shrugged. “You’re lucky to have him.”

“Yeah, I am,” Harry smiled. “I need to make a few phone calls, then get the pizza. Do you mind watching over Colby while I Floo to the pizza place?”

“You can Floo there?”

“It’s a wizarding restaurant specializing in Muggle food. The pizzas are really good there.”

“I don’t mind. Colby wants to show me his room anyway.”

The three of them were soon at the house, and Colby took Draco to his room while Harry went up the wooden stairs in the living room to go to the study that was above the kitchen. Colby showed Draco every picture, every stuffed animal in his room with a story for each one. Fifteen minutes later Harry poked his head in the door, dressed in faded jeans and a sweatshirt.

“P.j.’s, Colby,” Harry said pulling out his son’s favorite Scooby-Doo pajamas. “You can show Draco where the movies are, and help pick one out.”

“Don’t forget my milkshake, Dad,” Colby said, looking up from the picture book he was showing Draco.

“I’ll try not to,” Harry smirked. “Be back soon.”

Draco helped Colby with his pajamas, then followed him to the living room. Since Draco didn’t know a lot about movies, he let Colby decide while he quickly changed into his jeans and T-shirt he had been wearing earlier. The movie was chosen and ready to play. Draco sat on the couch looking at a photo album that was on the end table. He was pleasantly surprised when Colby lifted his one arm and snuggled into his side, leaning over his thigh as he talked about the pictures. They were Muggle pictures of mostly Colby and Harry working around the horses. Draco liked a particular picture that Colby was laughing at. It was a picture of Harry, a naked Harry in an outdoor shower, his privates hidden by a low door of the shower.

“Mikey snuck up on Daddy while he was washing the mud off of him,” Colby grinned. “A horse threw him into a giant mud puddle.”

Draco’s attention to the picture was diverted when Colby reached over to turn the page. “That’s Daddy when he worked with Mommy at the bar before I was born. He made drinks for people. Do you like my Daddy?” Colby asked suddenly.

“Um, yeah I do,” Draco replied.

“As a friend or a kissy friend?”

“Would it bother you if we were ‘kissy’ friends?” Draco asked, smirking at the question, and holding his breath for the answer.

“You wouldn’t hurt him?”

“No, not if I can help it.”

“I saw Daddy kiss you at the carnival. He smiled when he did it, so that means he must like you. So I guess, it’s okay that you’re kissy friends,” Colby smiled.

“I like him, too,” Draco smiled, then gave Colby a one-armed squeeze.


When Harry Flooed through with two pizzas, Pepsi’s, and one chocolate milkshake, he was surprised to see Colby snuggled against Draco. Two blonds looked up at him, then the young one rushed over to take his shake that was held out for him. Harry placed the pizza’s on the coffee table.
“You picked a movie?” He asked, sitting down after handing Draco a Pepsi. “Let me guess, Star Wars?”

“Nope,” Colby smiled, shaking his head.

“101 Dalmatians?”

“Nope.”

“Scooby-Doo?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I give up,” Harry dramatically sighed, as he reached out to open the pizza boxes.

“Labrith,” Colby grinned. “Have you seen it Draco?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Draco smirked, not hearing of any of the titles that Harry had guessed.

“The movie is called Labyrinth. It’s a Jim Hensen movie, although you have no idea who that is,” Harry grinned. “It’s got goblins, and other creatures in it that are actually puppets.”

“They don’t look anything like the bank goblins though,” Colby said. “Thank you, Daddy,” he added after Harry put a slice of pepperoni, green pepper, and mushroom pizza on a plate for him. He kneeled on the floor and ate his pizza from the table.

Harry reached for the remote control for the television and started the movie. The first half hour, the three of them were quiet as they ate. Harry had to smile to himself when Draco and Colby started to laugh at a part of the movie. After everyone had their fill, Harry closed the left over pizza and went to put it in the fridge.

He silently came back and sat in the corner of the couch, putting his arm over the back of the cushions, for Colby to crawl up and snuggle against his side. He leaned in to kiss the top of his head, meeting Draco’s eyes across from him.

Draco was quite jealous of Colby at the moment. He wanted to snuggle against that warm hard body; wanted to run his hands over the muscled abs and chest as he licked and nibbled on that tanned neck. He wanted to comb his fingers through the dark hair, to taste Harry in their kisses. He was brought out of his Harry fantasy when a small foot nudged his thigh. He met Harry’s eyes, hoping that his raging emotions weren’t too evident to see.

Harry saw the heat in the silver gaze that met his and smiled that he was okay with it. He was happy to see the want in Draco’s eyes, but still wanted to take it slow for now.

Draco shifted in his seat, trying to hide the hardening bulge in his jeans. He took a chance and put his arm over the back of the couch, letting the held breath out when he felt Harry take his hand, callused thumb caressing his knuckles.

At the end of the movie, Harry saw the yawn Colby was trying to hide, then stood up, scooping him up in his arms. “I’ll be right back. Going to put the brat to bed, then we can watch a grown up movie,” he smiled. Draco watched him leave the room.

Draco was looking through the movies, seeing a few titles he’s heard, watched, or wanted to see. He was reading the back of a movie when Harry came back in. “I wanted to see this when it was in the theatre,” he said, holding up ‘Pirates of the Caribbean.’

“Good movie. Actually just bought it,” Harry smiled, taking the DVD out of the case. He set it up, then sat back in the corner of the couch again, with Draco on the other side.

“Do you want some popcorn or anything?” Harry asked.

“No, I’m good. The pizza filled me up some.”

The opening credits began and Harry looked over at Draco who was trying to get comfortable again. “Come here,” he quietly said, holding out his arms.

“You sure?” Draco uncertainly said.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled.

Draco gladly scooted over while Harry shifted to his side more. He snuggled against Harry’s side, with his head on his chest much like Colby was earlier. He laid his head on Harry’s chest, then felt a warm hand cover his.

“Comfortable?” Harry asked, stroking the blond’s fingers with his.

“Yes.”

The two of them watched the movie in silence, Harry with his hand resting on Draco’s lower back, and Draco relishing every touch that was given to him. At the end of the movie, Harry shifted up and reached for the remote to turn off the movie. Draco sat up already missing the warmth of Harry’s body against his.

“I have an early day tomorrow, so I’m off to bed. You’re welcome to the spare bed if you want.”

“Thanks, I think I’ll stay then,” Draco grinned, getting up when Harry did. “How early?” He asked, following Harry to the spare room.

“Around six in the morning. Colby has to meet the school bus, and I’ve been going with him when Michael hasn’t been feeling up to it. Then, I need to meet with the owner of the black that will be going home tomorrow. Too early for you?” Harry smirked.

“No. I usually get up at that time anyway.”

“It was nice tonight – snuggling with you while we watched the movie,” Harry smiled.

“We never did do that before,” Draco replied, walking closer to Harry. “So, can I have a kiss goodnight?”

“I don’t know. Do you deserve one?” Harry grinned, leaning closer to Draco.

“I think so. I held back what I wanted to do on the couch – keeping it slow.”

“And what did you really want to do, Draco?” Harry softly said.

Draco reached up his hand to stroke the side of Harry’s face, smiling when Harry leaned into the touch. He let his fingertips trail down Harry’s throat then chest.

“I wanted to touch you, Harry – feel your warmth beneath my fingertips. I remember how you felt, Harry. I remember the way you looked, tanned, hard, and sexy as hell that night. I wanted to slowly strip you of your clothing, kissing, licking, tasting the skin that I remember tasted so good. I wanted to swirl my tongue around your nipples, making you moan for more as you nudge my shoulders lower. I wanted to mark my way with my teeth down your stomach as my hand gripped your rock-hard, warm, leaking cock. I could just imagine the smell, the taste as I . . . ”

Harry groaned and brought up his hand to slip behind Draco’s neck to pull him closer. His mouth devoured the willing lips beneath his; their moans blending as they pressed their bodies closer together.

Draco’s cock hardened more, ached to be set free from his jeans. He thrust forward against Harry, feeling an answering hardness pressing against him. His hands glided down Harry’s back to his arse, pulling him closer as they thrust against each other. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, their chests heaving from their panting breaths.

“Goodnight Harry,” he huskily said, backing away, almost – almost going back into those arms seeing Harry’s lustful gaze, the kiss-swollen lips, and the very prominent erection pushing against the faded denim that Harry wore.

“Fuck, Dray,” Harry groaned, combing his fingers through the front of his hair.

Draco turned his back on Harry and lifted the T-shirt over his head, hiding the satisfied smile on his face.

“Thanks for the goodnight kiss,” he said turning around, his shirt dropping from his fingers to the floor.

“Well, I um . . . ” Harry stammered, licking his lips seeing the gold hoop in Draco’s nipple, “going to go to bed.” Harry mentally shook his head then looked up into Draco’s eyes. “See you tomorrow.”

Draco nodded then waited until Harry quietly closed the door. He unzipped his jeans and quickly pushed them down with his boxers. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, reliving the feel and taste of Harry as his hand slowly stroked his leaking cock. His other hand glided up his chest to pinch and tug on the hoop in his nipple as his hips thrust up into his hand. His breathing grew more ragged as his hand went faster on his length, pre-cum dripping freely down his cock, slicking the strokes. He felt the almost painful heat build, his muscles tense. “Harry,” he quietly moaned, thrusting up into his hand, the cum splattering on his stomach and chest.

A few doors down Harry was standing, his back to the door, his jeans at his knees, and his fingers wrapped around his cum-coated cock. He whispered the cleaning spell on himself, then leaned his head back against the door, his breathing slowly steadying. He changed into his pajama bottoms, and crawled into bed on his side, hugging a nearby pillow to his chest. He felt a bit of hope that Draco still had feelings for him, but then remembered that the blond was just on holiday and wouldn’t be staying.


Note: It was commented to me that usually fresh running water coming down a waterfall would be very cold. I have been to a resort myself where the water was very warm due to a natural hot spring. For this story, I have written that the water is warm – perhaps from a hotspring.


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