Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry walked beside an excited and nervous Ron Weasley, who was clutching a sleek new broomstick. He had recently dubbed the broom the Abraxan500, named after the powerful winged horses. Only within the past few weeks had Ron finished the development of his first broom, and it had not yet been flown. Harry had agreed to test it for the first time.

"You are sure it's going to be safe, aren't you?" asked Hermione, who was walking with them as well.

Fred snorted. "Eh, Harry'll probably crack his skull open," he said. The twins had come from work to watch the first flight. Mr Weasley was there, as well, and shot a displeased look toward Fred before smiling encouragingly at Ron.

"I'm sure Harry's skull will be fine, son," Mr Weasley pointed out in a cheerful voice. Harry could see the pride and happiness on Mr Weasley's face when he turned to give Harry a broad smile.

Ron looked even more nervous and Harry shook his head.

"Maybe I should just test it," said Ron.

"I already said I would," Harry replied. "I can stop it if something goes wrong and I promise I won't crack my skull." He smiled wryly, raising an eyebrow.

Draco snorted and then hefted April against his hip, holding her with his silver arm. Valen bounced along beside him.

Ron sighed as they neared the pitch, shaking his head now, too.

"Aww, don't worry, little brother," said George, grasping Ron's shoulder and giving it a rough shake. "You can't have completely screwed it up."

"That's right," said Fred. "You are of our blood."

Hermione frowned at them. "I think he's done a very good job," she said firmly.

"Ooh, and Mrs Weasley attacks," said Fred, chuckling.

Hermione rolled her eyes and Mr Weasley held up one hand in the direction of the twins. "That's enough, boys," he said. "Ron's worked hard for this and Harry's being good enough to test it for him. I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I wouldn't let my husband on it if I didn't think the design was flawless," Draco said, voice a bit haughty. He still had tendency to sound like that when he was nervous.

"I wanna ride!" Valen piped, tugging on Harry's trouser leg.

Harry looked down, raising his eyebrows. Then he lifted Valen and threw him into the air. "Not this time," he said to the little boy as he caught him. "We have to test it first."

Valen laughed happily at their favourite game and April began to squirm in Draco's arm, reaching for Harry too. "Dada Harry!"

"Oh, you too, huh?" Harry said, laughing at April. He threw Valen up again before setting him back on his feet, then took April, tossing her up as well. She giggled and gasped when she went high, and then clutched Harry around the neck.

Draco smiled, grey eyes sparkling with affection as he watched his husband and children.

Harry grinned at the girl, kissing the tip of her nose as they all continued on their way. "Well, let's do this," he said to Ron, handing April back to Draco when they had reached the Quidditch pitch stands on the Manor grounds.

Draco took April and then leant in to kiss Harry before he could walk away. Harry kissed Draco back and then joined Ron on the pitch. He smiled reassuringly when he saw the anxiety on Ron's face.

"You sure about this, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Ron," Harry answered, holding a hand out for the broom. "I. Can. Stop. It."

Ron sighed one last time, handing it over.

Draco got the two children settled beside him on one of the bleachers. He tried to look calm, so as not to make the children worry. He still found himself idly fingering his wand in its sleeve.

Harry released the broom and it hovered at his mounting height. "Well, so far so good," he said, smiling up at Ron as he threw a leg over the handle. "It'll be fine."

Ron released a slightly shaky breath, nodding.

Harry nodded as well, and then rose a few feet. He was surprised with how smoothly the broom glided upward.

Over by the stands, Fred and George were watching with interest. "I have five Galleons on a broken arm," said Fred.

"Ten on a broken leg," George replied in a quiet voice, trying not to be overheard by Mr Weasley who stood down at the edge of the pitch below the bleachers.

"Oh, just be quiet," Hermione snapped, eyes never leaving Harry.

Draco was torn between amusement and annoyance but simply snorted again. He had one arm around Valen and only realised he was holding the child too tight when Valen squeaked in protest.

Harry moved cautiously, testing the tilt and rotation of the broom handle. He was struck again by the smoothness and the control. Ron might have really hit it big. He went higher, still not really putting on any speed.

"How is it?" Ron shouted from below.

"Amazing so far!" Harry shouted back, bringing the broom into a slow barrel roll.

April clutched Draco's arm and he was lucky it was his silver hand or it might have hurt. "It's okay," he assured her.

"Daddy Harry can do anything," Valen assured her, looking completely confident.

Harry pulled up again, going even higher. It seemed the broom handled height very well. He pulled a few slow twists and turns, and he gripped a little tighter as he put on a spurt of speed, shooting down several feet – he started to get nervous when it seemed he couldn't pull back up. His eyes widened and he tugged hard on the handle, but still couldn't pull up.

Draco's eyes grew wide and his heart beat faster. If his husband was pulling one of his stunts, he would have to kick his arse later. If he wasn’t ....

"Fuck," Harry hissed under his breath, watching the ground moving closer and closer. He chanced moving a hand off the broom, and flipped sideways slightly, but managed to fling a Cushioning Charm and slow himself before he hit. It did hurt though, and he knew his side would be bruised.

Ron ran over to him and Mr Weasley arrived just behind him, kneeling down and placing one hand on Harry's shoulder. "Give yourself a minute, son, before you try to get up."

Draco was up and running before he even thought about it, wand drawn and dropping to Harry's side.

Harry stared at the three of them, wincing as he pushed himself up. "Well, something's off with the speed," he said. "Lucky I decided to go down rather than up."

"Are you okay?" Ron asked, voice an octave higher.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry answered, lifting his shirt to examine the damaged side and touching it gingerly. The skin was already beginning to discolour.

Draco scowled, heart still beating fast. He felt torn between anger and relief. It was ridiculous, the rational part of him knew that. The fingers of his right hand were curled tight about his wand.

Harry frowned, reaching to rub Draco's arm as Hermione rushed over with the kids and the twins. "I'm fine," he said.

Draco huffed but then reached to touch Harry's side, his fingers cautiously tracing the edges of the blossoming bruise.

Hermione had gone pale, but the twins were grinning.

"Break anything?" George asked with a smirk, eyeing Harry's legs.

"No," Harry said, snorting. "And I can heal this bruise."

"You fall down," came April's little voice from where she stood clutching Hermione's hand.

Harry smiled at her. "Yes, love, but I'm okay."

"See, told you," Valen told his sister, tone smug.

"Heal it," Draco insisted, fingers still touching Harry's skin.

Harry cocked an eyebrow before looking down at his side again. He focused his magic into it, healing from the inside. He felt it tingle and knew it was working.

Draco felt it too, shivering at the feel and licking his lips automatically.

Harry smirked and released an amused breath. "All better now," he said, eyes on his husband.

"There are children present," said Hermione when the twins had smirked as well. Mr Weasley cleared his throat and appeared to be studying some point off in the distance.

Draco pulled his hand back, feeling like he should say he hadn't done anything, but his blush gave away his thoughts.

"Anyway," said Harry, sparing his husband. "Like I said, something's not right with the speed. I tried to go fast and it wouldn't let me change direction."

Ron sighed and nodded, retrieving the broomstick.

"Don't worry though," Harry continued. "It's probably easy to fix."

***

"I have no idea why I'm doing this," said Harry, clutching the highly improved Abraxan500. Test after test had been performed, and after the speed problem had been corrected, Harry had never flown on a better broomstick before. He had no idea how Ron had done it, but his friend had truly developed something amazing.

They had contacted Oliver Wood, who still played for Puddlemere United. He'd had a few words, and the owner of the team had agreed to show Ron's broom off at half time during one of the games – but only if Harry Potter flew it, and if they gave the team one of the brooms for free. The publicity that came with Harry's name brought a crowd to the match, which was good for the team, and for Ron, so Harry couldn't not do it, even though using his fame to get things, or using it for anything really did make him a bit uncomfortable.

At that moment, he was standing down on the sidelines with Draco as halftime neared. The rest of the family was up in the box, watching the game.

Draco leant against the wall near the entrance to the pitch. Although he enjoyed watching Quidditch games, most of his attention during this one was on the dark haired man pacing in front of him. "You are working yourself into a state," he commented.

Harry huffed and ceased his pacing, letting his head fall back. "Half the crowd's here for the bloody halftime 'show'," he said. "This isn't a big game."

Draco chuckled. "I'd come to see Harry Potter any day," he drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You see me every day," he said. "I was going to pull off a few dives, makes a few loops, and now – Merlin, look how many bloody people are here!" He huffed again, knowing it was stupid. He'd played in front of all of Hogwarts, but nothing had been expected of him then.

"You don't even have to catch the Snitch," Draco huffed. "Just show them some pretty moves. You always make flying look easy."

Harry sighed, smiling a bit at his husband. "Whatever you say," he shrugged, looking over his shoulder as the commentator announced his name.

Draco leant over and gave him a quick kiss before he could launch.

Harry took a deep breath then, guiding the broom easily out into the air. He heard the crowd roar and felt pretty much like an idiot, but there was nothing else for it. He raised a hand and gave a wave, and did smile when he saw the Weasleys and his children cheering from their seats.

As the commentator began to describe the broom, Harry rose up higher into the air. The crowd roared as he looped effortlessly, hardly needing to think about it, and as he pulled off a few more moves, he did start to feel better. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, smiling up at the sight. It still amused him that watching Harry fly aroused him so much. He had made sure to wear robes, not trousers, today in anticipation of that fact and that he would be in front of a large crowd which included their children.

Harry swerved and dove and shot up again, grinning now as he simply flew without worry. Probably made the broom look better like that, anyway. After one last dive that he managed to pull out of just in time, bringing a gasp from the spectators, he landed easily on his feet.

Draco's gasp and moan was lost in the applause from the ecstatic crowd and he was very glad their children were up in the stands instead of standing with him.

Harry gave another short, salute-like wave, climbing off the broom and making his way back over to Draco to let the regular game continue. "That was great," he said, grinning.

Draco tried to control his face, smiling but not well, certainly not blushing or drooling over his gorgeous husband with his wind-tousled hair and face flushed from riding. The blond swallowed hard.

Harry cocked his head to the side, a smug smirk slipping over his smile, though he felt a flash of warmth in his gut staring at Draco looking so obviously turned-on and so very fetching. "How was it?" he asked.

"Fantastic," Draco managed, licking his lips.

Harry waggled his eyebrows a bit. "You can show me how fantastic when we get home," he said. "Join the others for now?"

Draco took a deep breath, trying to control himself as his heart sped up even more with that promise. He nodded.

Harry smiled again, holding his free hand out to his husband.

Draco still trembled as he took Harry's hand, squeezing it.

Bringing that hand to his lips, Harry kissed the top of it. "You are very hard to resist, my love," he said, moving toward the stairs.

Draco leant in, whispering in Harry's ear. "Our family will be watching the game."

"True enough," Harry whispered back, feeling his cock give a twitch. "Are you suggesting we not wait until we're home?"

"I don't think anyone would mind the hero using the showers after flying," Draco whispered again.

"Hmm, how about the hero and his husband?" Harry asked, having paused on the steps.

"Exactly," Draco said, ear pressed to Harry's, whispering despite the loud crowd. He licked the edge of Harry's ear.

Harry moaned quietly. "Come help me wash up," he said, changing direction. "There might be a few places that are hard to reach."

Draco grinned as his husband led him back down out of the stands and to the home team's locker room.

Once inside the room, Harry backed Draco into a corner, grinning as he moved in to kiss him and then pull gently on his bottom lip with his teeth. "What is it about a locker room?" he whispered hotly. He leant against the wall with his hands on either side of Draco.

"I spent years playing against you and having many locker room fantasies," Draco gasped, hands reaching to slide under the Quidditch uniform top.

Harry chuckled lowly. "Oh, yes, I know," he said. He and Draco had played many of them out. "However," he continued, "I think I like being your husband and being allowed to bend you over again and again."

Draco moaned, body shivering at his husband's words. "Yes, bend me over," he encouraged.

"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, bringing his hands over Draco's body and stripping him bare. He stripped himself as well before grasping Draco's arse and squeezing. "Most amazing arse on the planet," he said, taking the skin of Draco's neck between his teeth.

Draco gasped at the shock of the cold stone of the wall against his back and Harry's magic and hot body against his front. He tilted his head, encouraging Harry's teeth on his neck and his own hands scratching up his husband's back.

Harry sucked in a hissing breath before he bit down hard enough to leave a bruise, and then another. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, bringing his fingers up, sliding slowly between Draco's arsecheeks. He healed the marks he'd left with his tongue, feeling the slick muscle tingle.

"Fuck, yes!" Draco growled. Sometimes he really wanted it rough. Rough because it was exciting but also because then Harry had an excuse to heal him, too, which felt fantastic.

Harry chuckled again, darkly. "Good," he said. He quickly grasped Draco's wrists then, stepping back as he pulled him forward. "Bend over," he demanded, directing Draco towards one of the benches.

Draco bent forward, hands on the bench, hair hanging around his face and arse turned up for his lover. His cock twitched powerful at the feel of being presented and exposed like this, knowing someone could walk in on them at any minute.

"God, you are so fucking hot," Harry groaned, slapping Draco's arse as he lubed the fingers of his other hand and slid them inside.

The slap stung in just the right way and Draco spread his legs wider when he felt Harry's fingers pushing into him.

"Fuck, yes, spread your legs for me, my dragon," Harry growled and purred at the same time. He pumped his fingers quickly, squeezing with the other hand.

Draco's fingers, silver and flesh, curled over the edge of the bench as he submitted to the delicious stretching and squeezing. His cock hung hard and heavy beneath him. "Yes, my lion, yours," he gasped.

Harry bent over Draco as he removed his fingers and took his cock in hand. He teased his husband's entrance, rubbing the head of his cock over it as he nipped with hard little bites over Draco's shoulders.

Draco shuddered, wriggling his arse in response to the teasing. "Yours," he whispered, "devour me."

"Mmm, yes," Harry whispered, standing upright again before pushing in. He closed his eyes with the feeling of such tightness, cock leaking inside his husband.

Draco's cock was dripping onto the bench now and his legs shaking as he felt Harry's thickness fill him. His moan was long and full of sheer delight.

"Gonna make you come so hard," Harry promised in a moan, grasping Draco's hips and purposely laying his hand over the lion.

Draco would not be surprised if his moans were loud enough to be heard outside now, Harry's flesh and magic almost too much. His right hand was near white knuckled where he held the bench, and the silver might leave a dent. "Yes, take me, fuck me," he growled back.

Harry moved forward hard, entranced with the way Draco's body looked and felt. "Fuck yes," he hissed and snarled. "Mine!"

Each thrust forward filled Draco, making his body shudder and his skin shiver with the magic that came with Harry's excitement.

Harry's breathing sped up and he bit his lip tightly and grasped even tighter. "Fuck, Draco, coming!" he shouted, bending again to grasp the bench as he spilled his seed.

Draco's seed splattered on the bench below and he curled forward, nearly collapsing onto the bench, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, yes," he whispered.

Harry pressed the side of his face to Draco's back, his eyes closed as he panted. "Yes," he echoed his husband.

Draco's knees shook and he began to chuckle.

Harry laughed lowly as well, kissing Draco's skin as he shakily tried to push himself up.

Once his husband slipped from his body and stepped back, Draco sank to his knees on the floor, laughing in earnest now.

Harry raised his eyebrows, watching Draco with amusement.

Draco pushed his hair off his face, tossing it back over his shoulder and looked up at his husband, still laughing. "How are you at repairing wood?" he managed after a minute and then pointed to where he had scored the edge of the bench with his silver fingers.

Harry joined in with the laughter then. "Merlin, that thing could be dangerous," he said, thinking of how the benches in the locker room back home looked.

Draco pulled himself up to sit on the bench, careful to avoid both the slick spot and the gouges in the wood. He reached for Harry, drawing him close for a kiss.

Harry smiled, kissing Draco thoroughly as he let his arms rest atop his broad shoulders.

Draco finally pulled back, smiling happily up at him. "We should get that shower now before someone catches the Snitch and this room is full of shocked Quidditch players, including Oliver Wood."

Harry grinned. "Good idea," he said, pulling Draco up.

Draco cast a Cleaning Charm on the bench and floor and smirked while Harry managed to repair the worst of the damage to the bench. Then they actually did shower, just managing to get dressed when they heard the roar of the crowd outside that signalled someone had indeed caught the Snitch.

Harry ruffled his own wet hair, drying it quickly. "Just in time," he said, letting out a short laugh, as he reached for Draco's hand and then headed for the door.

***

Harry led them both up the stairs and into the box their family and friends were gathered in.

"Merlin," said Ron, beaming as he waved them over. "What took you so long to get up here?"

"Just took a quick shower," Harry answered, managing to cover his blush.

Ron didn't seem to find anything wrong with that answer, and if he did, Harry didn't think he cared very much. "That was brilliant!" Ron said. "It looked great out there!"

Mr Weasley lightly clapped Harry on the back. "You did an incredible job, Harry. The crowd loved watching you and the broom looked amazing." Harry flushed slightly at the praise and smiled first at Ron and then Mr Weasley.

Valen was bouncing up and down, not wanting to be left out. "Daddy Harry flies better than anyone!"

Draco grinned, nodding. He certainly agreed with that. "I think it was a good demonstration and the news combined with the ads in the Daily Prophet should really make the opening."

Harry grinned, ruffling Valen's hair.

"It certainly should," Mrs Weasley agreed. "You did wonderfully, dear," she said to Harry. She actually didn't attend too many Quidditch matches, but had come to see the Abraxan flown in public for the first time. Then she turned to Ron, kissing him on the cheek as she congratulated him.

"Aye, not so bad," drawled a voice from behind.

Harry turned, still grinning as his eyes met the sight of Oliver Wood, still in his uniform. He held a hand out to him. "Not so bad yourself from what I saw," he answered.

"We won," Wood said, nodding and shaking Harry's hand. He nodded to Draco and reached a hand out to Ron. "And that broom of yours is fantastic.”

Ron shook the offered hand enthusiastically. "Can't thank you enough for helping us out, mate," he said, his voice as enthusiastic as his greeting.

Wood smiled and glanced around the box at the family, grinning. "Aye, well, I think the broom helped us win this one."

"You fly good, too," Valen declared and Wood laughed, smiling down at him.

Harry snorted, looking down at Valen as well.

"Okay, okay," said a voice from next to them. "Your daddies are right here."

Harry turned his head to see Ginny, hefting a squirming April in her arms. "She's going to absolutely die without one of you," she said, sounding a bit amused.

Harry chuckled, reaching for the little girl and kissing her forehead.

Wood grinned. "Cute kids," he said to Harry, but his eyes stayed on Ginny.

"Valen and April," Draco said, smirking, "and I think you may have met Ron's sister, Ginny, back at Hogwarts."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at Draco, but held her hand out to Oliver. "Sure, I remember you," she said with a smile. "Left after my second year. Great game."

"Ye were such a little thing then," Wood teased, holding her hand just a little longer than usual.

Ginny's eyes may have glinted. "Well, maybe then," she said, still smiling.

It was clear from Wood's eyes that he liked the way she looked now. "You like Quidditch?" he asked.

"Love it," said Ginny. "Played Seeker and Chaser back in school."

"Replaced me for a bit when I couldn't play," said Harry, grinning at Draco quickly before glancing back.

Draco grinned and rolled his eyes. "Why don't we go out for dinner to celebrate the Abraxan's début. Wood, care to join us?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," said Ron, who had been staring a little oddly between Ginny and Oliver, but now seemed happy. "Come with us."

"Aye," Wood grinned, "It'd be a pleasure."