Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Once again, Harry found himself lying in bed with Draco after having put Valen and April to bed, only it was dark outside now, and they were under the covers for the night. It had been a rather eventful day. Hermione was pregnant, Valen had been sort of told about sex, and had proclaimed he wanted a brother.

It was the last bit that had Harry really thinking. He turned to his husband right then, propping his head up on his hand. "A brother, eh?" he said, repeating his line from earlier.

Draco reached up to stroke his husband's hair, smiling. "He did seem to be rather determined about that part," he said softly.

"He's rather determined about everything," Harry said with a wry smile. "What do you think?"

"Are you asking if I want to make another baby with you? Or whether the sex of the child matters to me?" Draco asked, smirking.

"I suppose you should answer the first before the second," Harry answered with a smirk of his own.

Draco's smirk grew into a grin and his fingers slid deeper into his lover's hair. "You know I do," he said in a voice gone deeper with desire.

Harry licked his lips. "You know, it's rather strange that you get turned on thinking of it," he said, though his smile gave away his delight with his husband. "What is it about it that does it for you?"

Draco shivered, because it was true – it really did do it for him. He was aroused almost instantly at the thought. He flushed, trying to figure out a way to explain. "What part do you wonder about?" he asked, voice husky. "The part where I make love to you, feel our magic combine? Or the part where I can feel that life growing inside you and know that it is our love that made it? Or the part where I look into the eyes of our child?"

Harry's eyes actually drooped with those words. "I think all of it sounds wonderful," he said, his voice dropping lower now too.

"Wonderful," Draco echoed, fingers curling into the hair at the back of Harry's head. He licked his lips. "So you'll do it?" he asked, nearly whispering.

Harry felt his heart speed up and nodded.

"Oh, yes," Draco breathed in excitement and desire. He tugged gently, hoping to encourage his lover to more.

"But not now," Harry whispered, bringing his mouth to Draco's for a long, languid kiss. "Let's time with Hermione."

Draco relaxed into the kiss, silver hand coming up to slide over Harry's back. "Mmhmm," he agreed, nipping at Harry's chin.

Harry smiled, pressing closer to Draco and kissing him again. "Want to have your baby inside me," he whispered truthfully. "Another son."

Draco groaned then, desire flaring even hotter inside him. He pulled Harry's body tight against his own.

Harry took in a shuddering breath, licking Draco's lips, hands sliding over pale skin before he whispered, "Fuck me."

***

A month had passed since Hermione had announced her pregnancy, which meant that she was four months along. When Harry and Draco had told her that they were thinking about having another baby as well, she had actually suggested timing the pregnancies before they could even bring it up. She was so excited about the idea of having children the exact same age, and thus able to attend school together and be in the same year, that she actually gave them the very day she and Ron had conceived – rather embarrassingly for Ron, as it was his birthday, March first.

Draco's twenty-second birthday passed, and all of June with it. Planning the pregnancies together required Harry and Draco to conceive in early July, and so when it approached, it was exactly what they intended to do.

Ron and Hermione took the children on the evening of July first. Though conceiving didn't actually take much more than normal sex, it was special, and nice, that their friends had given them the night to be with each other. Right then, Harry sat listening to Draco play piano. It was one of Harry’s favourite things, something he still found very sexy and romantic. He didn't know what it was about it. Just that Draco was willing to play for him was a complete delight.

Draco's long fingers played over the keyboard, letting his feelings flow through them and into the music he made. He loved his husband, now more than ever. He was excited on many levels and he wanted to make this perfect.

Harry adored the look of concentration on Draco's face and sat watching him for a few more minutes, but then he stood, wanting to touch his husband. He came up quietly behind him and lightly wound his arms about Draco's middle, bending to rest his chin on Draco's shoulder.

Draco trembled, fingers faltering a touch but he focused and managed to continue playing.

Harry smiled, watching Draco's hands, listening to the sounds filling the room, listening to the way they seemed to tell him what Draco was feeling. It sounded exceptionally good to him. "I love it when you do this," he said lowly into his husband's ear. It meant everything to Harry that he was able to hold the memory of how each child was conceived; the tender moments that went into the creation of each baby.

Harry's breath against his ear made Draco gasp and he huffed, still smiling. He tried to focus on the finish of the song, so close but so was his husband.

Still smiling, Harry kissed Draco's earlobe, and then pulled on it very gently with his teeth.

Draco hit a wrong note, wincing and hissing from both the sound and the lovely tremor down his body. Humming in amusement, Harry continued to kiss and nibble his husband's skin until Draco's fingers stilled on the keys, leaning his head away and giving his lover better access to his neck.

Harry licked Draco then, dragging his tongue over his throat. "Are you ready?" he whispered against his wet patch of skin.

"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, quickly closing the lid to the piano and turning to wrap arms around Harry.

Harry gasped in surprise at Draco's enthusiasm, but he grinned and brought his lips to Draco's.

Draco kissed him passionately, licking and sucking on Harry's lips as his hands slid around to cup Harry's arse.

"Mmm," Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco's next, his body heating with arousal. "I want you inside me," he whispered.

"Deep inside you," Draco agreed, whispering it against his husband's ear. "So will we conceive our son on the piano or in our bed?"

Harry groaned quietly. "Wherever you want me," he breathed.

"I want you everywhere and in every way possible," Draco said, a familiar line but one he still felt passionately. He grinned though at the idea of the piano. "Strip us," he said huskily.

Harry immediately did so, and then ran eager hands over his husband's body. "Perhaps we'll have a musician," he whispered, kissing Draco again.

Draco grinned even more when his husband's words were so close to his own thoughts. He got to his feet, still touching and holding him. "Brace yourself on the piano," he told him.

Harry nodded, eyes heavily lidded with desire as he moved to do as Draco said. He pushed his arse out for his lover's eyes, staring back over his shoulder.

Draco's cock twitched, filling quickly as his eyes slid over his beautiful husband. "I am going to make you whimper and beg me, Harry," he promised darkly.

Harry felt a scorching heat flood in his lower half and his cock jumped powerfully. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, pushing his arse out a little more to tempt Draco into action.

Draco chuckled. "What is it I called you the first time in the hospital wing bathroom?" he asked, reaching fingers up to trail his nails down Harry's spine.

Harry almost wanted to roll his eyes, but chuckled deeply as he shivered with sensation. "Gryffindor paragon," he said.

"Oh, yes, and a wanton thing," he purred, fingernails swirling over the flesh of his lover's back.

"Very wanton at the moment," Harry said breathlessly.

Draco loved to tease his eager husband. He focused for a moment, lowering the temperature of his silver hand and then reaching to trail the now cold tips over the same path.

Harry hissed in surprise from the new sensation, groaning. He wondered right then if it was possible that the sex really defined their children's personalities. Valen was determination personified, and the sex during which he had been conceived had been very determined. April was an unpredictable whirl of emotion, and she had been conceived on a spur of the moment decision after ages of her fathers being unable to touch. Harry wondered if the child they were about to make would be a well-organised, kinky pianist.

Draco was focused on his lover's body – the way his arms strained to hold the edge of the piano, his legs trembling and his buttocks flexing. He smiled as his flesh fingers caressed Harry's twitching arsecheeks and the cold fingers moved to the crevice between them.

Harry gasped now at the stark contrast of his very warm skin and the coldness of the metal.

Draco slowly switched them, his cold hand squeezing Harry's arse and his warmer fingers sliding down to tease his lover's opening. He leant forward, licking along Harry's right shoulder blade.

A low, throaty moan spilled from Harry's lips, his hole twitching and tightening under Draco's fingers. He sighed with the feeling of his husband's slick tongue on his skin, with the sensations of switching from hot to cold.

Draco licked along his lover's other shoulder blade and then down his spine. He bent to one knee, as he shifted the temperature of his hand again to match the other and spread his lover's arse as his tongue slid down the dark skin between the cheeks.

Harry groaned loudly then, his toes and fingers curling. "Fuck, yes, Draco, don't stop," he said, quite as wanton as he had been a moment ago.

"You love my tongue," Draco whispered, licking slowly with long swipes until he reached his lover's entrance. Then, breath ghosting over it, he missed that spot and continued licking below toward his lover's balls.

Growling in frustration, Harry closed his eyes as Draco teased him, though his cock twitched again. Draco chuckled, sucking and licking at the soft sac while his fingers kneaded Harry's arse.

"Draco," Harry moaned, not even meaning to allow the slight whine in his voice

Draco sucked those delicate orbs into his mouth, tonguing one and then the other.

Harry growled again, leaning more heavily against the piano. "Feels good," he gasped. "I know where it might feel – mmm – better."

Draco hummed, the vibration against his lover's balls.

"Ah! Shit," Harry breathed, squirming slightly. "Now," he pleaded. "Want your tongue."

Draco flicked that tongue against his lover's balls again.

"In my arse," Harry elaborated, in the unlikely event that Draco needed clarification.

Draco laughed softly, working his tongue back up over his lover's perineum and finally to that tight hole.

"Yes," Harry groaned in relief as he felt that hot, slick wetness. He pushed back into Draco's face a bit. "Please, yes."

Draco complied, his cock twitching hard as he pressed the tip of his tongue into Harry's hole.

Harry let his head fall forward to rest against one arm as he sighed and moaned. His cock ached and his belly was filled with liquid heat. The warm invasion launched by Draco set Harry's body in motion and he shook and trembled with each tiny thrust.

Draco wiggled his tongue inside his lover, holding him spread as he did. He loved the sounds his husband was making.

"God, yes. Fuck, Draco, fuck," Harry gasped and babbled. "Love your hot tongue, love your mouth. Feels so fucking good."

The blond slurped and sucked and thrust his tongue in and out of Harry, shuddering with his desire as he did.

Harry had begun to rock with the movements, cock so hard he could barely think. "Fuck me!" he cried. "Fuck, Draco, want your cock!"

Draco wanted to be inside him too. He nipped at his lover's buttock as he pulled back and got to his feet, hands sliding over his lover's hips.

"Please," Harry whimpered, slicking his hand and holding it out to Draco, who slid his fingers over Harry's, slicking them and then reaching down to press inside. "Mmm, yes," Harry sighed, readying himself for the magic they were about to use.

"Gonna fill you with my cock and my seed," Draco growled. "Going to make another son with you." His fingers worked quickly, knowing well how to prepare his husband.

Harry groaned deeply, arching as more heat seemed to spread through him. "Yes," he readily agreed. "Draco, now."

The blond slid his finger out and pressed his cock against his lover's entrance, rubbing it before pressing forward. Harry groaned again with entry, pressing back to meet Draco's hips. Draco used his silver hand to hold Harry's hip and his other to reach around him, wrapping long fingers around his leaking cock. He flexed his own hips, pushing deeper into him.

"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered, letting his eyes fall shut and his husband take over, focusing on making his magic work, on making a little boy.

Draco rocked into him, watching the piano shake as he did. "Your words, our cries, they are my best music," he gasped.

Harry nodded, panting as he listened to their sounds and gasps. He wanted to say something eloquent in return but pulling the magic around them was taking any concentration that wasn't already being driven into a frenzy by his husband's body pushing into him, creating a connection that seemed to mark the beginning of forever.

"My lion, my love, my husband," Draco chanted, pumping his hips with each phrase.

Harry braced himself with one arm, reaching the other to grasp Draco's arse, to pull him tight. He could feel those waves of magic crashing now, signalling that it was working. They were forming another life together. He let out a breathless laugh.

Draco felt Harry's power and the power of the Malfoy Manor swirling through them as his own desire and love felt like a tremendous surge inside him.

"Yes!" Harry cried, coming hard as the waves seemed to rear up over his head and knock him over the edge. Semen spurted from him, splashing onto the floor and over Draco's hand.

Draco threw his head back, crying out as he filled his lover with his seed, the power of their joining sending shocks through his entire body. He held tight to Harry's hip, barely able to stay standing.

Harry shuddered, still shakily holding himself up with one arm. "I love you," he managed to whisper, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

Draco found his knees buckling and rather than fall onto his husband, he slid to the floor, kneeling with his hands on Harry's hips and still panting. "Always," he answered.

Harry turned slowly, going down in front of Draco to wrap arms about him and kiss his lips.

His right hand was still slick with his husband's seed and Draco drew that around to rest on Harry's belly, pressing his face cheek-to-cheek with Harry and closing his eyes as he concentrated on the spot. The flutter of magic was there. Different from either of their other two children but very clear.

Harry's smile grew and he drew back to look at Draco, sliding a hand along his face. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the amazed look in Draco's eyes; a look that he recalled seeing twice before.

"I can feel him," Draco whispered. "He feels warm and steady."

Harry sighed with contentment, moving forward and pressing even closer to his husband. "Here we go again," he said happily.

"At least now I know where to get all the weird Muggle foods you crave," Draco teased, nipping at Harry's chin.

Harry laughed. "I wonder what Valen and April will think about the way I'll look."

Draco nuzzled his lover's neck, silver fingers holding him as his others stayed on Harry's belly. "Oh, I think they will drive us crazy with questions," he said.

Harry snorted quietly. "They already do that," he said.

The blond chuckled, rubbing himself sensuously against his lover in that way that Harry always said reminded him of a cat.

Harry grinned and kissed Draco. "Have you been watching Shredni again, my sexy husband?" he teased in a murmur against his lips.

"Mmm, he learnt it from me," Draco whispered and then nibbled on Harry's bottom lip.

Harry swiped his tongue out against Draco's lips and teeth. "I think we should go to bed," he said. "And then you can show me a little more."

"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, smiling as he got to his feet. With the children watched for the day, he fully intended to make love to his husband as many times as he could manage it.