Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Severus pointed to the sheet music resting in front of him, looking up at Draco. "Allegro ma non troppo?" he asked, hands poised on the keyboard.

"Yes, that's 'fast but not too fast.' It's Italian," Draco answered. Severus could already play piano by ear very well for a six-year-old, but he'd wanted to learn to read music. Draco smiled reassuringly, trying to keep his hands to his side and let his youngest son work his way through the music. Sev was actually picking it up much faster than Valen had. Draco smiled, looking over at his husband.

Harry smiled back, listening to Sev's slightly choppy version of Clementi sonatina. He was proud of the way Sev tried so hard and wanted to learn more about music.

After a minute, Sev hit a wrong note. His small fist clenched in obvious frustration and his face set in a frown.

Draco rested one hand on the small of his son's back. "You have it. I know you can play it. It's just hard to divide your attention between reading and playing."

Sev huffed and then took a deep breath, beginning to play again.

Harry stood from where he was sitting in one of the armchairs of the drawing room, standing nearer to the piano. With a few more mistakes, and a little more encouragement, Sev finished the song, but didn't look extremely happy with himself. Harry recognised the look as one he had seen before when Sev was being too hard on himself.

Draco patted Sev's back. "It's a good start and it will get easier the more you practise."

Sev sighed, slumping a little, and mumbled something unintelligible.

Draco frowned and looked between Harry and Sev. "What is it?" he asked the boy.

Sev winced slightly before looking up at both his fathers. "Valen can do it," he said quietly.

Harry frowned, a bit confused as he looked from Sev to his husband.

"Valen has had several more years of practise than you have," Draco said. Then, relenting some, "and you are already better than he was at this age."

Sev's grey eyes widened a little. "Yeah?" he said.

"Yes, you are very talented," Draco assured his son, and looked over at Harry, amusement showing in his eyes.

Harry grinned, placing hands on Sev's shoulders. He knew his son struggled a bit with being the youngest and having an older brother with such a strong personality. April's personality was fairly strong too in a different way. Sev's nature was quieter and more contemplative but he didn't seem to see that he was no less a strong presence in the Manor than anyone else. In fact, Harry knew, there were times when Sev was taken more seriously because he so rarely gave an opinion unless he had thought carefully about it.

"Valen's good at everything," the little boy said, releasing a small sigh.

"Well, Valen's older," said Harry. "He knows just a little more, but you'll know all of that same stuff too one day."

"And you will be better at some things than him," Draco added. "Just like I am better at some things than Daddy Harry and vice versa."

Sev looked between them again, his eyes a little brighter. Harry could almost see his brain working as he considered that and accepted it to be true.

"He's right," said Harry, nodding.

"And better than April too?" Sev asked.

Harry snorted. "Yes, at some things," he said. "But you don't have to be better than everyone."

Draco rolled his eyes at that, but didn't let his son see it.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and shrugged. "Just keep at it, kid," he said to Sev. "One day, you might even be better at playing than Daddy Draco."

Sev's mouth opened a little.

Draco kissed the top of his son's head. He actually thought it very likely that Sev would do that quite easily. "It's possible," he said, eyes on Harry as he said it.

***

Sev went back to his practise with renewed vigor, and by the time another half hour was up, he was already playing better. He was beaming as he finished, and Harry ruffled his hair. "Sounded very good to me," he said to the boy, smiling.

"Nicely done," Draco conceded, smiling. They closed the piano. "Time for you to rejoin the others. Master Prentice will be expecting you to work on your Latin today."

Sev sighed a little, but didn't whine like the other children did. Harry was almost certain that he and Draco were raising a Ravenclaw. The boy hopped from the bench and headed for the door.

Draco grinned at his husband and rolled his eyes. April would have screamed bloody murder at the mention of Latin lessons. Draco reached a hand out for Harry.

Harry snorted and took Draco's hand, walking with their son out of the room.

As they strode down the hall and through the house, Eric and Gwen came out of nowhere, screaming and chasing one another.

Harry pulled to an abrupt stop, falling forward but catching himself on Draco's arm.

Draco put an arm around his husband's waist to catch him as Hermione and Ron's twins shot by them. He looked about to see if there was an adult following the children.

Sure enough, Ron was not too far behind them, panting. "Sorry," he said quickly, dashing after the three-year-olds.

Draco chuckled, keeping his arm around Harry and following their youngest son to the small classroom they had set up near the library. There they found Valen, April, Emily and Christophe already hard at work on their Latin lessons and Master Prentice, their middle-aged tutor, reading scrolls of previously completed work.

Sev crossed the room and took his seat next to Emily, who was working very diligently. All the children looked up. Valen arched an eyebrow questioningly. Draco shook his head, knowing his eldest was looking for an excuse to get out of Latin.

Emily glanced up for only a moment, but April smiled, placing her quill upon the desk, and Chris put his quill down as well.

"No, you lot, keep working," said Harry.

Valen rolled his eyes and there was a kind of collective groan from the other children. Prentice got up from his desk and came to the door, stepping out into the hall to talk to Draco and Harry.

"How are they doing?" Harry asked.

"Each to their gifts," Prentice said with a small smile but then sighed. "April still daydreams too much and Valen is more interested in reading than in the language arts. Chris is strong in languages but mathematics still frustrate him. Sev is best in math but seems to enjoy most subjects. He just lacks confidence."

"Doesn't surprise me at all," Harry said, nodding.

Draco cocked his head, considering. "Maybe a family trip to Europe sometime soon would help strengthen their appreciation in the languages."

Prentice nodded. "Very good idea. Hearing languages spoken by those native to them always helps."

Harry looked at Draco. "To where?" he said. "They already know French."

"I think visiting other countries might be a good idea. Spain, Germany, Italy, maybe others," Draco answered.

Harry shrugged, "Sure," he said. "We could take all of them."

"I will make a list of sites I think would be good for their education," Prentice said and then at Draco's nod, went back to the classroom.

Harry took Draco's hand again, smiling at him. "Well, I'm sure they'll be excited when they hear about that," he said.

***

Draco lay back in their big bed with a contented sigh. Six children in bed and another day done. He smiled up at his husband, watching him undress. It wasn't much to watch, though, as Harry simply stripped with magic. He climbed into bed after Draco, laying down beside him.

Draco chuckled, rolling on his side facing his husband. "You still make it look so easy," he whispered.

Harry grinned and shrugged, reaching for a piece of Draco's hair as he usually did.

"Sev tries so hard to do everything that you and Valen can do but he probably won't have the wandless magic," Draco observed.

"Probably not," Harry agreed with a sigh. "Not that same ability anyway. I hardly have to try."

"Yet, the academic side is his strength. I wonder if he will like potions," Draco mused.

"Very likely," Harry said, smiling.

"Severus Snape would be amused," Draco added. "And April," he sighed, "it's hard to get her to focus long enough to find her strengths."

"I know," Harry said, sighing as well. "What are we supposed to do about that? She has more doodles on her parchment than actual work."

Draco remembered stolen bits of parchment from Harry and smirked. "Sound like anyone you remember?"

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "Maybe," he said.

"I doubt my methods of incentive are appropriate for a child, but we will have to look for a way to motivate her," Draco said, right hand reaching to slide over his husband's skin as he mentioned his own methods.

"And what are your methods of incentive?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Oh, I think you remember quite well," Draco purred, fingertips caressing Harry's right nipple. "Why, do you have something new you need to learn?"

"Mmm," Harry let out slowly, waggling his eyebrows. "In a teaching mood?" he asked.

"Always in the mood with you," Draco replied, fingers sliding over to tweak the second nipple, his heart speeding up and his erection firming.

Harry bit his lip, sliding his own hand down over Draco's chest. He liked all of the things Draco had taught him in the past. Each lesson had been ... stimulating, to say the least.

"What do you want to learn today?" Draco asked, licking his lips and shivering at Harry's touch.

Harry grinned slyly, moving his hand lower and lower. "I've always thought wand history was exceptionally interesting," he said.

Draco chuckled but then gasped as those fingers moved closer to his arousal. "Well, my wand is particularly fond of you," he replied as said shaft twitched excitedly.

Harry finally closed his hand around that shaft, squeezing gently. "Oh, yes, I can feel that," he said, voice dropping.

Draco's reply was a moan of delight as he fell back onto the pillows and arched his hips into his lover's touch.

Harry watched him, heat gathering in his belly. "What sort of core does your wand have?" he asked teasingly, shifting so that he could move down Draco's body.

"Dragon's heart," Draco answered honestly, knowing that it worked on so many levels for them.

Harry had reached the well-visited space between Draco's long legs and he grinned up at his husband. "Dragon heart string," he repeated, licking slowly over the head of Draco's cock.

"Yesss," Draco hissed and then whispered. The lion tattoo on his hip, rolled excitedly. "And you do like dragons, don't you?"

"Oh, I love dragons," Harry breathed over the soft, red flesh in his hand. "Especially those that are blond."

"You like teasing dragons," Draco said, smirking and lifting his hips again.

Harry met Draco's eyes, grinning as he dragged his tongue across the head again. "Well, of course," he said.

Draco gasped and clutched the bed covers to control himself.

"I love doing this to you," Harry whispered, licking again, "because of the way you look when I do, the way you sound." He reached down with his right hand, letting his fingers trail over the skin of Draco's leg.

"Oh, yes, devour me," Draco encouraged, shivering and the lion mirrored him.

Harry smiled. "Swallow you whole," he replied, eyes on Draco's face as he lowered his mouth over his length.

Draco moaned, one hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. "Oh, so good," he whispered.

Harry flicked and pressed his tongue, taking in every drop of pre-come, drowning in every movement Draco made, every sound he released. "You want me to fuck you?" he breathed, kissing down Draco's shaft and then up his abdomen until he could lick at the lion across Draco's hip.

"Want you to practise dragon riding, my hero," Draco managed to gasp, writhing under him.

"Ooh," Harry purred, sliding up Draco's body to slip his tongue into Draco's ready mouth. He reached behind himself with slicked fingers, not wanting to waste too much time on preparation.

Draco trembled, hard and eager for Harry. He sucked on his lover's tongue, one hand still curled in the man's dark hair.

Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, cock throbbing between their bodies as he stretched himself. "Fuck, gonna ride you so hard," he whispered, taking fingers out and sliding even more up Draco's body.

"Yes, my love, ride me," Draco agreed, his silver hand reaching up to caress Harry's shaft.

Harry hissed and moaned, sliding a hand into Draco's hair as he moved down onto his cock.

Draco still gasped at that first moment when his lover's body stretched, the head of his cock breaching Harry's entrance and then the tight ring sliding down his shaft, warm heat swallowing him. His eyelids fluttered and he moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his lover's hair.

"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry let out in a low growl, sitting up to push himself down on Draco as far as he could.

Draco shuddered, writhing under his lover. He felt Harry's body and magic pulse around him and it was still the best feeling he knew. "Yes, Gods, yes," he cried out.

Harry tilted his head back, his eyes closing as he shifted and rolled his hips down against Draco's hips and the thick cock inside him.

Draco moaned, pressing his feet against the bed so that he could thrust up into Harry as the man began to moved on top of him. He wrapped silver fingers around Harry's cock, stroking the man's flesh in time with their movements.

"Yes, Draco, fuck," Harry moaned loudly, grasping his husband's shoulders as he rocked a little faster, his cock spurting a bit.

Draco gathered that slick pre-come on his metal fingers, using it to make them slide better and rubbing the head of Harry's cock with the thumb on each up stroke. He was panting now as Harry rode him faster, making his body shudder with every move.

"So good," Harry gasped, not slowing. "So good, Draco!" He leant back, using one hand to hold himself up against the mattress and thrust up into Draco's hand.

Draco's right hand slipped from Harry's head as the man leant back, so he grasped his thigh instead, still working his cock with the other and thrusting up into his lover's body.

Harry's cries grew louder, his movements faster, less coordinated. Draco's hand slipped and squeezed and pulled, and the heat was rising, and it was so fucking good. Before another five minutes had passed, Harry was coming, thrusting himself into Draco's lap repeatedly.

Draco came screaming and thrashing under his husband, filling Harry's body with his seed as Harry's slick come coated his hand and his belly.

"Fuck," Harry released in a strangled groan, panting heavily as his eyelids drooped.

Draco was still panting and reached his right hand up to draw Harry down to him, cupping the back of his head.

Harry sighed, feeling Draco's heartbeat as he kissed him.

Draco hummed into the kiss and shivered with the aftermath of their magic entwined, sparking in his body. When he drew back it was to look into those green eyes he adored so much. "You make me feel like a dragon," he said. "Like I am invincible to anything but your love, my lion."

Harry smiled at him. "Then I'm doing my job," he whispered, pushing Draco's slightly damp hair back.

Draco felt such peace at moments like this that it was almost hard to believe. He had the most wonderful husband in the world, three amazing children and a lot of good friends. "Very good at it," he whispered.

Harry's smile grew into a grin. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," he teased.

Draco sighed contentedly, his cock had softened now and he wriggled a bit, slipping from inside Harry and feeling the sticky mess between them. "Cleaning Charm or nice hot bath?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You make a nice, hot bath sound good," Harry replied, kissing the corner of Draco's mouth.

"You make everything good," Draco responded. He gave his husband a quick kiss and gently smacked his arse, encouraging him to get up.

Harry rolled lightly to the side and pushed himself up off the bed, standing naked and stretching.

Draco shook his head, smiling at the glory that was his husband – naked and just shagged. He Summoned his wand, walking to their private bath and starting it. "So I think the trip is a good idea," he said, looking back over his shoulder as he removed his silver hand.

"Yeah, me too," said Harry. "Maybe it'll help April actually pay attention."

"Do you think Ron and Hermione can come along and bring their kids, too?" Draco asked, setting the silver hand on the sink counter. "Or is travelling with six kids tempting fate?"

"Six kids," Harry sighed. "Well, we could bring Bill and Fleur too if Bill can get off work."

"Seven kids, but at least the parent to child ratio goes up, along with having another multilingual adult along," Draco said, starting to think through the complications of taking that many people on a trip through several countries.

Harry frowned thoughtfully and shrugged. "Whatever works best," he said. "That would be a lot of people."

"We might want to hire someone else to help with the children on the trip," Draco said, maybe even Prentice himself if he is willing to help continue their studies as part of the trip. Draco turned off the taps, testing the water.

Harry put a leg in the tub. "We could do that, I suppose," he said, letting his second leg join the first. "At least for going out, keeping them safe."

Draco slid into the tub as well, sighing happily at the feel of the warm water. "And it might be nice to have someone to watch the kids while the parents go out occasionally."

"Could one person handle eight kids?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he slide next to Draco. "I don't know if I want one person to handle eight kids."

Draco chuckled, turning around with his back to Harry, a usual hint he wanted his back washed. "Hopefully the kids would be in bed asleep," he said. "But, maybe we could hire a second person as well."

"Would probably be a good idea," said Harry, lathering up a flannel and then pressing it to Draco's back. As he moved the soft cloth over Draco, Harry considered another option. While it had taken Molly time to move past Arthur's death, she was doing much better and staying involved in the lives of her children and grandchildren. Harry couldn't think of anyone more comfortable in large groups of children than Molly Weasley. Harry kissed Draco's shoulder and murmured, "What about asking Molly to go with us and help out?"

"Mmm," Draco hummed happily at his lover's attentions. "It's very much worth considering. The more I think about the trip, the more of an adventure I think it will be," he continued. "Maybe we could manage to catch some of the International Quidditch games."

"Now, that would be fun," said Harry, massaging as he washed.

Draco bent his head, pulling his long hair to one side in front so Harry could get his upper back and neck. "Ron might even be able to consider the trip a business expense since he could promote the brooms."

Harry nodded again. "He's always looking," he said. Their friend's business had grown quite a lot in the last few years. Some of the more minor Quidditch teams had even begun using his brooms over the latest Firebolt models.

Although the idea of the trip was primarily for the children to see other parts of Europe, the more Draco thought about it, the more he saw it might be good for the adults as well, both fun and good for their various enterprises For Molly, it would be a way to help and enjoy her grandkids. "Then I will start working on the plans tomorrow. It might be good business for us as well," he said.

Harry nodded again. "Might be very good," he said. "Could help Fred and George too, get their names out more internationally." In recent years, he'd signed on as the twins' partner – more to help them with his 'name' than for more money himself. He'd done the same to help Ron out.

Draco leant back, turning his head to kiss Harry gently. "And this may be the last family trip before Valen starts Hogwarts," he added.

Harry frowned slightly, sighing. "He's ten," he said quietly, sounding as if he'd only really just thought about it, though he had thought about it before.

Draco turned around putting his legs over Harry's and his arms around him to hold him close. "Yes, not so young anymore," he agreed.

"Can you believe that?" Harry asked, holding Draco's sides. "He's ten."

"Ten going on thirty," Draco said with a huff. "Smart, beautiful, thinks he knows everything, and enjoys pushing the limits." He shook his head. "McGonagall might want to consider early retirement."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "And," he took a deep breath, "I will finally admit it aloud – probably in Slytherin. A Slytherin came out of me."

Draco laughed happily, half a dozen crude remarks occurring to him at his husband's declaration. He slid his hand beneath the water and up his thigh. "You like Slytherin inside you," he teased.

Harry smirked at the familiar line. "Yes," he said, "but that is entirely different." Then he chuckled again. "Even if he is in Slytherin, I'm sure he'll make a good one. You're not so bad."

Draco gave a look of mock offence. "Oh, so I have completely lost my bad boy image?" His tone belied his hand moving up so caress Harry's arse.

Harry waggled his eyebrows. "Well, not completely," he said in a teasing tone. "But, being married to Saint Potter might have tarnished that image a little."

Draco snorted. "Yes, Gryffindor Paragon whose language and perverted nature would scare Hippogriffs into a stampede. Gods, I love you."

Harry laughed loudly at that. "And I love you," he said.