Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Harry was warm and content, lulled by the rhythmic movement of Draco's chest as his husband took in deep even breaths. Harry opened his eyes, blinking in the pale, early sunlight falling across their bed, and promptly curled his tongue about the nipple right near his mouth, smirking.

Draco's chest rose in a deep breath, followed by a small moan. He wasn't entirely conscious yet, but his body was instantly alert – nipples pebbling in response to that clever tongue and cock echoing the arousal.

Harry grinned somewhat sleepily, shifting atop his husband so that he could move down. He paused to quickly swipe his tongue in Draco's navel, but dipped lower to mouth Draco's forming erection.

"Mmm," Draco hummed in sleepy appreciation, fingers of his hand sliding over his husband's shoulder and into his hair.

"Good morning," Harry responded huskily, his voice hoarse from sleep. He slid hands over Draco's thighs, spreading them apart.

Draco felt warm, languid and aroused. It was one of his favourite ways to wake up. He drew his knees up, spreading his legs for his husband. "Feels like a good morning," he drawled, small smile on his lips as he half opened his eyes to look down at Harry.

"As it should," Harry said teasingly, stretching his tongue out over Draco's balls as he slicked his own hand to prepare him. As relaxed as he was, it didn't take a lot to prepare Draco. He sighed in delight as Harry's slick fingers pressed into him. Harry slid back over Draco's body, tilting his husband's head further up so that he could be granted better access to his pale throat, and then moved smoothly inside him, arms strained on either side of Draco's shoulders. Draco's response was a gasp and a happy sound that his husband occasionally compared to a cat, arching hips and neck up to meet Harry.

"Goodness, I have you purring this morning," Harry whispered, his eyes half lidded and pleased as he set about a lazy pace.

"Oh, yes, love," he gasped, his body rocking with his husband's thrusts. It was such a pleasant rhythm and Harry's magic pulsed gently with it.

Harry rained kisses down across Draco's neck and over his lips, reaching to throw the blankets off with one hand, as they were twisted up and restricting his movement.

Draco was panting now, hand returning to the back of Harry's neck, fingers curling into his hair. "Yes, yes," he chanted.

"Fuck," Harry hissed, pushing himself up and grasping Draco's sides. He moved faster, beginning to feel that he was very much going to earn his morning shower.

Draco released Harry's hair and reached between them, fisting his own cock. He didn't need it to come but liked the feel of it, his body spasming around Harry's cock with each thrust now.

Harry really should have paid more mind to the sounds of thumping and yelling, but in his current state it could have been inside his head for all he knew. He didn't stop thrusting, but did jolt when the bedroom door flew open with a crash and an accompanying, "DADDY! TELL HIM TO STO-"

Harry's eyes widened in horror and met those of his ten-year-old daughter's, who was standing rooted to the spot in her nightgown, black hair wild with sleep.

On her heels, Valen came bursting through the door, shouting "Don't listen to her, I ...," and managed to just barely avoid barreling into the back of his sister before veering off to stumble to a stop beside her. His green eyes grew wide before his cheeks turned pink.

Harry scrambled backwards, pulling free from Draco. His own face was burning hot as he reached frantically for the blankets that he'd thrown off just minutes before.

Draco flushed in both shock and the fact that he was suddenly completely exposed – legs spread and hand on his cock – to both his eldest children. He didn't know whether to be mortified or amused by the children's shocked looks or his husband’s fumbling.

Valen let out a string of hisses that Draco didn't need anyone to translate to know he was furious as he closed his eyes and turned away.

Harry was too embarrassed to scold Valen for swearing, even if it was in Parseltongue, and then even more embarrassed when he saw that he had hogged all of the covers to himself and left Draco sprawled naked. Sheepishly, he offered Draco the blanket and took a deep breath. "Er, we'll be out in a minute," he tried, voice a tad higher than usual.

Valen didn't wait, running from the room.

April remained still, but then began to slowly back away, as if her parents might start up again if she made any sudden movements. As soon as she reached the door, she too turned and fled after Valen.

Harry slumped down to the mattress, his face still flamingly red. Draco stared after their children and then at his husband – and began to laugh. Harry stared at Draco in shock, wondering what on earth he was laughing at. "What's funny?" he asked weakly.

That certainly did help, causing Draco to laugh harder, hand clutching his stomach now instead of his cock.

Harry couldn't join in as he usually did, only able to see April's shock and Valen's horror as if their faces were burned onto his eyelids. "Merlin," he said just as weakly as before.

Draco forced himself to get control. He didn't know if it was actually funny or it was just his reaction to the embarrassment. He shook his head, rolling out of bed. "I suppose we had better get dressed and go after them," he said, voice heavy with resignation.

"You mean we actually have to say something about it?" Harry asked, eyebrows shooting up as fresh embarrassment seemed to wash over him with the thought.

Draco was in the process of re-attaching his silver hand. He paused looking up and both eyebrows raised. "We don't?"

"I don't know," Harry answered, his voice still off. "We do? What do we say? Sorry you had to see us shagging like mad. It might be better to knock the next time around."

Draco flushed and gritted his teeth to keep from laughing again. He didn't think Harry would take that well. He stood with both hands on his hips now, considering his options. "Well," he said slowly, "why not?"

"Won't it embarrass them too?" Harry asked, yet again picturing Valen's face.

"Well, we could try ignoring it, but I am not sure that will go over well either," Draco said. April might ignore it, but he seriously doubted Valen would.

Harry released half a groan, knowing without Draco having to actually tell him that both of their children would probably behave awkwardly around them if they pretended nothing had happened. "Do we say something?" he asked hollowly. "Or do we wait for one of them to ask?"

Draco brought his hand up to rub his temples. The morning had started out so nice but now he was getting a headache. "I really don't know, I suppose we could wait and see."

Harry flopped onto his back, missing the days when his children couldn't walk and wouldn't know what their parents were doing even if they did happen to see them at it. "I guess," he agreed.

Draco smiled down at him. "I suppose we are lucky it didn't happen sooner. We should probably put Locking Charms on the door."

Harry had to agree and so he did, nodding. "Let's go then," he said, sitting up and holding out a hand for his dressing gown. "I suppose we can eat breakfast and see what they do."

***

Harry tried his very best to enter the dining room for breakfast as routinely as he could, taking his usual spot and reaching across to make tea. As usual, Ron and Hermione, along with all of the children, were already there.

Hermione was nearly always the first to rise. "Good morning," she offered cheerfully enough, setting plates of eggs in front of the toddlers, Gwen and Eric.

Harry gave her a smile and a nod, glancing in April and Valen's direction. April was staring accusingly, and Valen ... Valen was staring at his plate, apparently attempting to make his face as impassive as possible.

Draco had to cover his mouth to stifle a smirk as his son employed one of his own techniques for handling difficult situations – trying to make it look like he didn't care.

"What?" Harry asked April, feeling odd under the cool stare, even though he was the parent and she was the child. He felt as though he'd been caught at something completely unreasonable and he flushed all over again. To his immense surprise, April's nose flared with her attempt to hold in a laugh and then she snorted into her food, looking half embarrassed yet highly amused.

Draco was right there with April, working hard to keep his earlier laughter from returning. He sipped his tea, trying to use it to focus and cover his reaction at the same time.

A flush was creeping up Valen's face despite his effort to look unaffected. His mask slipped into a scowl.

April stole a glance at her brother and then couldn't hold it in any longer. Her face was Gryffindor red, but she began laughing like a maniac, wriggling about in her chair as she did.

Sev dropped his fork in surprise.

"Did I ... miss something?" asked Ron.

Harry didn't know exactly why it was so funny. He'd heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon once at thirteen and had been absolutely disgusted. Though he supposed there was probably a bit of a difference there. After a moment, he couldn't help that his lips quirked up with his daughter's peals of laughter.

Draco couldn't hold against that and joined his daughter in laughing. Ron's question just made him laugh harder, thinking, after all, that Ron had seen it before.

Valen's face was red to his ears but instead of laughing, he got quickly to his feet and, stiff-legged, marched out of the room.

Harry watched Valen leave, but didn't know what he was supposed to do about it.

"What's happened?" said Hermione, smiling at the laughing but looking very confused as well.

Harry sighed. What would it hurt, really? "They walked in on us," he said, pointing to April, who was positively dying now, and to the door through which Valen had left.

One side of Ron's mouth drew up in mild distaste. "Poor kid," he said, shaking his head. "It happened to me once."

Harry's face reddened.

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm talking about!" Ron said quickly in response. "Though that was bad enough. I mean, I walked in on my parents once."

"Walked in on what?" asked Emily, staring at April as if she were mad.

"Nothing," Ron and Hermione said in unison.

Harry tried to picture Mr and Mrs Weasley .... Merlin, that would have been bad.

Draco had tried to take a sip of his tea and now the mental image of Mr and Mrs Weasley resulted in him choking on it. His eyes were watering from both laughing and the pain now.

Hermione shook her head at all three men, then stared at the door again where Valen had gone. "Is he upset?" she asked, a small note of concern in her voice.

Draco did his best to calm down, focusing on his eldest son. Given Draco's own reactions to embarrassment, he had some suspicions as to why Valen left the room and why he was angry. He nodded to Hermione.

Harry frowned. "Should we get him?" he asked, feeling less embarrassed now than he had initially.

"Oh, he's going to be a baby about it," said April, who had also calmed down now and seemed not the slightest bit perturbed anymore.

Draco looked to Harry. "Do you want me to talk to him? Or do we let him calm down?"

"I'm not incapable of talking to him, too," said Harry. "Even if it is embarrassing. And I don't want to talk to him now if it will only make it worse, or at all if we don't need to ... I guess."

"Let him get himself ... under control," Draco advised, smirking again. "Then we can both talk to him if you want."

Harry wondered at that smirk, but shrugged and nodded, pointedly ignoring Sev's interested expression and April's still-there amusement.

***

Valen avoided Harry and Draco both for the rest of the day, leaving lunch and dinner quickly and barely speaking a word. He sulked around and made Harry feel bad, and still didn't bring the subject up.

When everyone in the house was lounging around as they usually did for the last bit of the day, Valen wasn't there. He was probably up in his room. Harry didn't know why it was bothering Valen so much, but there were so many things about his son that were so Draco-like that Harry just didn't get it sometimes. He nudged Draco with one shoulder as he moved from the floor to the sofa after a game of Exploding Snap with April, Sev, and Emily, and then leant against the blond. "He's still not down here," he said, frowning up at the ceiling.

"I suppose we should go find him," Draco said. "You ready for this?"

Harry blew his fringe up. "I guess so," he said, making to get to his feet.

Draco waited until they were up the stairs and in the hall leading toward the family wing before taking his husband's arm and gently urging him to stop. "You want to talk about it first?"

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco in confusion. "About what?"

Draco pursed his lips. "Do you know why he is upset?" he whispered.

"Well, I figured it was because he was embarrassed," Harry whispered back.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "He most likely is, but maybe not for the reasons you think. Has our son ever shown any nervousness about sex before?"

Harry frowned. "He's eleven," he said. "It's not exactly a topic for conversation."

"But he hears people joke about our ... passion all the time. He knows what we do. But do you have any idea of what might be more embarrassing for him than walking in on us?" Draco asked, flushing slightly at his own awkward memories. Especially given he was Valen’s age when he experienced his first, and lasting crush, on Harry.

Harry's eyes widened, and then he figured he should've thought of this earlier. "You don't think he ...?"

"Remember how I react to being embarrassed?" Draco added, seeing that Harry was getting it now. Embarrassment usually resulted in arousal for Draco.

Harry closed his eyes and wondered if the blush might ever leave him. "What are we supposed to say to that?" he said, having not the faintest clue. He would've been mortified in Valen's position, and even more so if someone tried to talk to him about it!

Draco was momentarily distracted by how cute Harry looked when he was embarrassed. And Draco wasn't sure of what to say either. He certainly wouldn't use his own father's methods. The truth was that Valen didn't just see what his parents were doing; because he was a Sensitive, he walked right into the magical energy of it. In the long run, his son would have to learn more control than most boys because of it.

Harry let out the breath he was holding slowly. "I – I don't want him to feel like he did something wrong," he said. "Or keep avoiding us. I mean, Merlin." He opened his eyes again and stared at Draco, his brows creasing in the middle.

Draco smiled, reaching to stroke that little crease and then kiss his husband's forehead, lips pressed to where the scar still marked him. "Valen is probably confused right now and it might help if he felt free to ask questions," Draco said, trying to think back to what would have worked better for him. "We can offer and if he doesn't want to talk about it, leave it be."

Harry nodded. "I suppose that would be safest," he agreed.

Draco leant in and gave Harry a brief kiss. He took his husband's hand as they walked to the door of their son's room. Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he knocked. There was a long pause and the snakes that decorated the door writhed. Draco suspected that his son communicated in some way with the door serpents because he didn't ask who it was, calling "come in" instead.

Harry exchanged a quick glance with Draco before reaching for the doorknob and entering into the room.

Valen was sitting on his bed wearing that same impassive expression with which he had begun breakfast. Yet, there was a set to his shoulders and his gaze didn't quite meet his fathers' eyes.

Draco came right to the point. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Valen shrugged. Which Draco took for as close to a yes as the eleven-year-old was going to get at this point.

"You can," Harry offered, trying not to sound like an idiot. "Anything you want, because, you know, that's what we're here for."

Valen's lips twitched and he pressed them together in an apparent effort to control them.

Draco sighed and conjured a couple of chairs for himself and his husband. He sat down and leant forward on his elbows. He didn't look directly into his son's eyes, giving him a little space by looking at the floor between them. "When you were a baby the energy would sometimes wake you," he began. It seemed a safer way to acknowledge Valen's reaction than saying he knew his son had been aroused by what he had felt.

Harry attempted to fend off his own embarrassment for Valen's sake. He sat down next to Draco. "Every time," he agreed, thinking back to that first time that Valen had pulled himself up with help from the side of his cot.

Valen did flush then and shifted on the bed. He glanced nervously up at them before returning his gaze to his feet.

"It's normal for a Sensitive to feel things other people don't," Draco continued. "It will be something you will have to contend with, especially when you get to Hogwarts."

Harry waited for any sign of Valen wanting to say something, but he didn't, so Harry supposed he should go next in this awkward conversation. "Well, you know I'm not a Sensitive," he said. "But I've been with your father for quite a long time, and I know very well how the ability is for him sometimes. I suppose it's not something you can really control ... so don't, er, feel bad about it or anything."

Valen seemed about to speak, lips parting but then closing again.

"You really can ask," Draco prompted and his son glanced up. Draco had the impression Valen suspected him of reading him now. Not entirely unfounded given Draco really couldn't turn off being a Sensitive any more than Valen could. He had just learnt not to react as strongly.

Valen huffed. "Does this mean ... mean I am ... well, you know?"

"Does it mean you're what?" Harry prompted.

Valen scowled. "Like you and father," he snapped.

"It depends on what way you mean by that. Is preferring men what worries you?" Draco answered, trying to modulate his voice to sound neutral.

Oh. Merlin. Harry hadn't thought this conversation would come up for a long time. How was it that Valen seemed to do everything far too soon?

Valen nodded, wearing that odd combination of looking worried and angry at the same time that he seemed to have developed lately.

Draco nodded. "First, I think Harry's magic is powerful enough and our bond strong enough that any Sensitive would react to it." He paused and was gratified to see his son relax a little at that. Unfortunately, Draco didn't feel comfortable leaving it there. "But if you did turn out to have feelings for another male, would that be a bad thing?"

Harry thought it would be pretty odd if Valen thought it would be a bad thing. The boy did have two fathers.

Valen looked like he was thinking really hard, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed tight.

Draco had to really work not to smile at the expression that was so like Harry's when he was confused. Valen was definitely his own person, but Draco still delighted in the way he drew aspects from both of his fathers.

Finally the boy huffed again. "I just don't like not having a choice," he complained. "I want to decide who I get."

Harry resisted the urge to snort, but just barely. "Why wouldn't you have a choice?" he asked, smiling.

"Father said he didn't," Valen accused.

Draco tried not to laugh. It was true. He had felt the insane pull toward Harry even when they met at eleven and years of resistance had finally crumbled when he kissed him.

Harry lifted an eyebrow, smirking at Draco. "Well, I don't think it was physically impossible for Father to have picked someone else. He just happened to fancy me quite a lot."

The blond in question grinned. "If it helps any," Draco began cautiously because he knew Harry had not always been comfortable about it, "I found, and still do find, quite a number of people physically attractive, both men and women. I just found, and still find, Harry is much more than that for me."

Valen looked suspiciously between his parents for a minute. "Both?"

"Sure," Harry nodded. "You don't have to like one or the other. You can like both if you happen to like both."

Valen was clearly thinking about that and studying their faces now instead of looking away. "Good, because I want to choose who I like and what I do about it."

The stubborn set of the boy's chin was something Draco could be proud of even as it amused him. "I am sure your dad and I can support that," he assured the serious child.

"I'm sure we can," Harry agreed, reaching to playfully shove Valen's shoulder.

Valen snorted. "Okay, but ..." he grimaced again. "Sorry I barged in too."

"Well, technically April did," said Harry with a wince. "But it's okay. Just remember to knock the next time you need something."

"Oh, you can count on that," Valen assured them, rolling his eyes.