Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)

Harry was glad to be home. His back-to-school experience, while it had had its moments, had not been all that pleasant. He was happy to be back in his own bed with Draco, and was happy to simply feel relaxed. He found he'd been tense at Hogwarts nearly since the day Draco had sat with people Harry didn't trust. And it had only grown worse. Now he was home, and had been for a couple days, and he felt tremendously better.

He was trying to feed smashed bananas to Valen, who kept spitting it out and playing in the mess.

"Oh, paper," said Hermione from where she sat as a house-elf appeared with it. She tried to give him a Sickle for it, but the elf quickly disappeared. Ron looked to the ceiling, letting out a long sigh.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him as she began to read.

Draco sipped his tea and smiled at the antics of his husband and child. Valen now had banana in his hair and had managed to get some in Harry's as well.

Harry huffed as Valen slapped the tray of his highchair and flung bits of yellow mush on his glasses. "You are impossible," he said to the baby, removing the frames to clean them off. He glanced at Hermione, who was reading the paper with a strange expression on her face. "What's in there?" he asked.

"Oh," she said as if startled. She flipped to another page and folded the paper in half. "Not anything really." Her voice sounded almost too casual.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco frowned, considering whether or not to challenge Hermione when Leakey appeared beside him carrying a tray laden with mail. He frowned when he noticed a couple of them were red.

Harry groaned when he saw the Howlers. "What now?" he asked.

Hermione eyed the tray, biting her lip.

Draco immediately began pulling out the red envelopes. "Merde," he complained when one opened at his touch and began screaming that he was a "whore" who didn't deserve to be with Harry Potter.

Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's eyes widened as the screaming continued.

"What the hell is this?" Harry asked as Valen began to cry.

Hermione bit her lip again, handing the paper out slowly.

Harry took it from her, opening to the front page. His eyes were immediately drawn to the photo of himself and Draco, one from when they had given their first interview. The headline was bold enough. "Potter's Happily Ever After: A Hoax?"

Draco strode from the dining room and into the sitting room with the handful of red envelopes and threw them into the nearest fireplace, incinerating them. Then leaned against the mantle, shaking.

"Go," Hermione said to Harry, taking the baby spoon out of his hands as she got to her feet.

Harry stood from his chair and followed after Draco, finding him in only a few seconds. He hadn't even realised he'd taken the paper with him.

Draco's eyes were closed and he was doing his best to take deep breaths. He could feel Harry behind him but didn't respond yet.

Harry took a few more steps and then wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's waist.

Draco sighed, his right hand coming down to rest atop Harry's. "Someone told?" he asked in a whisper.

"Someone must have," Harry replied quietly, squeezing the paper still clutched in his hand.

Draco groaned and buried his face in the crook of his arm.

Harry sighed this time, closing his eyes as he wondered if the week at Hogwarts would ever leave him alone.

Draco finally pulled it together enough to turn in Harry's arms, noticing the paper in his hands. "It's in the paper?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

Harry sighed again, brought the paper up, and read the headline aloud. "It has to be where the letters are coming from."

Draco winced, closing his eyes. "I swear whoever told is going to pay," he hissed.

Harry clenched his teeth. "This is all Pansy's fault," he said. "Whoever told the paper is a dick, but she's the one who said it aloud to a room full of people."

Draco knew it was true. Yet, he had known Pansy for a very long time and knew enough about her to understand how she felt. He frowned. He was going to have to find a way to make sure she didn't hurt Harry or him again.

Harry walked away and sat down heavily on the couch, face in his hands. "It'll die down eventually," he said, voice muffled.

Draco sat down beside him, taking the paper from his husband's hands to read it. It didn't give the names but said that two sources had confirmed he had had an affair with Nott. It figured. He beat Harry at Quidditch and there was nothing in the paper. But the thing with Nott makes the front page.

Harry didn't know what else to say. All he knew was that he was extremely angry with Pansy Parkinson.

Draco finished the article and then tossed it aside, turning to face Harry again. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of something to say to his husband. After a minute, he gave up and reached a hand to take Harry's in his own.

Harry laced his fingers with Draco's and brought his face out of hiding. "It doesn't matter what everyone else is saying, right?" he said.

Draco wished he believed that. He grimaced. "Well," he said, "it doesn't hurt us directly."

Harry frowned and sat up more. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Could the paper hurt you when they claimed you were crazy?" Draco asked.

"But it didn't make me crazy," Harry replied. "I don't give a damn what everyone else thinks about me. My friends never thought I was crazy."

Draco smiled crookedly. "Well, I suppose when you put it that way," he said, "it doesn't much matter." But it might be a while before it was safe to open the mail.

Harry sighed again and wearily leaned back against the couch.

"Shall we go back to our breakfast?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, taking his glasses off to rub at his eyes for a short moment. "Valen's probably covered the place in bananas."

***

That rest of the day had been something Harry hadn't wanted to deal with in the least. Howlers weren't their only problem. By mid-afternoon, a concerned Mrs Weasley had shown up on their doorstep as the representative for the rest of the family. Harry had had to reassure her that he and Draco were fine, and that they were not thinking about splitting up as the paper had said. He'd also had to explain what the "affair" was, and had left out as many details as he could manage, making it sound as if it had been more of an accident than a deliberate attempt to break him and Draco up.

He stood in their bedroom with Draco, changing Valen's nappy and dressing the baby in his pyjamas for bed as he kicked about, drooling on his fingers.

Draco was feeling more unhappy than he had in a while. He'd had to give the elves the order to destroy all red envelopes. The rest of the mail had to be sorted through. He had burned them one by one. Most had been addressed to him and were in the same mode as the Howlers. There were a number of owls addressed to Harry encouraging him to divorce Draco immediately. Some even offered to help Harry 'get even' with him. He had stayed out of the talk with Mrs Weasley but had the gist of it from Harry. Now he managed to get himself undressed and fall exhausted into the bed.

Harry picked Valen up and lowered him into his cot with a few toys, knowing he would fall asleep in a short while; it was already past his bed time. Harry stripped with his magic and lay down on his side of the bed, then he turned toward Draco and propped his head up in his hand.

Draco's eyes were closed but he was awake. He finger-walked his right hand over to touch Harry. He was still wearing his silver arm as well, having not got around to removing it yet.

Harry smiled at Draco's hand, but then returned to staring at his face. "Tired?" he asked needlessly.

"Mmhmm," Draco answered, but opened his eyes to look at his husband.

Harry stared at Draco for a bit longer. "Our anniversary is only a week and a half away," he said, quietly.

"Yes, our official wedding anniversary," Draco agreed, sliding his hand gently up and down Harry's arm.

Harry nodded. "What do you want to do for it?" he asked.

Draco's first impulse was to say "hide," but he knew that would only upset Harry. "Spend it with you," he said instead.

Harry snorted. "Well, I should certainly hope so," he said. "What do you want to do about the binding?" he asked after a couple more moments.

Draco took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. "You really want to change it, don't you?" he asked.

Harry winced. "Honestly? Yes," he admitted.

"Well, our anniversary would probably be an appropriate time to do that," Draco agreed. "If we are setting up a new Great Rite, it would be a good idea to figure out ahead of time what it is we want promised this time."

Harry nodded again. "What do we want?" he asked.

Draco grinned. "Well, I have no complaints about how you're always able to get hard for me," he said with an eyebrow waggle.

Harry grinned as well. "I rather like that, too."

"Most of what I want is in our wedding vows or inherent in the binding itself," Draco said, hand sliding up his lover's side now, caressing his skin. "What would you want promised from me?"

"The same thing, I suppose," Harry answered quietly. "I don't want another concubine ... thing."

Draco grimaced at that but moved his hand in circles on Harry's chest. "I want to be fucking you every day until the day I die," he said, "but I suppose I will have to trust you to make that happen."

"Is that what it is?" Harry asked, scooting closer to Draco. "You don't think I want to fuck you until we die?"

Draco turned his head, staring up at the 'H' carved in the canopy frame. "I wanted you for so long and you didn't want me," he whispered. "What if you stopped?"

Harry breathed a sigh and pulled Draco against him. "I want you for the rest of my life," he whispered. "I want to make love to you every day, I want to raise Valen with you, and have more babies with you, and do everything else with you. I love you. More than anything. It's not going to just go away. It won't ever go away."

Draco gasped, close to crying. It sounded so utterly perfect to him. He smiled, turning grey eyes to look into green. "More babies?" he asked with a smile, his heart speeding up.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco gently. "I already said we could think about it, and I have thought about it, and yes. I want more children with you."

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him tight as he kissed him. "Yes," he whispered against his mouth.

Harry kissed Draco in return. "Yes," he whispered back. And then with a small amused smile, "As many as you want."

Draco laughed. "It's a very big house, Harry."

Harry snorted again. "Yes, but if we plan to fill the house with children, I'll be pregnant until I'm eighty!" He laughed as well, feeling warm with the obvious happiness in Draco's eyes.

Draco smirked. "Well, at least a couple more," he said, licking Harry's lips.

"I can agree to that," Harry replied, letting his tongue meet Draco's.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, mouth closing over Harry's as he began to rock his body against his lover's.

"I'll promise to fuck you every day," Harry whispered between kisses, and gasps, and moans, "if you promise to let me."

"Oh, please," Draco gasped into his mouth. "I want you now and always."

"Always," Harry agreed, raising his hand to cast a Silencing Charm on Valen's cot. He grasped Draco tightly and rolled with him. "Ride me, please," he gasped.

Draco trembled, the words adding to his arousal like fuel on a fire. "Prepare me," he whispered, sliding up Harry's body so that his lover could reach.

Harry slicked his fingers, reaching for Draco's arse as his breathing sped up. He pushed them inside, stretching carefully but quickly.

Draco watched his lover's face the entire time, his legs straddling the man's waist and his hands bracing himself on Harry's shoulders. "Going to ride you hard, my love," he whispered.

Harry groaned, his cock twitching. "Hard," he gasped, moving his hands to grasp at Draco's sides.

Draco reached his right hand back, grasping his lover's cock and positioning himself against it. He didn't break eye contact at all as he very slowly lowered himself on to the thick flesh. He loved being filled this way and was panting by the time his balls rested against his lover's belly.

Harry let out a very long moan, sliding his hands across every inch of Draco's skin he could reach as looked up into his eyes. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, Draco, so good."

"Yes, you inside me," Draco agreed, then rocked forward, letting Harry's cock slide most of the way out before slowly sinking back down again with a delighted sigh.

Harry's eyes rolled as he let them fall shut. "Merlin, Draco, yes," he hissed through his teeth.

"Yes, going to ride you for a hundred years and then still want more," Draco gasped, repeating the slide a bit faster now.

Harry moved his hands to Draco's sides again, helping to push him down as he raised his own hips, gasping with pleasure. "Forever," he panted.

Draco began to rock faster, his and Harry's bodies moving in rhythm with each other as he fucked himself on his husband's cock. "Yes, forever and always," he gasped.

"And nothing will change it," Harry growled, opening his eyes again to watch Draco's body atop his own.

Draco's hair swayed with his body and he was beginning to sweat as he rotated his hips as well. He loved the way Harry's body felt under and inside him. He could feel the muscles in his lover's body and his own responded enthusiastically. "Yes, Gods, yes," he gasped.

Harry thrust quicker himself, and Draco's movements were driving him nearly mad with sensation. "Fuck!" he cried out, beginning to come.

Power erupted inside Draco, flowing up his spine and down his limbs. He threw his head back in a scream of pleasure, his own come painting his lover's chest.

Harry watched Draco reach orgasm with his mouth slack. "Mmm, so beautiful," he said, his voice half a groan.

Draco shuddered, his body clenching around his lover's cock still as he slowly came down from his high. He looked down at Harry, eyes shining with his love, and smiled.

Harry smiled back, gently sliding his hands up and down Draco's sides. "We renew the binding on our anniversary then," he said quietly. "And I will continue to fuck you for as long as we both shall live." He grinned.

"Then we will have to live a very long time," Draco said, "because there will never be enough times with you."

"Yes," Harry agreed. "We've already established that we will live a very long time. We do have to have all those grandchildren after all."

Draco sighed happily, slipping off of his lover's cock and lying down beside him. "Yes, lots of grandchildren," he agreed, mind filled with images of the life he wanted.

Harry turned and kissed Draco's head, reaching to stroke his hair. "You know, I never did grow this back," he said, tugging on a strand. "Do you have a preference?"

"My preference is whatever is best for you to play with," Draco answered with a smile, fingers of his right hand idly playing with the mess on his husband's chest.

"Believe me," Harry said, smirking, "I could find a way to play with anything. I like it both ways, honestly."

"Grow it for me tomorrow, while fucking me," Draco said with a grin.

Harry grinned back. "Sounds promising," he said with an eyebrow waggle.

***

"All right," Harry said, folding his hands in his lap as he stared at Ron and Hermione. He glanced at Draco for a quick moment where he was sitting next to him on the sofa.

"'All right' what?" Hermione replied, raising an eyebrow.

Harry didn't know the exact way he should ask their friends to watch his husband and himself fucking. "Well," he said, "Draco and I are going to take both bindings off," he began.

Hermione frowned. "Why?" she asked.

"They're connected. We can't remove one without the other, and the first one is a bit of a ... hindrance."

Draco took a deep breath and released it with a sigh. "They are layered magics," he added. "But we want to re-consecrate the marriage binding immediately after removing the others."

Understanding flickered over Hermione's face and she flushed the slightest shade of pink.

"What are you telling us for?" Ron asked, obviously confused.

Harry sighed. "Well ..." he said slowly. "We sort of need someone to ... witness it."

Draco smirked, waiting for their friends' reactions.

Hermione flushed a little more.

"But, in a binding don't you have to ..." Ron trailed off, making a face.

"Yes," said Harry. "And it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"Not by my own choice," Ron protested indignantly.

Harry couldn't help a small laugh. "You got to witness the beginning of Valen's conception," he said. "Don't you want to add another memorable moment?"

"You really are twisted, you know that?" Ron said to him.

"It only requires one witness, but we would be honoured if the two of you would be there," Draco said more seriously.

Harry dropped the joke and went more serious as well, though there was still a small smile on his lips. "All kidding aside," he said, "Draco's right. We really would be honoured."

Hermione opened her mouth, letting out a small puff of breath before she spoke. "And we would be honoured to be your witnesses," she said.

Ron's ears went red. "Yeah, I - Yeah," he said after quite a long moment.

Harry smiled at them both. "Thanks," he said. "I know it must be at least a little awkward, even if you have seen it before."

Hermione shrugged it off but Ron nodded in agreement with him.

Harry chuckled quietly.

"We want to do this for our wedding anniversary," Draco added.

Harry nodded. "Next week," he said.

"Well," said Hermione, face still flushed, "next week it is then."

Harry didn't know why he didn't feel too embarrassed. It would probably kick in when it came time for the act. "Thank you, both," he said again.

Hermione let out a strange sort of laugh. "You're welcome, I suppose."

"I suppose," said Ron, still looking uncomfortable.

"Well, we trust you both," said Harry. "And we'd be happy to stand in for you if two decide to do anything like this for your wedding," he said teasingly, though he figured they would if Ron and Hermione really did ask.

Ron pulled yet another weird face and Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Draco chuckled and then felt the shift in magic as their son woke from his nap. He looked up at the cot just before Valen started to cry.

Harry sighed. "And duty calls," he said, getting to his feet to retrieve the baby.

Draco was still nervous about removing the bindings but felt calmer now that they had a plan. He had already begun rereading up on formal bindings. He smiled happily as his husband lifted their child into his arms.

***

Harry was lying on the floor, playing with Valen on a blanket. He glanced up at his husband sitting on the sofa, who seemed rigid and perhaps a bit paler than usual. He'd been so nearly all week, ever since he'd started planning out their binding. Harry was worried about him. He knew taking the binding off made Draco very nervous. He was nervous about it himself, but Draco seemed much worse and Harry didn't know what to do about it. He knew the current binding was more of a problem for them than a help, and so he didn't want to offer to keep it. He reached up and rubbed his husband's leg, giving him a small smile.

Draco was frowning and muttering Latin under his breath. He had ink stains on his fingers and lips again as he took notes and tapped his quill to his lips when he was thinking.

Harry sighed, letting his hand drop.

"Have you even found how to take the binding off, Draco?" Hermione asked from where she sat looking through a wedding catalogue. "Your anniversary is tomorrow."

Draco scowled but nodded. "I am just working on the incantations now," he said, sighing.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "You never said you knew how to do it."

Harry frowned and raised himself up to sit next to Draco on the couch. He leant in and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Draco took a deep breath when Harry touched him. He loved the intense magical connection they shared and he didn't want to give it up. "No, I didn't," he said.

"So you do know how to do it then?" Hermione asked, looking interested but also wary of Draco's touchy mood. "Bindings are such an interesting subject. It's like making your own magic."

Draco looked up at her, considering his words. "A Great Rite combines the magical energy of two people so that they are intertwined. I am not even sure that kind of binding can be undone and redone. But the Concubine form only bound me to Harry. The problem is that we layered Great Rite on top of the other form. I believe that we can reverse the process, remove the Binding Promises and then re-establish the equal form. But it hasn't been done before," he explained.

Harry hadn't even known that. "You don't even know if it will work?" he asked.

"It hasn't been done," he said, looking Harry in the eyes. "At least, not written about."

"Well, that's really quite understandable," said Hermione. "Both bindings were unconventional. I've, of course, looked things up on bindings myself, back when it first happened. You didn't use incantations either time."

"Then why do we need to use incantations this time?" Harry asked. "If it works without them?"

"Because of what happened last time," Draco said. "The incantations are a controlled form of magic. Your natural magic is not. We could end up with another accident with unpredicted results if we aren't careful."

"We don't want that," said Harry. "It would make the entire thing pointless."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Or worse," Draco whispered.

Harry turned his head to look at Draco, as did Ron and Hermione. "What?" Harry said, frowning.

Draco winced. "You are a lot more powerful than you were either of the other two times, Harry," he said. "A mistake with your magic is potentially a bigger mistake now."

Harry took a deep breath. "Then we'll do the incantations," he said.

Draco leaned over and gently kissed his lover.

"It'll be fine, Harry," said Hermione. "Just as long as it's controlled."

Harry nodded.

Draco smiled and rubbed the ink stains off Harry's lips.