Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)

Harry had been nervous since Draco had left and spent the day playing with his hands and tugging on his clothes, running his fingers anxiously through his hair.

Hermione kept telling him that there was nothing to worry about, that Draco wouldn't have gone if he'd thought it would be dangerous, and Harry knew that too, yet he still worried.

He'd just put Valen down for a nap and was coming back down the stairs. Being pregnant, he was supposed to Apparate as little as possible.

Draco Apparated to the front of the Manor and stepped into his home, shaking out his cloak and handing it to Leakey. He smiled as he saw his husband trying to make his way down the steps. "Stay there and I'll meet you halfway," he said.

Harry sighed in relief, smiling at the sight of Draco, and stayed put.

The blond climbed up to him, stopping on the step just below Harry and looking up at him. He bent and kissed the small mound of his husband's stomach.

Harry put a hand on the back of Draco's neck, his smile growing. "How did it go?" he asked.

Draco pressed his cheek against Harry's belly. "She understood the message," he said a bit sadly.

Harry's face fell at Draco's tone. "Well, that's good?" he said.

The blond lifted his head, turning his face up to Harry's, looking into his eyes. "She will never be a danger to us again," he said firmly.

Harry nodded and pushed Draco's hair back. "That's all I wanted."

Draco stepped up beside him, putting an arm around Harry's waist. "Let's go to our room and talk about it there," he suggested.

Harry nodded, turning back around to start climbing again.

Draco helped him, supporting Harry's back as they went. "Is Valen asleep?" he asked, glancing at the hissing serpents on the nursery door.

"Yes," Harry answered. "I just put him to bed."

Draco led his husband into their own room and, pulling him into his arms, bent to kiss him.

Harry closed his eyes, his hands pressing into Draco's back. "Are you going to the dinner?" he whispered.

"I think it would be good for business," Draco answered. "And a connection with her future husband would ensure she remembers the promise."

Harry nodded again. "How did you get her to promise anything?" he asked. "Did you tell her you owned the Prophet?"

Draco pulled his husband over to the bed and sat down with him. "I did," he said and then paused, not knowing whether to explain the rest.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's chest, leaning in to kiss his face and neck. "And that's all it took?" he asked.

Draco shook his head. "I swore to protect my family, no matter what, you know that," he said, hand coming to rest on Harry's belly again.

Harry nodded, kissing Draco's pulse point before pulling back to look at him.

"I implied that I would tell her husband and possibly even the public about her past," Draco said. "About her father."

Harry's eyes widened. "Merlin," he said quietly.

Draco's fingers caressed the swell of his husband's belly. "I hope I never have to use the information, but I will if she tries anything again."

"What's she afraid would happen if you told?" Harry said quietly, staring down at Draco's hand now.

Draco frowned, making a kind of disbelieving face at Harry. "What do you think would happen? You can't think that Gamp would marry her if he knew?"

"If he loves her," Harry responded. "It's not Pansy's fault her father was a sick old bastard. The man deserves to have his life ruined and he doesn't deserve her willingness to try and please him, to keep him safe."

Draco sighed, realising they had reached another of 'those' conversations where Harry was unlikely to understand the culture he came from. "First, it's an arranged marriage, so I doubt that he loves her. He may like her, but they probably don't even know each other very well at all."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I just don't understand," he said. "How is that living? Always worried about what you look like, always guarding your secrets, never allowed to do what you really want to do, to fall in love with and marry the person you actually want."

Draco rubbed his other hand on Harry's back soothingly, leaning in to kiss him quickly before replying. "I know you feel that love is what matters most. And certainly, I must agree with you or I wouldn't be here," he smirked at that. "But not everyone believes that way. Pansy wants this match. She wants the money and the power and the sense of belonging she thinks she will get from it."

"Thinks she will get from it," Harry stressed. "It isn't real. No matter if you believe it or not, love is the most important thing."

"It is her choice to do this," Draco said. "She could walk away from her family, from the money and power, if that mattered to her."

Harry shrugged. "If she met someone and fell in love, for real, it would."

Draco smiled again, his own love for Harry so overwhelming that he knew he would if he had to make a choice. He liked his wealth but would choose Harry and their children over it. "And since she has never been in love or been truly loved by someone else, she doesn't think the way you do. What she wants now is to get away from her father without giving up her position in society. Gamp is a way to do that. And who knows, maybe they will love each other."

Harry sighed, turning his head to look at Draco. "Maybe," he agreed. "I don't even know why I care."

Draco chuckled at that. "You are just that loving and amazing that you even feel for someone like Pansy. She will never tell her own husband because she doesn't believe that people like you exist," Draco explained, fingers caressing Harry's cheek as he did. "I didn't either, you know. I just had the good fortune to fall for you anyway."

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'm glad you did," he said.

"How glad?" Draco teased, sliding his hand back into his lover's hair.

"Too glad," Harry teased back, pulling Draco down with him onto the mattress.

Draco caught himself so he wouldn't put too much of his weight on Harry's belly, crouching over him. He kissed his husband with long, slow, slick kisses.

"Mmm," Harry hummed as his tongue slid with Draco's, hands travelling the length of his back.

"I want you to know, to feel how special you are, Harry," Draco whispered. "You have given me a life I didn't even dare imagine. You accept me even with my flaws, even when you don't agree or understand. You love me through it all." He looked down into those green eyes. "It sounds trite but it isn't. I want to make love to you now and over and over again until I am too old to do anything but lie in bed with you."

Harry didn't know how Draco managed to make him fall more and more in love with him every minute. "You make me feel," he whispered, "like the most important person in the entire world."

"You are," Draco grinned, sliding his hands up under Harry's shirt, one immediately going to his belly and the other to tease his nipples.

"You are to me," Harry told him, stripping away his own clothes with a smile.

Draco loved that spell and thrilled at the power when Harry used it. "I want to kiss every inch of you," he said, working his way down Harry's neck.

The smile didn't leave Harry's face and he slipped his fingers into Draco's hair. "Feel free," he whispered, tilting his head.

Draco hummed happily, licking and sucking his way down, moving to even kiss his way down both of Harry's arms, kissing each finger tip when he got there.

Harry bit his lip as he watched, eyes soft and happy. Every kiss was a burst of pleasure and love both, sending tingles over Harry's skin and even inside it, down deep.

Draco worked his way back to Harry's body via the sensitive underside of Harry's arms, enjoying the way his lover squirmed when he reached armpits that tickled. Then he moved back to his body, kissing his chest and stopping to suck at each nipple. His finger caressed Harry's skin, too, mapping every contour of bone and muscle.

"How do you do this?" Harry asked, leaning and arching into the touches.

"How could I not?" Draco answered, smiling up at him. "I adore you, every part of you." He was kissing that swollen belly now, actually nuzzling it with his face, too.

Harry wasn't sure he could stop smiling. "It's like you haven't had me every day for longer than a year."

"Not every day, and never enough to show you how I feel," Draco whispered, lips caressing Harry's hip bone now, then the other, not yet touching his lover's arousal but working down his legs next instead.

Harry wiggled his toes, still watching Draco's lips moving over his skin. "You show me," he whispered. "You're amazing at it."

Draco traced the lines of those long lean legs. Then he lifted Harry's foot in his hand and kissed his wiggling toes.

Harry grinned. It tickled, but he stayed put, letting Draco do whatever he wanted to do to him.

Draco gently but firmly gripped Harry's foot and then began to lick his toes, grinning mischievously at him.

Harry did squirm then and laughed. "Draco!" he protested.

"I wonder if sucking your toes will make your cock twitch the way sucking your fingers does?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.

Harry wondered if anything could make his cock twitch like Draco's words did. "You think?" he breathed, his eyes darkening.

"Let's find out," Draco said, sucking several toes into his mouth and swirling his tongue over them.

Harry laughed and moaned at the same time, which was really a rather strange sound. And his cock did jerk hard, as if it could do anything else with Draco looking at him like that.

The blond sucked and licked Harry's toes with the same passion he would normally use on his lover's cock.

"Okay," Harry gasped, dribbling pre-come onto his belly. "Please."

Draco was delighted to have discovered another of Harry's kinks. He released the foot, but only to give the other similar treatment.

Harry groaned and arched up. "Please, Draco, please," he begged, his head thrown back now, mouth open.

"Please what?" Draco asked, running his tongue over the sensitive underside of Harry's toes.

Harry tried to think about something other than the burning heat in his groin. "Please!" And the begging was sort of demanding now. "Something!"

"Turn over," Draco told him.

Harry did so quickly, flipping atop the bed and panting.

Draco began kissing up the backs of Harry's legs, fingers squeezing in the wake of his mouth.

Harry's body flushed and heat rushed straight to his cock, making it twitch and spurt clear fluid onto the sheets.

Draco pushed his lover's legs further apart, kneading his flesh as he moved up. He lovingly kissed the crease where Harry's upper thighs met his arse.

"Oh, God," Harry moaned somewhat squeakily. "Please, yes, Draco, yeah."

Draco smiled, kissing the rounded flesh and then nipping at it.

Harry licked his lips. "Good ... at ... kissing arse as you are at ... kicking it?" he gasped.

"You like that, don't you?" Draco asked, thrilled himself.

"Rimming?" Harry laughed breathlessly. "What was ... your clue?"

Draco chuckled darkly. "No, my, as you put it, kicking arse," he answered, but spread his lover's arse as he did.

Harry released another loud groan. "You're so ... fucking hot," he panted. "So fucking hot when ... you do."

Draco understood this was about more than sex. No one had protected Harry when he was young, so to have a husband who did meant a lot to him. "Good, because protecting this arse is my pleasure," Draco purred. "As well as licking it," he added with an illustrative lick along that crevice.

Harry breathed hotly against the sheets, grasping them as he lifted his hips and arse to that tongue.

Draco flicked his tongue against the quivering hole, letting it move quickly and lightly back and forth.

"Fuck," Harry hissed, closing his eyes tightly. "Oh, fuck, I love you, love this. Don't stop!"

Draco did pull back then. "Up on your knees, my love," he said, patting his arse affectionately.

Harry whined his complaint at Draco doing exactly what he'd just told him not to, but pushed himself up, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

"I adore how eager you are for me," Draco gasped, reaching to part and lower his mouth to his husband's arse again.

Harry's head dropped back down and his muscles clenched, including those beneath where Draco was licking. "I adore your mouth," he moaned.

Draco found that ironic given their history but revelled in it now. He pressed his lips to his lover's hole and thrust his tongue into him.

Harry groaned and gasped, pressing back and arching. He tossed his head from side to side and let Draco slide his tongue in and out of his body until he felt as if he were about to blow up and be nothing but fucking dust in the air. "Fuck me!" he shouted, arms straining and body glistening as he trembled.

Draco's entire body shuddered with desire and he sat back, moving up to position himself. "Lube," he suggested to Harry.

Harry willed the lube and slicked himself with it in less than two seconds. "Go," he whimpered. "Go, do it."

Draco didn't question it, pressing his cock into his husband's body with a moan of delight, hands clutching Harry's hips as he did.

"Oh, yeah," Harry whispered, squeezing around every inch of Draco inside him. "Move."

"Yes," Draco agreed, rotating his hips now to slide in and out in that circular motion that brought the most contact for both of them.

"Fuck," Harry hissed again, jerking forward and back with every movement. "Merlin, fuck me."

"Yes, now and always," Draco gasped, trembling as he lost himself in the pleasure of Harry's heat and magic.

"Oh, God," Harry whispered, reaching back with one hand to grasp Draco's thigh. "Want you to fill me up."

Draco moved one hand around Harry's waist, cupping the curve of his lower belly. "Think I did," he laughed, panting as he moved faster, thrust harder.

Harry laughed with him. "Do it again," he breathed, closing his eyes as he got closer and closer with every thrust.

"As you wish," Draco gasped. It was delightful that Harry could order him now and it was something that was hot but didn't automatically compel his body.

Harry jerked forward one last time, making a strangled noise that cut off when he began to come. He gripped Draco's thigh tightly, his fingers digging into his skin.

Fire pulsed through him and Draco's cock shuddered its release as his husband's body clenched, seeming to pull his orgasm from him.

"Yes," Harry groaned, slipping limply down to the damp bed under him.

Draco's arms and legs trembled as he held himself up, not wanting to collapse on his pregnant husband. He moved shakily to lie beside him.

Harry turned, making humming noises as he scooted in close to Draco.

The blond reached to wrap arms around Harry, kissing his face – forehead, cheeks, nose – with little kisses while he panted between them as he caught his breath.

Harry sighed through his nose, closing his eyes. "No one could ever make me feel as good as you do," he whispered.

"No one else," Draco agreed, petting his lover's back.

Harry smiled softly and pushed his lips into a pout for a kiss.

Draco reached a finger up to run over those lips, smirking.

Harry cracked one eye open, kissing Draco's finger instead.

Grinning, Draco leant forward and used his tongue, tracing Harry's lips in the same way he had traced below before.

Harry shivered, flicking the tip of his own tongue against that wet muscle.

They lay there kissing and touching, soft in the afterglow until a fairy squeaked on the ceiling.

Harry's eyes rolled toward it and he sighed again. "Valen's up," he said hoarsely.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, looking up at the nursery fairy. "I suppose you want me to get him?"

Harry smiled sweetly.

Draco huffed and shook his head. "Git," he teased as he got out of bed.

Harry watched Draco's arse. "I only do it for the view," he grinned.

Draco rolled his eyes and reached for his dressing gown, enjoying his own view of his naked husband. "Of course," he agreed.

Harry chuckled, cleaning himself and their bed before putting arms behind his head.