Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry still couldn't believe what he and Draco had done the previous night with Fred and George and, more specifically, he still couldn't believe that it had been so enjoyable. But it had been, and he was happy that they'd done it – not only because it had been fun, but also because he felt like it had perhaps made things between himself and his husband even better.

The children were still sleeping, having been brought home by Hermione and Ron, and it was a quiet, peaceful summer morning. Harry leant over, pressing a smile and a kiss against Draco's lips.

Draco hummed against Harry's lips, not even opening his eyes yet but reaching his hand for him automatically.

"Good morning," Harry told him, voice raspy with sleep as he pressed himself to Draco's side.

"Morning, love," Draco whispered and then hummed happily as he rubbed himself against his husband.

Harry chuckled. "You mean you haven't had enough?" he teased, smoothing a hand down Draco's back.

"Enough of you?" Draco said, opening his eyes, smiling at Harry. "No such thing."

Harry laughed lowly in delight. "Want another piece now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, yes," Draco answered, sliding his hand over Harry's hip to squeeze his arse.

Harry shivered as Draco's fingers brushed over the dragon tattoo. He slicked his own entrance in lube before Draco even got there, grinning at him.

Draco chuckled when his fingers found his lover ready. "Oh, so eager for me," he cooed as he began pushing inside.

Harry murmured a low throaty noise in pleasure. "Why, of course," he said, voice dropping into a huskier tone. "You aren't the only insatiable one around here."

Leaning in for another kiss, Draco's tongue began seeking entrance to his husband's mouth even as he pushed a second finger inside Harry.

Harry slid his hand back up Draco's skin, grasping the back of his neck. He opened his mouth for his husband, sucking his tongue inside. Harry wanted to fill himself up completely with Draco. He wanted to taste him, touch him, encircle him as a reminder that they belonged only to each other. As wonderful as the previous evening had been, Harry needed to close the circle again until his world narrowed down to what existed only between the two of them.

Draco moaned, cock twitching in response. He pressed his knee between his husband's, encouraging him to open his legs for him. Harry did, letting his legs part as he moved onto his back, pulling Draco with him. As they moved, Draco's fingers slipped from his husband and he positioned himself between Harry's legs. It was a tricky position one-handed, not having a second hand to brace himself.

"Do you want your other hand?" Harry asked breathlessly, looking up at Draco about to push inside him. Draco smiled and nodded. So, Harry held out a hand and Summoned it, attaching it to Draco with the well-known charm.

Draco chuckled, shivering as Harry used magic with their bodies pressed so close. He braced himself with the silver hand while sliding the other over the dragon on his lover's hip, before using it to position himself.

Harry released a moan, gazing lustfully up at Draco as he wriggled his arse down against him. "Give me a nice, lazy fuck," he said, smiling with half closed eyes.

Draco delighted in pleasing Harry, his almost imperious attitude making him laugh even as he pushed into him.

Harry laughed too, but then gasped when Draco breached him. "Mmm, so good stretched around you," he said, arching into the movement.

Draco pushed all the way in and held there, chuckling. His lion husband could even turn bottoming into a management position. "I adore filling you," he gasped.

"Good, hop to it then," Harry teased, though it was more of a gasp as well. He drew his legs around Draco's thighs, pulling him tighter.

"Git," Draco said as he exhaled, shivering as Harry's body clenched around him as well.

"Prat," Harry answered, pulling said prat down to kiss him again.

Draco would have laughed but his mouth was full and his body trembling with the need to move. He began to rotate his hips, sliding in and out of his lover's body even as he mirrored the movements with his tongue.

Harry groaned, the sound a low rumble from his chest. "Oh, love it when you fuck me, Draco," he breathed when their lips parted.

Draco grinned, continuing the slow rotation of his hips and looking into those green eyes. "I would never have guessed," he teased.

Harry continued to arch against Draco with every thrust. "Especially when you hit – mmm – there. You're doing an exceptionally good job of that this morning," he laughed, breathless again.

"I adore morning shags," Draco agreed, rocking gently as he continued his slow slide in and out of his husband.

Harry adored them too, nodding while he let himself slide too deep into the pleasure to say anything else. However, he did open his mouth again when he was shining with sweat and right on that edge. "Make me come," he gasped, speeding his movements. "Fuck, Draco, make me come!"

Draco had fallen into a place of suspended pleasure, rocking and sliding and just glorying in the moment. At Harry's urging, he began thrusting hard and fast.

Harry threw his head back, reaching down to grasp the length of his cock. And then he was coming hard between them, keening his intense approval of Draco's movements.

Draco cried out, thrusting hard into his lover, entire body tensing with the power released between them.

"Mmmm, yes," Harry encouraged, voice slurred as he petted Draco's hair, clenching around him purposefully. The slow and graceful descent that bridged ecstasy and satiation was always one of Harry's favourite places to be with Draco. Enveloped in the damp warmth of each other while gliding back to earth; Harry would have been content to stay there forever.

Draco gasped again, nearly collapsing atop his husband. He curled over and around Harry, holding him. "Yes, indeed."

Harry smiled. "Oh, that was a good one," he sighed, revelling in moving his hands over Draco's slick back.

"Very good," Draco agreed, resting his head on Harry's shoulder, enjoying the quiet before the children woke.

Harry closed his eyes, thinking along the same lines as his husband. He thought he was about to drift off again when there was a loud pop in the room. His eyes snapped open, but he knew before they did that a house-elf would be standing there. Well, at least Draco was covering his bits with his own body for the moment.

"Master Draco," said Leakey, large eyes wide. "There is someone at the door that needs to be seeing you."

Draco didn't move from atop Harry, turning his head to look with annoyance at the elf. "Who could possibly be at the door, especially this early?"

"Mistress Narcissa," Leakey squeaked. "Leakey was telling her I is sorry, I is, but I cannot be letting her in because of the wards, Master Draco, but she is wanting to be seeing you."

Harry had never heard the elf ramble on in such excitement, and his own eyes had gone wide. Surely Leakey was mistaken.

Draco withdrew and rolled off his husband, moving to sit up and looking at the elf with wide eyes. "My mother? Here? Now?"

"Now at the door!" said Leakey, nodding quickly. "Right outside, she is. And it is being her, Master! It is being her!"

Draco scrambled from the bed, Summoned his wand, cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and grabbed his dressing gown.

Harry's mouth had fallen open and he didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do as he watched Draco spring from the bed and rush about. Harry had seen many different faces of Draco, even before that very first kiss but this was new. He couldn't recall ever seeing his husband ... flustered. And Harry hoped, for Draco's sake, that it really was Narcissa at the front door. He could already see the relief and hope in Draco's eyes and didn't want to see that replaced with despair.

"My mother, alive, Harry!" Draco babbled excitedly. "Get up!"

Harry blinked a few times before he smiled in amazement at the happiness in Draco's voice. He cast a Cleaning Charm as well before grabbing his own dressing gown and pulling it on.

"Tell my mother we will be right there," Draco told Leakey and then reached for Harry's hand.

Leakey nodded quickly again and popped away, while Harry took his husband's hand, squeezing it. He was feeling a bit flustered himself but he wanted to be strong for Draco just in case the elf was mistaken. With the length of time that Narcissa had been missing, it was hard to believe she could be standing on their doorstep.

Draco Apparated them both to the front hall. He was so excited and nervous he was almost afraid to open the front door. What if it wasn't really his mother?

Harry was nervous too, mostly for Draco, but, Merlin, what if it was Narcissa? The last time he'd seen her had been two children ago at their wedding, and the last time Draco had seen her, she'd disappeared directly after. He knew she hadn't been responsible for what had happened the night Valen was born but it was difficult to think of her and not recall the fear he and Draco had felt while delivering Valen on their own and the terror of nearly losing his husband. That, however, was only Harry's initial feeling. Other, less identifiable, feelings hovered just behind the apprehension but Harry took a deep breath and shoved them all back down.

Draco wondered if they should have got dressed first but he didn't want to keep his mother waiting. He took a deep breath and opened the front door.

And, quite amazingly, there stood Narcissa Malfoy. Her hair was longer, falling around her waist now, and ragged at the ends. Her robes were common and draped over her thinner form, and she appeared pale and slight. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and makeup-less, a rare look from her, and there was nervousness in them, but when they fell upon Draco, the woman gasped with a softness that was nearly a whisper and brought a hand to her mouth.

Draco's eyes watered immediately, stepping forward with his hands out to Narcissa. "Mother," he managed but his voice caught on anything more.

"Draco," she breathed out as if his name were a prayer. Narcissa stumbled forward and hugged her son tightly, grasping at his dressing gown like someone might come to pull him away from her.

Harry stood to the side, wanting to be a source of strength for Draco but giving mother and son a moment to themselves. Leakey bounced into the house from outside to stand beside Harry, watching the scene in adoration.

Draco put his arms around his mother, a small sob escaping him. "You're real," he said in wonder.

Narcissa's blue eyes filled with tears which immediately created paths down her smooth face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," could be barely discerned from the sounds.

It had been over two years and two months since Draco had seen his mother. When she hadn't reappeared after Voldemort was destroyed, he had assumed her dead. He cried now, unable to stop himself. "You're back," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

"I – I didn't want t-to stay away so long, son, but – " Narcissa paused and brought one shaking hand up to gently brush the hair back from Draco's face, " – the passing of time seemed to make it more difficult to return but yesterday marked another ... birthday that I missed and I knew I had to see you. I'm so sorry, Draco," she said with a quiet sob and clutched tightly at her son's back. Harry could see her thin body trembling and heard the anguish in her voice when she apologised. He suspected the apology was for more than staying away for so long. Much more.

"You're home," Draco said, voice cracking, "I am so glad you are home."

"Tu ne sauras jamais combien tu m'as manqué, mon petit-dragon avide." Narcissa whispered to him, kissing the side of his face.

Draco pulled back a little bit, smiling down at his mother as he soaked in her words and knew that she, too, would never know how much he had missed her. He then looked over at Harry, who was still standing in the doorway.

Harry tried not to frown, not wanting to interfere, but uncomfortable with not knowing what had been said.

Narcissa sniffled and also turned her head toward Harry, who gave Draco a small smile before turning wide eyes on his mother-in-law. Harry moved away from the doorway in invitation for both of them to come inside.

Draco kissed his mother's cheek and then stepped back, drawing his wand. He closed his eyes and focused on the house wards, shifting the permissions to once again recognise her magical signature.

It brought more tears to Narcissa's eyes that she quickly wiped away, and then she stepped into the house, taking a deep breath and releasing it quietly and slowly through her nose.

"Welcome home," Draco said softly as he joined them inside, closing the door behind him.

Harry stared at the woman standing before him and knew that his life was about to take a wild turn. He swallowed inaudibly before nodding. "Welcome home, Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa nodded as well, fixing her robes with absent hands and smoothing her hair as if she were about to see someone important. She stared back up at Draco, almost meekly.

Draco was still stunned and unsure of whether to treat his mother like a guest in the Manor. He couldn't even offer her her old rooms because he and Harry occupied them now. "Uh, let's go into the sitting room and have some tea," he suggested.

"Yes," she agreed, taking a few steps forward to follow Draco.

Leakey popped away, apparently to get the tea, and Harry followed Draco and his mother into the sitting room, feeling very odd and still shocked.

Draco had to adjust the robe as he sat down, aware that they were barely dressed. He didn't even know where to start with all the questions. "I have missed you very much," he said.

"I've missed you every day," Narcissa agreed, reaching to take her son's hand and squeezing it. "I've been trying to keep up with you. With everything."

Harry left them to sit on the couch together, taking a seat in one of the armchairs instead, watching.

"You can't trust everything you read in the papers," Draco warned her, reaching to take her hand again as if to reassure himself she was real. "But you do have two grandchildren now."

She smiled at that, so many different emotions in her eyes that it was hard to read. "You named her after me," she said softly.

Draco smiled back. "Yes, her middle name," he agreed. "They will be up soon."

She actually looked a little nervous at that.

Harry wandlessly cast a Tempus to check the time. "Any minute now," he said.

Leakey returned with the tea.

"Have the lavender suite prepared for Mrs Malfoy," Draco told the elf and poured tea for his mother and then himself. "Things are a lot different here," he warned her.

Narcissa took her tea, holding it steady. "I have not been here for ... two years," she said. "It would be foolish to not expect some things to be different."

Draco nodded, stirring sugar into his own tea. He didn't know how she would react to Ron or Hermione now. "I don't know if you are ready to talk about it yet, but at some point, I would really like to know what happened, where you have been."

She nodded again too, and then, as if he had been able to sense Draco thinking about him, Ron strode into the room, looking tousled and sleepy. "Oh, you blokes are already up? I didn't think you'd be awake for ... another ...." He trailed off, staring at Narcissa in great confusion. "Um ...?"

Draco was torn between wincing and laughing at their friend. "Mother, do you remember Ron Weasley?"

Narcissa's back had immediately straightened so much that it looked uncomfortable. "I know him," she said.

Ron scratched his arm, still very obviously confused.

"Ron and his wife, Hermione, live with us here at the Manor," Draco explained, watching his mother warily.

"Yes, I know," she said quietly. "I believe that was mentioned in the newspapers."

Harry shouldn't have been surprised, being married to a Malfoy and all, but he was still rather amazed at how quick Narcissa's demeanour and mood seemed to change.

"Good," Draco said, "that should make things easier for you then." He sipped his tea again. Fossey popped in beside them before he could figure out what to say next.

"Master Harry," the elf said. "Miss April be awake."

Narcissa's calm mask faltered.

"Thank you," Harry told Fossey, getting to his feet. He looked over to Draco. "Shall I get them?"

"Please," Draco answered, smiling at his husband.

Ron followed quickly after Harry as he left the room. "What's she doing here?" he asked, wide-eyed. "I thought she was ... was ...."

"So did I," said Harry. "And Draco. Apparently, she's alive. Leakey woke us this morning and said she was here – just like that."

"Merlin."

"Tell me about it," said Harry, then wondered why he was walking and stopped. "You go let Hermione know," he said to Ron. "I'll get the kids."

Ron nodded, and they both Disapparated.

Harry could hear April's cries before he opened the door to her room.

"Dada!" she squealed when he entered.

"I know, I know," he said, crossing to get her out of her cot.

Valen was already out of his cot and playing with toys on the floor. Toys that should have been in the playroom instead. He smiled up at Harry.

Harry smiled back at him, shaking his head. He hefted April against his side, then patted his leg with his free hand. "Come on, son," he said. "Someone downstairs for you to meet."

Valen got to his feet. "April smells," he told his father, who had forgotten to change the baby's nappy.

Harry huffed. "Yes, thank you for the information," he said. He made a quick stop to change the nappy, which did smell rather awful, and then led both his children through their house and down to the sitting room.

Valen strode along beside Harry, looking up at him curiously. "Daddy worried," he said.

Harry raised his eyebrows as he stared down at the boy. "Nervous," he corrected. "A tad nervous. But don't you be worried, okay?"

"Okay," Valen said, squeezing Harry's hand as if to reassure his dad.

Harry smiled. Valen had the ability to try his patience in so many ways but then there were times like these caused Harry to go soft inside and forget the naughty moments.

The three finally reached the sitting room, April tugging on Harry's hair so that it was in even more of a state than when he'd left.

Draco looked up when his family came in the door. "Mother," he said softly. "Here are our children."

Narcissa looked hesitantly around, her eyes looking dangerously tearful again when she set sights on the two little people.

April ceased her pulling, staring at her grandmother with the same exact colour blue eyes as the blonde woman.

Valen released Harry's hand, looking at Narcissa curiously as he walked forward until he stood in front of her.

Narcissa's hands trembled, so she set her tea aside and stared at Valen with warm, soft eyes. "Hello," she said quietly, giving him a small smile and hurriedly wiping at her eye so that the tear didn't escape down her cheek.

Draco watched in wonder as his son held out a hand to Narcissa.

"I am Valen," the little boy said. "You are pretty."

Narcissa had to wipe her eye again before she took the little outstretched hand. "Thank you," she said with a small laugh, sniffling again. "You are very handsome."

Harry watched, astounded.

"Valen, this is your grandmother Narcissa, my mother," Draco said, his own eyes watering as well.

Valen looked between Draco and Narcissa but didn't look surprised by the statement. "Grandmother," he said, "will you eat breakfast here?"

Narcissa brought her other hand up to rest her fingers lightly beneath Valen's chin and leant forward as if the two were sharing a secret. "I would love to, ma petit," she said.

April patted Harry's face, still staring. "Down," she commanded in her little voice.

Harry kissed her forehead before placing her on the ground, following after her as she toddled up to her brother and grandmother.

Valen looked at his sister, and then smiled at Narcissa. "April," he said proudly.

"Well, you're just as pretty as your brother is handsome," Narcisssa said, close to whispering. She reached out a still-shaking hand to gently pet her hair.

"Pitty," April repeated happily.

Harry sat down on the arm of the couch next to his husband, watching, in increasing awe, how well April and Valen were taking meeting this woman. The affection that Narcissa felt for the grandchildren she was seeing for the first time was clearly evident in her face and in the tender touches she gave each child.

Draco reached up and took his husband's hand, leaning against him. This was beyond what he had dared to dream.

Everyone looked around when Ron entered back into the room, this time with Hermione. They both had obviously got hastily dressed judging from their clothes and hair.

Narcissa went a little stiff again, but then turned back to the children, smiling at them.

Hermione cleared her throat awkwardly and Narcissa sighed, turning once again.

"I ... don't know if you remember or know me," said Hermione. "But I'm very happy to see that you're doing okay. I know Draco has been worried."

"I know who you are," Narcissa acknowledged softly, glancing at Draco. "Thank you."

"I owe my life and my family's lives several times over to these two," Draco told his mother, wanting to get this clear immediately. "Without them, we would not have won the war."

Narcissa stared at Draco seriously, nodding to him, but not saying anything.

Hermione blushed and Ron shrugged. Harry gave them each the barest hint of a smile and a very slight shrug of his own. The fond feelings that Draco had for Ron and Hermione hadn't appeared overnight, in spite of how much they had always meant to Harry. Narcissa was older and more set in her ways than Harry and Draco had been when forced to confront their views and Harry knew that, for Draco's sake, they would need to be patient and hope that time would continue to heal old wounds.

Valen looked between the adults and then patted his grandmother's hand. "It's okay," he assured her, then tugged. "Come eat."

She smiled once more at Valen, allowing the little boy to tug her to her feet. April, not to be outdone, wobbled to take Narcissa's other hand.

Harry glanced down at his husband, giving him a small smile.

Draco marvelled as his children led their grandmother to the dining room. He stood and drew Harry into his arms. "Now I have everything," he whispered, "more than I could have wished for even."

Harry kissed him. "Everything is exactly what you deserve," he whispered back.

"Well, then it is good that I have you, my lion," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss him.