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Reassurance
Chapter Number/Total: 15/41
Chapter Title: Reassurance
Words: 3394 Words
Once outside the Great Hall, Draco grabbed his husband's hand and began dragging him up the stairs.
Harry frowned. "What are you doing?" he asked, following, but not as quickly as he could have.
"Are you still mine?" Draco asked.
Harry stared at Draco for a long moment, like he had been doing. He felt like he needed to think about every single thing that came out of his mouth, just to make sure it wasn't the wrong thing. "Of course, I am," he said finally.
"Then come with me," Draco answered.
Harry gave a few small nods after yet another moment and followed wherever Draco was going.
Draco led them up the stairs to the seventh floor.
As Draco had led him, Harry had known where they were going to end up before they got there. He stood, looking from the blank stretch of wall where the door was hiding, to the tapestry across from it with the ballet-dancing trolls.
Draco let go of Harry's hand and paced back and forth several times. When a door appeared he opened it and pulled Harry inside. It was set up with a bed, like it had been when they'd first made love.
Harry took in a quiet breath, holding it in as he just stared at the bed. He could remember every single second of their first times in here. Every single second of them. But was it supposed to fix them now? Now, when he knew something needed fixing but not what it was?
Draco frowned. He had actually imagined the sofa when he'd asked the room, but the room apparently had other ideas. He released Harry's hand and walked over to the fireplace, staring into the flames.
Harry stood where he was, still staring at the bed. He slowly turned his head to Draco. "Are you okay?" he asked him.
"No. No, I'm not," Draco said without turning.
Harry was almost surprised with himself when he didn't know what to say to that. He walked over to Draco automatically though, and pulled him against his own body.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and began crying. He hadn't known what to do when he got to the room. He just felt like he needed to be alone with Harry, and going back to where they'd started had 'felt right.'
Harry could have walked them over to the bed, but pulled Draco to the floor with him, holding his head against the place where his neck met his shoulders.
Draco sobbed against Harry's neck as he brought them to the floor. He needed his lion back.
"Shhhh," Harry hushed quietly, rocking with Draco from side to side. He stroked his hair, unsure why exactly Draco was crying and unsure what he himself was feeling. But he did know that he loved Draco, more than anything, and what hurt the most was that his husband was hurting.
"I wouldn't have, I swear it," Draco was murmuring into his lover's neck. "I need you, Harry."
"Shhh," Harry hushed again. "You wouldn't have what?" he whispered as he continued to rock Draco gently.
"Hurt you like that, said or did those things," Draco whispered.
Harry was silent for several seconds. "I know," he whispered finally. He knew that Draco wouldn't have said those things. But would he have thought them? Harry couldn't help wondering if everything Draco had said about him was true. Maybe all of it was and he didn't know it.
"We made it, we survived it," Draco said. "It's supposed to be better now. No more fear or pain. Right?"
"That's the way it's supposed to be," Harry agreed, closing his eyes as he held Draco tighter.
"Then why does it hurt?" Draco asked, clutching Harry tighter.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut so tight he shook to shut them tighter. "I don't know," he whispered. "But I don't want it to."
"I need you, Harry, I have always needed you," Draco said, lifting teary eyes to look at his husband.
Harry opened his eyes to look at Draco, bringing a hand up to slide it along the side of Draco's head and into his hair. "I need you," he told him. "I love you."
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, sighing at his touch.
"What do you want?" Harry asked very softly. "What do you want, Draco? I'll do anything for you. Anything you tell me. All you have to do it say it. That's it."
"Show me you love me," Draco whispered, blushing and looking down.
Harry leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Draco's, using it to lift his face so that he could kiss his flushed cheeks. He breathed against Draco's lips, just sitting like that on the floor with him before he brought their mouths together to kiss his husband slowly.
Draco trembled. After all this time, he still trembled at his lover's touch. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out to meet the other man's.
Harry didn't know when he'd begun to press forward, but Draco ended up on his back with Harry flush against him, petting his hair and face.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, hands caressing Harry through his clothing.
"I want you to tell me what I promised you, Draco," Harry whispered to him as he kissed his lips. "What did I promise I would do with the rest of my life?"
"Love me, grow old with me," Draco whispered back, kissing his husband's lips and chin.
"And I will never go back on that," Harry said firmly. "For as long as you want me, I will never go back on that."
"Always wanted you, always will," Draco answered, right hand cupping the back of Harry's head.
Harry brought their mouths together again. "And I've wanted you since you showed me you were what I needed. Merlin, Draco, do you have any idea where I'd be without you right now? Voldemort would have won. Our friends would be dead. I would be dead or worse. Draco, you saved my life as much as I saved yours. I wouldn't be anywhere without you. I would be nothing without you. I feel like nothing without you. I don't want you to think I would ever hurt you. I don't want you to think I would ever treat you as anything below my equal. I don't want you to ever think that." He left the word 'again' unsaid.
"Complementary opposites," Draco said, smiling as he stroked Harry's hair. "The lion and the dragon."
Harry brought his hand to the pendant laying inside his shirt. "The lion and the dragon," he agreed quietly. "I love you more than anything, Draco. My dragon. My life."
Draco tugged at Harry's tie, loosening it. "Only you make me feel this way," he said, looking into Harry's eyes.
"What way?" Harry whispered.
"Like anything is possible," Draco said. "Whole, desired, perfect. In your eyes, I am everything I want to be."
"That's the way I want you to feel," Harry said. "I want you to lean on me. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to feel like you can depend on me for anything."
"I do, I swear I do," Draco whispered fiercely.
Harry could hear in Draco's voice that he wasn't lying. He could see it in his eyes. "Please don't let anything ever make you think otherwise. There's nothing in the world that could change it. I'll always be here with you."
"I believe in you," Draco said, fervently, eyes watering again as he looked into his husband’s emerald ones.
Harry let out a shuddering breath. "That means more to me than you could possibly know," he said, holding Draco's face.
"I know," Draco whispered. "I know more about you Harry James Potter, than anyone else. I am part of you."
"And will always be," Harry whispered back. "I believe in you too, Draco."
"Show me," Draco said, needing the reassurance of more than words.
Harry kissed Draco yet again, pressing down against him as he clutched at his clothes.
Draco moaned into his lover's mouth, one leg wrapping around the back of Harry's as his hand gripped his hair.
Harry kissed Draco firmly. He could feel his husband's erection against him, and for some reason, it was reassuring. He stripped them both, not moving from Draco on the floor.
Draco gasped as Harry's magic flowed over him and then naked flesh pressed to him.
Harry slicked his fingers and brought them below as he kissed his husband, but then he tensed, hesitating and not pushing in.
"Please, Harry," Draco begged, spreading his legs wider.
Harry took a deep breath, nodding as he slid a single finger inside of Draco. He added another, after a moment, with the first.
"Yes, more," Draco encouraged, his hands running over Harry's body as if to touch every part of him.
Harry nodded again, pressing his face into Draco's neck as he prepared him, and then himself. "I love you," he whispered, sliding his erection against Draco as he grasped it to enter him.
"Yes, yes," Draco whispered, "oh, my lion, claim me, please."
Harry was already panting slightly as he breached Draco, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure and longing, and ... from the feeling of being where he was supposed to be.
"Yes, perfect," Draco gasped, legs wrapping around Harry's waist now.
Harry remained pressed inside Draco for much longer than he usually did, letting himself feel him. Draco's legs and arms around him made him feel exactly what he needed to feel. Like Draco thought of him as his protector, like Draco counted on him. He wanted to feel the responsibility of being that for someone. He did for Valen, but he wanted it from Draco, too.
"Yes, Harry," Draco encouraged, his own arousal pressed between their bodies and his husband's magic crackling over and inside him. "Oh, yes, I need you."
Harry moaned again as made his slight withdrawal, picking up a pace that was difficult to explain. He didn't know if he was going fast or slow, hard or gentle, but it was perfect, and maybe it was all of it. That's what he and Draco seemed to be. All of it.
Draco gasped and moved with every thrust, pulling himself up onto his husband's cock, hands pulling at his hair and sliding over his skin. "I want this, I want you," Draco whispered. "I was meant for you. It's what I felt then and what I feel now."
"Meant for you," Harry responded, moving with Draco rather than on him or anything else. "Merlin, fuck, yes," he whispered.
"Oh, bring us, love," Draco said, moaning. "I want your magic and your seed inside me."
Harry gasped, Draco's words alone sending him over the edge. He closed his eyes, crying out shortly as he came in quick bursts inside his husband.
Power, love and magic filled Draco and he cried out wordlessly as he spasmed around his lover's body.
Harry groaned as Draco tightened around his cock, sparks of intense pleasure making him twitch. He took in deep breaths, face still pressed to Draco's skin.
"Yes, perfect," Draco sighed, still holding Harry tightly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, feeling so much better than he had when he'd woken up that morning.
Draco relaxed, legs sliding down Harry's now and a crooked smile on his face.
Harry lifted his face to see Draco smiling like he was and it made his heart clench in a very not-painful way.
Draco looked at Harry then, smile on his face and his eyes soft. "I am yours and you are mine," Draco said, fingering the pendant around his husband's neck. "Never doubt it."
"Never," Harry whispered, rubbing their noses.
Draco lay under his husband, relaxed and happy. "Should we move off the floor?" he asked.
Harry brushed his lips against Draco's. "Sure," he said to him softly.
"Mmm," Draco responded to the soft caress, forgetting anything else.
Harry smiled, pressing his lips a little more to Draco's, kissing him. He didn't particularly feel like moving. He probably would have been able to do it with his magic, but he wished the floor was softer below them and the room did it for him.
Draco laughed when he felt the change in the floor. "As you wish, my love," he whispered. "I am content to be with you anywhere."
Harry let out a slow breath, lifting his head to stare at Draco. He gave him a barely-there smile, his eyes soft.
Draco reached up, running long fingers through Harry's hair. He knew they had important things to talk about but he didn't want to change the mood.
Harry knew the same thing Draco did, but also didn't want to bring it up. He considered, for the several minutes he lay touching and being touched by Draco, pretending like none of this had happened and they were just going about their business, but he knew that when they left the room that it wouldn't be a reality. It always seemed so with the Room of Requirement. "Draco," he whispered after yet another minute had gone by. He didn't know what to say, but he thought his meaning was evident in his tone.
"Yes, my love?" Draco said, shifting a bit.
Harry lifted his body but pulled Draco with him so that they were still close as they both sat up. "What now?" he asked, holding his husband's hand in his and staring at it as he moved his fingers and touched the skin.
"You love me forever?" Draco asked in a teasing voice and then sighed. "Where do we begin?"
Harry smiled. Sort of. "Yes, and, I don't know," he said.
Draco tried to pull himself together to focus. "I know we need to talk with our friends about the magical repercussions of what happened," he said.
"Hermione's just worried. And Ron. But I guess we can talk to them about that," Harry said quietly, still playing with Draco's hand.
"What happened ... well, it was an unusual reaction to the potion," Draco said. "It might teach us more about the nature of our binding. Information that could be used ..." he took a deep breath, "to modify it."
Harry looked up then. "Modify it?" he asked.
Draco didn't meet Harry's eyes, watching his lover's hand on his instead. "My father knew a way to end or transfer the concubine spell," he said.
Harry frowned. "But that way could have killed you," he said. "And we don't want to ... transfer it." His frown grew.
Draco nodded. "When he ... was dead, and we took over the Manor, I went through his desk, including his notes."
"What was there?" Harry asked slowly.
Draco flushed, his fingers entertaining Harry's. "It can be removed, with the blood and consent of both those involved," he whispered.
Harry stared at Draco. "You've known since we moved in?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes, hand tightening on Harry's. He nodded.
Harry pulled Draco forward so that he was practically in his lap. "I never meant to do what I did," he said quietly. "I never meant to take that much power over you. I never wanted that power over you. I did want you to be with me, but that night ... that night was ... intense. This has always been your decision, love. I will keep the binding if you want to. I will take it off if you want to."
Draco shuddered at being held so close and lovingly. "I know," he whispered. "But we complicated the binding when we added the second one after killing Father."
"What did that one do?" Harry asked. "I thought it meant we were married. Magically."
"Yes," Draco smiled, looking at Harry's face then. "What do you think that means?"
"What do I think what means?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"What do you think it means to be magically married, to be blood-bonded like that?" he asked.
Harry frowned again. "That we're ... equal? But that doesn't make sense, because the first binding gave me the power to compel you."
"Blood-binding means that our magic is connected," Draco said. "That we can do things together that someone not blood-bound isn't able to do," he said.
"It connected our magic only because of the first binding?" Harry asked.
"Partial connection with the first binding," Draco said. "But adding the marriage vow, you enabled me to respond to your magic at another level."
"So what does that mean?" Harry asked. "What would it mean for us if we were to take the first binding off?"
"I don't think we can remove one without removing both," Draco said, frowning. "They are layered magic. One sealed upon the other."
Harry's eyes widened. "But I don't want to take our marriage off," he said. "That could mess everything up. That could even mess up ... having another baby."
"Yes," Draco agreed, "now you understand part of why I didn't tell you."
"But then what do we do?" Harry asked, frowning.
"The only way I can think of would be to end the binding and then ... make a new one," Draco said.
Harry frowned again. "Make a new one?" he asked. "A new marriage binding?"
Draco nodded, eyes intent on Harry's. He didn't know why it frightened him but the idea of ending the binding terrified him.
Harry nodded. "And it would be the same as the first one?" he asked.
"The point is to choose what we promise this time," Draco said softly, then blushed. "And it would require all the elements, including a witness."
Harry flushed too. "We can do that," he said quietly, staring into Draco's face.
"Who?" Draco whispered, licking his lips and actually becoming aroused again at the idea of someone watching them.
"I don't know," Harry answered. He didn't know exactly how he would ask any of their friends, either.
"It's not like you haven't fucked me in front of people before," Draco teased him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he said, "but I've never asked either. Excuse me, good friend. Would you like to watch my husband and I fuck so that we can bind ourselves again?" He rolled his eyes. "That will be perfectly peachy."
Draco chuckled. "I think some of them rather enjoyed it last time," he said.
"I hardly think we need a crowd," Harry said, raising an eyebrow again. "And I still can't believe I did that."
Draco blushed, his body responding to the memory as well. "I can," he grinned. "You're a pervert, husband of mine."
Harry let out a small snort. "I guess," he said. "But so are you."
Draco waggled his eyebrows and pressed himself against Harry to show him how much it excited him. "Never any doubt about that," he purred.
Harry smiled, sliding his hands down to grasp the very start of Draco's arse. "I don't think taking the binding off would be so bad," he said. "It would mean I can tell you to fuck me without saying please."
Draco's eyes widened at the idea and he nodded. He scooted up so that Harry could better reach his arse. "I still want you to fuck me every day," he said.
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Harry said with a bit of a sly smile. "Will we still be able to fuck six times a day? You know, with the soreness and all."
"You are powerful, Harry," and Draco shivered as he said it, "I have no doubt that you will be able to keep healing us."
"And no more going cold," Harry said. "We won't have to worry about forgetting."
"I will worry if you forget," Draco whispered, beginning to rub himself against Harry's hip.
"Why?" Harry whispered back, gently kissing the edge of Draco's jaw.
"Because I want you," Draco said. "I still want you all the time." He punctuated this with kisses over his lover's face.
"You think I don't want you?" Harry asked, a little incredulous in tone. "Merlin, Draco, all you have to do is say the word to get me in your trousers."
Draco swallowed hard, so aroused now he was having trouble talking. "Word," he whispered with a smile.
Chapter Title: Reassurance
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Once outside the Great Hall, Draco grabbed his husband's hand and began dragging him up the stairs.
Harry frowned. "What are you doing?" he asked, following, but not as quickly as he could have.
"Are you still mine?" Draco asked.
Harry stared at Draco for a long moment, like he had been doing. He felt like he needed to think about every single thing that came out of his mouth, just to make sure it wasn't the wrong thing. "Of course, I am," he said finally.
"Then come with me," Draco answered.
Harry gave a few small nods after yet another moment and followed wherever Draco was going.
Draco led them up the stairs to the seventh floor.
As Draco had led him, Harry had known where they were going to end up before they got there. He stood, looking from the blank stretch of wall where the door was hiding, to the tapestry across from it with the ballet-dancing trolls.
Draco let go of Harry's hand and paced back and forth several times. When a door appeared he opened it and pulled Harry inside. It was set up with a bed, like it had been when they'd first made love.
Harry took in a quiet breath, holding it in as he just stared at the bed. He could remember every single second of their first times in here. Every single second of them. But was it supposed to fix them now? Now, when he knew something needed fixing but not what it was?
Draco frowned. He had actually imagined the sofa when he'd asked the room, but the room apparently had other ideas. He released Harry's hand and walked over to the fireplace, staring into the flames.
Harry stood where he was, still staring at the bed. He slowly turned his head to Draco. "Are you okay?" he asked him.
"No. No, I'm not," Draco said without turning.
Harry was almost surprised with himself when he didn't know what to say to that. He walked over to Draco automatically though, and pulled him against his own body.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and began crying. He hadn't known what to do when he got to the room. He just felt like he needed to be alone with Harry, and going back to where they'd started had 'felt right.'
Harry could have walked them over to the bed, but pulled Draco to the floor with him, holding his head against the place where his neck met his shoulders.
Draco sobbed against Harry's neck as he brought them to the floor. He needed his lion back.
"Shhhh," Harry hushed quietly, rocking with Draco from side to side. He stroked his hair, unsure why exactly Draco was crying and unsure what he himself was feeling. But he did know that he loved Draco, more than anything, and what hurt the most was that his husband was hurting.
"I wouldn't have, I swear it," Draco was murmuring into his lover's neck. "I need you, Harry."
"Shhh," Harry hushed again. "You wouldn't have what?" he whispered as he continued to rock Draco gently.
"Hurt you like that, said or did those things," Draco whispered.
Harry was silent for several seconds. "I know," he whispered finally. He knew that Draco wouldn't have said those things. But would he have thought them? Harry couldn't help wondering if everything Draco had said about him was true. Maybe all of it was and he didn't know it.
"We made it, we survived it," Draco said. "It's supposed to be better now. No more fear or pain. Right?"
"That's the way it's supposed to be," Harry agreed, closing his eyes as he held Draco tighter.
"Then why does it hurt?" Draco asked, clutching Harry tighter.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut so tight he shook to shut them tighter. "I don't know," he whispered. "But I don't want it to."
"I need you, Harry, I have always needed you," Draco said, lifting teary eyes to look at his husband.
Harry opened his eyes to look at Draco, bringing a hand up to slide it along the side of Draco's head and into his hair. "I need you," he told him. "I love you."
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, sighing at his touch.
"What do you want?" Harry asked very softly. "What do you want, Draco? I'll do anything for you. Anything you tell me. All you have to do it say it. That's it."
"Show me you love me," Draco whispered, blushing and looking down.
Harry leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Draco's, using it to lift his face so that he could kiss his flushed cheeks. He breathed against Draco's lips, just sitting like that on the floor with him before he brought their mouths together to kiss his husband slowly.
Draco trembled. After all this time, he still trembled at his lover's touch. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out to meet the other man's.
Harry didn't know when he'd begun to press forward, but Draco ended up on his back with Harry flush against him, petting his hair and face.
"Yes, please," Draco begged, hands caressing Harry through his clothing.
"I want you to tell me what I promised you, Draco," Harry whispered to him as he kissed his lips. "What did I promise I would do with the rest of my life?"
"Love me, grow old with me," Draco whispered back, kissing his husband's lips and chin.
"And I will never go back on that," Harry said firmly. "For as long as you want me, I will never go back on that."
"Always wanted you, always will," Draco answered, right hand cupping the back of Harry's head.
Harry brought their mouths together again. "And I've wanted you since you showed me you were what I needed. Merlin, Draco, do you have any idea where I'd be without you right now? Voldemort would have won. Our friends would be dead. I would be dead or worse. Draco, you saved my life as much as I saved yours. I wouldn't be anywhere without you. I would be nothing without you. I feel like nothing without you. I don't want you to think I would ever hurt you. I don't want you to think I would ever treat you as anything below my equal. I don't want you to ever think that." He left the word 'again' unsaid.
"Complementary opposites," Draco said, smiling as he stroked Harry's hair. "The lion and the dragon."
Harry brought his hand to the pendant laying inside his shirt. "The lion and the dragon," he agreed quietly. "I love you more than anything, Draco. My dragon. My life."
Draco tugged at Harry's tie, loosening it. "Only you make me feel this way," he said, looking into Harry's eyes.
"What way?" Harry whispered.
"Like anything is possible," Draco said. "Whole, desired, perfect. In your eyes, I am everything I want to be."
"That's the way I want you to feel," Harry said. "I want you to lean on me. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to feel like you can depend on me for anything."
"I do, I swear I do," Draco whispered fiercely.
Harry could hear in Draco's voice that he wasn't lying. He could see it in his eyes. "Please don't let anything ever make you think otherwise. There's nothing in the world that could change it. I'll always be here with you."
"I believe in you," Draco said, fervently, eyes watering again as he looked into his husband’s emerald ones.
Harry let out a shuddering breath. "That means more to me than you could possibly know," he said, holding Draco's face.
"I know," Draco whispered. "I know more about you Harry James Potter, than anyone else. I am part of you."
"And will always be," Harry whispered back. "I believe in you too, Draco."
"Show me," Draco said, needing the reassurance of more than words.
Harry kissed Draco yet again, pressing down against him as he clutched at his clothes.
Draco moaned into his lover's mouth, one leg wrapping around the back of Harry's as his hand gripped his hair.
Harry kissed Draco firmly. He could feel his husband's erection against him, and for some reason, it was reassuring. He stripped them both, not moving from Draco on the floor.
Draco gasped as Harry's magic flowed over him and then naked flesh pressed to him.
Harry slicked his fingers and brought them below as he kissed his husband, but then he tensed, hesitating and not pushing in.
"Please, Harry," Draco begged, spreading his legs wider.
Harry took a deep breath, nodding as he slid a single finger inside of Draco. He added another, after a moment, with the first.
"Yes, more," Draco encouraged, his hands running over Harry's body as if to touch every part of him.
Harry nodded again, pressing his face into Draco's neck as he prepared him, and then himself. "I love you," he whispered, sliding his erection against Draco as he grasped it to enter him.
"Yes, yes," Draco whispered, "oh, my lion, claim me, please."
Harry was already panting slightly as he breached Draco, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure and longing, and ... from the feeling of being where he was supposed to be.
"Yes, perfect," Draco gasped, legs wrapping around Harry's waist now.
Harry remained pressed inside Draco for much longer than he usually did, letting himself feel him. Draco's legs and arms around him made him feel exactly what he needed to feel. Like Draco thought of him as his protector, like Draco counted on him. He wanted to feel the responsibility of being that for someone. He did for Valen, but he wanted it from Draco, too.
"Yes, Harry," Draco encouraged, his own arousal pressed between their bodies and his husband's magic crackling over and inside him. "Oh, yes, I need you."
Harry moaned again as made his slight withdrawal, picking up a pace that was difficult to explain. He didn't know if he was going fast or slow, hard or gentle, but it was perfect, and maybe it was all of it. That's what he and Draco seemed to be. All of it.
Draco gasped and moved with every thrust, pulling himself up onto his husband's cock, hands pulling at his hair and sliding over his skin. "I want this, I want you," Draco whispered. "I was meant for you. It's what I felt then and what I feel now."
"Meant for you," Harry responded, moving with Draco rather than on him or anything else. "Merlin, fuck, yes," he whispered.
"Oh, bring us, love," Draco said, moaning. "I want your magic and your seed inside me."
Harry gasped, Draco's words alone sending him over the edge. He closed his eyes, crying out shortly as he came in quick bursts inside his husband.
Power, love and magic filled Draco and he cried out wordlessly as he spasmed around his lover's body.
Harry groaned as Draco tightened around his cock, sparks of intense pleasure making him twitch. He took in deep breaths, face still pressed to Draco's skin.
"Yes, perfect," Draco sighed, still holding Harry tightly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, feeling so much better than he had when he'd woken up that morning.
Draco relaxed, legs sliding down Harry's now and a crooked smile on his face.
Harry lifted his face to see Draco smiling like he was and it made his heart clench in a very not-painful way.
Draco looked at Harry then, smile on his face and his eyes soft. "I am yours and you are mine," Draco said, fingering the pendant around his husband's neck. "Never doubt it."
"Never," Harry whispered, rubbing their noses.
Draco lay under his husband, relaxed and happy. "Should we move off the floor?" he asked.
Harry brushed his lips against Draco's. "Sure," he said to him softly.
"Mmm," Draco responded to the soft caress, forgetting anything else.
Harry smiled, pressing his lips a little more to Draco's, kissing him. He didn't particularly feel like moving. He probably would have been able to do it with his magic, but he wished the floor was softer below them and the room did it for him.
Draco laughed when he felt the change in the floor. "As you wish, my love," he whispered. "I am content to be with you anywhere."
Harry let out a slow breath, lifting his head to stare at Draco. He gave him a barely-there smile, his eyes soft.
Draco reached up, running long fingers through Harry's hair. He knew they had important things to talk about but he didn't want to change the mood.
Harry knew the same thing Draco did, but also didn't want to bring it up. He considered, for the several minutes he lay touching and being touched by Draco, pretending like none of this had happened and they were just going about their business, but he knew that when they left the room that it wouldn't be a reality. It always seemed so with the Room of Requirement. "Draco," he whispered after yet another minute had gone by. He didn't know what to say, but he thought his meaning was evident in his tone.
"Yes, my love?" Draco said, shifting a bit.
Harry lifted his body but pulled Draco with him so that they were still close as they both sat up. "What now?" he asked, holding his husband's hand in his and staring at it as he moved his fingers and touched the skin.
"You love me forever?" Draco asked in a teasing voice and then sighed. "Where do we begin?"
Harry smiled. Sort of. "Yes, and, I don't know," he said.
Draco tried to pull himself together to focus. "I know we need to talk with our friends about the magical repercussions of what happened," he said.
"Hermione's just worried. And Ron. But I guess we can talk to them about that," Harry said quietly, still playing with Draco's hand.
"What happened ... well, it was an unusual reaction to the potion," Draco said. "It might teach us more about the nature of our binding. Information that could be used ..." he took a deep breath, "to modify it."
Harry looked up then. "Modify it?" he asked.
Draco didn't meet Harry's eyes, watching his lover's hand on his instead. "My father knew a way to end or transfer the concubine spell," he said.
Harry frowned. "But that way could have killed you," he said. "And we don't want to ... transfer it." His frown grew.
Draco nodded. "When he ... was dead, and we took over the Manor, I went through his desk, including his notes."
"What was there?" Harry asked slowly.
Draco flushed, his fingers entertaining Harry's. "It can be removed, with the blood and consent of both those involved," he whispered.
Harry stared at Draco. "You've known since we moved in?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes, hand tightening on Harry's. He nodded.
Harry pulled Draco forward so that he was practically in his lap. "I never meant to do what I did," he said quietly. "I never meant to take that much power over you. I never wanted that power over you. I did want you to be with me, but that night ... that night was ... intense. This has always been your decision, love. I will keep the binding if you want to. I will take it off if you want to."
Draco shuddered at being held so close and lovingly. "I know," he whispered. "But we complicated the binding when we added the second one after killing Father."
"What did that one do?" Harry asked. "I thought it meant we were married. Magically."
"Yes," Draco smiled, looking at Harry's face then. "What do you think that means?"
"What do I think what means?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"What do you think it means to be magically married, to be blood-bonded like that?" he asked.
Harry frowned again. "That we're ... equal? But that doesn't make sense, because the first binding gave me the power to compel you."
"Blood-binding means that our magic is connected," Draco said. "That we can do things together that someone not blood-bound isn't able to do," he said.
"It connected our magic only because of the first binding?" Harry asked.
"Partial connection with the first binding," Draco said. "But adding the marriage vow, you enabled me to respond to your magic at another level."
"So what does that mean?" Harry asked. "What would it mean for us if we were to take the first binding off?"
"I don't think we can remove one without removing both," Draco said, frowning. "They are layered magic. One sealed upon the other."
Harry's eyes widened. "But I don't want to take our marriage off," he said. "That could mess everything up. That could even mess up ... having another baby."
"Yes," Draco agreed, "now you understand part of why I didn't tell you."
"But then what do we do?" Harry asked, frowning.
"The only way I can think of would be to end the binding and then ... make a new one," Draco said.
Harry frowned again. "Make a new one?" he asked. "A new marriage binding?"
Draco nodded, eyes intent on Harry's. He didn't know why it frightened him but the idea of ending the binding terrified him.
Harry nodded. "And it would be the same as the first one?" he asked.
"The point is to choose what we promise this time," Draco said softly, then blushed. "And it would require all the elements, including a witness."
Harry flushed too. "We can do that," he said quietly, staring into Draco's face.
"Who?" Draco whispered, licking his lips and actually becoming aroused again at the idea of someone watching them.
"I don't know," Harry answered. He didn't know exactly how he would ask any of their friends, either.
"It's not like you haven't fucked me in front of people before," Draco teased him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he said, "but I've never asked either. Excuse me, good friend. Would you like to watch my husband and I fuck so that we can bind ourselves again?" He rolled his eyes. "That will be perfectly peachy."
Draco chuckled. "I think some of them rather enjoyed it last time," he said.
"I hardly think we need a crowd," Harry said, raising an eyebrow again. "And I still can't believe I did that."
Draco blushed, his body responding to the memory as well. "I can," he grinned. "You're a pervert, husband of mine."
Harry let out a small snort. "I guess," he said. "But so are you."
Draco waggled his eyebrows and pressed himself against Harry to show him how much it excited him. "Never any doubt about that," he purred.
Harry smiled, sliding his hands down to grasp the very start of Draco's arse. "I don't think taking the binding off would be so bad," he said. "It would mean I can tell you to fuck me without saying please."
Draco's eyes widened at the idea and he nodded. He scooted up so that Harry could better reach his arse. "I still want you to fuck me every day," he said.
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Harry said with a bit of a sly smile. "Will we still be able to fuck six times a day? You know, with the soreness and all."
"You are powerful, Harry," and Draco shivered as he said it, "I have no doubt that you will be able to keep healing us."
"And no more going cold," Harry said. "We won't have to worry about forgetting."
"I will worry if you forget," Draco whispered, beginning to rub himself against Harry's hip.
"Why?" Harry whispered back, gently kissing the edge of Draco's jaw.
"Because I want you," Draco said. "I still want you all the time." He punctuated this with kisses over his lover's face.
"You think I don't want you?" Harry asked, a little incredulous in tone. "Merlin, Draco, all you have to do is say the word to get me in your trousers."
Draco swallowed hard, so aroused now he was having trouble talking. "Word," he whispered with a smile.