Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Ron and Hermione were the last to enter, as they had been having more photos taken, and everyone in the room whooped and clapped as they came through the doors. There was more talking and laughing before everyone moved to take their seats, Harry and Draco situated themselves with the wedding party at the table that was slightly raised above the rest. Draco had managed to get Valen to sit in his high chair and had given him some mashed potatoes to eat. The child quickly began to make his usual mess of them but at least he wasn't trying to climb out of the chair anymore.

The drinks were brought out by the hired staff and then Harry was passed a microphone that had been charmed by Mr Weasley for the Muggles' sake. Harry looked at the mic for a few seconds and then gave Mr Weasley an approving nod, which the man seemed excited about.

Harry was amused to find that Mr Weasley had even charmed the thing to make the noises that microphones made as he picked it up and it squealed loudly. Mr Weasley was practically bouncing in his seat at that and was whispering loudly, "It worked, Molly!"

Most of the wizarding side was looking confused as they wiggled fingers in their ears, but the Muggles didn't bat an eye. April didn't wake and Harry was extremely glad that he had thought to place a Silencing Charm around the cot they had set up for her.

"Well," Harry began as he stood, having to settle the squeaking mic with wandless magic, "I suppose I'm getting rather good at speeches, yeah?" There were a few titters from the tables below, mostly from the wizarding side. Harry smiled as he continued, "It's been eight years that I've had these two as best friends. We've been through it all, and when I say that, I really mean it. I don't think I'd be here without them. As their friend all through school, I can say I pretty much know all that it took for them to get here, and let me just say, bless Hermione's patience." There were a few more laughs and Harry chuckled as Ron looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, though he was smiling as well. "Honestly," Harry went on, "I don't think neither Ron or Hermione could've found better people to fall in love with. I know that they've loved each other for longer than they've even admitted it. You've both done more for me then you could ever know. You're still my friends after all this time and after all that's gone on, and it wasn't easy. I know that. I've seen them endure so much, and I've seen them strive and survive the hardest things. This'll be a cinch for them. So here's to you two and your long, happy lives together, because we all have to see what it'll be like when you're really an old married couple." He chuckled again as he raised his glass to them.

Draco raised his drink, smirking as he sipped his champagne. Then all attention turned to the Maid of Honour for her toast.

Harry passed the microphone to Ginny, taking his seat as she stood. She examined the thing in her hand for a moment, looking at it amusedly, then turned to face the room. "Hard to follow Harry Potter," she said with a grin at him. "But I suppose I'll take a shot at it anyway." She held the microphone a bit more away from her mouth. "You may have been the best mate," she said to Harry, "but I'm the sister of the groom. And I think all us Weasleys can agree that we've probably heard more about Hermione than anybody else."

"Isn't that the truth," said Fred loudly, and Ginny laughed.

"So, we all know how smitten our dear Ronald is," Ginny continued, grinning at Ron's reddening ears, "but I've heard a lot about Ron from Hermione as well. Mostly complaints about how utterly clueless Ron was for the larger part of eight years, but she talked about him all the same. It's been a long road to marriage, and I can't believe it's finally happened, but I'm not surprised by it. I think we all knew all along that it was only a matter of time. You're both brilliant and I love you and I couldn't be more happy to finally welcome Hermione into our family. Here's to Ron and Hermione." She smiled again as she drank from her glass.

Draco sipped as well, his smirk turned to a grin at the descriptions and he smiled at his friends who also seemed to be blushing. Now other guests began to make toasts. After a couple others, Draco stood up and waited while they passed the microphone to him.

"I am Draco Malfoy, Harry's husband," he said by way of introduction. "I've known these two as long as he has but for the first six years we mostly traded insults, and even a few blows." Hermione blushed at that. "I have to say, as my enemies, they were formidable. As my friends, they are invaluable. But most of all, they are family."

Ron and Hermione both smiled at Draco and Harry did too. It really was an amazing thing that they had all come so incredibly far.

Draco lifted his glass, drank and sat back down. Valen reached for his glass and he had to admonish the child that he was not ready for champagne yet.

After Harry had drank as well, he laughed quietly at their son and then kissed Draco gently on the cheek.

There were more toasts and Draco continued to sip lightly, amused as some of their friends gulped the champagne (imported from France, of course). He wondered if the point was to get everyone pissed enough to dance.

Mr Weasley was the last to speak and Harry laughed along with everyone else as he recounted Ron as a child. The Muggles there probably thought he was slightly mad when he mentioned that Ron had once spelled all of the water out of the tub when he hadn't wanted to take a bath. He stopped telling this story only when Mrs Weasley tugged on his sleeve. From then on he came up with more and more inventive Muggle alternatives to explain the magic, growing more excited with each one he was able to think up. Then the food was brought out with not a house-elf in sight, and Harry could see that some people were already a little tipsy.

Once the meal was done, it was time to cut the cake. It was large and ornate, magic keeping it up even if it didn't show. Exact likenesses of Ron and Hermione were on top the cake. Draco had arranged it so that Muggles saw the figures holding still but everyone else saw them move, including kissing.

Ron picked off a piece of the cake that was slightly larger than he really needed and grinned wickedly at Hermione, who raised an eyebrow and warily opened her mouth. Ron pushed the cake inside purposely, smearing it over Hermione's lips, who took a step back from him, trying to keep the icing from falling on her dress. Then she decidedly grabbed a larger piece, covering nearly all of Ron's mouth and chin.

Draco stood next to Harry, one arm around his husband and the other holding their son. Harry was holding the, blessedly, sleeping infant, April. Draco let his hand slide down and pat his husband's arse as he leant to whisper in his ear. "Remember what we did with our cake?"

Harry had been thinking of the exact same thing and smiled slyly again. "I did say that I would never look at cake the same way again," he replied.

"Oh, and I will be saving us some for later," Draco purred. He squeezed Harry's arse a bit and licked his ear.

"Mmm," Harry hummed quietly. "Why do I get the feeling that you and I are going to have even more fun than Ron and Hermione tonight?"

"Of course we will," Draco whispered. "We are much kinkier."

"Much," Harry agreed, shifting April in his arms when she wriggled a little.

Cake was served and eaten. Draco made sure to be obscenely sexy about the way he ate his and enjoyed watching his husband squirm.

Harry did squirm, rather a lot, and tried not to let it show on his face how arousing Draco was.

Finally the cake was done and it was time for dancing. Draco had been looking forward to getting his husband in his arms all day.

The first on the dance floor were Ron and Hermione, of course. Everyone oohed and ahhed at them as they moved closely together, eyes on each other. Mr and Mrs Weasley joined them, and Hermione's mother danced with one of her uncles. When it came time for the wedding party to dance, Harry was forced to step away from Draco to dance with Ginny. He didn't press very closely to her due to the fact that Draco had made him half-hard.

Draco danced with Tonks, smiling and talking. He couldn't help that his gaze kept straying to his husband. Tonks just laughed. "You two are still as bad as you were at your own wedding, even with two babies," she teased.

"Harry James Potter," Ginny said after a few moments, raising her eyebrows. "Don't tell me you have a stiffy right now?"

Harry flushed deeply. "Not a full one," he muttered.

Ginny looked like she was trying to hold in laughter while also looking slightly affronted. "I knew you and Draco were being perverts," she said.

Draco saw his husband's blush, which made his own arousal even more uncomfortable. He couldn't wait for the song to end.

Tonks grinned at him. "Almost done."

Draco flushed. "I don't mean to be rude," he said.

"Don'cha worry, Draco," she teased. "I understand."

The song ended, Ginny managing to keep her laughter in through most of it, but it burst out of her when Harry stepped back and eagerly scanned the room for his husband.

"Thanks for taking such great joy out of the dance," she said sarcastically, though she was still grinning.

"Sorry," said Harry, blushing a bit more. "Did you see him with the cake?"

That brought another laugh from Ginny.

Draco thanked Tonks for the dance and then strolled up to his husband, trying to look calm. He came up behind Harry, rested his hands on the man's hips and leant in so that he could press his face to Harry's hair and whisper in his ear. "Ready for me?" he whispered.

Harry swallowed and Ginny casually turned and strode over to a boy from Hermione's side who was obviously trying to catch her eye. "And just what does that mean?" Harry asked, spinning to face his husband.

"I thought it was my turn to dance with you," Draco said in a mock innocent voice.

"Well, I suppose I'll let you," Harry said, pretending to think about it. "But I've heard that your hands tend to wander when you dance."

Draco stepped in close, putting his arms around his husband's waist. "My hands are the least of your worries," he whispered, pressing his body against Harry's.

Harry slipped arms over Draco's shoulders, grinning at his comment.

Draco began to sway, feet moving and he led them around the dance floor. "I love the way we fit together," he whispered, looking into his husband's bright green eyes.

"Perfectly," Harry replied, playing with a strand of Draco's hair as he moved with him.

Draco's cock brushed against Harry's as they danced, making him have to clench his teeth on a moan.

Harry did let out a small sound, hands tightening around Draco's neck. "You know," he said quietly, "this has the potential to turn embarrassing."

Draco smiled. "Nothing new there," he whispered. "Only we can't Apparate away like last time."

Harry chuckled lowly. "Do we walk out pressed together?" he asked.

Draco glided them around the dance floor, ignoring some of the rude stares from a few of the Muggles. Finally, he made it close to a door and just kept dancing until they were in the hall.

Once out of sight of everyone else, Harry pressed more closely to Draco. "Why, Mr Malfoy," he said, voice low and quiet, "I do believe you led us out here on purpose."

"Always expecting the Slytherin is doing something devious," Draco teased, but continued to lead Harry down to the study.

"But aren't you?" said Harry with a hint of a grin.

Draco smirked, releasing one hand on Harry to push open the study door and "dance" them into its dark interior.

Harry gripped the back of Draco's neck, bringing their faces inches apart. "What to do now?" he breathed over his husband's lips.

Draco's silver hand stayed in the small of Harry's back, pulling him tight against his own body, while the other slid down to cup his arse, kneading it. "Now you use a Locking and Silencing Charm on the door before I bend you over the desk and shag you senseless," he whispered.

Harry's body warmed with Draco's words and his eyes slid half-closed with arousal. The door, which neither of them had closed, snapped shut with a wave of Harry's hand. He performed the appropriate charms then, but his eyes didn't leave the grey ones before his own.

Draco pulled his husband along with him to the desk, not breaking contact with the other man's body. Pressing Harry back against the edge of the desk and then reaching to grab the back of his lover's hair, Draco bit at Harry's chin.

Harry hissed, his cock hardening further and straining against his trousers.

"Going to fuck hard, my love," Draco whispered in a dangerous sounding voice.

Harry's entire body shivered at Draco's tone, said tone made all the more sexy by the fact that Draco had sounded like that and called Harry “his love.” Harry swallowed, licking his lips.

Draco stepped back and arched an eyebrow. "Turn around, bend over and hold the desk," he ordered in that same voice.

"In my clothes?" Harry asked cheekily, and he thought he might have been able to dent something with the erection he was sporting.

"Yes," Draco said. "In your clothes."

Feeling slightly curious, Harry turned and did as Draco had asked, slowly stretching himself over the polished wood and showing off his arse.

Draco growled at the sight, his own erection having reached a painful level. He flipped up the tail of the tux jacket, grabbed Harry's hips and pulled him so that his arse just stuck out from the desk. Then the blond reached around, unfastening Harry's trousers and pulling them with his shorts down to his knees.

Harry let out an unintentional moan, having not really expected the move. His cock bobbed and he hung his head, breathing a tad heavier. He wondered if Draco had some kind of fetish for formal dress.

"You look so hot, exposed with your pants down like that," Draco said, running his hands over Harry's flesh and squeezing the rounded cheeks of his arse.

Harry smiled slightly, moving into Draco's hands.

"All dressed up so pretty, but I know what you want," Draco purred, spreading the cheeks of Harry's arse and getting down on one knee behind him.

"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned, having not expected Draco to do this either. "Fuck, there's nothing as good as you," he said, voice strained as it often became while so turned on.

"You know it," Draco agreed with a smirk as he gave a long lick across his lover's puckered hole.

Harry released another moan, louder and deeper than the first. He thought that if he were able to literally melt, he would have done so right then. He rested his head on the desk, turning his face and panting.

"Oh, yes, such a hot kinky thing you are," Draco said in a husky voice before using the tip of his tongue to trace the hole.

"Love your tongue on me, in me," Harry half whispered, shivering again.

"Yes, you do," Draco growled. "House full of guests and here you are spread out begging me to eat your lovely arse." He chuckled deeply and thrust that tongue against his lover's opening.

Harry's body grew so hot with those words that he flushed. "Merlin," he groaned, fingers clenching.

Draco thrust his tongue into Harry, wiggling it a bit each time and loving the way the other man could barely hold still.

"Shiiitt," Harry let out, still panting as he squirmed. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Draco, please!"

"Please what?" Draco asked, pulling back enough to ask but then thrusting his tongue again.

Harry jolted, his arse clenching around the slick muscle that was Draco's tongue. "God," he said breathlessly, trying to think of how to answer Draco's question. It finally came to him. "Fuck me," he said.

Draco chuckled against his lover's flesh, giving it one last push with his tongue before standing up again. He quickly got to his feet and unfastened his own trousers, pushing the clothing down to his knees. "Tell me how much you want me," Draco said. "You like that there are guests on the other side of the door, don't you?"

"Want you so much," Harry moaned. "Want your cock in me, fucking me." He moaned again, trying to think of what else Draco had said. "Everyone knows what we're doing. They're all thinking about it right now. So fucking hot."

Draco flushed, grinning as he pressed the head of his cock into his husband's opening. "Yes, everyone knows I am fucking you," he growled as he breached his lover.

Harry arched his back, his heart pounding against the hard surface his chest was pressed to. "Fuck, yeah," he hissed.

"Oh, yes," Draco said, hands gripping Harry's hips and holding him tight while he slid slowly forward, feeling every inch of his lover's body taking him in.

"So good," Harry breathed. "So fucking good. Thick cock." He knew he was babbling, but he figured Draco got the picture.

"Yes, my thick cock shoved up your arse, deep inside you," Draco growled and then began to flex his hips, pulling back and pushing forward again.

Harry gripped the desk harder, spreading his legs so that the trousers around them were stretched as far as they could be.

"Tell me," Draco gasped, thrusting faster. "Let me hear that infamous dirty mouth of yours!"

Harry took in a sharp breath as Draco struck his prostate, and he didn't even hear his words, but he didn't need them for his own mouth to open. "Fuck!" he shouted, his cock dribbling pre-come. "Fuck me so fucking hard, Draco!" He could barely get the words out, as he was having trouble doing anything other than letting his husband thrust into him, yet his tongue continued to fly. "So deep in my arse. Gonna come inside me!"

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Draco cried out, thrusting so hard Harry's hips were pressed against the desk edge now.

Harry could hear the contents of the desk rattling around in their drawers and it only served to heighten his arousal. Draco was fucking him so hard that he was making the large desk move and it was terribly wonderful. Harry didn't even need to press back; his arse was being delightfully pounded right where it was. "Merlin, Draco, fuck!" he yelled hoarsely.

"Oh, fuck, Harry," Draco echoed, his body tightening and Harry's magic crackling now. His fingers were digging into Harry's hips as he pushed himself harder, holding back until his husband came.

All it took to push Harry over the edge was a few more thrusts and he released, spilling himself over the wood, coming so hard that some of it even managed to somehow splatter onto his trousers. His back arched so that he was bent as far back as he could be without assistance and he cried Draco's name out to the room, his body twitching and spasming.

Draco's scream was loud and wordless, as Harry's magic swept through him. He emptied his seed into Harry, pressing hard into the man as he did.

Harry lay under his husband, panting, and sweating, and still trembling a bit. He felt he needed a few moments to try and remember how to use his voice.

Draco braced himself with his silver hand on the desk, panting.

Harry took a very deep breath, his heart no longer pounding, though it was still beating rather quickly. "Oh, the things you do to me," he said with a slow smile.

Draco chuckled too. "You are amazing," he said. "I just can't be around you without wanting you. Especially when you get all dressed up. It just makes me want to make you messy again."

Harry's smile remained. "I'll keep that in mind," he said.

Draco pulled from his lover's body, looking down at the dishevelled mess. "And you do look a sight," he said with a smirk.

"I can just imagine," Harry replied, turning his head to look at Draco.

Draco’s long blond hair had come loose from the ribbon that held it back and stuck to his sweaty, flushed face.

"You look quite a sight yourself," Harry said, straightening his glasses.

Draco looked down and saw how twisted and sweaty the tux had got, his own wet cock sticky under the shirt hem. "Lots of Cleaning and Pressing Charms," he said, nodding.

Harry chuckled. "Who knows what it'll need by the time the night is through," he teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Draco smacked his husband on his bare arse and then began casting charms and straightening clothing.

Harry snorted, pushing himself up on wobbly legs. He stood there and then leant against the desk, his trousers falling to his ankles around his polished shoes.

"Keep that position and we may not leave this room the rest of the night," Draco warned. "And can you imagine what Granger would do to us?"

Harry raised an eyebrow as he grinned, bending to right his clothes. "Not Granger anymore," he said.

Draco laughed. "Surrounded by Mrs Weasleys," he said, shaking his head as he tucked his shirt tails back into his trousers.

Harry smiled. "Probably more to come," he said.

Draco refastened his hair and then reached to straighten Harry's bow tie.

Harry lifted his chin a bit, letting Draco do his work, and then he heard a sound and his brows pulled together. It was like a snicker outside the door. And then came another, quieter sound, this one like the jostling of bodies.

Draco followed his husbands gaze and then frowned, his face flushing. He held a finger to his lips and walked very quietly over to the door, wordlessly releasing the Locking Spell. He didn't bother with the Silencing Spell since the sounds told him it hadn't held. He quickly pulled open the door.

George stumbled just inside the room, managing to catch himself right before falling. He looked up at Harry and Draco and straightened himself. "Evening, lads," he said with a smile, as if he hadn't just been obviously listening to Harry and Draco shagging like mad.

Harry looked past him to see Fred out in the hall, grinning.

Draco arched an eyebrow at the two. "Looking for something?" he asked.

"Us?" said George, looking around at his twin and then back to Draco. "No, not looking for anything. Just having a stroll. It's getting pretty hot in there, you see."

"Yes, quite hot," Fred agreed with a nod, amusement in his expression.

As if to confirm it, Draco flushed. He could never seem to control his face around Fred and George. He gave his husband a long-suffering look.

Harry sighed, colour spreading across the bridge of his nose and onto his cheeks. "You know," he said, "sometimes I wonder if it's really you two that are the perverts."

Fred and George both laughed. "How about we all share the title?" Fred suggested.

"Please tell me you two were the only ones who heard when Harry blew out the Silencing Charm again," Draco said in a pained voice.

Harry huffed.

"Actually," said George, "a few different people walked by."

"One of Hermione's cousins – the blonde one that walked with me," said Fred.

"And Uncle Roderick came by too," said George.

"He's got loads of hair in his ears though," Fred countered.

"It's hairy," George agreed.

Harry groaned quietly.

"A few others too," George continued. "But I didn't really pay all that much attention to them." He grinned.

"You blokes really should've picked somewhere farther from the ballroom," said Fred. "Would've saved you the grief." He shook his head as if he felt sorry for them, but that amusement was still there.

Draco counted his blessings that none of the now three Mrs Weasleys had been among those who heard. He shook his head and then offered his arm to his husband. "Shall we return to the ballroom then?" he said.

Harry took the offered arm, taking in a large breath and releasing it in a slow whoosh. "I suppose," he answered.

Draco led his husband back to the ballroom, doing his best to ignore the laughter of the twins.

Harry's face was still flushed as he walked with Draco back into the crowded room, where several people gave them a number of colourful looks. Why? Why did he always blow out the Silencing Charms?

Draco kept his face looking pleasant and unconcerned, leading his husband through the room to find their children.

Valen and April had been handed off to Mr and Mrs Weasley, most likely Sirius' doing. Mr Weasley was chasing Valen around the table while Mrs Weasley seemed to be concentrating on keeping the infant happy.

Draco snorted at the sight and released Harry, stepping forward and going to his knees in Valen's path, scooping the now giggling boy into his arms.

Mr Weasley nearly ran into Draco but abruptly stopped, panting. "He's a quick one, isn't he?" he said, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his shining head.

"That he is," said Harry. "How is she?" he asked Mrs Weasley, nodding his head toward April.

"Well," Mrs Weasley answered, "she's certainly herself."

Harry let out a slightly amused breath, reaching for the bundle of blue ribbons.

Mrs Weasley handed April over, looking almost as worn out as Mr Weasley.

Valen immediately began tugging on Draco's bow tie. The blond let him, figuring the main events were over, so it didn't much matter.

Harry smiled and stood next to Draco and Valen with April. "Do you think they want to dance?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco laughed. "Sure," he said, leading his little family out onto the floor.

April was still tiny, so Harry simply held her to his chest and took one of her tiny hands in his.

Draco settled little Valen against him too, beginning to move in a familiar dance step, swaying with the laughing child.

Harry was delighted that April seemed to like it as well and delighted. "I think they'll be quite good when they're older," he said to Draco.

Draco laughed and nodded, dancing up to Harry. He held Valen with his silver hand and reached for his husband with the other, pulling him and April closer.

Harry grinned and kissed Draco on the cheek, slipping an arm about his waist and ignoring the strange stares from some of the other guests. They were two men with two children who looked very much like the both of them. It had to look odd to a Muggle.

It was awkward but fun, dancing with his husband and both their children. Draco led them, dancing and swaying and smiling. Valen leant in and gave his little sister a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Harry laughed at him and April smiled, as if letting him know that that was okay.

Tonks and her date danced closer. "Hey, that's really cute," she said.

Harry grinned again. "They have their moments."