Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry stirred in his sleep, feeling Draco lying on his arm. At first it was what he'd thought had woken him – the numbness, but then he heard a soft babbling. He realised he was hearing the baby in the nursery. They had a Monitor Charm that allowed them to hear when the children woke.

He lowered his brows a bit, gently sliding his arm out from under Draco so that he wouldn't wake him. He sat up, surprised that April was awake but not crying for one of her fathers. He sat and listened for a few more moments, thinking about going back to sleep until April did start to fuss, but then he heard another little voice, one that didn't belong to their daughter. Were Valen and April both awake?

Curious, Harry lifted the blankets from his body and stood from the bed. He grabbed his dressing gown, heading for the nursery.

Harry passed through the toy room and opened the door to Valen's and April's bedroom a crack to see what the children were doing. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Valen was not in his cot, but was in April's with her and Harry had absolutely no idea how he had got there.

Valen was petting the little girl's dark hair and talking in that combination of baby talk and words he had developed. "Baba Apil," "good," and "love" were distinguishable in his words.

Harry smiled despite his confusion, watching them quietly from his place. The closest Harry had come to having a sibling while he was growing up had been Dudley. Draco had been an only child. During the months that April had grown inside of Harry he had wondered if his children would be close and come to care about each other. Watching them now, Harry felt a sense of peace knowing that his children would always have one another. The cycle of solitude and loneliness had been broken.

April chewed on her blanket and stared at Valen with her clear eyes, studying him intently.

"Balen," the little boy patted himself on the chest, then began to hum. Harry recognised the tune as one of the lullabies that Draco sang.

At this, Harry was tempted to go and wake Draco. It was more adorable than he could even express.

April swayed a little to her brother's song. A smile quirked the bit of her lips that could be seen with the blanket in the way.

Draco, meanwhile, woke alone in his bed and to the sound of his son's song. He smiled and climbed out of bed, grabbing his gown. He was surprised when he opened the door to the nursery suite and found his husband there. He had assumed the humming was from Harry.

Harry looked round at the sound of the door opening and then gestured quickly for Draco to join him.

Draco cocked his head and arched an eyebrow as he made his way quietly to stand beside his husband and looked though the cracked door.

April was still swaying as Valen hummed. She finally lowered the blanket, smiling fully.

Harry grinned.

Draco slid his hands around his husband's waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder as he watched. "They are amazing," he whispered in Harry's ear.

"Merlin, they are," Harry agreed, lacing his fingers with his husband's.

As she swayed, April stared around the room with her wide blue eyes, then lifted a tiny, chubby hand, pointing to the wall. "Snake," she said.

Valen stopped humming, eyes gone wide. His face broke out in a grin. "Yes, snake!," he replied excitedly. Valen pointed at himself. "Brother," he said.

Harry's eyes widened hugely. How were his two babies speaking to each other that clearly? He whipped his head around to look at Draco, wondering if he was hearing things.

Draco heard his children pointing and hissing at each other. "They are hissing," he said, a possibility occurring to him then that made his own eyes widen in surprise too.

"Hissing?" said Harry, turning his head back to their children confusedly, but then he recognised the tones and his eyes widened even further. "They're speaking Parseltongue?" he asked in amazement. "How is that even possible?"

Draco shook his head in amazement as the two children continued to speak to each other in those hissing sounds. "Your magic," he whispered to his husband.

"Made them both Parselmouths?" Harry said, shocked, and even more shocked when April patted her brother and said, "Valen."

Draco was in awe. "Yes, do you realise how much faster they will be able to learn English this way?"

"They're speaking perfectly," Harry replied. "April said Valen, and snake – perfectly. She's not even a year old yet."

"You didn't have to learn Parseltongue," Draco whispered, "so they don't have to either."

"This is insane," said Harry, watching April and Valen continue to hiss little words at each other. "I didn't know they could get it from me."

Draco motioned for them to step back, gently closing the door so that they didn't disturb the two children. "It's a bloodline trait, remember?"

"I didn't know it was in my blood," said Harry. "I got it that night when Voldemort tried to kill me."

"What happened that night changed you; you absorbed some of his power. And more again when you destroyed him," Draco explained.

"And it's allowed me to pass on Parseltongue when it didn't run in my family before?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. He had come to accept that Voldemort had changed him forever but it was hard to imagine those changes being passed down through future generations.

Draco thought about it. "Do you remember when the door to the nursery spoke to you when you first saw it?"

"Yes," Harry answered, recalling quite clearly.

"Didn't the snakes say something about missing talking?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry said slowly, nodding.

"It is possible that my ancestors made snakes the common motif in this house," he gestured to snake imagery in other fixtures of room, "because they actually could speak Parseltongue. If that is true, it would have given them a way to actually speak to the house."

"So, you're saying," said Harry, "that it probably is in their blood."

"It may have been dormant in the Malfoy line and your abilities reawakened it. It would make sense. My father did claim some ancestry to Salazar Slytherin. Maybe he was right," Draco said, surprised. He had always assumed that was bragging but not true.

"Well, all the pure-blood lines are connected in some way," said Harry, using Draco's usual words. "It's possible."

"Very likely given what we saw tonight," Draco whispered. "This may be another reason the Manor wanted you to have a child with me."

Harry smiled. "I'm very glad it did," he whispered back, kissing his husband, but then frowned again. "And ... Valen was inside April's cot ...."

"Merde'," Draco sighed. "How did he get out of his cot and up into hers?"

"I have no idea," Harry answered. "I can see him maybe able to get out of his ... but I don't know how he climbed in with April."

"He is too young to Apparate," Draco insisted, hoping he was right about that. "You didn't Apparate young, did you?"

"Well, you know I did," said Harry. "Not that young."

"They speak a language only you can understand and Valen seems to be able to get around in ways no infant should," Draco sighed, shaking his head. "We are going to have to watch them very carefully." Draco led his husband back to their room, amused to see some of the nursery fairies following him.

Harry shook his head. "At least we've got amazing children," he said.

Draco wrapped his arm around Harry, pulling him close. "Bloody amazing," he agreed. "And it was cute, Valen wanting to be in there with her."

Harry encircled Draco's waist with his arms. "I'm surprised she didn't kick him out of there," he said.

They could still hear humming and Draco smiled. "He is good with her," he whispered, leaning in to lick his husband's lips.

"Yes," Harry agreed as he smiled and moved forward to kiss Draco. "He's already a very good big brother."

Draco's mouth was busy then, lips and tongue caressing his husband's as he pulled him tight.

Harry fingered the edge of Draco's dressing gown, pressing one hand to the small of his back as he kissed him. "I take it we're not going back to bed then?" he whispered lowly.

"Bed, floor, against the wall, I don't mind any of them," Draco answered with a grin.

Harry moved his hands in a slow slide over Draco's body, taking his wrists and pushing him back. "Against the wall?" he said.

Draco smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Any way you want it," he said breathlessly and let himself be walked backward.

"Oh, that is lovely," Harry purred, reaching the wall and raising Draco's arms above him. "I think I quite want you right here."

Draco smiled and held still where he was placed. "Bind me here, love," he said huskily.

"Of course," Harry replied, sticking Draco's arms to the wall with his magic, "I can't have you behaving badly," He licked Draco's lips slowly. "Or perhaps that's exactly what I want."

Draco pulled experimentally on his hands and gasped at the sensation of being held by Harry's magic. His arousal was tenting his robe in front.

"You're so fucking hard for me," Harry told Draco, dragging his fingertips down Draco's sides, letting just enough magic tingle in them.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Draco cried out, writhing in his bonds.

Heat flooded Harry's body, his eyes trained on the gorgeous blond before him. "Say my name," he said, using a bit more magic as he moved his hands up yet again.

"Harry Potter," Draco said with a smirk.

"Yes, Harry Potter," Harry agreed. "With whom you are desperately in love." He gave a little smirk of his own.

"Completely," Draco agreed, arching himself a bit to try to brush against the other man.

Harry obliged him, pressing his body close to Draco's and hissing quietly when their cocks touched. "God, I love this cock," he said, reaching under the fabric covering Draco's body.

"Oh, please, yes," Draco encouraged.

Harry delivered a long stroke to the hard flesh beneath his fingers and managed to untie Draco's robe with his other hand, letting it hang open. He kept eyes on Draco's, his hand moving over his cock in the exact way Draco liked it.

Draco's eyes half closed in delight, trembling. He loved being bound and helpless like this to his husband.

Harry continued to stroke Draco until he could feel his fingers wet and sticky with his lover's pre-come. "Mmm, look at this," he said, bringing the fingers up so that Draco could see the shining liquid. He brought them to his own mouth, licking them clean.

Draco moaned, licking his lips.

"Do you want a taste?" Harry whispered, so close to Draco that he was nearly speaking against the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, please," Draco whispered, eyes focused on the darkened green ones of his lover.

Harry moved the wet digits to Draco's lips, watching them with his own lips parted slightly. He brushed them over Draco's bottom lip and then pulled them away teasingly when Draco leant forward to take them. Harry's eyes glittered dangerously as he shook his head at his husband.

"You only take what I give you, love," he admonished. "Shall we try again?"

Draco pulled back and nodded furiously without taking his eyes away from Harry's fingers which still hovered temptingly between their faces. Harry lowered his hand until he was able to slip it in Draco's robes, once more, and swiped his fingers again over the leaking crown. He could feel Draco's body tremble but he managed to stay still as the hand came back up. Harry's eyes became locked on the lips that waited patiently. His fingers crept closer until they rested against Draco's mouth and Harry could feel the small puffs of air that seemed to hold the fragments of Draco's self-control. He painted Draco's lips with the clear, sticky fluid and smiled at the shaky groan his lover couldn't hold in. Lifting his eyes now, Harry nearly lost his own self-control when he saw the raw need transforming Draco's face into something that was both vulnerable and powerful. Unable to look away, Harry slid his fingers between Draco's lips and they both sighed.

Draco sucked Harry's fingers into his mouth, tonguing them and moaning. The restraint had cracked and Draco feasted upon those fingers with an appetite that was unrivalled.

Harry felt he could come just watching Draco. He let out a low sound in his throat, breathing deeply against his husband as his erection throbbed and his fingers were quite wonderfully attended to.

With hungry eyes that were now glazed, Draco was moaning as he sucked Harry's fingers the way he would his cock. His head moved up and down while his tongue massaged and licked instinctively.

Harry's breathing sped up and his mouth was dry. "Draco," he moaned, forming a fist with his free hand. "Merlin, Draco, I want to fuck you so hard."

Draco released his lover's fingers. "Please fuck me," he agreed, voice low and husky.

Harry braced himself against the wall with one arm, his chest pressed to Draco's so that he could feel him breathe. He brought the slick fingers down between Draco's legs, searching for his entrance. "I've never known anything as sexy as you," he said. "Never anything."

Draco spread his legs wider. He thrilled at his lover's words. "Only yours," he whispered.

"Only mine," Harry breathed, closing his eyes and taking in the smell of Draco's hair as he finally slid the fingers into him, slicking them further with magic. "I'm only yours."

"Yes, please, yes," Draco said, trembling as his lover's fingers breached him.

"If you only knew all the things I want to do to you," Harry whispered, spreading his fingers inside Draco.

"Oh, do them, do them all to me," Draco gasped.

Harry grinned, kissing and licking the edge of Draco's jaw. "I don't think there's enough time for all of it now, my love," he said, crooking his fingers to rub them against his husband's prostate.

The spark of pleasure made Draco twitch, his cock jumping as he moaned loudly. "Anything," he gasped.

"Merlin, all those pretty sounds you make," Harry whispered, moving to Draco's ear.

Draco made a whimpering noise then. It would have been a lie to say that the sounds were unintentional since Draco knew that Harry intended to elicit as much noise as he could from his lover and Draco was helpless to refuse him.

Harry moaned. "Again," he said, reaching to lift Draco's legs.

Draco was beyond holding back now, gasping and whimpering. He happily wrapped his legs around Harry's waist when Harry lifted them.

Harry had forgotten to remove his robe, so he simply took it away quickly with a spark of power. Pressing Draco firmly against the wall, he reached to position his cock, bringing his mouth to his husband's as he slid slowly into him.

Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, his husband's cock and magic filling him. His whole body shuddered with the intensity.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry whispered, half whimpering. "So fucking good, my dragon."

"Yes, oh, fuck me," Draco encouraged. "My lion, I am yours." It felt delicious being taken like this, trapped and bound against the wall.

Harry panted against Draco's ear, thrusting up into him with small grunts. His fingers dug into Draco's flesh as he held him up.

"Yes, so good inside me," Draco moaned, legs tightening around Harry.

Harry's body pressed into Draco, pinning him even tighter to the wall, loving the feel of being so close to his body. "Merlin, having you like this," he gasped. "Fucking you."

"Pound me into the wall," Draco gasped, arms still tight against the wall and cock twitching between their bodies.

"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned. He loved when Draco talked like that. He loved all the things Draco said during sex. He thrust harder, using any sort of muscle so he could to do as Draco said.

"Oh, yessss!" Draco yelled, surrendering completely to his lover's thrusts and just using his legs to hold on.

Harry abandoned control, moaning loudly, gasping and babbling nonsense, shouting Draco's name as if trying to announce to the world the man he loved. He fucked Draco hard, until his body was glistening with sweat and he wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore.

It should hurt being slammed into the wall like this. But with Harry's cock inside him and magic crackling over him, the pain added to the building pleasure. Draco loved it when Harry let go like this. He was chanting "yes" and "Harry" over and over again, feeling the power building between the two of them.

Harry lowered his forehead to Draco's shoulder, closing his eyes again. "Oh, Draco, I'm coming," he gasped, gripping him tighter as he spilled his seed. Pleasure rushed through him, blinding him.

Harry's power poured from him and through Draco, causing the blond to writhe and scream with pleasure, spilling his seed between them.

Harry continued to move gently, letting out small sounds that weren't quite moans. He delighted in the feel of Draco's come on his body, in the sight of it coating both of them.

Draco kissed the side of Harry's head where it rested on his shoulder. "Fantastic," he whispered when he could talk.

Harry smiled. "It always is," he said quietly, releasing Draco's arms.

Draco's legs were still around Harry's waist, so it was his lover's body pressed against him that held him up as he tried to wrap nearly numb arms around his shoulders.

Harry kissed Draco lazily, passing fingers through his hair as he did. "Oh, Draco Malfoy, you're an incredible shag," he said with a small grin.

"Harry Potter is a great fuck too," Draco replied with a smirk, managing to tug on his hair.

"Mmm," Harry hummed happily. "Shall I let you down now, or hold you all to myself for the day?" he whispered.

"I would be content to have you shag me all day," Draco said. "But I think our children might take issue with that." He unhooked his feet from behind his husband and brought them down as Harry slid out of him.

Harry chuckled, kissing Draco again before taking a step back from him.

Draco's legs were a bit wobbly and his hands clutched Harry tighter for a minute. He smiled at the come that dripped down both his stomach and the insides of his thighs.

"Quite a mess you are," Harry quipped. "No matter how delicious you look."

"You like me a mess, especially when you made it," Draco said with a smirk, leaning against the wall still while he caught his breath.

"I suppose you have me all figured out," said Harry, smiling.

Draco pulled him closer again, gently kissing Harry before whispering against his lips. "Always," he said.