Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Adult ++
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Snakes, Unicorns and Fairies
Chapter Number/Total: 36/43
Chapter Title: Snakes, Unicorns and Fairies
Words: 2026 Words
The next day, Draco's solicitor made an offer to buy the Daily Prophet on behalf of his client. When the current owners refused to sell, Ebenezer Wyndham III, Solicitor, suggested that there may be a lawsuit on behalf of his client. Three days later, Draco Malfoy owned the paper. The next day, half of the personnel were fired, including everyone who had had a hand in that Christmas article. Draco decided to reorganise the paper instead of closing it. He then made sure that every other reporter in town knew what he had done. He had officially given notice to the press that his family was not open for their sport.
Harry was very happy with the way Draco had handled things with the paper, and still couldn't quite believe that they owned it. It was very strange, but he wasn't complaining. He liked that they wouldn't have to worry about crap articles anymore – well, from the Prophet at least, but he doubted if anyone else would have the guts to publish anything else negative about them.
Harry turned his head to look at the very large pile of toys in their room as he lay in bed with Draco and Valen on a particularly lazy day. They'd tried shrinking them, but Valen went through the toys he played with daily so fast that it was only a pain to shrink them, plus they kept getting lost that way – sometimes being found at inopportune moments in decidedly uncomfortable positions.
Also, Harry and Draco had been unknowingly watched again during, well, sex, and Harry felt rather odd about it. He didn't want to be watched by their baby while thrusting into his husband. They also had a tendency to say some rather ... obscene things during sex, and Valen was getting to the point where he repeated a lot of words.
Harry looked from the pile of toys to Draco again. "Maybe you should show me that nursery today," he suggested, running his fingers through Valen's hair.
Draco had been reading the "New and Improved" Daily Prophet and looked up. He smiled. "We could do that," he said. He made a face at his son. "Before he starts asking strangers to fuck him?" he teased his husband.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "No, let's wait until he actually does that," he said sarcastically.
"Whenever you want to go exploring, I'm ready," Draco answered.
Harry stretched, groaning with the movement. "Let's go now," he said, pushing himself up.
Draco grinned at that familiar groan. Their little girl was growing fast and there was already a small round firm area on his husband's belly. He got up and pulled on some casual clothing.
Harry dressed in loose-fitting junky clothes that he had managed to keep safe from Draco's purging of his school things. He liked their worn feeling. "Let's see it," he said, picking Valen up.
Draco shook his head at his husband's clothing and smiled, taking his hand and leading them to the other side of the Manor.
By the time they had reached their destination, Harry had had to free his glasses from Valen's fingers three times, and was pulling black strands from those same fingers, which had just been gripped in his hair.
Draco shivered as they walked down the hall to his family's main wing of the Manor. He hadn't set foot in this place in over two years. Candles flared as they walked, the Manor itself seeming to lead them. Finally, they stood in front of an ornately carved door. There were snakes and flowers carved into mahogany, the snakes moving among the flowers.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the door. He had to admit that it was beautiful, but it was certainly not something that he had ever pictured any door of his looking like.
Draco smiled, stroking one of the little garden snake images. "I wonder if they respond to Parseltongue," he whispered.
Harry looked at Draco. "Maybe," he replied. "What should I say?"
Draco laughed. "What do you usually say to snakes?" he asked, having never tried to talk to one before.
"Hello?" Harry said jokingly, but he stepped up to one of the snakes and hissed just that. "Hello," he said, holding out his finger like Draco was doing.
The snakes got excited then, curling and writhing on the door. Valen squealed, reaching as if to catch one.
Harry smiled. "I wonder if you've ever been spoken to?" he continued to hiss.
The snakes excitedly told him that it had been a very, very long time.
Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised when they spoke. He looked at Draco. "They talk?" he asked. "Well – hiss in your case, I suppose."
Draco nodded, eyes wide. "What did they say?" he asked in awe.
"That they haven't been spoken to in a long time," Harry answered. "A very, very long time," he corrected.
"Probably generations since there was a Parselmouth in here," Draco whispered. Valen was bouncing excitedly and patting the door. "If you like the door," Draco said to his husband and child, "you will love the room."
"I'm sure we'll talk more," Harry told the snakes with a small smile, stepping back to let Draco open the door.
Draco smiled, turned the handle, and pushed the door open. The room was dark for a minute and then lights flared in glass-covered sconces. Suddenly, the walls themselves seemed to move. It took Harry a moment to figure out that figures had been painted directly on the walls and were now stirring to life like portraits. Unicorns pranced on one wall, and a dragon unfurled its wings on another, while fairies flew across the ceiling.
Harry looked around the room with almost as much wonder as Valen. "Wow," he said quietly, walking over to examine the unicorns, complete with both parents and their golden foals.
Draco smiled at the room, while their son began babbling to the figures on the walls.
Harry put the baby on the floor, still looking around himself. "It's beautiful," he said. "And certainly big enough."
"This is just the play room," Draco said, indicating toys on the shelves and the large toys like the rocking horse. The paint had faded a bit but the room was spotless, which meant the house-elves had kept it clean despite the fact that it had been unoccupied for over seven years. "The place was meant for a large family, so there are also children's bedrooms and a nanny's room attached."
"Merlin, you even had your own miniature suite as a little kid?" Harry asked.
Draco chuckled, not realising that this would surprise his husband. "Well, I was an only child in a nursery meant for many," he said, shrugging.
Harry nodded, looking away from the walls and to his husband. "No need for a nanny's room," he said.
"No," Draco smiled, "and there is a connection between the magic of these walls and the Master bedroom that lets the fairies cross over if there is an emergency and the parents are needed."
"Really?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. "They could both sleep here then if we wanted them to."
"Yes," Draco said, smiling. "And we wouldn't have to worry about being watched by curious children."
Harry snorted. "That is one of my main concerns," he said amusedly. "Do you think he would cry if we left him to sleep in his own room?" he asked, eyeing Valen.
Draco frowned and sighed. "Probably," he said. "But maybe the fairies will talk to him?"
"They can talk?" Harry asked, looking up at the ceiling. "But I thought they couldn't."
Draco blushed. "My nannies told me that, too. And they said that dragons and unicorns didn't talk either. But I swear, the ones in the nursery talked to me."
"What like – like really talked to you?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco rolled his eyes and the blush deepened. "Well, I thought they did," he said.
Harry smiled. "Well, maybe they do," he said. "This place is really old. Maybe they're charmed to talk to the children in the room."
Valen had crawled right up to the wall and was trying to reach the unicorns.
"Maybe," Draco said, smiling at the little boy.
"What's the rest look like?" Harry asked.
Draco picked up the child again and led Harry into the adjoining room. A crib was there, decorated with lace. A mobile of little winged creatures rotated above it, softly whirring. The fairies from the play room seemed to have followed them into here and were flying in circles above their heads. The room was quiet and pretty.
Harry looked around this room as well, and did think it was really quite pretty. "This would be nice for the new baby," he said. "But it seems ... a bit girly for Valen. I mean, I know he's just a baby, but still. Was this your room?" He raised an eyebrow again.
"When I was tiny," Draco said. "There is another room on the other side. That was the one I remember sleeping in." He led them back through the playroom, fairies following, and into a room with a small bed.
The next room was obviously meant for a larger child. There was a bed that was quite good-sized, but low to the ground. The room was painted a pale blue, and silver seemed to be the secondary colour. The blankets and curtains were done in those colours as well. There was an expensive-looking bookcase spanning the length of one wall, next to what looked like a very comfortable window-seat. There was also a little child-sized desk, and a small, dragon-hide reading chair as well. Harry walked further into the room, examining some of the posters on the wall. Quidditch players zoomed around in them, pulling off various plays and special moves. He also noticed the family picture of a much smaller Draco with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. He tried not to scowl at the tall, smirking blond man looking back at him, and he almost felt like taking the picture off the wall and shaking it to get the man to take his hand off the boy's shoulder.
Draco was looking around, lost in memories as he did. He noticed Harry's scowl. "He's dead, Harry," he whispered. "The photo doesn't hurt anyone."
Harry hadn't realised that anything had been showing on his face. "I – I know," he said quietly, stepping away from the wall and up to his husband.
Draco sighed and sat down on the bed, letting Valen crawl out of his lap. The little boy was still watching the fairies who had followed them to this room as well.
Harry sat down next to Draco, looking sideways at him.
"This room bothers you," Draco said, still watching his husband's face.
Harry sighed. "It's not – it's not the room. I just -" He stopped. He didn't know what it was. It was just the thought of Lucius and the things that he had done to Draco. Harry didn't even know when all of that had started, nor did he want to ask.
"I was happy most of the time, when I was small," Draco assured him. "My mother loved me. My father was proud of me. My teachers thought I was bright and my nannies thought I was pretty."
Harry smiled and took in a breath to let it out slowly. He turned his head and gave Draco a small kiss on the lips. He didn't want to let his husband know what he was actually thinking about, and he figured Draco could tell, so he only nodded.
"More today or had enough?" Draco asked, sliding his arm around his husband. Valen lay on his back beside them, burbling happily at the swirling fairies.
"We can keep looking," Harry said, smiling at Valen. After a moment, he said, "I think he would do fine."
"So the question is can you handle the Master Suite, or not," Draco asked, kissing his husband's forehead.
Harry was quiet for a long moment. "Well, I think so," he answered. "It's just a room, right?"
"Yes," Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss his husband.
Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco back, sighing.
Chapter Title: Snakes, Unicorns and Fairies
Words: 2026 Words
The next day, Draco's solicitor made an offer to buy the Daily Prophet on behalf of his client. When the current owners refused to sell, Ebenezer Wyndham III, Solicitor, suggested that there may be a lawsuit on behalf of his client. Three days later, Draco Malfoy owned the paper. The next day, half of the personnel were fired, including everyone who had had a hand in that Christmas article. Draco decided to reorganise the paper instead of closing it. He then made sure that every other reporter in town knew what he had done. He had officially given notice to the press that his family was not open for their sport.
Harry was very happy with the way Draco had handled things with the paper, and still couldn't quite believe that they owned it. It was very strange, but he wasn't complaining. He liked that they wouldn't have to worry about crap articles anymore – well, from the Prophet at least, but he doubted if anyone else would have the guts to publish anything else negative about them.
Harry turned his head to look at the very large pile of toys in their room as he lay in bed with Draco and Valen on a particularly lazy day. They'd tried shrinking them, but Valen went through the toys he played with daily so fast that it was only a pain to shrink them, plus they kept getting lost that way – sometimes being found at inopportune moments in decidedly uncomfortable positions.
Also, Harry and Draco had been unknowingly watched again during, well, sex, and Harry felt rather odd about it. He didn't want to be watched by their baby while thrusting into his husband. They also had a tendency to say some rather ... obscene things during sex, and Valen was getting to the point where he repeated a lot of words.
Harry looked from the pile of toys to Draco again. "Maybe you should show me that nursery today," he suggested, running his fingers through Valen's hair.
Draco had been reading the "New and Improved" Daily Prophet and looked up. He smiled. "We could do that," he said. He made a face at his son. "Before he starts asking strangers to fuck him?" he teased his husband.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "No, let's wait until he actually does that," he said sarcastically.
"Whenever you want to go exploring, I'm ready," Draco answered.
Harry stretched, groaning with the movement. "Let's go now," he said, pushing himself up.
Draco grinned at that familiar groan. Their little girl was growing fast and there was already a small round firm area on his husband's belly. He got up and pulled on some casual clothing.
Harry dressed in loose-fitting junky clothes that he had managed to keep safe from Draco's purging of his school things. He liked their worn feeling. "Let's see it," he said, picking Valen up.
Draco shook his head at his husband's clothing and smiled, taking his hand and leading them to the other side of the Manor.
By the time they had reached their destination, Harry had had to free his glasses from Valen's fingers three times, and was pulling black strands from those same fingers, which had just been gripped in his hair.
Draco shivered as they walked down the hall to his family's main wing of the Manor. He hadn't set foot in this place in over two years. Candles flared as they walked, the Manor itself seeming to lead them. Finally, they stood in front of an ornately carved door. There were snakes and flowers carved into mahogany, the snakes moving among the flowers.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the door. He had to admit that it was beautiful, but it was certainly not something that he had ever pictured any door of his looking like.
Draco smiled, stroking one of the little garden snake images. "I wonder if they respond to Parseltongue," he whispered.
Harry looked at Draco. "Maybe," he replied. "What should I say?"
Draco laughed. "What do you usually say to snakes?" he asked, having never tried to talk to one before.
"Hello?" Harry said jokingly, but he stepped up to one of the snakes and hissed just that. "Hello," he said, holding out his finger like Draco was doing.
The snakes got excited then, curling and writhing on the door. Valen squealed, reaching as if to catch one.
Harry smiled. "I wonder if you've ever been spoken to?" he continued to hiss.
The snakes excitedly told him that it had been a very, very long time.
Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised when they spoke. He looked at Draco. "They talk?" he asked. "Well – hiss in your case, I suppose."
Draco nodded, eyes wide. "What did they say?" he asked in awe.
"That they haven't been spoken to in a long time," Harry answered. "A very, very long time," he corrected.
"Probably generations since there was a Parselmouth in here," Draco whispered. Valen was bouncing excitedly and patting the door. "If you like the door," Draco said to his husband and child, "you will love the room."
"I'm sure we'll talk more," Harry told the snakes with a small smile, stepping back to let Draco open the door.
Draco smiled, turned the handle, and pushed the door open. The room was dark for a minute and then lights flared in glass-covered sconces. Suddenly, the walls themselves seemed to move. It took Harry a moment to figure out that figures had been painted directly on the walls and were now stirring to life like portraits. Unicorns pranced on one wall, and a dragon unfurled its wings on another, while fairies flew across the ceiling.
Harry looked around the room with almost as much wonder as Valen. "Wow," he said quietly, walking over to examine the unicorns, complete with both parents and their golden foals.
Draco smiled at the room, while their son began babbling to the figures on the walls.
Harry put the baby on the floor, still looking around himself. "It's beautiful," he said. "And certainly big enough."
"This is just the play room," Draco said, indicating toys on the shelves and the large toys like the rocking horse. The paint had faded a bit but the room was spotless, which meant the house-elves had kept it clean despite the fact that it had been unoccupied for over seven years. "The place was meant for a large family, so there are also children's bedrooms and a nanny's room attached."
"Merlin, you even had your own miniature suite as a little kid?" Harry asked.
Draco chuckled, not realising that this would surprise his husband. "Well, I was an only child in a nursery meant for many," he said, shrugging.
Harry nodded, looking away from the walls and to his husband. "No need for a nanny's room," he said.
"No," Draco smiled, "and there is a connection between the magic of these walls and the Master bedroom that lets the fairies cross over if there is an emergency and the parents are needed."
"Really?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. "They could both sleep here then if we wanted them to."
"Yes," Draco said, smiling. "And we wouldn't have to worry about being watched by curious children."
Harry snorted. "That is one of my main concerns," he said amusedly. "Do you think he would cry if we left him to sleep in his own room?" he asked, eyeing Valen.
Draco frowned and sighed. "Probably," he said. "But maybe the fairies will talk to him?"
"They can talk?" Harry asked, looking up at the ceiling. "But I thought they couldn't."
Draco blushed. "My nannies told me that, too. And they said that dragons and unicorns didn't talk either. But I swear, the ones in the nursery talked to me."
"What like – like really talked to you?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco rolled his eyes and the blush deepened. "Well, I thought they did," he said.
Harry smiled. "Well, maybe they do," he said. "This place is really old. Maybe they're charmed to talk to the children in the room."
Valen had crawled right up to the wall and was trying to reach the unicorns.
"Maybe," Draco said, smiling at the little boy.
"What's the rest look like?" Harry asked.
Draco picked up the child again and led Harry into the adjoining room. A crib was there, decorated with lace. A mobile of little winged creatures rotated above it, softly whirring. The fairies from the play room seemed to have followed them into here and were flying in circles above their heads. The room was quiet and pretty.
Harry looked around this room as well, and did think it was really quite pretty. "This would be nice for the new baby," he said. "But it seems ... a bit girly for Valen. I mean, I know he's just a baby, but still. Was this your room?" He raised an eyebrow again.
"When I was tiny," Draco said. "There is another room on the other side. That was the one I remember sleeping in." He led them back through the playroom, fairies following, and into a room with a small bed.
The next room was obviously meant for a larger child. There was a bed that was quite good-sized, but low to the ground. The room was painted a pale blue, and silver seemed to be the secondary colour. The blankets and curtains were done in those colours as well. There was an expensive-looking bookcase spanning the length of one wall, next to what looked like a very comfortable window-seat. There was also a little child-sized desk, and a small, dragon-hide reading chair as well. Harry walked further into the room, examining some of the posters on the wall. Quidditch players zoomed around in them, pulling off various plays and special moves. He also noticed the family picture of a much smaller Draco with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. He tried not to scowl at the tall, smirking blond man looking back at him, and he almost felt like taking the picture off the wall and shaking it to get the man to take his hand off the boy's shoulder.
Draco was looking around, lost in memories as he did. He noticed Harry's scowl. "He's dead, Harry," he whispered. "The photo doesn't hurt anyone."
Harry hadn't realised that anything had been showing on his face. "I – I know," he said quietly, stepping away from the wall and up to his husband.
Draco sighed and sat down on the bed, letting Valen crawl out of his lap. The little boy was still watching the fairies who had followed them to this room as well.
Harry sat down next to Draco, looking sideways at him.
"This room bothers you," Draco said, still watching his husband's face.
Harry sighed. "It's not – it's not the room. I just -" He stopped. He didn't know what it was. It was just the thought of Lucius and the things that he had done to Draco. Harry didn't even know when all of that had started, nor did he want to ask.
"I was happy most of the time, when I was small," Draco assured him. "My mother loved me. My father was proud of me. My teachers thought I was bright and my nannies thought I was pretty."
Harry smiled and took in a breath to let it out slowly. He turned his head and gave Draco a small kiss on the lips. He didn't want to let his husband know what he was actually thinking about, and he figured Draco could tell, so he only nodded.
"More today or had enough?" Draco asked, sliding his arm around his husband. Valen lay on his back beside them, burbling happily at the swirling fairies.
"We can keep looking," Harry said, smiling at Valen. After a moment, he said, "I think he would do fine."
"So the question is can you handle the Master Suite, or not," Draco asked, kissing his husband's forehead.
Harry was quiet for a long moment. "Well, I think so," he answered. "It's just a room, right?"
"Yes," Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss his husband.
Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco back, sighing.