Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry shut Valen's bedroom door very quietly once the boy had fallen asleep. He and Draco had already put April to bed. It was surprising really. She was usually the one that took longer.

They'd had a quiet dinner and night at home with only their children. Ron and Hermione had gone out to eat and to see a film, The Lord of the Rings. It was adapted from a book Hermione had read, of course. Ron had come back amused, but amazed, as he always did about Muggle movies, and he'd gone on for ages about the ways Muggles had of trying to have a go at magic.

Harry shook his head, stepping into his and Draco's room to begin getting ready for bed himself. "We should go on a date," he said absently as he rid himself of his clothes and pulled the covers back on his side of the mattress.

Draco arched an eyebrow. They did go to dinner and sometimes dancing, but hadn't been going out as much lately. "Sounds nice," he agreed.

"Yeah." Harry sat down and pulled the covers up over his body, then raised a hand to spell away Draco's clothes as well. "We should go to that film Ron and Hermione went to."

Draco made a kind of half grimace, part smile. "You want me to go to a Muggle film about magic?" he asked dubiously.

Harry chuckled. "Well, they said it was good, and we've never been to a film together. You've never even been to one at all, and I've only been twice. It would be fun."

Draco looked sceptical. "No, I have never been to a Muggle theatre," he confirmed. "Did you like it when you went?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I hadn't," Harry answered. "Dudley hogged all the popcorn and soda, but it was fun."

"Popcorn?" Draco asked as he slid into bed and scooted closer to his husband.

"You've never heard of popcorn?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Should I have?" Draco asked, turning on his side and propping his head on his hand as they talked.

Harry snorted. "It's just surprising is all," he replied. "It’s food, and a lot of people eat it when they go to the cinema."

"So we will sit in the dark and watch a Muggle story about magic and eat popping corn?" Draco asked with a smirk.

Harry chuckled again. "If you want, and it's not only about magic. There's a story to follow as well."

Draco still found the idea dubious but there was little he wouldn't do for Harry. "In the dark with you, I might have other ideas," he teased.

"Don't you always?" Harry teased back, pressing a kiss to Draco's lips.

"Always," Draco whispered, licking at his husband's lips and sliding a hand up into his hair.

***

Harry couldn't believe Draco was actually with him, at a Muggle theatre, seeing a Muggle film, surrounded by Muggles, and it hadn't even taken that much convincing to get him to go. He counted out the pounds to hand over for their tickets, holding in his laugh as his husband was jostled by some enthusiastic children standing in the queue behind them.

Draco was wearing Muggle clothing. And it felt like the fabric chafed. He didn't know if maybe he imagined it. And the tag at the back of the shirt was rubbing against his skin. He gave the children a glare and held Harry's hand tighter. As they stepped to the door, he imitated Harry who held the piece of paper out to a teenager in a uniform who tore it.

Harry was really trying desperately not to laugh. Draco pretending to be a Muggle was absolutely priceless. "You want some of that 'popping corn'?" he teased when they were inside.

Draco frowned. He knew Harry was teasing him but didn't know what was funny. "If that is what one eats here," he said cautiously, looking around at all the blinking lights and sniffing at the strange smell of the place.

Harry couldn't help it then and he did laugh, leading Draco over to the concession stand. "Do you want something to drink as well?" he asked, looking at their choices over the shoulder of a rather round man.

Draco followed where Harry was looking and tried to figure out the list of options. "Do you have a suggestion for something?" he asked.

Harry cocked his head to the side. "Well, do you want something that tastes more like fizzy juice, or cola?"

"Fizzy juice?" Draco said, still unsure. "Oh, that's chocolate," he said when he saw a box of candies. "I like chocolate."

Harry laughed again, rather loudly, and a few of the surrounding people stared at him. "I'll get some of those then, too," he said. He ended up getting sodas for both of them, a large bag of popcorn, and the chocolates. "Here," he said, handing the soda over as they moved for the theatre number printed on their tickets. "Does that taste all right?"

Draco sipped the drink through the straw, making a face again he did. "Very sweet," he said. He was looking curiously at the bag of yellow corn. He followed his husband into a crowded room with rows of seats and low lights.

Harry chose as private a spot as he could without giving up getting a good view, which meant that they were still surrounded by other people, but not overwhelmingly so. He handed the popcorn over, watching Draco's face.

"So this is edible?" Draco asked, eyes narrowed sceptically as he picked at white puffs coated in something greasy.

"Yes," Harry assured, demonstrating the fact by lifting some to his mouth. "I think it tastes good," he shrugged.

Draco trusted Harry, really he did, but they didn't always agree on things. Harry ate things like Treacle Tart, for example. So the blond was understandably wary as he put the thing in his mouth. "Salty," he said.

Harry nodded in agreement. "And it gets stuck in your teeth really horribly, but it's still good."

Draco took another one and then another sip of the syrupy drink. It was odd but they did seem to go well together. Then the lights dimmed and the large screen lit up.

Harry sat back in his seat, almost more interested in watching Draco than he was in watching the film itself.

The first thing about it was that it was loud – very loud. It startled Draco and he didn't like that. And there were all these bits and pieces about other movies before the movie they were there for. But once the story started, he found himself getting caught up in it.

Harry found it rather interesting as well. The old wizard inevitably reminded him of Dumbledore, and it was quite sad when he died. Harry also felt bad for Frodo, feeling he could definitely relate to what he went through.

Draco thought that putting all that power in one magical artifact like a ring, was probably a bad idea. There were things that were uncomfortably like their own war with Voldemort too. The elves amused him, seeming to resemble pure-blood wizards, especially in attitude, more than house-elves.

Harry was amused by the elves in the same sense, only because he knew exactly what Draco was thinking about it. However, there was one elf that was not amusing at all, but incredibly good-looking. Harry's eyes were drawn to him every time he was on screen, and he hoped he wouldn't die in any of the fights only to watch him some more.

Draco found a number of the characters sexy, but the one he was most attracted to was the one called Strider who turned out to be some kind of prince, really named Aragorn. He scooted closer, hand slipping over the armrest dividing him from his husband and taking his hand.

Harry smiled, threading their fingers together.

"The ring is like a Horcrux," Draco whispered when Boromir was nearly possessed by it.

Harry hadn't even thought of that, but it really was, and he nodded. At least Frodo didn't need to get rid of seven of them. He was so caught up in the film that he was shocked when it ended without telling the rest.

He stretched stiff limbs, reaching to pull his coat on. "There must be a sequel," he sighed.

"All that and we don't get to find out how it ends?" Draco complained. He was surprised to realise that they had managed to eat all the corn and the chocolates while they watched.

Harry smiled, amused again. "So you liked a Muggle film enough to want to know the end?"

Draco snorted, but took his husband's hand, pulling him against his own body. "It was interesting," Draco admitted.

They were stared at, but Harry ignored it. "Weird how similar it was to ... some things."

"Does that make you Frodo," Draco teased, nipping at his lover's lips despite the disapproving sounds of some of other people leaving the theatre.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I suppose," he said. "Hopefully I'm not that short."

"No, not that short," Draco teased. "You look like that prince to me."

"Oh really?" Harry said loftily. "He was shaggable. Can you guess who I liked?"

Draco flushed. "Mmm, the blond?" he guessed.

Harry laughed softly. "Ooh, you're good," he said, tugging on a strand of Draco's blond hair.

"So you think Aragorn and Legolas ...?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.

Harry grinned. "Well, it had to have been lonely on that big, long journey," he said as his voice dropped lower.

Someone behind them cleared their throat and Draco released Harry. He had just been about to grope his husband in the middle of the mostly empty theatre. He looked up to see one of the employees waiting by the door.

Harry blushed, shaking his head. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

Draco took Harry's hand and led them out, aroused and eager to be alone with his husband.

They headed out of the theatre and around to where they couldn't be seen in order to Apparate home, and Harry was still amused and aroused both as they handed their coats to the house-elf. "If you were an elf, you would be one of those hot ones," he said.

Draco arched an eyebrow at his husband. "I would certainly hope so," he said indignantly. The children would mostly likely be in bed already, so he drew his husband against him and Apparated to their bedroom.

A moment after they landed in the room, Ron poked his head inside their door. "I thought I heard you," he said, completely ignoring how Harry and Draco were pressed together. It was a normal occurrence, after all. "We just put April in her cot."

"Okay," Harry answered, impatient and trying not to show it. "Thanks for watching them."

"They were good," Ron nodded. "Did you like the film?"

Harry stared at him pointedly.

Draco snorted but nodded.

Ron laughed at them. "The elf?" he asked Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrows, but laughed as well. "Yeah, if you're talking about what I think you are."

Ron shook his head. "I knew you'd like the poncy one," he teased. "'Night," he added, ducking out before Draco could retort.

Draco shook his head but then turned his attention back to his husband. "So you were going to tell me how Aragorn turned to Legolas on their long journey," he prompted, voice low.

Harry smiled, sliding his hands into the back pockets of Draco's jeans. His arse really did look amazing in them. "Well," he started, "maybe Legolas would walk in on Aragorn 'polishing his sword' and offer him a helping hand."

Draco laughed in delight, sliding a hand between them and cupping the front of Harry's jeans. "Oh, yes, he would want to aid his hero."

Harry's eyelids drooped with the sensation of Draco's warm hand. "And Aragorn would gladly accept the aid of those clever, quick archer's fingers."

Draco chuckled warmly, using said fingers to unfasten Harry's jeans and slide them inside. "Legolas would want to serve his future king and companion," he said, then slid to his knees, looking up at Harry.

Harry's cock seemed to leap up and he gasped quietly, his fingers slipping into silky blond hair. "There's no doubt he would serve very well," he breathed.

Draco's looked up in both amusement and awe at his beautiful husband. He wrapped long fingers around Harry's shaft and then ran his tongue up the underside of it. "Such a beautiful sword," he teased.

Harry released a soft groan and smiled. "Luckily, this one has never been broken to pieces."

"Feels firm and fine to me," Draco said, drawing the foreskin back and swirling his tongue over the sensitive head.

"And your skills seem quite satisfactory," Harry replied as a prickling, pleasurable heat spread across his skin.

"Satisfactory?" Draco asked with an arched eyebrow.

Harry grinned down at him and flicked Draco's nose. "No talking back to your king," he drawled, knowing that his flushed face and terribly erect cock gave away just how 'satisfactory' he found Draco's skills.

Draco grinned and leant forward, sliding his lips over the ‘crown’ of said king's arousal, licking and sucking.

"Ahh, yeah," Harry sighed, his head falling back. He gripped Draco's hair tighter, pushing and pulling.

Draco loved it when Harry pulled his hair like that and it spurred on his own arousal as he slid his mouth further down Harry's shaft, humming in delight.

Harry arched forward into that wet, soft heat, his mouth falling open. "Yes, suck me," he whispered, spreading his legs wider even though he was still in his trousers.

Draco did, taking more of Harry's cock into his mouth, pressing it into the back of his throat. His fingers moved up and down with his mouth, stroking Harry as he sucked him.

Harry gasped in delight, but then gripped Draco's hair even tighter, pulling him back. "I want you to bend over for me," he told him.

Draco licked his lips. "Anywhere you like, your majesty," he answered with a smirk.

Harry chuckled in a deeply aroused sort of way. "Strip," he ordered, smugly removing his own shirt and tossing it carelessly aside.

Draco got to his feet, quickly removing the Muggle clothes and tossing them onto a chair. He smiled, stroking his own cock and waiting for Harry's next command.

"Mmm, someone as beautiful as you are shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes," Harry purred, both serious and wondering if Draco would get the underlying joke about elves.

"Git," Draco chided, shaking his head. "You want me naked around everyone?" he added, knowing that unlikely given Harry's jealousy.

Harry snorted. "No," he answered, rolling his eyes. "And you're slipping out of character." He removed his jeans, shoes, and socks with his magic, then stepped forward to spread his hands over Draco's chest.

Draco grinned. "My apologies, Sire," he replied but couldn't keep the amusement from his voice.

Harry laughed. "Well, I'm not king yet," he said. "Just a fierce, gorgeous warrior, for now." He waggled his eyebrows.

"I'd still like to show you my appreciation and pledge my ... service to you," Draco purred.

Harry began to kiss and nibble Draco's skin. "And I will certainly want to make sure my loyal subjects are always pleased."

"Mmm," Draco hummed, hands sliding around Harry's waist, caressing him.

Harry grasped Draco's arse with both hands, squeezing as if testing the feel of it. "And you know what else?" he whispered.

"What?" Draco asked breathlessly, moving closer so that his arousal slid against Harry's.

"I believe I've found the perfect sheath for my sword," Harry answered, sliding one hand down the crack of Draco's arse.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that bad joke. "Perfect for you, I agree," he whispered.

Harry laughed again, kissing Draco's lips as his fingers played lightly over the blond's entrance. "Now I believe I told you to bend over," he said.

"As you command, Sire," Draco said, still smirking as he turned around. He leant forward and braced himself against the foot of their bed.

Harry took in the view quite happily, landing a smart smack on one of Draco's arsecheeks. "Now, if you're half as good with this as you are with that bow, I believe we'll have a beautiful fellowship," he grinned.

"Elves are long lived. I've been around longer than you have," Draco retorted, rotating his hips suggestively.

Harry grasped those rotating hips with eager hands. "Sounds promising," he said. "You may please me yet." He thought it was funny and hot at the same time, oddly enough.

Draco looked back over his shoulder with a smirk. "As you wish, my king," he responded, his cock hanging hard and leaking as he waited for Harry to ‘sheath his sword.’

Simply because he could, Harry loaded his fingertips with magic to trail them over Draco's skin on the path towards his entrance again. He performed the Lubrication Charm against that tight hole and muttered, "How incredibly amazing," in a pseudo-shocked voice. "I seem to have developed sexual powers."

Draco gasped and then chuckled at his lover's odd humour. He spread his legs wider. "Maybe you have found the ring you have been looking for," he teased.

Harry couldn't help but laugh loudly at that one, even while sliding fingers into his husband's arse. "Merlin," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Or Gandalf," Draco laughed, body shivering as he opened to his husband's touch and magic.

Harry began laughing yet again, positively giddy with humour. "If we don't stop, I'm never going to get it in."

"Oh, that would be a tragedy, Sire," Draco quipped, but it was heartfelt.

"Quite the tragedy," Harry agreed, pressing his fingers to Draco's prostate as he stretched him, and moving in to press close and let Draco feel just how hard he was.

Draco moaned at both sensations, his body quivering around those fingers. "Oh, please," he gasped.

Harry leant down and licked the skin between Draco's shoulder blades. He slid his fingers slowly and teasingly away, then grasped his cock to tease Draco's opening with that as well.

The blond whimpered, probably not something an elf in the movie would do, but he didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. He arched his back more, lifting his hips and trying to encourage Harry.

"Do you want it?" Harry whispered between wet kisses to Draco's skin, more aroused now than anything else.

"Yes, please fuck me," Draco begged, shaking with desire now.

Harry began to push forward, but stopped just shy of actually breaching the blond, his breath coming in quick pants. "Please, what?" he whispered, cock pulsing.

Draco whined this time but then tried to remember the game. "Please, your majesty," he moaned.

Harry grinned and moved inside, his mouth open against Draco's back. He took skin between his teeth, not quite biting down, but holding it there.

The delicious slide of Harry's cock into him with the counterpoint of teeth on his skin had Draco whimpering in pleasure this time, hands fisting in the blanket on the bed. "Yessss!"

Harry began to increase the pressure of the bite as he moved his hips back and forward, firm and smooth.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Draco responded enthusiastically, forehead resting on the bed as he arched into it.

Harry pulled up then to thrust even more firmly, taking a possessive hold on Draco's hips as he did.

"Yes, yours," Draco gasped, feeling his husband's magic crackling over his skin and in each thrust.

"Mine," Harry responded, somewhat breathless, but still persistently strong in his movements. He kept his eyes open, watching the way Draco arched, taking every slide forward.

Draco moaned, holding nothing back. Pre-come dripped from his cock as it bounced with every thrust.

The harder Harry fucked Draco, the harder it became to hold back himself. He gasped and finally had to let his eyes fall shut, his fingers digging into Draco's skin as he pulled him onto his cock over and over again, teeth bared with the pleasure of it. "Close!" he gasped, even though Draco would be able to tell.

Draco could barely breathe for the magic sparking through his body. Sweat gleamed on his skin in the candlelight and he was panting. "Yesss," he managed to hiss.

Harry's spine curved inward with the force of his orgasm and his mouth opened in a long, loud shout in the direction of the ceiling.

Draco's release shuddered through his body with Harry's magic, like a hot blast from the inside out, body trembling and knees wobbling to keep upright.

Carefully pulling out, Harry then flopped onto his back on the bed, reaching to pull at Draco's arms.

Draco happily crawled into his husband's embrace. "My hero," he whispered.

"Your sated hero," Harry replied with a smile. "That was fun."

Draco's sweaty face was pressed to his lover's equally damp chest. He licked the skin. "I will be your sheath any time, Sire," he teased.

Harry's smile widened. "Is that what we're going to do every time we see a film now?" he asked, implying that they would see more.

Draco chuckled. "If I get that every time I go to the movies," he said. "Much better than the greasy corn."

"You get that any time you want," Harry said suggestively, leaning down to kiss.

Draco lifted his head, kissing Harry with slow sensuality that suited his relaxed state. Then he curled comfortably against him, head on Harry's shoulder. Like many times when they were like this, his gaze was drawn to the 'H' on the canopy support. "They write stories about magic but they don't even know the most powerful wizard in the world lives among them," he said softly.

"It's still strange to think of it that way," Harry said in reply. "Most powerful wizard in the world? I'll never be used to it."

Draco sometimes found it strange himself – strange that Harry hadn't know that he was capable of so much power. And, as a sensitive, it seemed absolutely obvious to him. It was like the rest of the world was blind and he was trying to describe colour. "Strider didn't look like much to outsiders either," he pointed out.

Harry snorted. "I thought I was technically Frodo."

"Well, you do have hairy toes," Draco smirked.

Harry pulled a face and lifted his leg to examine his foot. "I guess," he agreed. "The most powerful wizard with hairy feet."

Draco snickered, ruffling his husband's hair on his head too. "Very hairy," he teased.

"That is my name," Harry pointed out.

"Then I suppose it suits you," Draco said, grinning and looking at his husband with sparkling eyes. After a minute, his face smoothed out, his expression serious. "So does Frodo make it?" he asked.

"I don't know the end," Harry answered, pushing Draco's hair away from his face.

"Hemione said it was based on several books," Draco said. "We should read them."

Harry smiled in amusement. "No patience for the sequel?"

"How long until the next part?" Draco asked sceptically.

Harry chuckled. "I don't know," he said. "I could ask Hermione for her books, though."

"Good," Draco answered, giving him a kiss. "Want me to read them to you? Maybe we will find more ... inspiration?"

Harry smiled at the suggestion. "Sounds very good to me," said Harry. "And inspiration will be easy to find with you reading the words with that sexy voice."

Draco flushed happily at that and relaxed against his husband.