Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

"I really can't believe you did that," said Ron, handing his cloak to Leakey. He and Harry were just getting in from an afternoon spent with several people from the Department of Magical Games and Sports, discussing broomstick regulations.

"Shut up," Harry told him, a wide grin on his face.

"Oh, right," said Ron, shaking his head. "It's supposed to be a surprise."

"Yes," said Harry, "it is. So be quiet about it."

Ron was still shaking his head. "All right, all right," he said, sounding slightly amused.

Harry was still grinning as he watched Ron leave the entrance hall. He handed his cloak to the elf as well. "Do you know where Draco is?" he asked.

"Yes, Master Harry," said Leakey. "Master Draco be in the sitting room with Master Valen, Mistress April, and Mrs Weasley."

"Thank you," Harry answered. Even after all the months that had passed, it was still strange to hear Hermione called Mrs Weasley. He tugged on his shirt hem, making sure that it hung down to hide his skin before he left the room and entered into the one that held his husband and friends, as Ron was there now, too.

He made his way over to Draco and kissed his forehead. "Evening, love," he said with a smile.

Draco was sitting on the rug, playing with the two children. He had been rolling a small magical ball and watching while Valen ran after it. April was lying on the blanket in front of him and watched her brother with what looked like envy. Draco leant up to kiss Harry properly.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips, getting to the floor with him. He looked over to see Ron whispering in Hermione's ear. He shot him a quick look and shook his head a bit.

April began holding her little hands out for Harry and making whimpering noises which were usually a prelude to screaming.

"Oh, what's the matter with my baby?" Harry cooed, taking the little girl into his arms. "You want to run too, huh?"

April babbled in response but then began pulling on Harry's shirt.

Harry discreetly held the hem of his shirt again, making sure that April couldn't pull it up. "Okay," he told her. "You can eat."

Draco cocked his head, smiling and watching them. Valen threw the ball and it bounced wildly off a chair and the wall. It was charmed not to break anything. Draco Summoned it to throw again.

Feeding the baby with Ron and Hermione in the room wasn't really a big deal to Harry or his best friends. He did it often, unlike with Valen, whom he had fed away from most people nearly all of the time. It made it difficult to think of how he could feed April without Draco seeing his ... surprise.

April began to squirm and scrunched up her face with anger when she wasn't promptly fed. "Now!" she hissed at her Daddy Harry, pulling even more insistently on his clothes.

"I'm getting there, baby," Harry hissed back at her, giving Draco a little smile before tugging upwards on the shirt. He bent down as far as he could without looking strange and then put the shirt in his lap, effectively covering his right side. He settled April to his nipple, calming her.

Draco threw the ball again for Valen and then arched an eyebrow at his husband. It was odd to hear an infant hiss like a snake. "Better than her screaming," Draco mused aloud.

Harry nodded in agreement. Half the time, the children didn't even know they slipped into Parseltongue. Since April had started, Valen had a reason to speak it and now did so often, even to Draco or other people who couldn't understand the language.

"Ball," Valen hissed, holding it up. Then he tried once again to throw Draco the ball and managed to bounce it off the shield Draco had placed in front of the fireplace.

Harry laughed at the way the little body chased after the ball again before he could Summon it. "It's like playing fetch," he said, seeing Ron shaking his head again out of the corner of his eye.

"I am trying to teach him to throw it back," Draco said, amused. "But he is much better at chasing it."

"Well, of course," said Harry. "He's much better at Seeking."

"Well, he certainly wouldn't make a good Beater at this point," Draco said and then laughed as the ball bounced off the side of the chair where Hermione was sitting.

Hermione smiled and bent to throw the ball gently back. She glanced at Harry and her eyes trailed to where his shirt covered the top of his trousers.

Draco had missed the looks. He turned to lean in and kiss his husband again, stroking his daughter’s hair as he did.

Harry kissed Draco back, but was still aware of the secret he was hiding and made sure not to move the wrong way.

Draco licked his husband’s lips suggestively before sitting back again. He smiled at the now sleeping girl in Harry's arms.

Harry hummed when Draco pulled away, already imagining what his husband might think of his surprise. He grew warmer, staring at Draco with soft but slightly darkened eyes.

Draco grinned, waggling his eyebrows at the clearly aroused look his husband gave him. "Shall I put her in the cot?" he asked softly.

Harry nodded, unable to resist giving Draco another lazy kiss before he took April.

"Might as well just throw the ball here as well so I can take over playing with Valen," said Ron with a knowing smile and a raise of his brows.

Harry snorted. Their friends knew them well. He reached over to grab the ball and tossed it across the room, amused when Valen followed it.

Draco stood up and then bent, lifting April carefully from Harry's arms and putting her in the nearby cot. He made sure to cast a Shield Spell on the cot as well so her brother didn't bounce the ball off her. Then he turned back to Harry.

As Draco turned back, Harry was pulling his shirt back on, and it was quite possible that there was something peeking out of the top of his trousers.

Draco frowned, a movement catching his attention. He stepped closer and crouched beside Harry. "What is that?" he asked.

Harry looked blankly into Draco's face. "What is what?" he said.

Draco snorted. "Still a terrible liar, Potter," he drawled, reaching to lift the shirt Harry had just pulled on.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand, raising his eyebrows at him. "It's nothing," he said teasingly.

"Nothing?" Draco asked. "Then why are you hiding it?"

Harry turned his head toward Ron and Hermione. "You'll watch Valen and April for a bit?"

Ron nodded, the amusement having not left his face since Harry had actually got the thing.

Harry smiled. "Come on," he said to Draco, getting to his feet.

Draco was intrigued, a bit annoyed and very curious. He nodded to Harry.

Harry pulled Draco against him and Apparated to their bedroom. He took a step back from his husband, a sly smile upon his lips. "Want to undress me?" he asked.

"I want to see what it is you're are hiding," Draco said, nodding. He was tempted to just spell the clothes away.

Harry walked backwards and lowered himself onto the bed, leaning his weight back on his arms. "Well, come on then," he said.

"Teasing could get you in a world of trouble, Harry," Draco warned, eyes narrowing.

"Oh?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "You don't want to see it then?"

"I do, you git," Draco snapped, drew his wand and cast the spell to strip his husband.

"Merlin," said Harry not having expected that.

From where Draco stood, he could see something spread across Harry's right hip. Draco moved quickly forward, eyes focused on his husband.

There was the image of a magnificent-looking green and silver-scaled dragon against Harry's skin. Its wings were open and powerful, its gently swaying tail reaching around Harry's side to where it would obviously just show from his back.

"Fuck," Draco let out in a quiet huff, reaching a hand to touch the image. At Draco's touch, the dragon dipped its head to try and reach his fingers, its eyes sliding half closed. Draco's fingers trembled as he touched his lover's skin, trailing down the image of the dragon. It felt the same as Harry's skin but there was an added tingle of the magic from the tattoo.

"Do you like it?" Harry whispered, watching Draco's face.

Draco blinked and then swallowed hard, eyes glazed with lust as he forced himself to look away from the image and up to his husband's face. "Yesss," he managed, hand still caressing the image of the dragon.

Harry licked his lips, still watching Draco. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Fuck me and watch it."

"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco answered, his cock so hard now the pressure hurt. He glanced between the tattoo and his lover's face. "Strip me," he said.

Harry pressed hands to Draco's body, removing his clothing and then letting himself fall fully onto the bed.

Draco let his gaze travel over that body he loved so much and then came to rest again on the tattoo and his lover's cock so near. "Spread yourself," he said.

Harry spread his legs wide and then reached down with his hands, grabbing his arse cheeks, panting already.

Draco climbed up between those legs but didn't immediately move to fuck Harry. Instead, he ran both hands up his legs until he reach his hips, watching the dragon as he did.

The dragon looked like it would be purring if it were able. It shivered as the long pale fingers of its owner's lover caressed its scales. Harry shivered as well, his cock twitching.

"Do you feel anything when it moves?" Draco asked.

It took a moment for Harry to be able to speak properly. "It – it flutters there," he breathed.

Draco nodded, licking his lips and then bending his head down to his lover's hip. He used the tip of his tongue to touch the dragon.

Harry moaned as the dragon arched its neck, the fluttering feeling stronger.

Draco chuckled deeply at his husband's and the tattoo’s reactions. He began licking along the image of the dragon.

Harry hissed and gasped with pleasure. And when the dragon swung its tail around, trying to get Draco to touch more of it, Harry jumped in surprise and then let out a whimpering moan. The tail, instead of wrapping around his side as it would be normally, came very close to his throbbing cock. "Fuck, Draco, fuck," he gasped.

Draco laughed in delight. "This is brilliant work," he said, wondering who did the Tattoo Spell, but deciding to ask later. He wondered how long his husband would last if he kept doing this. He smiled wickedly before nipping gently at the dragon's back.

Harry's eyes rolled back and he couldn't stand not touching Draco any longer. He brought a hand up to grip blond hair and arched, the dragon arching again as well.

Draco continued to nip and lick at the image of the dragon on his lover's skin. While he did, he slid a hand up the inside of Harry's thigh.

"Oh, fuck, please," Harry babbled. "Please, Draco, please don't stop," he begged, even though Draco technically wasn't doing too much of anything besides licking and touching his skin.

Draco was trembling, he was so aroused. He tried sucking on the dragon now.

The dragon threw its head back as Harry did, tiny sparks of actual magic shooting from its nostrils. Harry hooked a leg around Draco, pulling his hair.

Draco's eyes widened and he growled at the sensations. His hand between Harry's legs wrapped around the man's cock even as he began to suck and nip harder at the dragon tattoo.

"Oh, God!" Harry shouted when the tail reached far enough to wrap around the base of his cock as Draco took hold of it. The little sparks continued to shoot up.

Draco's cock was leaking and twitching, each bolt of magic making his body shiver. "Oh, yes," he said, biting into the scales of the dragon.

"Draco, I'm gonna come!" Harry told him, panting heavily and moving restlessly, trying to hold back. He cried out when Draco bit him, the feeling sent up his cock through the tattoo almost enough to push him over the edge.

Draco hummed, biting and licking harder, his hand moving faster and he could feel the energy building.

Harry simply couldn't help himself. He came very hard, shooting come over his stomach and chest, a bit of it even hitting his neck. He screamed Draco's name, clutching the parts of him he could reach with both arms and legs, his body spasming.

The magic flared out from Harry and over Draco, so that the blond screamed too. He came hard, the hot liquid coating his hand, Harry's cock and the dragon tattoo.

Harry panted and gasped, his chest heaving as the dragon slowly and gently unwrapped its tail, seeming to calm down as Harry did.

"Oh, Gods," Draco managed, still panting hard. He was curled over Harry, his face pressed just above his lover's hip on his belly and his hand still holding Harry's cock.

"I have never," Harry said between massive breaths, "come so hard from a wank before in my life."

"Maybe the first time," Draco said, chuckling deeply. "You know that wasn't normal behaviour for a tattoo, even a magical one."

"It can't be," Harry agreed. "Or else everyone and their grandmothers would have one."

"Your tattoo acts more like your Patronus," Draco whispered, slowly releasing his lover's cock.

"Maybe it has to do with my magic," Harry said, twitching. "And that it's a dragon."

"Yeah, you do seem to have a way with dragons," Draco teased.

Harry smiled, fingering a strand of Draco's hair. "I wonder if it would be the same for you if you were to get one," he said.

"I don't have your power," Draco said, lifting his head to look up at Harry. "But it might play for you. A lion to match?"

Harry hummed, intrigued. "Would you want to get one?" he asked.

"If it did that, I would," Draco laughed.

"I think it would look sexy," Harry said, giving his eyebrows a waggle.

"And we both know that's what it's all about for you," Draco teased, climbing up his lover's body to kiss him.

Harry grinned as he lifted his head to meet Draco's lips. "Is that a complaint?" he asked.

"Never," Draco whispered against his lips, licking them. "My lion can have his way with me forever."

"Mmm, good," Harry said with a quiet sigh. "Because I believe I will take you up on that."