Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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That Tears It
Chapter Number/Total: 35/43
Chapter Title: That Tears It
Words: 2786 Words
Later in the day, Hermione and Ron left to fetch her mother again and the Weasleys began showing up. Mr and Mrs Weasley arrived with Ginny, and Fred and George showed up not long after that. Bill and Fleur came with their baby, of course, and Percy brought along his new girlfriend, Julie Framer, who worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes at the Ministry. Sirius and Lupin were there as well, and Tonks arrived with none other than Donaghan Tremlett, bass player for the Weird Sisters.
Aside from the fact that Ginny, and Fred and George for that matter, were really very interested in talking to the band member, everyone there seemed to be acting just the slightest bit nervous. Not anything to be very suspicious about, but it was like they all had a secret of some sort. Harry didn't know what it could be, and honestly didn't know if he wanted to find out.
Draco had been cornered by Julie Framer, who was very interested in the "magical accident" that had led to Valen.
"So you believe the Manor's magic was an instigator?" she was asking. "Wouldn't that imply a sentience in the building?" she asked, looking around at the walls of the room.
Percy stood in on the conversation as well, nodding with Julie's questions.
Harry could see Draco from across the room as he stood talking with Remus and Sirius. But he turned his head when there was a small tap on his shoulder. Hermione was standing there.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Just come here for a second," she said, and took his hand to lead him out into the hallway.
Draco watched his husband leave with Hermione, curious but busy explaining his theory of magical architecture to an interested audience. Valen was busy crawling back and forth between Fred and George. Or was it George and Fred?
"What?" Harry asked when Hermione turned to face him.
She huffed and pursed her lips for a moment.
"What?" he said again.
"Well," she began slowly, "I'm only going to show you this because I know you won't react like Draco will, and well, I figured you wouldn't want him to see it."
Harry let out a groan. "Oh, Merlin, what?" he said.
She sighed and reached inside her robe, pulling out a folded-up page of the Daily Prophet and handing it to Harry.
"Potter and Malfoy Put on Brave Face! But Valen Suffers!" the headline read. Beneath was a picture of the three of them on the stage, alternating with one of Valen crying.
Harry's eyes widened before they narrowed considerably. "What the hell do they think they're doing bringing our child into this?" he said angrily, breathing heavily through his nose.
Hermione winced. "I know," she said. "That's why everyone's acting a little ... strangely."
Harry looked up from the page sharply. "They don't actually think -"
"No," said Hermione quickly. "Well, I don't know about Percy's girlfriend and that Weird Sisters man that Tonks is with, but none of our people. They're just ... well, there's been so much, and there was that entire month that you two didn't touch, and it's just been in every single magazine you can think of. And according to one article I read, the whole mess has even started being published in the states. Some New York magazine or something. They're just a little worried."
Harry sighed heavily, folding up the page roughly and stuffing it into his pocket. "I'm glad you told me," he said. "I don't want him to see it."
Hermione nodded, giving his arm a squeeze before they both headed back into the room.
Draco glanced up, raising his eyebrows inquiringly at Harry when he returned to the room. Across the room, Fred and George had started timing how fast Valen could crawl to chase a cat shaped toy they had made.
Harry couldn't ignore Draco, as that would seem suspicious, so he made his way over to him, kissing him on the cheek.
Draco smiled up at him, eyes questioning.
Harry tried to think fast. "She just wanted to ask me something," he said lamely.
Draco looked suspicious but rolled his eyes, knowing Harry would tell him privately if he asked. Then he smirked. "Our guest here was asking the theory behind your magical pregnancy," he said. "She wanted to know if we thought that kind of magical accident was a one time fluke."
Harry smiled and chuckled, glad to get out of the questioning for the time being. "Something tells me that it wasn't a one-time fluke," he said, and even Percy looked amused.
"Shall we call our guests together for this?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, most of them already know," Harry answered. "But sure." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
Draco called for Leakey and had him bring Malfoy vineyard champagne he had picked out for the occasion. They passed glasses around to their guests and filled them.
Harry didn't take any, of course, and had a glass of water instead. "Everyone," he called out to the room, smiling as heads turned toward him. "Now most of you already know the news," he said, "but some of you don't. And those of you that do know, aren't wondering why I have a glass of water while all of you get to drink champagne."
The many ginger-heads in the room smiled and grinned.
"Draco and I are having another baby," Harry continued, smile growing. "I'm pregnant."
Draco beamed, enjoying the looks of surprise on the faces of those who hadn't known.
Sirius looked shocked, looking Harry over, especially at his small-for-now midsection. "You mean I'll get to see it this time?"
Harry snorted. "A pregnant man, yes," he said.
Hermione's mother's eyebrows were raised very high. Harry figured Hermione had told her how Valen had got there, but it was a large bite to swallow for a wizard. Probably even larger for a Muggle.
Julie Framer's mouth had dropped open and her eyes had gone wide. Tonks got so excited she spilled champagne on her date and had to have her glass refilled. Remus hugged Sirius, beaming as proudly as if Harry were his own son.
Harry laughed happily at the reactions and raised his glass. "To friends, and family, and having a bloody good Christmas," he said.
Draco grinned, tipping back his drink. Valen squealed and reached for Fred's glass as the man tried to drink, too.
Fred laughed, carefully taking the glass out of Valen's reach. "Starting early, I see," he quipped.
Harry laughed as well, sipping his water.
"He wants to do anything we do," Draco said. "Have to be careful with that." He pulled Harry into his lap then, kissing him.
Harry kissed Draco back, and everyone seemed very happy with the sight. Harry knew why, but tried to put that bloody article out of his mind.
Draco's hand came to rest automatically on his husband's belly as he kissed him, not caring who watched.
Harry sighed happily through his nose, resting his hand upon Draco's.
Soon, everyone was moving from the sitting room and into the dining room. Mrs Weasley took over feeding Valen for the meal, and she and Ginny laughed at the faces he made as he was fed different things. The room was filled with happy chatter and the table laden with very good food.
Harry was listening to a conversation between Ron and the twins about Ron starting work with them until he could find a real job.
Julie had been talking more about magical theory with Draco. She smiled and patted his hand. "I'm glad to see you are taking things so well. Especially after what they said in the Prophet today."
The people sitting around stilled suddenly, as did Harry.
"Erm, well, but that really wasn't - it wasn't anything important or -" Percy spluttered on his girlfriend's behalf, glancing around.
Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously and he looked quickly at Harry, catching that guilty look. He tried to smile. "Oh, I haven't seen the paper today," he said quietly. "Mine seems to have been misplaced. What did it say?"
Julie frowned then, seeming to catch on too late to what the problem was.
Harry swallowed, turning his head to look at Draco as no one volunteered the information.
"Who has the paper?" Draco asked with a loud sigh.
Harry sighed as well, wishing that they could have at least got through dinner. "I do," he said, frowning.
Draco looked around at his tense guests. "I gather it is something in the nature of what we have been seeing since October?" he asked.
"Well, it's ..." said Mrs Weasley, obviously trying to think of a way to make it sound better. "I suppose it's that," she said finally. "It's really nothing to get upset about, though. We know it's all rubbish."
"Well, let me say it aloud anyway," Draco said, standing up. "I am in love with my husband. I have been in love with Harry since I was eleven. I intend to spend the rest of my life with him and am quite happy about that. At no time since we became lovers have I ever considered living my life without him."
Harry smiled at that, but sighed as well.
"Oh, we never thought anything like that," Mrs Weasley assured him, though Harry did know that everyone had been worried.
"It's a little different this time," he said quietly to his husband.
"You went to such lengths to hide it, do you want to tell me now or wait until later?" Draco asked with a sigh.
Harry knew that if he didn't show Draco right then, he would probably be thinking about it throughout the night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded page, handing it over slowly.
Draco actually trembled. Whatever it was had upset everyone else. He slowly opened the paper, watching the headline and then his face fell into a grim mask as the photo shifted and showed his child crying. "Forget firing the bastard," he hissed. "I will close the fucking rag."
People looked nervous at the outburst and Harry slid his hand onto Draco's back concernedly.
Valen's eyes were wide and staring.
Draco rolled the paper up and tossed it aside. He took deep breaths. "Tomorrow. Today is Christmas," he said.
Harry moved a little closer to Draco and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"You - you're really going to close the Prophet?" Ron asked. "How are you going to do that?"
"Buy it," Draco said, kissing his husband's cheek and sitting back down again.
"About damn time," said Sirius into the silence, and conversation slowly picked up again.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, looking at Draco.
"Yes," Draco answered. "It was bad enough the way they harassed you. But no one messes with our child, our children, and gets away with it."
Harry smiled. "I agree one hundred percent," he said. And in a lower tone, "You are very hot right now."
Draco chuckled, smiling and turning his gaze to look into his husband's eyes. He let him see how much just those words in that tone aroused him.
Harry waggled his eyebrows a few times, kissing Draco quickly before turning back to his food.
Draco was left trying to get his breathing under control and shifting in his seat with his trousers uncomfortably tight. He tried to focus on being a good host to his friends.
Harry, too, was getting very aroused as well. He sort of wished that he had waited for a more appropriate time so that he and Draco could slip away unnoticed, but the fact that they were both turned on in a room full of people while they sat right next to each other made it all even more arousing. "Excuse me," he said, putting his fork down and getting to his feet, letting his robe hang around his waist. "Loo."
Draco's heart sped up as he watched his husband walk stiffly from the room. In his mind, he saw Harry touching himself and it just made him harder. He glanced around before finally deciding he didn't care if it bothered his guests. They should be used to it by now. He got up stiffly from the table. "Excuse me," he said as well, and walked quickly from the room in search of his husband.
Harry had known that Draco would follow him and simply leaned against the wall outside the door, hand pressed to the front of his trousers as he rubbed himself while waiting. But as soon as he saw that blond hair, he grabbed Draco and pulled him against his body, bringing their mouths together hungrily.
Harry's ambush did catch Draco by surprise and he almost yelped into his mouth. His hands came up automatically, grabbing his lover's hips as he began thrusting against him.
Harry moaned, grinding hard into Draco. "I'm so fucking turned on," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco agreed, trembling. "I'm yours!"
Harry was already panting as he nodded feverishly. "Mine," he growled, licking from Draco's chin to his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you," he whispered into it.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco agreed, loving it when his husband was aggressive. "My lion," he gasped.
Harry Apparated with Draco to their room and then pushed him down on the bed, stripping his lover and himself before he was upon him again. "My hot, sexy husband is going to buy the Daily Prophet and kick their fucking arses," Harry said huskily, reaching to stroke Draco's cock, "but not before I fuck his." He licked and nibbled sharply at Draco's neck.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco gasped, arching up. If he'd known Harry would get this excited by that ... well, he might just have to kick more arse.
Harry moved back to Draco's mouth and thrust his tongue inside, just as he slicked his fingers and slid two into Draco's entrance. "So fucking hot," he groaned, beside himself with lust for the man beneath him.
Draco opened himself completely to Harry, gasping in pleasure. He gripped the bed with his silver hand and his lover's hair with the other.
Harry reached to stroke his own cock roughly, coating it in the lube. "Pull it," he demanded breathlessly, and he grasped Draco's legs and threw them over his own shoulders. "My hair. Pull it."
Draco twisted his hand in Harry's hair, pulling hard. He nipped at his lover's chin and shivered, waiting for him to thrust inside.
Harry groaned again, positioning his cock before he slid inside in one smooth movement, gasping and moaning.
Draco's head fell back, feet actually hooking around Harry's neck as he pulled himself up onto his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, meeting Draco's hips with quick, hard thrusts of his own. "Fuck, yes!"
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, feeling his lover sliding deep inside him. He pulled on Harry's hair again, bringing his face down to kiss him.
Harry met Draco's lips in a wet, sloppy kiss of utter perfection, tongues sliding together, mouths moving frantically, their teeth even clinking, but Harry was sure it couldn't get any better.
Draco's body shuddered around the cock inside him, Harry's magic making him moan and wriggle with abandon as he kissed him.
Harry thrust and thrust into Draco until he could feel himself getting closer. He twined his tongue with Draco's again as he slid inside him as far as he could and came very hard, moaning deeply into Draco's mouth, managing a few more thrusts.
White heat and pleasure curled through Draco's body, making him shudder and cry with it - mouth and body open to his lover as Harry filled him with come and magic.
Harry let Draco's legs down from his shoulders with a quiet moan, barely holding himself up as he continued to pant heavily.
Draco gasped and shuddered, legs wrapping around the backs of Harry's thighs, holding the man in place. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, smiling. "Very much yes," he said.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, smiling up into those green eyes. "I take it you approve of my plan," he drawled, then smirked.
"Quite," Harry confirmed. "Do you like my approval?" He smirked right back.
Draco grinned, tightening his body around his lover's. "Very much," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco again, shivering. "No one messes with our kids," he said when he pulled back from the kiss.
"No one," Draco echoed, reaching between them and pressing a hand to his lover's belly.
Harry smiled, sighing quietly.
Chapter Title: That Tears It
Words: 2786 Words
Later in the day, Hermione and Ron left to fetch her mother again and the Weasleys began showing up. Mr and Mrs Weasley arrived with Ginny, and Fred and George showed up not long after that. Bill and Fleur came with their baby, of course, and Percy brought along his new girlfriend, Julie Framer, who worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes at the Ministry. Sirius and Lupin were there as well, and Tonks arrived with none other than Donaghan Tremlett, bass player for the Weird Sisters.
Aside from the fact that Ginny, and Fred and George for that matter, were really very interested in talking to the band member, everyone there seemed to be acting just the slightest bit nervous. Not anything to be very suspicious about, but it was like they all had a secret of some sort. Harry didn't know what it could be, and honestly didn't know if he wanted to find out.
Draco had been cornered by Julie Framer, who was very interested in the "magical accident" that had led to Valen.
"So you believe the Manor's magic was an instigator?" she was asking. "Wouldn't that imply a sentience in the building?" she asked, looking around at the walls of the room.
Percy stood in on the conversation as well, nodding with Julie's questions.
Harry could see Draco from across the room as he stood talking with Remus and Sirius. But he turned his head when there was a small tap on his shoulder. Hermione was standing there.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Just come here for a second," she said, and took his hand to lead him out into the hallway.
Draco watched his husband leave with Hermione, curious but busy explaining his theory of magical architecture to an interested audience. Valen was busy crawling back and forth between Fred and George. Or was it George and Fred?
"What?" Harry asked when Hermione turned to face him.
She huffed and pursed her lips for a moment.
"What?" he said again.
"Well," she began slowly, "I'm only going to show you this because I know you won't react like Draco will, and well, I figured you wouldn't want him to see it."
Harry let out a groan. "Oh, Merlin, what?" he said.
She sighed and reached inside her robe, pulling out a folded-up page of the Daily Prophet and handing it to Harry.
"Potter and Malfoy Put on Brave Face! But Valen Suffers!" the headline read. Beneath was a picture of the three of them on the stage, alternating with one of Valen crying.
Harry's eyes widened before they narrowed considerably. "What the hell do they think they're doing bringing our child into this?" he said angrily, breathing heavily through his nose.
Hermione winced. "I know," she said. "That's why everyone's acting a little ... strangely."
Harry looked up from the page sharply. "They don't actually think -"
"No," said Hermione quickly. "Well, I don't know about Percy's girlfriend and that Weird Sisters man that Tonks is with, but none of our people. They're just ... well, there's been so much, and there was that entire month that you two didn't touch, and it's just been in every single magazine you can think of. And according to one article I read, the whole mess has even started being published in the states. Some New York magazine or something. They're just a little worried."
Harry sighed heavily, folding up the page roughly and stuffing it into his pocket. "I'm glad you told me," he said. "I don't want him to see it."
Hermione nodded, giving his arm a squeeze before they both headed back into the room.
Draco glanced up, raising his eyebrows inquiringly at Harry when he returned to the room. Across the room, Fred and George had started timing how fast Valen could crawl to chase a cat shaped toy they had made.
Harry couldn't ignore Draco, as that would seem suspicious, so he made his way over to him, kissing him on the cheek.
Draco smiled up at him, eyes questioning.
Harry tried to think fast. "She just wanted to ask me something," he said lamely.
Draco looked suspicious but rolled his eyes, knowing Harry would tell him privately if he asked. Then he smirked. "Our guest here was asking the theory behind your magical pregnancy," he said. "She wanted to know if we thought that kind of magical accident was a one time fluke."
Harry smiled and chuckled, glad to get out of the questioning for the time being. "Something tells me that it wasn't a one-time fluke," he said, and even Percy looked amused.
"Shall we call our guests together for this?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, most of them already know," Harry answered. "But sure." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
Draco called for Leakey and had him bring Malfoy vineyard champagne he had picked out for the occasion. They passed glasses around to their guests and filled them.
Harry didn't take any, of course, and had a glass of water instead. "Everyone," he called out to the room, smiling as heads turned toward him. "Now most of you already know the news," he said, "but some of you don't. And those of you that do know, aren't wondering why I have a glass of water while all of you get to drink champagne."
The many ginger-heads in the room smiled and grinned.
"Draco and I are having another baby," Harry continued, smile growing. "I'm pregnant."
Draco beamed, enjoying the looks of surprise on the faces of those who hadn't known.
Sirius looked shocked, looking Harry over, especially at his small-for-now midsection. "You mean I'll get to see it this time?"
Harry snorted. "A pregnant man, yes," he said.
Hermione's mother's eyebrows were raised very high. Harry figured Hermione had told her how Valen had got there, but it was a large bite to swallow for a wizard. Probably even larger for a Muggle.
Julie Framer's mouth had dropped open and her eyes had gone wide. Tonks got so excited she spilled champagne on her date and had to have her glass refilled. Remus hugged Sirius, beaming as proudly as if Harry were his own son.
Harry laughed happily at the reactions and raised his glass. "To friends, and family, and having a bloody good Christmas," he said.
Draco grinned, tipping back his drink. Valen squealed and reached for Fred's glass as the man tried to drink, too.
Fred laughed, carefully taking the glass out of Valen's reach. "Starting early, I see," he quipped.
Harry laughed as well, sipping his water.
"He wants to do anything we do," Draco said. "Have to be careful with that." He pulled Harry into his lap then, kissing him.
Harry kissed Draco back, and everyone seemed very happy with the sight. Harry knew why, but tried to put that bloody article out of his mind.
Draco's hand came to rest automatically on his husband's belly as he kissed him, not caring who watched.
Harry sighed happily through his nose, resting his hand upon Draco's.
Soon, everyone was moving from the sitting room and into the dining room. Mrs Weasley took over feeding Valen for the meal, and she and Ginny laughed at the faces he made as he was fed different things. The room was filled with happy chatter and the table laden with very good food.
Harry was listening to a conversation between Ron and the twins about Ron starting work with them until he could find a real job.
Julie had been talking more about magical theory with Draco. She smiled and patted his hand. "I'm glad to see you are taking things so well. Especially after what they said in the Prophet today."
The people sitting around stilled suddenly, as did Harry.
"Erm, well, but that really wasn't - it wasn't anything important or -" Percy spluttered on his girlfriend's behalf, glancing around.
Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously and he looked quickly at Harry, catching that guilty look. He tried to smile. "Oh, I haven't seen the paper today," he said quietly. "Mine seems to have been misplaced. What did it say?"
Julie frowned then, seeming to catch on too late to what the problem was.
Harry swallowed, turning his head to look at Draco as no one volunteered the information.
"Who has the paper?" Draco asked with a loud sigh.
Harry sighed as well, wishing that they could have at least got through dinner. "I do," he said, frowning.
Draco looked around at his tense guests. "I gather it is something in the nature of what we have been seeing since October?" he asked.
"Well, it's ..." said Mrs Weasley, obviously trying to think of a way to make it sound better. "I suppose it's that," she said finally. "It's really nothing to get upset about, though. We know it's all rubbish."
"Well, let me say it aloud anyway," Draco said, standing up. "I am in love with my husband. I have been in love with Harry since I was eleven. I intend to spend the rest of my life with him and am quite happy about that. At no time since we became lovers have I ever considered living my life without him."
Harry smiled at that, but sighed as well.
"Oh, we never thought anything like that," Mrs Weasley assured him, though Harry did know that everyone had been worried.
"It's a little different this time," he said quietly to his husband.
"You went to such lengths to hide it, do you want to tell me now or wait until later?" Draco asked with a sigh.
Harry knew that if he didn't show Draco right then, he would probably be thinking about it throughout the night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded page, handing it over slowly.
Draco actually trembled. Whatever it was had upset everyone else. He slowly opened the paper, watching the headline and then his face fell into a grim mask as the photo shifted and showed his child crying. "Forget firing the bastard," he hissed. "I will close the fucking rag."
People looked nervous at the outburst and Harry slid his hand onto Draco's back concernedly.
Valen's eyes were wide and staring.
Draco rolled the paper up and tossed it aside. He took deep breaths. "Tomorrow. Today is Christmas," he said.
Harry moved a little closer to Draco and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"You - you're really going to close the Prophet?" Ron asked. "How are you going to do that?"
"Buy it," Draco said, kissing his husband's cheek and sitting back down again.
"About damn time," said Sirius into the silence, and conversation slowly picked up again.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, looking at Draco.
"Yes," Draco answered. "It was bad enough the way they harassed you. But no one messes with our child, our children, and gets away with it."
Harry smiled. "I agree one hundred percent," he said. And in a lower tone, "You are very hot right now."
Draco chuckled, smiling and turning his gaze to look into his husband's eyes. He let him see how much just those words in that tone aroused him.
Harry waggled his eyebrows a few times, kissing Draco quickly before turning back to his food.
Draco was left trying to get his breathing under control and shifting in his seat with his trousers uncomfortably tight. He tried to focus on being a good host to his friends.
Harry, too, was getting very aroused as well. He sort of wished that he had waited for a more appropriate time so that he and Draco could slip away unnoticed, but the fact that they were both turned on in a room full of people while they sat right next to each other made it all even more arousing. "Excuse me," he said, putting his fork down and getting to his feet, letting his robe hang around his waist. "Loo."
Draco's heart sped up as he watched his husband walk stiffly from the room. In his mind, he saw Harry touching himself and it just made him harder. He glanced around before finally deciding he didn't care if it bothered his guests. They should be used to it by now. He got up stiffly from the table. "Excuse me," he said as well, and walked quickly from the room in search of his husband.
Harry had known that Draco would follow him and simply leaned against the wall outside the door, hand pressed to the front of his trousers as he rubbed himself while waiting. But as soon as he saw that blond hair, he grabbed Draco and pulled him against his body, bringing their mouths together hungrily.
Harry's ambush did catch Draco by surprise and he almost yelped into his mouth. His hands came up automatically, grabbing his lover's hips as he began thrusting against him.
Harry moaned, grinding hard into Draco. "I'm so fucking turned on," he whispered.
"Yes," Draco agreed, trembling. "I'm yours!"
Harry was already panting as he nodded feverishly. "Mine," he growled, licking from Draco's chin to his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you," he whispered into it.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco agreed, loving it when his husband was aggressive. "My lion," he gasped.
Harry Apparated with Draco to their room and then pushed him down on the bed, stripping his lover and himself before he was upon him again. "My hot, sexy husband is going to buy the Daily Prophet and kick their fucking arses," Harry said huskily, reaching to stroke Draco's cock, "but not before I fuck his." He licked and nibbled sharply at Draco's neck.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco gasped, arching up. If he'd known Harry would get this excited by that ... well, he might just have to kick more arse.
Harry moved back to Draco's mouth and thrust his tongue inside, just as he slicked his fingers and slid two into Draco's entrance. "So fucking hot," he groaned, beside himself with lust for the man beneath him.
Draco opened himself completely to Harry, gasping in pleasure. He gripped the bed with his silver hand and his lover's hair with the other.
Harry reached to stroke his own cock roughly, coating it in the lube. "Pull it," he demanded breathlessly, and he grasped Draco's legs and threw them over his own shoulders. "My hair. Pull it."
Draco twisted his hand in Harry's hair, pulling hard. He nipped at his lover's chin and shivered, waiting for him to thrust inside.
Harry groaned again, positioning his cock before he slid inside in one smooth movement, gasping and moaning.
Draco's head fell back, feet actually hooking around Harry's neck as he pulled himself up onto his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, meeting Draco's hips with quick, hard thrusts of his own. "Fuck, yes!"
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, feeling his lover sliding deep inside him. He pulled on Harry's hair again, bringing his face down to kiss him.
Harry met Draco's lips in a wet, sloppy kiss of utter perfection, tongues sliding together, mouths moving frantically, their teeth even clinking, but Harry was sure it couldn't get any better.
Draco's body shuddered around the cock inside him, Harry's magic making him moan and wriggle with abandon as he kissed him.
Harry thrust and thrust into Draco until he could feel himself getting closer. He twined his tongue with Draco's again as he slid inside him as far as he could and came very hard, moaning deeply into Draco's mouth, managing a few more thrusts.
White heat and pleasure curled through Draco's body, making him shudder and cry with it - mouth and body open to his lover as Harry filled him with come and magic.
Harry let Draco's legs down from his shoulders with a quiet moan, barely holding himself up as he continued to pant heavily.
Draco gasped and shuddered, legs wrapping around the backs of Harry's thighs, holding the man in place. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, smiling. "Very much yes," he said.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, smiling up into those green eyes. "I take it you approve of my plan," he drawled, then smirked.
"Quite," Harry confirmed. "Do you like my approval?" He smirked right back.
Draco grinned, tightening his body around his lover's. "Very much," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco again, shivering. "No one messes with our kids," he said when he pulled back from the kiss.
"No one," Draco echoed, reaching between them and pressing a hand to his lover's belly.
Harry smiled, sighing quietly.