Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry was trying to feed Sev his mashed bananas, but he kept laughing at something and spitting them out, tiny clumps clinging to his chin and falling to his bib. Harry was sure it was April or Valen making faces at the baby, but every time he turned his head they simply pretended to be eating their oatmeal calmly. Harry huffed. It was actually pretty funny, but it was difficult to get the baby fed.

Hermione was feeding Emily, who was laughing as well, but not quite as much as Sev was. Ron was behind the sports section of the Daily Prophet, dropping eggs down his shirt as he tried to take a bite without looking. He looked down and frowned at the spilt food as if it had appeared there by magic.

Draco smirked, watching his family as he read the financial section of the paper. Valen was making faces at his little brother but managed the calm disinterested look when Harry turned around. It still amazed Draco, who had been called the ‘Ice Prince’ by house mates, that his heart felt so warm and full at little domestic moments like this.

Leakey popped in next to him, mail on a silver tray. Most of it, as usual, was business related. But one envelope was on very expensive parchment. He had received enough wedding announcements in recent years to recognise one immediately.

"Anything for me?" Ron asked, still not looking from the paper and trying to aim for his mouth with a piece of toast.

Draco was distracted, opening the invitation and then staring in surprise at the words there.

Harry looked over his shoulder when there was no answer from Draco. "What's that?" he asked.

"A wedding invitation," Draco said softly.

Harry raised an eyebrow and tried to think of any unmarried couples that they knew. "We don't know anyone getting married, do we?" he said. "Who's the wedding for?"

Draco took a breath. He looked up at Harry. "Theodore Nott," he answered.

Harry raised both eyebrows.

"Oh, he's getting married?" said Hermione, looking over now too. "Who's he marrying?"

"Antoinette Reveia," Draco answered. "I think she went to Beaubaxtons."

"Maybe Fleur knows her," said Ron.

Harry nodded. "When's the wedding?" he asked, watching Draco's face curiously. He wasn't quite sure what he saw in his husband's eyes but it almost looked as if his thoughts were a million miles away. Or years.

"October, in France," Draco answered. He didn't know why it felt odd to be reading about his ex-lover's wedding. It didn't bother him, but he did find his mind flashing back to old memories of the young Theo. The boy had been quiet and clever, and one of the best parts of Draco's early years at Hogwarts. They had been establishing a friendship, of sorts, again, so it surprised Draco that Theo hadn't told him he was getting married.

Harry nodded again, still watching. "You going to go?"

"I should," Draco answered, looking up to meet his husband's eyes. "Will you go with me?"

Harry gave him a small smile. "Certainly," he replied, giving Sev more bananas. In spite of the years and occasional times together, Harry realised he still only knew Theo as much as Theo would allow himself to be shared. He did understand, though, when he observed Draco and Theo chatting or laughing that the man he used to consider a rival was genuinely grateful for his friendship with Draco. Harry would attend the wedding for Draco but also because he did wish Theo well.

"We could celebrate our wedding anniversary in Paris," Draco said, blushing a bit. It was still a running joke among their friends that they had a peculiar fetish for weddings. And they had been to a lot of them in recent years. Their behaviour at Luna and Neville's had been nearly as scandalous as Bill and Fleur's.

Harry snorted, flushing a bit as well. He didn't even know why he still blushed. One would think that he would have been cured of that by now.

April looked at both her fathers questioningly. "Can I go too?" she asked.

Valen had arched an eyebrow at both men's blushes. Draco thought it was odd how a five year old seemed to always catch such things. He swallowed hard and tried to figure out how to answer his daughter. He would prefer to be alone with his husband for their anniversary, but that would mean being away from their children for the trip.

Harry looked at Draco, shrugging while one hand gestured toward the invitation. "Is there anything there about bringing kids?" he asked.

Draco smirked, eyes full of heat as he looked at Harry. "Maybe we should discuss this privately," he suggested.

Valen rolled his eyes and huffed.

Harry blushed a little again as he glanced at Valen. "And this private discussion should take place when?" he said.

Draco looked to Hermione then, because if he was taking his husband off for a ‘private conversation’ then they would need someone to watch the children.

Hermione and Ron were both completely unfazed. She rolled her eyes a bit and Ron shook his head, reading his paper again. "It's adding up," he said, slight amusement in his tone. "Just wait."

"I know," Draco replied, smiling. "After breakfast," he said to Harry.

Harry smirked slightly and nodded, lifting the little spoonful of bananas again. He could hear small sighs coming from Valen's direction and knew his son was indignant that he might be missing out on a grown-up conversation. Valen hated to be left out of anything.

Draco could barely focus on his food after that. He passed Ron's mail across the table to him and then set his own business mail aside. One of the advantages of the work he did was that he could take time from his day to be alone with his husband. And it never ceased to amaze him how much, and how often, he wanted Harry.

Harry had no idea how he and Draco still managed to fuck as many times as they did. Without Ron and Hermione there it would have been impossible. April and Valen finished their oatmeal and Harry finished feeding Sev, and then helped Hermione and Ron set him up in the playpen with Emily in the sitting room. He looked over at Draco, raising an eyebrow.

Draco's grey eyes held his husband's as he nodded, gesturing to the door. Valen asked Ron to play chess, and, as Ron stood to take the game out, Harry smiled mischievously at Draco, taking the lead out of the room.

Draco followed his husband, grinning. "So where should we have this ... conversation?" he asked in voice full of heat.

"Is our bed too tame for you today?" Harry asked with a sly smile, taking hold of Draco's hips. Apparently even thinking about weddings was enough to set the pair of them off in an explosion of desire.

Draco's heart sped up more, shivering at his lover's touch. "Anywhere you want," he whispered.

Harry chuckled lowly, pulling Draco forward and kissing him as he Apparated them to their bedroom anyway.

Draco laughed in delight and pushed his husband back against the bed post, bending to nip at his chin.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, smirking again as he watched Draco. Then he stripped them both quickly, smirk widening into an almost-grin. Harry never tired of watching Draco's face when he did that.

Draco gasped, not in surprise but in perpetual pleasure, as his lover's body was now naked and rubbing against his own. "Yes!"

Harry slid his hands down Draco's back, resting them on the swell of his arse as he pulled him tighter. He loved the way their bodies seemed to meld together fluidly as if two parts of a puzzle were linked to create something whole.

"So good," Draco whispered, his cock sliding against Harry's. "I want you to wrap your beautiful legs around me while I fuck you."

"Mmm," Harry hummed again, his cock jumping. "Fuck, yes."

Draco could, and sometimes did, spend hours making love to his husband. But what he wanted at this moment was a fast hard fuck. He pressed one knee between Harry's legs and reached down to cup Harry's arse, pulling him higher against his body.

Harry groaned loudly, helping to lift himself as he brought arms up around Draco's neck. He could practically feel the heat leaping and twisting off of Draco's body and causing the air around them to shimmer like a desert mirage. He already knew this was going to be good, but then, it was always good.

Draco slid the fingers of one hand down the crevice of his lover's arse. "Make yourself slick for me," he practically growled in Harry's ear.

Harry released a low, shaky breath, using his magic to slick himself where Draco was rubbing rather than slicking his fingers as usual. The urgency was being passed from Draco to Harry and he didn't want to waste a moment.

Draco moaned, feeling the spark of power and then sliding his fingers to press into his lover's hole. "I am going to fill you," he promised.

"Yeah," Harry moaned, clenching his arse. "Please yes." It would be difficult for Harry to choose his favourite moment when he was with Draco but experiencing the first press of fingers inside his body would be near the top of the list. It was always a prelude to something even better separating the walls inside of him and making him feel complete.

Draco chuckled, panting at the feeling of his lover's arse squeezing his fingers. He worked them a minute longer, making sure Harry was ready for him and then pulled his fingers out and grasped Harry's arse, pulling him up until he felt the head of his cock brush Harry's balls.

Harry licked his lips, and then stretched his tongue out and leant forward to lick at Draco's. He brought his legs up, wrapping them firmly around Draco's hips, waiting for his cock. Between them, the dragon and lion tattoos rolled against each other.

Draco moaned again, the head of his cock sliding in the lube until he felt his lover's opening. His fingers tightened, squeezing the flesh of Harry's arse-cheeks as he lowered the man onto his cock.

Harry groaned with entry, cock jumping again and arms tightening around Draco. There was something about this position that made Harry feel even more filled, as if everything in his body was shifted aside for Draco's cock and it took his breath away every time.

Draco felt each inch of the slide into his husband's body, moaning as he did. Harry was so stretched open like this that Draco didn't stop until he felt that tight ring gripping around the base of his cock. Harry's cock and balls were pressed between their bodies. "Oh, I love this, love you," Draco gasped.

"Love you," Harry echoed, holding Draco even tighter in every way he could. "Fuck me."

"Yes," Draco answered and spread his legs a little wider so that he could begin thrusting up into Harry. Every delicious slide out and the hard push in made him moan.

Harry did his best to move with Draco, gasping as the movements were faster, harder. Mostly he just held on and tilted his head back to suck in a few deep breaths in between his moans of pleasure.

Each thrust slid Harry's cock against Draco's belly, leaving a trail of pre-come. "Yes, yes," Draco chanted as he fucked him.

The heat was building up rapidly inside Harry, his cock jerking and spurting. "Fuck yes!" he shouted, coming almost unexpectedly as Draco brushed his prostate. His torso twisted as he rode out the orgasm.

Draco cried out, shoving hard into Harry and struggling to hold himself up as the magic rushed over and through him. He pumped his seed into his lover, fingers digging hard into his arse and face pressed to Harry's neck. Harry smiled, panting blissfully as he clung to his husband.

Draco kissed the sweaty skin of his husband's neck and then shifted them while turning so that he fell backwards on the bed with Harry now atop him. Harry yelped with the unexpected movement, but then grinned down at Draco, bending to kiss him. Chuckling again at his lover's surprise, Draco slid his hands up Harry's back to cup his head as they kissed.

Harry sighed happily, pulling back a little to push the fingers of one hand through Draco's damp hair. Touching and caressing Draco after sex was always nearly as good as the journey that it took to get there.

Draco relaxed, thoroughly kissing Harry, carding fingers through his thick hair as he did. When he pulled back, he smiled again. "So want to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary in Paris?" he asked.

"Could be enjoyable," Harry said with a grin. "The wedding's not on our anniversary, is it?" he asked. It would feel strange to share a wedding anniversary with Theo Nott, no matter how far things had progressed between the pair of them.

"No, the week before," the blond answered. "We'd have to spend at least a week in Paris then."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Without the kids?"

Draco cocked his head, thinking about it. They actually hadn't spent that long away from their children before. "Do you want to?" he asked.

Harry frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know," he said. "We haven't ever spent so long away from them, but it would be nice to have a week alone with you."

"If it's too much for Ron and Hermione, I am sure Mrs Weasley would be willing to help as well," Draco smiled, nuzzling Harry's face.

"Yeah, and the kids would like that," Harry agreed. "Should we do it?"

"Yes," Draco answered, blushing when he realised he wanted to take his husband to his ex-lover's wedding. And probably fuck him right after.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What's embarrassing about that?" he asked.

The question only made Draco shiver and his face redden more. "Given what we usually do at weddings ...."

Harry snorted. "Shall we fuck at this one then too?"

Draco nodded, still embarrassed to admit that was what he wanted.

Harry smiled down at him with affection. "We might have to keep it a bit quieter though," he said. "It won't be our family at this wedding."

Draco licked his lips, excitement showing in his grey eyes. "Yes," he agreed.

Harry chuckled at him. "I'm the luckiest man ever," he said. "I've made love to you every day for over five years and you still want me this much."

"Always," Draco agreed, pulling his husband down for another long kiss.