Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry held the door open for his husband, staring up at the – well, extremely fancy-looking restaurant. It looked like a place that might take your Galleons just for walking inside – which, he thought, was probably the case unless one enjoyed sitting next to the kitchen.

One of the things that Draco loved about Paris was shopping. Shopping for his husband who had no clue about style, but who looked fucking hot in good clothes. He grinned at him as he stepped inside, feeling more hungry for Harry than for anything that would be served at what was supposed to be the best restaurant in town. Harry smiled at the look Draco gave him. He'd been giving him that look all day long. It was really quite nice. Perhaps he would let Draco dress him more often, though he did feel like he could feed a small country with the money it had cost for his outfit.

When Harry stepped beside him, Draco's hand automatically went to rest at the small of his husband's back, resisting the urge to slide his hand lower. They had reservations and anywhere in the wizarding world, they were instantly recognisable. "Messieurs, par ici je vous prie," the Maître d'hôtel said, smiling as he led them to a table.

"Merlin," Harry said quietly to Draco as they were led to their table. "How much does this place cost?"

"We can afford it, so it doesn't matter," Draco whispered.

Harry sighed. Well, that meant it cost a fortune. It was certainly true that they could afford it, but Harry still felt a bit odd as if he were doing something wrong by spending so much money.

"Relax, love," Draco said as they took their seats. "It's a special occasion after all."

Harry smiled again; he knew Draco was right and that they both deserved this. "All right, all right," he said. "Very special occasion."

The waiter came up to them, bowing and speaking in French. Draco smiled at his husband and answered the waiter.

Harry raised an eyebrow, sitting quietly and looking for a menu somewhere ... not that he would be able to read it.

The waiter's smile grew and he bowed, talking again, this time to Harry. Keeping his smile in place, Harry's eyes slid over to Draco for help when he didn't recognise any of the words.

"He is congratulating us on our anniversary," Draco translated.

"Ah," said Harry, looking once more at the waiter, his smile widening. "Er, thanks," he added, not sure if the man could understand English at all. The waiter nodded and left.

Draco reached across the table, resting his hand palm up and Harry grinned at him, placing his hand in Draco's. Draco squeezed his hand, smiling, his grey eyes shining with his love for Harry. "I love you now more than ever," he said softly.

Harry's own smile widened a bit. "Is that your way of telling me you love me more every day?" he said, bringing Draco's hand up and kissing it.

"I have loved you so much and for so long, I can't believe it is even possible, but yes – yes I do," Draco answered, shivering still at such a simple kiss to his hand.

Harry kissed his hand again. "I love you more than anything," he said truthfully.

The waiter returned carrying a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork and filled their glasses for them. Draco smiled and lifted his. "To you, my husband, whom I have loved since that first moment I looked in your eyes and saw the spark that is you and only you."

Harry smiled once again. The expression had hardly left his face. "And to you, my husband, for kissing me in the bathroom and giving me ... my life." His heart seemed to swell as he said it, and warmth spread though his body. A lot of people might believe that Harry's life was halved by the time before Voldemort was destroyed and after, but Harry knew that, when it came to halves, the defining moment for him would be the moment Draco first kissed him.

Draco lost himself in his husband's love, remembering with him that first angry kiss in the bathroom. It had been a near suicidal move but it had turned out to be the smartest thing he ever did. He blushed when he glanced up and found the waiter waiting respectfully with their soup.

Harry looked up as well, sitting back a little for the soup to be placed in front of him. He grinned at Draco and wondered if he had ordered the soup for them.

Draco waited until the waiter had stepped away. "A place like this doesn't use a menu," he explained. “They have two options on each course, but there will be many courses through the evening. Each one is made by a chef with a lot of care and only the best ingredients."

Harry raised an eyebrow again. "I don't know if we've ever been to a place quite this nice," he said. He lifted a spoonful of soup to his lips and was surprised by how good it was. He wasn't overly fond of soup but this could change his mind.

The blond tasted his soup, his eyes never leaving Harry's. "Beside you is the nicest place," he whispered.

"I can't compete with you," Harry said in a slightly deeper voice, feeling even warmer.

"I think we are pretty well matched," Draco said. It was a running joke in that they still traded off at beating each other at Quidditch – competing against each other in games that usually led to great sex afterwards, sometimes before and after.

Harry chuckled. "Very well," he agreed, sipping his champagne.

When the soup was done, there were two smaller courses and each was more delicious than the last. As they ate, they talked about the things they had seen in Paris. They had, of course, attended Theo's wedding several days before and had used Harry's Invisibility Cloak to have sex in a side room during the reception. They were pretty sure that they hadn't been overheard but the guests weren't quite like Fred and George who made a point of embarrassing them every time. The wedding, though, had been beautiful although Harry had been taken aback when Narcissa stood in for Theo since he had no parents. She gracefully took her place in the receiving line next to the bride's parents, greeting and speaking with each of the guests. A glance at Draco told Harry that he was also surprised to see his mother in the wedding but there was a soft smile on his lips when he saw her with the bride and groom. For the traditional mother and groom dance, Narcissa and Theo glided elegantly together across the floor and Harry saw where Draco inherited his own talent for dancing. The next few days had been spent sightseeing and shopping, intimate moments and now there they were celebrating six years together.

Harry couldn't stop reaching across the table, touching Draco's hand and arm. He was sorely tempted to feed him ... with his fingers, but he thought that probably wouldn't be proper. "What are we doing after this?" he asked, working on the food in front of him that looked almost too much like a decoration to eat.

Despite the years married to Harry, Draco still flushed at the question and let the other man see the heat in his eyes as he did.

"Oh, that," said Harry smirking a bit and hoping he wouldn't get hard right there at the table.

Draco pitched his voice low, not hard to do given how aroused that look made him. "Literally, whatever you want, my love," he purred.

"I want you," Harry said, speaking soft and deeply in the quiet restaurant. His eyes were now serious and dark with emotion.

The main course finally arrived and, as much as Draco delighted in the meal, his smouldering desire had him shifting in his seat. He took another sip of champagne. "Anything in particular you have in mind?" he asked.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, lips curved with a slow smile. "I want to dance with you, but I don't think we'll last long if we go out somewhere."

"How about on the balcony of our hotel room?" Draco suggested, licking his lips. Because of their fame, he had arranged for a hotel room with magical shielding for privacy, even on the balcony.

"Sounds brilliant," said Harry, meeting Draco's eyes.

Draco swallowed hard, almost not tasting the expensive food. "Yes," he whispered. He drew himself back from the urge to leave then, turning the conversation back to the events of their trip. "What did you think of Theo's bride?" he asked.

Harry took a quick, deep breath. "Well, she seemed nice," he said. "Pretty. Did you like her?"

Draco tried to realistically appraise Antoinette Reveia-Nott. It wasn't easy given his relationship with Theo. "She is pretty and from a respectable pure-blood family," he said cautiously.

Harry frowned just slightly, nodding and wondering why Draco's voice sounded like it did.

"I wasn't able to speak to her enough to know much more than that about her. She was charming, but she is trained for that," Draco continued.

"Trained for it?" said Harry. "Sounds like an animal or something."

Draco huffed, sipping his champagne. "Felt that way sometimes," he admitted. "I have seen my mother do the same gestures and looks. Gracious and polite even to people she hated.”

"Strange that Theo got married to her so quick," Harry said, wondering just how long the couple had known each other. "I didn't even know he had a serious girlfriend. Did he tell you?"

Draco frowned, shaking his head. "No, he didn't," he answered. "It could be that he met her and fell in love," he speculated, but didn't sound convinced.

Harry smiled. "Well, I know it's possible to fall in love quick," he pointed out.

"I know I did, even if it took me years to tell you," Draco grinned. "I know everyone can't be as in love as I am with you. I just want him to be happy. I think he deserves it, especially after his childhood."

Harry winced slightly. He didn't know anything about Theo Nott's childhood, but if it had been anything like Draco's, he knew it couldn't have been terribly great.

Draco was still frowning, swirling his champagne in the glass. "You know his father was a Death Eater. Did you know his mother died when he was young?"

"No, I didn't," Harry answered truthfully. It had never occurred to him that he might have anything in common with Theo such as losing a parent – or two.

Draco paused. "I know how she died because of my father," he admitted.

"How did she die?" Harry asked, watching his husband.

Draco's frown deepened and he had to take a deep breath before continuing. "Theo's father killed her," he said in a quiet voice. "She spoke against their master."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "I -" he began but stopped as he tried to imagine how Theo must have felt. "That's ... horrible."

"He would never talk about it, but I am sure he knows. May have even witnessed it," Draco whispered.

Harry frowned and thought back for a moment. "He could see Thestrals," he said quietly. "Back in fifth year."

"Yes," Draco nodded. "Theo never wanted to be a Death Eater and was terrified of his father. That first year, some of the other boys teased him about nightmares."

Harry continued to frown. It did sound quite a lot like Draco to him. He didn't know if Draco had been teased for nightmares, but he did know that his husband had had them. He began to see the common ground that Draco and Theo had built their friendship on and why they seemed to understand each other so well.

Draco smiled a bit wryly then, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. "They quit teasing him after I made an example of a couple. I think that's how we became friends."

Harry smiled a little at that. He knew from experience that Draco protected those he cared about, much to the displeasure of those who dared to test him on that fact. He would always think of Draco's relationship with Theo with slight discomfort, but the “Love Potion incident" had been years ago, and Harry respected their friendship. Their bond was no less important than the one Harry shared with Ron or Hermione; different, perhaps, but no less important.

"I just hope that, unlike his mother, Theo married for love," Draco said. He smiled again then. "I suppose I have become a romantic fool about such things."

"I think we're both romantic fools," Harry said, reaching yet again for Draco's hand.

Dessert was a flaming concoction and quite tasty. But the fire just made Draco think about Harry. Well, at this point that's all he was thinking of anyway. He couldn't wait to return to their hotel.

Harry licked his fork clean quite suggestively when finished, smirking. "Are you ready to go, Mr Malfoy?" he asked.

"Very much so, Mr Potter," Draco replied, waggling his eyebrows. He left a small bag of Galleons with their payment on the table and escorted his husband to the receiving area the wizarding restaurant had for Apparating.

Harry Apparated with Draco, not surprised with the bag of money it took to pay, but still hardly able to believe he could eat anywhere so expensive. He cleared his head of that though, and turned to Draco, taking him around the waist and grinning.

They had Apparated back to their suite and Draco led Harry out onto the balcony with its view of Paris at night, before pulling his husband close and kissing him again.

Harry kissed languidly back, hands moving down to grasp Draco's arse as they pressed against each other.

Draco hummed happily into Harry's mouth, fingers of his right hand sliding up to his neck and into his hair, cradling his husband's head. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding with Harry's.

"I love kissing you," Harry whispered needlessly between said kisses. "Love all of you."

"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, kissing Harry's chin, and cheeks now too, as his silver hand slid down his lover's back. "The kiss is worth the kiss and more."

Harry smiled at that reminder from so long ago. God, they really were both romantic fools. "Do we have any music?" he asked, still holding Draco's arse as he swayed their hips together.

Draco drew his wand and turned on the wireless in the room with a spell. Soft music seemed to float in the air. He arched an eyebrow at his lover and began to move his feet as well as his hips, dancing them slowly around the rather large balcony.

"I would've never liked this in school," Harry whispered in Draco's ear, moving with him and getting even more turned on. The way Draco's body moved was sinful and Harry loved it.

"Maybe if I had been your dance partner ..." Draco whispered back, licking the curve of Harry's ear.

"Moving like this might have made me seriously reconsider," Harry said, shivering from the wet tongue on his skin and then taking Draco's earlobe between his teeth.

Draco hissed and then moaned as he moved his knee between his lover's thighs, dancing much closer than McGonagall would ever have allowed.

Harry moaned as well. "I've never seen anyone as sexy as you are," he said breathlessly as his hard cock was pressed against Draco's leg which pressed and pushed against him in rhythm.

It delighted Draco that Harry found him so sexy. He nipped at Harry's ear, giving a small growl as he rotated his hips, rubbing his own arousal and Harry's as he did.

"Mmm, breathe your fire on me, my dragon," Harry said, laughing at his own incredibly cheesy line and imagining exactly what he really wanted Draco to put on him.

Draco chuckled, continuing to lick and bite down Harry's neck, using his hand in Harry's hair to pull his head to the side to give himself better access. He backed Harry up to the stone railing of the balcony.

"Fuck," Harry let out, grinding now more than he was dancing.

Draco chuckled again, vibrations sweeping against Harry's neck as he sucked. He reached his silver hand between them pulling loose Harry's tie even as rotated his hips against his husband's.

Harry licked his lips, looking down and watching Draco hungrily. It felt like Draco was actually breathing fire on him as hot as he was. "Yeah," he groaned. "I want you."

Draco pulled back enough to look into his lover's face. "Don't spell away the clothes this time," he warned him and then, with a wicked grin, he reached both hands to the front of that very expensive shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying as he did.

Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, his cock attempting to leap up within his trousers. He didn't care how much the damn shirt cost.

Immediately bending his head to capture one of Harry's now exposed nipples with his mouth, Draco nipped and sucked like a man starved.

Harry's chest heaved with his panting, fingers reaching and spreading through Draco's hair as they itched to strip his husband bare.

Draco was trembling with desire now but was not going to let his throbbing cock rush this too fast. He licked and nuzzled his way to the other nipple, loving the feel of the erect flesh against his tongue. He let his fingers slide down, pulling Harry's shirt tails out of his trousers and then caressing his sides and stomach before finally reaching to unfasten his belt.

"Draco," Harry groaned, trying to rut against the man in front of him.

Draco released Harry's nipple and grinned up at him, arching an eyebrow and asking in a mock-innocent voice, "Yes, my love?"

"Oh, you are evil," Harry breathed. "Incredibly sexy, but evil. I want to fuck."

Draco laughed wickedly as he unfastened Harry's trousers. "No more foreplay?" he asked in false surprise.

Harry huffed and groaned at the same time. "Not when you're driving me completely crazy," he said, touching every part of Draco he could reach.

Draco was still fully clothed, his cock straining the tailored trousers and a wet spot spreading. He slid his husband's trousers and shorts down but left them pooling around his ankles, shoes still on. Harry's cock bobbed enticingly in front of him but Draco didn't touch it yet. "Turn and face out toward the city," he instructed.

Harry released a frustrated sigh when no attention came to his throbbing erection, but he did turn, knowing that despite how much he wanted Draco's cock, whatever his husband would do to him was bound to be very good.

Draco stripped Harry's suit coat off and tossed it and his own aside. "Grab the railing," he warned him.

Harry raised his eyebrows, taking the railing tightly in his hands as his heart sped up.

Draco pushed Harry's shirt up around his shoulders so that he was exposed from shoulder blades to calves and ran his hands lovingly down that golden flesh.

Shivering again with the feeling, Harry spread his legs as wide as he could while constricted by the trousers.

Draco was grateful for the weather control charm on the balcony that allowed them this despite it being October 31st. The sight of his husband spread wantonly half-dressed with Paris spread beyond him was truly delicious. He had every intention of fucking him like this but he also wanted to prolong the fun. He got to one knee behind Harry and nipped at the round flesh of his arse.

A slow, lazy smile spread across Harry's face. "Oh, this you can do as much as you want," he said.

Draco laughed again, knowing how much this pleased Harry. Some of Harry’s kinks were very consistent. Draco spread his lover's cheeks, nipping at the more sensitive skin inside.

Harry bent over more, reminded of that night on their own balcony back at home, when Draco had been invisible.

Draco kneaded his lover's arse with his fingers while he pressed his face between those cheeks, licking along the crevice, tongue fluttering over his hole.

Harry hissed through his teeth, eyes sliding half closed as he pressed back, trying to get more of that hot, wet tongue. "God, yes, feels so fucking hot, so good!"

The blond loved it when Harry babbled like that, rewarding him by using the tip of his tongue to tease his opening.

"Yes, Draco, please yes," Harry groaned, head lolling on his neck. "Want you to lick me, suck me." His hands gripped tighter, his toes beginning to curl.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that. He obliged by pressing his lips around his lover's puckered flesh and wriggling his tongue into him. Harry, though, didn't care if Draco full out laughed at him. He couldn't spare enough room in his brain to think about his words. He could only think about the warm, slick muscle that was apparently trying to melt him from the inside out.

Draco lost himself to that musky flavour and the shivering flesh that was his husband. He licked and sucked and thrust with his tongue, fingers digging in as he held him spread for his feast.

It didn't take very long at all before Harry was begging and pleading. He tried to look over his shoulder at Draco, his arse pressed very far out. "Please, Draco," he moaned pitifully in a way that might have made him blush if his cock weren't so hard. "Please!"

Harry begging was still one of the sexiest things in the world and Draco's own cock was aching hard. He gave another couple thrusts with his tongue and a nip at an arse-cheek with his teeth, then got to his feet and began fumbling with his own trouser buttons.

Harry reached blindly and impatiently behind himself, grasping Draco's trousers and sending them away with his magic. He needed Draco now.

Draco didn't complain that Harry had done what he told him not to. Instead, he stepped quickly forward, rubbing the swollen head of his cock between his lover's cheeks. "Slick yourself," he said in voice hoarse with need.

Harry did so immediately, mixing lube with Draco's saliva still coating his entrance. "Fuck, yes, fuck me," he demanded, breathing heavily.

"As you wish," Draco agreed and pressed in hard and quick, trusting the urgency in his lover's voice and his knowledge of his body. He moaned loudly as he slid deep into Harry, fingers clutching his hips.

Harry cried out loudly, arse clenching around Draco's cock as he was jolted slightly forward, but the cry was followed by a long, low moan.

"Oh, yes," Draco hissed, trembling at the way Harry's body held and tightened around him, magic flaring in the contact.

"Yes," Harry echoed loudly, thrusting back against his husband.

Draco slid back and then thrust forward again, moaning and shivering at the feel. "Oh, I love fucking you," he gasped. "You are so beautiful and you feel so amazing."

It was Harry's turn to chuckle, though he did so breathlessly and with many moans in between. "God, yes," he agreed.

Draco had no more breath to speak now as he began to pump his hips, fucking Harry in long deep strokes.

Harry groaned and sighed and moaned with each slide, arching his back as tremors of pleasure shot up his spine.

Draco was sweating now as he drove himself again and again into his husband, the man's sounds were beautiful and the slap of their skin erotic. His felt his own body pulse with pleasure on each thrust. He slid his silver hand around Harry's waist so he could hold on to him still as he thrust and then used his now freed right hand to slide down and grasp Harry's cock, moaning at the way it was already slick and dripping.

Harry let his head fall forward as his mouth dropped open in another long moan that sounded ragged with breathlessness. He clenched his muscles, moving his arse with Draco's hips until he couldn't hold back anymore. "Draco! Fuck!" he shouted as he came, going slightly still as he spilled and spurted over Draco's hand, his body taut with the effort.

Draco had been on the edge and expecting this when he touched Harry. Even so, the feel of his lover's come on his hand, his arse clenching around his cock and the magic that flared still brought a shout from him as he arched and spasmed, pumping his seed into Harry.

"Mmm, yes, want you inside," Harry breathed, moving his arse again through Draco's orgasm.

Draco felt Harry's body and magic milk every ounce of seed and pleasure from him until he was sighing and trembling to hold himself upright still.

Harry grinned, still panting slightly as he shakily lifted himself up some. He thought his face might look dazed as he tried to catch his breath.

Draco still clung to Harry, wondering if his legs would give way at any moment. He was pressed against Harry's back and kissed the damp skin of the man's back. "Oh, Gods, I love you," he gasped.

Harry sighed happily. "Always," he whispered.

"Take me to bed?" Draco implored, feeling his knees tremble now.

Harry looked over his shoulder, pulling gently away and then turning to put an arm around Draco's waist, his free hand splayed flat across his chest.

Draco shivered and bent to capture Harry's lips with his own, clutching Harry both to keep standing and because he couldn't bear to be apart yet.

Harry kissed gently back, feeling lightheaded with emotion. "Happy anniversary, love," he whispered against Draco's lips, half because he thought it was possible for his voice to crack otherwise.

"Happy anniversary, my lion – my husband," Draco agreed, kissing him again.

Harry sighed happily, taking Draco's hands. "Let's go," he whispered.

Draco allowed himself to be led inside to the bed and gratefully collapsed back into the down bedding. Harry smiled and landed next to Draco, turning to face him.

The blond wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled sleepily. "Bloody brilliant week," he whispered.

Harry moved closer and gently rubbed his and Draco's noses together. "Fantastic," he agreed. "Quiet."

Draco smirked, his husband's obsession with his nose always amused him. "We have reservations through Monday," he said, hesitating.

Harry frowned just very slightly. "It's Friday," he said.

Draco lifted a hand to caress his husband's hair from his face. "I miss them," he whispered.

Harry sighed, smiling again. "So do I," he whispered back.

Draco grinned. "We could go home in the morning if we wanted," he suggested.

"We could," Harry agreed with a nod, grinning as well. "Back to our lovely house where we're woken with screams, splattered with mashed potatoes, and begged for countless bedtime stories?" He snorted; he really did miss all of that.

"I think we are crazy, but yes," Draco agreed. "This week has been wonderful. Yet, I miss our family."

"I do miss them very much," Harry said. "You think they miss us?"

Draco smirked. "I think it's Mr and Mrs Weasley we should be worried about."

Harry chuckled. "They probably miss us very much," he said.

"So we make love in the morning and then get a Portkey home?" Draco suggested.

Harry chuckled again. "Sounds like a plan," he said, laying a kiss on Draco's lips.