HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Chapter Sixteen


Harry was the first to wake. He was reluctant to leave the warm covers, not to mention the warm naked body of his lover. He hastily dressed, then went outside. As always, the freshness of the open country made him feel thankful for everything he had, feeling especially good knowing Draco would be here for him. He smiled to himself as he checked the mares, stroking their foreheads as he came near. He looked around him, seeing Dante’s prints around not just one mare, but both. As he brushed the mares, he did a wandless spell, and was surprised to see that both mares were pregnant. He reached up and grasped one of the mare’s manes and pulled himself up onto her back to see if the added weight bothered her. Nothing happened. He did the same for the other. Both of them were okay. He wanted to be sure, as he knew from his research, that once impregnated by a negrasus, the mare’s body immediately tries to adjust to the magic that is inside her.

When he came to the camp, he saw that Remus was up and preparing breakfast.

“Mare’s are okay?” Remus asked.

“Hm, hm,” Harry hummed, a permanent smile etched on his face. “We’ll head out after breakfast. Take it easy on the way back,” he added.

“Hey, love,” Draco greeted from behind, leaning down to kiss the side of Harry’s neck. “So was studly successful?” He smirked.

“Yes,” Harry grinned, then greeted Severus when he came out, their belongings packed and floating behind him. “Very successful,” Harry added. “I’d like to not rush the mares home. They seem to take my weight okay, but if you,” he looked at Remus and Draco, “feel them panting or if they become too skittish, we’ll rest them.”

“Mares?” Severus asked, picking up on Harry’s pluralizing.

“Yes, studly struck twice. Both mares are now pregnant,” Harry grinned, slowly sipping on his coffee.


After a short while, after eating, packing, and cleaning the area they had camped in, they were on their way to the lake to follow it to the magical barrier of the canyon. Just before they were to turn from the lake, Harry glanced across to see Dante observing them. Harry respectively bowed his head to the beast, who in turn bowed his head back.

The ride through the barrier and through the canyon was done in companionable silence. Harry led them up the incline again, looking back to make sure the others were doing okay. At the top, they rested the horses for a short while, then rode on until dusk. They went to bed early and woke up early, all eager to get back to the ranch.


The mares handled the ride fine, much to the relief of Harry. Hopefully, the full pregnancy would be smooth. When they entered the yard of the ranch, the school bus was dropping off C.J. and Michael.

“Daddy! Did you see him? Was the place there? Was there dragons there?” C.J. cried out as he ran towards the other horses. Harry stopped Nix and reached down to pull his son up in front of him.

“What? No missed you? No love you?” Harry teased, as Nix slowly walked to the barn behind the others.

“Oh – love you, Daddy. Missed you like crazy, and did you see him?” C.J. rushed.

“I missed you, too, Colby. And yes, we saw him. His name is Dante and he’s black and magnificent,” Harry replied, sliding off the side of the horse.

“How do you know his name? Did you make up a name for him?” Colby asked, reaching down for Harry to take him down from the horse.

“Long story, which I’ll talk about after supper,” Harry smiled, then reached in his bag to draw something out. “Got you something,” he added, smiling at his son who was trying to pry his fingers loose from his fist.

“Turns out there was a dragon,” Harry grinned, opening his hand. “Found it in his cave. Must have lost it when he was younger.” He held up the dragon claw. “There were also hatched eggs in the cave.”

“Did you see it?” Colby asked, reverently taking the claw to look at it closer.

“Yes, he was a big red Western Dragon. We took pictures for you guys to see,” Draco said, coming forward.

“Can I see?” Colby asked excitedly.

Harry saw the expectant faces of Colby, and also Michael. “After supper, I’ll connect the camera to the computer so you two can see. I can spell the monitor bigger so we can all see them easier. Now go tell Dory that we’re back while we brush down the horses,” he said, smiling when Colby rushed to the main house.


Doreen had them all come up to the main house where the house smelled of roast beef and apple pie. Harry, Draco, Severus, and Remus took turns telling the boys, Doreen, and Keith about their trip.

“So he did it?” Doreen asked, watching as Michael plugged in the camera to the computer.

“Yes, to both mares,” Harry grinned. “I’ll need to get Silas’s journal from the vault to see if there’s anything that I should know.”

“Silas?” Keith asked.

“Turns out Harry is a descendant of one of the Hogwarts founder’s family,” Remus smirked. “A Slytherin to boot.”

“So the Parseltongue really is inherited,” Doreen said.

“This goes no further than this room, guys,” Harry said, looking at the elder wizards and witch. “It would bring Harry Potter into the open again. I like where he is now.”

They all nodded in agreement then went out to the study when C.J. came running to get them. Harry sat at the keyboard after enlarging the monitor while the others sat on the enlarged chairs. Colby climbed onto Draco’s lap and couldn’t seem to sit still, asking continuous questions on the pictures that were shown.

“Are those pixies?” Michael asked, as the picture by the lake came up.

“The dragon! He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Colby excitedly shouted.

“Oh my,” Doreen said, when another picture appeared. She looked at Harry and Draco whose faces were flushed pink.

“You were kissing Daddy?” Colby quietly asked, turning to face Draco more.

“Yes, do you mind if I was kissing him?” Draco softly asked, hearing Severus explain the next picture to Michael.

“You love Daddy?” Colby asked, glancing to the picture, then back at Draco.

“Yes, very much,” Draco smiled.

Colby wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. “He loves you, too,” was whispered by Draco’s ear. “You gonna marry Daddy?”

“Think he’ll have me?” Draco smiled.

“Yes. What about me? Will you love me too?”

“Yes, I already care very much for you, C.J.,” Draco replied, hugging Colby close.

Harry heard the whispered words between Draco and Colby and smiled to himself as he clicked to the next picture on the computer.


As the last picture faded away about an hour later, the boys could be seen trying to hide their yawns behind their hands. Harry got up and picked Colby up in his arms. “We’ll head back to our place, Doreen. Thanks for supper. Delicious as always,” he grinned.

“Anytime, Haze,” Doreen grinned, also tugging on Michael’s hand to get him off the couch.

Colby wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and tiredly laid his head on his shoulder. Harry reached his one hand out to Draco. “You drive?” He asked, the unspoken question of him staying not asked.

“Yeah,” Draco replied, smiling as he leaned in to give a brief kiss to Harry’s mouth, hearing a soft murmur from Colby.


Draco spent that night and the following few more, lying snuggled close to Harry’s side in the king-size bed. Each night after Harry tucked Colby in, the two of them basked in the other’s affections, knowing that Draco would have to leave for a short time to finish his remaining time at the Ministry. Draco came very close to telling Harry of his possible new career at the school, but he wanted to find out if he actually passed the exams first.


The night before Draco was to leave, he was the one to tuck Colby into bed, reassuring him he would be back before he knew it. Once Colby gave up, and finally succumbed to sleep, Draco went to the bedroom to see his robe laid out on the bed with a note lain on top.

I’ll be waiting in the hot tub, Love

Simple, but to the point. Draco stripped his clothes off and slipped the robe on, belting it loosely as he made his way to the kitchen and through the back door. He silently stepped onto the wooden stairs to the hot tub, his breath held as he took in the sight of Harry’s upper body above the water, the arms outstretched on the edge, with his head laid back.

“Can anyone join this private party?” Draco asked, slowly un-belting his robe.

“Just you,” Harry smiled, wading to the other side, looking up as the body he never would forget revealed itself. He reached out with both hands, wetly gliding them up Draco’s legs.

“Warm,” Draco softly said, as the wet hands pulled him closer to the edge. He met the hooded eyes below him, and felt his cock harden even more at the sight of Harry’s tongue licking his lips, so close to his cock. He stepped into the overly warm water, then had to hold onto the ledge as another warm wet heat surrounded his cock. “Fuck, Harry,” He moaned, sliding his fingers through Harry’s hair to bring him closer.

Harry moaned around the length, swirling his tongue around the head, savoring Draco’s taste and the needy moans coming from him. He moved forward as Draco leaned his arse on the hot tub ledge, taking him deeper into his mouth when Draco began to meet his downwards plunge with slow and steady thrusts. He felt the muscled thighs spread, then slid his hand lower while Draco hooked his leg over his shoulder. His hands kneaded Draco’s one arse cheek, his thumb pressing into an already lubricated hole.

“More,” Draco moaned, pushing down on Harry’s thumb as he thrust up into his mouth a few more times.

Harry swallowed around the head of Draco’s cock as he slid his thumb out, to replace it with two fingers. He drew back when he felt Draco’s hand in his hair pull pack. He wrapped his one arm around Draco’s back as he continued the slow sliding in and out into his hole. He began to kiss, lick, and nibble his way up Draco’s upper body, starting at his hip, stopping to tease his navel which quivered beneath his lips.

Draco held back his release, the fingers inside of him about breaking him. His eyes never left Harry as he tasted and teased his body. His fingers grasped the back of Harry’s head as he felt a third finger slip inside, then teeth scraping against the ringed nipple.

“Harry, please, I need, oh gods,” Draco moaned when Harry thrust his fingers deep, hitting his prostate. “Need, you, now,” he panted.

Harry stood at the edge, slowly slipping his fingers out before positioning the head of his cock at Draco’s entrance. He pushed forward, the tight heat lovingly gripping his cock as he inched his way inside of Draco. His gaze locked with Draco’s, the heat mirrored in their eyes. He began a steady, slow rhythm of thrusting shallowly a few times, then a sudden deep thrust, his eyes on Draco’s mouth as the blond nibbled on his lower lip with his own teeth.

Draco skimmed his hand up Harry’s chest to slide around to the back of his neck, bringing those tempting lips closer. He couldn’t hold back the moan as Harry’s body slid against his. The kiss turned from slow and sensual, to hot and frenzied.

Harry thrust deep and ground down as his hands slid down to Draco’s arse, cupping him closer as he backed up, Draco holding onto his shoulders. The back of his knee hit the ledge in the water. He slowly lowered himself back onto the ledge. He threw his head back and held on tight to Draco’s hips as Draco impaled himself to the hilt.

Draco leaned his upper body close to Harry’s, his hands gripping the edge of the tub as his body took over. He rode Harry faster and deeper, arching his neck back when Harry began to nibble on the side of his neck. He felt Harry’s hand wrap around his cock at the same time a finger slid inside of him alongside the hard shaft.

“Cum for me, Dray – I can’t, mmmm, hold back – anymore,” Harry panted.

Draco slipped his hand in the water between them, his fingers joining Harry’s as they squeezed and pulled his cock. His mouth claimed Harry’s, their moans muffled as Draco’s inner channel pulsed around Harry’s cock, his cum cupped in Harry’s palm, Harry’s essence deep inside of him.

Harry broke away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against Draco’s chin. “I’m going to miss you, Dray,” he breathlessly said.

“Miss you, too,” Draco softly replied, kissing Harry’s forehead as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s upper back.

The two of them sat a few more moments, just holding each other as their breathing became less labored. Draco raised himself slowly, allowing Harry’s softened member to slip free. Fluidly, Draco glided through the water to sit across from Harry. Harry moved forward, not wanting to be apart and settled himself between Draco’s legs, his back to the blond’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder.

After they were sufficiently wrinkled from being in the hot tub too long, they lethargically climbed out to put on their robes. A quick shower later, with heated kisses, and wandering hands, they went to Harry’s bed. Draco’s lips hardly left Harry’s as he backed the black-haired cowboy up against the bed. Harry complied, situating himself against the headboard and smiling against Draco’s mouth as he pulled the blond down on top of him.

Draco sat up, straddling Harry’s thighs, giving a slight thrust of his hips, moaning when his cock shifted against Harry’s. Harry tried to pull him down again, but Draco shook his head, took Harry’s hands in his, then leaned forward, guiding them underneath Harry’s head.

“I want to make love to you, feel your skin beneath my fingers, feel you tremble beneath my lips as I taste you,” Draco huskily said, looking into Harry’s eyes. “I want to show you how much I love you, Harry,” he added, leaning forwards to trace Harry’s lips with his tongue.

Harry eagerly opened his mouth, his tongue reaching for Draco’s. His body tingled with anticipation, his heart beat faster at the softly spoken promise. His fingers clenched the underside of his pillow as Draco’s warm body slid over his, the addicting kisses slowly trailing across his jaw to his ear.

Draco shifted lower over Harry’s body, his lower body cradled between Harry’s open legs. He felt Harry’s calves skim over the back of his legs, pressing him closer as he nibbled his way down the arched neck. His hands glided over tense muscles in Harry’s arms, then down to his chest.

Harry held his breath until fingers trailed across his nipple. He let it out heavily as the fingers pinched, teeth biting and sucking the joint between neck and shoulder. His body began to writhe beneath Draco’s, wanting more skin to skin contact. He used all his will power to keep his hands still, but when warm breath ghosted over a nipple, then wet lips surrounded it, he brought his hands out to tangle his fingers into soft blonde hair. “Please, Dray,” he pleaded.

Draco loved the breathy moans, the way he could make Harry’s self control break with the right kiss, the right touch. He reached with his one hand to link his fingers with Harry’s as his mouth left the peaked, reddened nipple to move to the other. His other hand glided down Harry’s side to his hip, then back up again, holding him still as he wetly nibbled his way down the center of Harry’s stomach. His tongue circled Harry’s navel, swirling around edge until he dipped in.

Harry’s back arched into Draco’s touch, his stomach muscles quivering beneath that talented tongue, wanting it lower. He felt Draco shift down even more between his legs, then his knees were raised and spread more.

Draco guided their linked hands to Harry’s leaking cock, wrapping Harry’s fingers around it. “Slowly,” he hoarsely said using his hand to press against the back of one of Harry’s thighs. He leaned forward, swirling his tongue around the smooth but drawn ball sacs, nibbling and sucking until they were dripping with spit. His tongue teased lower, a long brush of his tongue against the puckered hole.

“Dray – yesss,” Harry panted, using his free hand to hold his leg to his chest. His hand gripped the base of his cock, his fingers lifting his slick ball sacs in silent invitation.

Draco brushed his tongue up and down the crease, pressing a bit harder over the hole. He drew back a bit, then suddenly delved his tongue inside the tight hole. He held onto Harry’s hips as he thrust his tongue in over and over again, his hips grinding onto the mattress to match thrust for thrust. He looked up to see Harry stroking his cock in time with his tongue. He pushed in further, seeing green eyes watching him. He felt the ball sacs tighten against his face, then quickly withdrew to engulf Harry’s cock in his mouth, thrusting a finger deep inside the slick opening of Harry’s arse.

Harry bucked his hips up, crying out Draco’s name as his orgasm flowed through him. His fingers tangled in Draco’s hair, keeping him in place as his cum coated the back of the blond’s throat.

Draco drew back, placing a wet kiss to the reddened tip, then whispered a lubrication spell. He smirked against Harry’s hip when he felt fingers tugging on his hair. The smile was soon smothered as Harry reached up to claim his lips in a heated kiss. He took what was given, then drew back, teasing Harry’s lip with his tongue and lips. He felt one of Harry’s hands leave his side, then slick fingers slide over his aching cock.

“Now, Dray, I need you,” Harry huskily said. “I’m ready.”

Draco reached between them while bracing himself on one elbow. He positioned the head of his cock at the lubricated hole, nudging the head in. “Fuck, so tight,” he hissed. His hand slid over Harry’s stomach to his back, gripping the tensing flesh of Harry’s arse. He bent down to nuzzle against the heated skin when Harry bucked up, taking him deeper inside.

“Love you,” Draco whispered, pulling back to look into Harry’s eyes. “So much,” he added, before kissing Harry’s swollen kissed lips.

Harry reached up, stroking his fingers over Draco’s cheek. “Love you too, Dray,” he softly replied, his warm breath mingling with Draco’s.

Draco began to ghost his lips over Harry’s face, neck, and shoulders as he thrust his hips forward slowly, but deeply. He felt, and heard, each hitch of Harry’s breathing as he buried himself deep. He raised his upper body, bracing himself on his hands as he quickened his thrusts. He wanted to remember Harry’s face in the throes of passion, to watch him fall over the edge as he came, while he was a part of him.

Draco felt callused fingers clutch his hips, urging him for more. He slammed in, over and over again, grinding down when fully sheathed. He felt his cock gripped tight and couldn’t hold back as he joined Harry in his orgasm.

Harry reached up to Draco’s neck, pulling him down as his legs slid down his hips to his thighs. He let out a low groan as he felt Draco’s softened cock slip out of him. He shifted to his side, following Draco as he lay beside him. He whispered a cleansing spell on them both, then snuggled against him. “When do you have to go back?” He quietly asked.

“Tomorrow afternoon, I’m expected at the Ministry. The officials from Austria are coming for a meeting and they want to deal with me. I’ll then need to brief the new guy, pack my things at my place in London, then I can come back to you and C.J.”

“Just a couple of weeks, right?” Harry asked.

“Three at the most I’d think,” Draco smiled, turning to lie on his back, pulling Harry to his side. He leaned in to kiss Harry’s upturned lips. “I’ll try to get back as soon I can.”

“Dray?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you found me,” Harry softly said.

“I’m glad too. No more running, Harry. I’m not about to let you go now,” Draco said. “Even if I have to tie you down to this bed to keep you here.”

“Promise?” Harry smirked, meeting Draco’s gaze.

“Hmm, you – tied up – hard for me. It’s got merit. But not tonight,” Draco grinned.

“I’ll have the rope ready,” Harry tiredly smiled, pulling the covers over their cooling bodies. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Draco quietly replied, tightening his arm around Harry’s back. The two of them held each other, afraid to let go as they succumbed to sleep. The following day creeping up on them as they slept.

tbc

Note: I would like to thank the few that responded to the beta request. I had responded to the first one and she has beta'd most of the other fic already, except the epilogue, which I have not completed yet. I got a lot better response requesting at the end of this story. Will have to keep that in mind instead of posting in the actual beta section.