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Affirmation of Life
Chapter Number/Total: 6/52
Chapter Title: Affirmation of Life
Words: 3501 Words
Harry stared down at his son as he slept in his cot, having just put him there after feeding him. He smiled at him gently, but he was wondering if he'd ever had a more miserable day. Well, of course he had, but it didn't feel like it. He'd helped care for the Weasleys all afternoon and early evening - not that he was complaining, because he certainly was not. He felt horrible for them. He didn't know if he'd ever seen a greater pain than that of Mr and Mrs Weasley. He didn't know what to say to any of them, not even Ron. Hermione had done a better job with him anyway.
He sighed and petted Valen's hair very softly before leaning in to give him a small kiss. He shuffled over to his and Draco's bed, flopping upon it as he waited for his husband to finish settling everyone else in.
Draco was both tense and tired. In times like these, the Malfoy calm came in handy. He was able to hold it together enough to take care of things. He had owled the other Order members, made arrangements for Percy and Ginny to stay at the Manor, and then he had owled his solicitor and started arrangements for the funeral. It was a day of managing what others could not. He was grateful the day was over. Draco walked into his and Harry's room and saw his husband lying on the bed.
Harry looked over as Draco entered. He stared at him, face weary, but he gave him a smile similar to the one he had given Valen.
Draco nodded and walked over to the side of the bed with the cot and stood looking down at their son. He was a month old now but he was still such a tiny fragile-looking thing. What would it be like to protect and love this child until he was a grown man, only to lose him? The thought terrified him.
Harry stared at Draco still as he looked at Valen. He thought he knew what Draco was thinking, as he himself had been thinking the same thing all day long. What would it be like to lose a child? It was something Harry dearly hoped he would never have to find out.
Draco looked up, his eyes silver in the dim light, unshed tears making them shine. He looked into the green eyes and knew that Harry understood. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long shuddering sigh.
"We'll never let anything happen to him," Harry said. "Never will I ever let a single person - or anything touch a hair on his head." He said it seriously, eyes focused on Draco's.
"Not to harm at least," Draco said with a smile, thinking of the way Harry played with Valen's hair all the time. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes.
Harry sighed and waited for Draco to settle next to him, his shoes already removed, along with his shirt, as he had been feeding Valen.
Draco slowly undressed, enjoying the feel of Harry watching him. He didn't try to make it seductive. It was comforting to be watched by Harry.
Harry waited a few more moments as Draco undressed before passing a hand over his lower half. He hardly ever undressed manually anymore. What was the point? He got under the covers, glad that at least this day was over, although he knew tomorrow would not be much better, if it was better at all.
Naked now, Draco stood and stretched, bracing himself on the frame of the bed. He felt the shiver of magic as Harry used the spell to undress. Most wizards would've been amazed at the casual use of such power. Harry still rarely understood the significance of what he could do.
"You getting in?" Harry asked, stifling a yawn. He'd hadn't realised how tired he was.
"Depends." Draco smirked as the crawled into bed beside him.
Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. "On what?" he asked. "It seems like you got into bed without it depending on much of anything," he said with a small snort.
"Am I getting in you or you getting in me?" Draco asked softly.
Harry smiled gently and sighed, reaching arms up to pull Draco down next to him. "I thought that was what you were talking about," he whispered, kissing him softly.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled down, mouth opening against Harry's. He shivered at his touch and found himself feeling suddenly very needy. How did a touch, or even sometimes just a look from Harry, do this to him?
"How about you get under the covers with me?" Harry whispered between soft, open-mouthed kisses.
Draco tried to do as Harry suggested without breaking away from the kisses, and was frustrated when he found himself fumbling with the blankets.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and helped him, pulling the blankets up for him.
As his skin slid against Harry's, Draco whimpered into his husband's mouth, licking at his lips.
Harry groaned as if all the tension he'd been dealing with all day was suddenly released. Draco's skin was so warm against his own. He only wanted to touch him and never stop.
Draco felt a flare in Harry's magic and it pulsed over him, making him moan and press against the other man. "Yes, yours," he said, wanting to surrender to him.
Harry stared at Draco through heavily lidded eyes, panting slightly from their kissing. "You are mine," he said very, very quietly, running his hand gently over Draco's cheek and then into his hair. "I love you so much," he whispered reverently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed quietly. He felt like he melted under Harry's touch. All day the blond had been husband, father, friend and host in the crisis. Now he let go. He was Harry's love. That was the best of all.
Harry was in absolutely no hurry. He wanted to touch every inch of Draco's heated skin, wanted to kiss his lips until they were red, wanted to pass his fingers through his hair until it stood on end. He wanted to thoroughly make love to Draco in every sense.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he lay back, shivering. "Yes," he whispered.
"I love you," Harry whispered as he kissed down Draco's neck. "I love you." He kissed across his collar bone, licking the hollows there. He ran slow, gentle hands down the blond's sides, feeling the dips where his hips were and tracing them with careful fingers.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, each touch and kiss and word sending shivers down his spine. "I love you," he answered.
Harry moved his careful fingers across Draco's pale skin, up his body again to run flat over his chest. He felt the man's muscle, and his ribs, and his nipples, and his heartbeat. Running hands down again, he passed them over Draco's belly button, across that trail of hair, over his hips again, completely unable to get enough.
Draco felt like Harry played his body like an instrument, eliciting shivers and sighs as music. He was lost in the sensation.
Harry sat up, poised between Draco's long legs. He ran hands over them too, feeling the tickle of the blond hairs there and the softness of the skin beneath. Over his thighs, his knees, his shins - everywhere Harry could reach, he trailed his hands. He scooted a little farther back on the bed, holding Draco's legs up to kiss each one of his toes on each foot. He began to make his way up Draco's body again with his mouth, kissing and licking up his right leg.
Draco almost pulled his feet back when Harry kissed his toes. Instead, he breathed deep, trying to relax into the other man's control. As Harry began up his leg, Draco moaned aloud in anticipation, his cock already hard and achingly untouched.
Harry closed his eyes when he reached the middle of Draco's body. He was very aware of Draco's erection and he found his way there without having to look. He breathed the blond in, licking slowly at his balls and then up his length, moaning in pleasure.
Draco's fingers clutched at the sheets and his toes curled as Harry's tongue teased him. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
"Yes," Harry whispered in agreement, sliding his hands against Draco's inner thighs, right close to where his mouth was very much occupied. He licked and kissed and sucked along that velvety skin, loving the way it felt against his lips and tongue.
Draco spread his legs wider as Harry's hands slid up his thighs, opening himself to his lover physically as he knew he was on every other level.
Harry moaned again at Draco's obvious surrender, taking his cock into his mouth. If he could be allowed to do this all day long, he doubted if he would ever leave the bed.
"Yours," Draco whispered. "Always yours." His cock twitched inside Harry's mouth as he spoke, the knowledge a comfort as well as exciting.
Harry moaned again, sucking Draco's cock like he was born to do it. He slicked his fingers with the Lubrication Spell and pushed one gently inside Draco, his own cock twitching now.
Draco's moan was a sound of relief and desire rolled in to one long syllable. Harry would take him. That was what he needed.
As Harry bobbed his head, lips sliding over that gorgeous cock, he added another finger inside Draco, lubing his entrance well with the oily substance. He released Draco's erection and let it rest back against his skin, but still licked at it as he pushed his fingers quickly in and out of him.
Draco lifted his knees, pulling them up and spreading himself wide while Harry finger-fucked him. He panted in time with the movements and waited for more.
Harry finished and slicked his own cock, delivering one last lick to Draco's before he rose up and positioned himself, rubbing the skin of Draco's legs again. His heart beat quickly with feeling and pleasure.
Draco looked up at his husband, his eyes glazed with passion. "I need you," he whispered.
Not as much as I need you, Harry thought, because even though Draco literally needed Harry to live, Harry truly didn't know if he would be able to live without the man. In that particular moment, Harry felt that way for his husband so strongly, like he would die without him, and he breached his body gently, letting out a moan that was mostly a sigh.
"Yesss!" Draco gasped. Harry's cock fit so well and felt amazingly good inside him. "Perfect," he said. "You are perfect."
Harry slid his hands back up Draco's skin, his body seeming to follow them as he leaned down to kiss Draco's lips, thrusting into him firmly, but not hard.
Was there anything in the world that felt better than this? If so, Draco didn't know it. Harry's cock and magic filled him and he opened his mouth to him as well.
Gasps and moans and the sounds of sex filled Harry's mind, intoxicating him. His panting breath mingled with Draco's and their lips and tongues met over and over, like they were trying to mimic the movement of their lower halves.
Draco released the covers, his hand reaching for that familiar and beloved dark hair. His silver hand rested against Harry's side, sliding over warm skin. The blond's body quivered and rose, meeting every thrust, riding the rhythm set by his lover.
"Yes," Harry whispered, everything seeming to be moving in slow motion. He could barely hold his eyes open and he felt almost as if he were in a trance, but he wanted to look at Draco, wanted to see his face as they kissed and made love.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, feeling a delicious sensuality in the long slow fuck. Harry's complete, undivided and focused attention was a wonder. It was what he had always longed for and now had. It turned him on and filled him up.
Harry's breathing turned into something heavier as that familiar heat rose in him, bringing with it a pleasure so intense, he thought it possible that he might catch fire. He knew his orgasm was coming, his skin tingling with it and his body feeling lighter.
"Oh, Merlin," the blond moaned as he felt the power rising like a wave about to crash ashore. He wrapped his legs around his husband's hips and his fingers tightened in the man's hair.
Harry's breathing sped up even more and then, with a loud cry, he was coming inside Draco, his eyes finally falling shut. Merlin, he felt like he came for hours, the sparks continuing to shoot up his spine as every last drop of semen he could give was emptied out of him. He couldn't have even remembered his name then, not even in the few moments afterwards.
Warmth and power filled Draco as Harry's orgasm rippled out from inside him, his own spilling seed between them even as his husband filled him. Draco's hands, legs, and body convulsed around Harry, pulling him tight and close. In the aftermath, he floated in a kind of dream-like tranquility.
Harry lay atop Draco for what felt like a long time, breathing with him and feeling very calmed. He stroked his skin with his fingers like he didn't even know he was doing it. He simply needed to touch Draco, never mind that he was touching him nearly everywhere.
Draco sighed, rubbing his face against the side of Harry's. He hooked one foot around the other so that he could relax with his legs still around his husband. "Always inside me, part of me," he whispered. "My love, my husband."
Harry lips quirked in such a small, peaceful smile, it was easy to miss it. "I love you," he said, sighing and breathing deep. He didn't even think saying that was efficient. He felt like there should be some new word invented to describe his love for Draco, because there were none that he could think of that did it justice.
The words were simple, but they still made Draco shiver with pleasure. Harry loved him. Truly loved him. He could handle anything as long as he had Harry.
Harry held Draco close to him, unwilling to move for the longest time, but he didn't want Draco to be uncomfortable and he knew he would have to move eventually.
"I don't suppose it would be practical to stay this way," Draco whispered, chuckling a bit and finally allowing his legs to relax and slide down Harry's thighs, resting on the bed.
Harry smiled again and sighed, rolling off Draco only to immediately press against his side.
"Mmm," Draco hummed contentedly as Harry wriggled up against him.
Harry threw his leg over Draco's and then an arm across his chest, yawning and still delighted with his husband and the way he made him feel.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at Harry's usual entanglement and kissed the top of his head. He looked up at the "H" and thought about the changes in his life. At the end of the month, it would be one year since he had first kissed Harry.
Harry yawned yet again, his eyes closed as he shifted around to make himself more comfortable against Draco. "Mmm, love you," he said quietly, voice slightly slurred.
Draco Summoned his wand, doing silent Cleaning Charms on them, and then pulled the blankets up around them. "Sleep well, my love," he whispered.
***
Harry was still curled tightly against Draco as he slept, but he was so used to being woken up at the same times during the night, that he could nearly wake before Valen nowadays. Yet on this night, the baby's cries made him start and lift his head. He groaned a little and laid his head back down for a few moments, trying to wake completely before he retrieved the infant.
"I'll bring him to you," Draco said, easing away from Harry and rolling over to the cot. He yawned as he lifted the crying baby and scooted back over to his husband.
Harry rolled his shoulders and neck, yawning as well as he sat up and turned around to lean against the headboard. He held his arms out, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
Draco settled Valen in his husband’s arms and then lay back to watch. It had become a kind of happy routine for them. The blond sighed and pushed his hair out of his face.
Harry yawned yet again as Valen latched onto him and he smiled sleepily at Draco.
Draco pulled himself up and moved closer, running the tip of his finger over the tiny fingers of their son's. Valen opened green eyes and considered him as he suckled.
Harry smiled down at the baby. "What would you say he's thinking?" he asked Draco quietly.
Draco raised eyebrows at his husband. He wondered if Legilimency worked on infants. Definitely something to read up on first. "I think he is content at the moment. But he has probably been worried today," he said.
Harry sighed quietly and nodded. "Probably," he agreed, although he didn't like the thought of their son being anything but happy, no matter how unrealistic it was.
"I started the arrangements," Draco said, "for the funeral."
Harry was silent for a few moments and then nodded. "It'll take place in the next couple of days," he said. It wasn't really a question; he was thinking aloud.
Draco nodded. Funerals were becoming almost routine to them - almost. Neither the procedure nor the feeling of helplessness was new to them, but this one was so much closer to home than before.
"I wish ... I wish I could say something to them," Harry said quietly and slowly, but then he shook his head. "You did really good today," he said truthfully, looking at Draco. "You didn't have to do any of it and you made it ... much easier. I know you don't need to hear it, but ... thank you."
Draco shrugged. "They didn't need to have to deal with all that with what they were feeling," he said.
Harry nodded. "No, they didn't," he said. "It's amazing to me how much you ... care for them now." He gave a small smile. "I can see it."
Draco snorted quietly. It amazed him too. Not because they didn't deserve it. He just felt ... like he hadn't earned it.
"Even Ron likes you," Harry said, smile extending to his eyes. "Merlin, I never thought that would happen." He sighed, knowing his best friend was in terrible pain right now. He hoped he was asleep.
"Yeah, the Weasel has gotten better." Draco grinned to show he was teasing.
Harry smiled again, but it slowly slipped from his face as he thought about Ron and the rest of them. "I've never seen him look like that," he said quietly. "Any of them."
Draco nodded, knowing exactly what Harry was talking about. "I ... I don't know what to say or do around them," he confessed.
Harry nodded slowly. "Neither do I," he said quietly. "I know there isn't really anything we can do ... but I felt like I was ... obligated to do something around them, and I felt bad when I couldn't think of anything."
"You will need to be at the funeral," Draco said quietly, watching Valen's eyelids droop and mouth go slack as he fell asleep again.
"Yes, I know," Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow slightly at Draco as he lifted Valen to his shoulder to burp him.
"Valen can't," Draco said softly.
Harry sighed quietly as realisation hit him. "No, he can't," he said, frowning as he rubbed the baby's back.
"We will wait here for you," Draco said quietly, gently lifting the infant from Harry's shoulder to put him back in his cot.
Harry was silent, but he knew Draco was right. He needed to be there, not only for Charlie, but he needed to be there for ... his family if any of them needed him.
"You have to promise me to be careful," Draco said.
Harry turned and kissed Draco gently. "Of course," he said quietly, passing fingers through his blond hair.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, but kissed his husband. He loved his lion, but he didn't trust him to stay out of trouble.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, but didn't question the snort or the eye roll. He fell onto his back and pulled the covers up again.
Draco nodded and laid back, waiting for Harry to curl about him as usual.
On cue, Harry rolled to his side, threw his arm and leg over Draco, and kissed his cheek gently. "Night," he said, closing his eyes and settling in.
Chapter Title: Affirmation of Life
Words: 3501 Words
Harry stared down at his son as he slept in his cot, having just put him there after feeding him. He smiled at him gently, but he was wondering if he'd ever had a more miserable day. Well, of course he had, but it didn't feel like it. He'd helped care for the Weasleys all afternoon and early evening - not that he was complaining, because he certainly was not. He felt horrible for them. He didn't know if he'd ever seen a greater pain than that of Mr and Mrs Weasley. He didn't know what to say to any of them, not even Ron. Hermione had done a better job with him anyway.
He sighed and petted Valen's hair very softly before leaning in to give him a small kiss. He shuffled over to his and Draco's bed, flopping upon it as he waited for his husband to finish settling everyone else in.
Draco was both tense and tired. In times like these, the Malfoy calm came in handy. He was able to hold it together enough to take care of things. He had owled the other Order members, made arrangements for Percy and Ginny to stay at the Manor, and then he had owled his solicitor and started arrangements for the funeral. It was a day of managing what others could not. He was grateful the day was over. Draco walked into his and Harry's room and saw his husband lying on the bed.
Harry looked over as Draco entered. He stared at him, face weary, but he gave him a smile similar to the one he had given Valen.
Draco nodded and walked over to the side of the bed with the cot and stood looking down at their son. He was a month old now but he was still such a tiny fragile-looking thing. What would it be like to protect and love this child until he was a grown man, only to lose him? The thought terrified him.
Harry stared at Draco still as he looked at Valen. He thought he knew what Draco was thinking, as he himself had been thinking the same thing all day long. What would it be like to lose a child? It was something Harry dearly hoped he would never have to find out.
Draco looked up, his eyes silver in the dim light, unshed tears making them shine. He looked into the green eyes and knew that Harry understood. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long shuddering sigh.
"We'll never let anything happen to him," Harry said. "Never will I ever let a single person - or anything touch a hair on his head." He said it seriously, eyes focused on Draco's.
"Not to harm at least," Draco said with a smile, thinking of the way Harry played with Valen's hair all the time. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes.
Harry sighed and waited for Draco to settle next to him, his shoes already removed, along with his shirt, as he had been feeding Valen.
Draco slowly undressed, enjoying the feel of Harry watching him. He didn't try to make it seductive. It was comforting to be watched by Harry.
Harry waited a few more moments as Draco undressed before passing a hand over his lower half. He hardly ever undressed manually anymore. What was the point? He got under the covers, glad that at least this day was over, although he knew tomorrow would not be much better, if it was better at all.
Naked now, Draco stood and stretched, bracing himself on the frame of the bed. He felt the shiver of magic as Harry used the spell to undress. Most wizards would've been amazed at the casual use of such power. Harry still rarely understood the significance of what he could do.
"You getting in?" Harry asked, stifling a yawn. He'd hadn't realised how tired he was.
"Depends." Draco smirked as the crawled into bed beside him.
Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. "On what?" he asked. "It seems like you got into bed without it depending on much of anything," he said with a small snort.
"Am I getting in you or you getting in me?" Draco asked softly.
Harry smiled gently and sighed, reaching arms up to pull Draco down next to him. "I thought that was what you were talking about," he whispered, kissing him softly.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled down, mouth opening against Harry's. He shivered at his touch and found himself feeling suddenly very needy. How did a touch, or even sometimes just a look from Harry, do this to him?
"How about you get under the covers with me?" Harry whispered between soft, open-mouthed kisses.
Draco tried to do as Harry suggested without breaking away from the kisses, and was frustrated when he found himself fumbling with the blankets.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and helped him, pulling the blankets up for him.
As his skin slid against Harry's, Draco whimpered into his husband's mouth, licking at his lips.
Harry groaned as if all the tension he'd been dealing with all day was suddenly released. Draco's skin was so warm against his own. He only wanted to touch him and never stop.
Draco felt a flare in Harry's magic and it pulsed over him, making him moan and press against the other man. "Yes, yours," he said, wanting to surrender to him.
Harry stared at Draco through heavily lidded eyes, panting slightly from their kissing. "You are mine," he said very, very quietly, running his hand gently over Draco's cheek and then into his hair. "I love you so much," he whispered reverently.
"Mmm," Draco hummed quietly. He felt like he melted under Harry's touch. All day the blond had been husband, father, friend and host in the crisis. Now he let go. He was Harry's love. That was the best of all.
Harry was in absolutely no hurry. He wanted to touch every inch of Draco's heated skin, wanted to kiss his lips until they were red, wanted to pass his fingers through his hair until it stood on end. He wanted to thoroughly make love to Draco in every sense.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he lay back, shivering. "Yes," he whispered.
"I love you," Harry whispered as he kissed down Draco's neck. "I love you." He kissed across his collar bone, licking the hollows there. He ran slow, gentle hands down the blond's sides, feeling the dips where his hips were and tracing them with careful fingers.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, each touch and kiss and word sending shivers down his spine. "I love you," he answered.
Harry moved his careful fingers across Draco's pale skin, up his body again to run flat over his chest. He felt the man's muscle, and his ribs, and his nipples, and his heartbeat. Running hands down again, he passed them over Draco's belly button, across that trail of hair, over his hips again, completely unable to get enough.
Draco felt like Harry played his body like an instrument, eliciting shivers and sighs as music. He was lost in the sensation.
Harry sat up, poised between Draco's long legs. He ran hands over them too, feeling the tickle of the blond hairs there and the softness of the skin beneath. Over his thighs, his knees, his shins - everywhere Harry could reach, he trailed his hands. He scooted a little farther back on the bed, holding Draco's legs up to kiss each one of his toes on each foot. He began to make his way up Draco's body again with his mouth, kissing and licking up his right leg.
Draco almost pulled his feet back when Harry kissed his toes. Instead, he breathed deep, trying to relax into the other man's control. As Harry began up his leg, Draco moaned aloud in anticipation, his cock already hard and achingly untouched.
Harry closed his eyes when he reached the middle of Draco's body. He was very aware of Draco's erection and he found his way there without having to look. He breathed the blond in, licking slowly at his balls and then up his length, moaning in pleasure.
Draco's fingers clutched at the sheets and his toes curled as Harry's tongue teased him. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
"Yes," Harry whispered in agreement, sliding his hands against Draco's inner thighs, right close to where his mouth was very much occupied. He licked and kissed and sucked along that velvety skin, loving the way it felt against his lips and tongue.
Draco spread his legs wider as Harry's hands slid up his thighs, opening himself to his lover physically as he knew he was on every other level.
Harry moaned again at Draco's obvious surrender, taking his cock into his mouth. If he could be allowed to do this all day long, he doubted if he would ever leave the bed.
"Yours," Draco whispered. "Always yours." His cock twitched inside Harry's mouth as he spoke, the knowledge a comfort as well as exciting.
Harry moaned again, sucking Draco's cock like he was born to do it. He slicked his fingers with the Lubrication Spell and pushed one gently inside Draco, his own cock twitching now.
Draco's moan was a sound of relief and desire rolled in to one long syllable. Harry would take him. That was what he needed.
As Harry bobbed his head, lips sliding over that gorgeous cock, he added another finger inside Draco, lubing his entrance well with the oily substance. He released Draco's erection and let it rest back against his skin, but still licked at it as he pushed his fingers quickly in and out of him.
Draco lifted his knees, pulling them up and spreading himself wide while Harry finger-fucked him. He panted in time with the movements and waited for more.
Harry finished and slicked his own cock, delivering one last lick to Draco's before he rose up and positioned himself, rubbing the skin of Draco's legs again. His heart beat quickly with feeling and pleasure.
Draco looked up at his husband, his eyes glazed with passion. "I need you," he whispered.
Not as much as I need you, Harry thought, because even though Draco literally needed Harry to live, Harry truly didn't know if he would be able to live without the man. In that particular moment, Harry felt that way for his husband so strongly, like he would die without him, and he breached his body gently, letting out a moan that was mostly a sigh.
"Yesss!" Draco gasped. Harry's cock fit so well and felt amazingly good inside him. "Perfect," he said. "You are perfect."
Harry slid his hands back up Draco's skin, his body seeming to follow them as he leaned down to kiss Draco's lips, thrusting into him firmly, but not hard.
Was there anything in the world that felt better than this? If so, Draco didn't know it. Harry's cock and magic filled him and he opened his mouth to him as well.
Gasps and moans and the sounds of sex filled Harry's mind, intoxicating him. His panting breath mingled with Draco's and their lips and tongues met over and over, like they were trying to mimic the movement of their lower halves.
Draco released the covers, his hand reaching for that familiar and beloved dark hair. His silver hand rested against Harry's side, sliding over warm skin. The blond's body quivered and rose, meeting every thrust, riding the rhythm set by his lover.
"Yes," Harry whispered, everything seeming to be moving in slow motion. He could barely hold his eyes open and he felt almost as if he were in a trance, but he wanted to look at Draco, wanted to see his face as they kissed and made love.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, feeling a delicious sensuality in the long slow fuck. Harry's complete, undivided and focused attention was a wonder. It was what he had always longed for and now had. It turned him on and filled him up.
Harry's breathing turned into something heavier as that familiar heat rose in him, bringing with it a pleasure so intense, he thought it possible that he might catch fire. He knew his orgasm was coming, his skin tingling with it and his body feeling lighter.
"Oh, Merlin," the blond moaned as he felt the power rising like a wave about to crash ashore. He wrapped his legs around his husband's hips and his fingers tightened in the man's hair.
Harry's breathing sped up even more and then, with a loud cry, he was coming inside Draco, his eyes finally falling shut. Merlin, he felt like he came for hours, the sparks continuing to shoot up his spine as every last drop of semen he could give was emptied out of him. He couldn't have even remembered his name then, not even in the few moments afterwards.
Warmth and power filled Draco as Harry's orgasm rippled out from inside him, his own spilling seed between them even as his husband filled him. Draco's hands, legs, and body convulsed around Harry, pulling him tight and close. In the aftermath, he floated in a kind of dream-like tranquility.
Harry lay atop Draco for what felt like a long time, breathing with him and feeling very calmed. He stroked his skin with his fingers like he didn't even know he was doing it. He simply needed to touch Draco, never mind that he was touching him nearly everywhere.
Draco sighed, rubbing his face against the side of Harry's. He hooked one foot around the other so that he could relax with his legs still around his husband. "Always inside me, part of me," he whispered. "My love, my husband."
Harry lips quirked in such a small, peaceful smile, it was easy to miss it. "I love you," he said, sighing and breathing deep. He didn't even think saying that was efficient. He felt like there should be some new word invented to describe his love for Draco, because there were none that he could think of that did it justice.
The words were simple, but they still made Draco shiver with pleasure. Harry loved him. Truly loved him. He could handle anything as long as he had Harry.
Harry held Draco close to him, unwilling to move for the longest time, but he didn't want Draco to be uncomfortable and he knew he would have to move eventually.
"I don't suppose it would be practical to stay this way," Draco whispered, chuckling a bit and finally allowing his legs to relax and slide down Harry's thighs, resting on the bed.
Harry smiled again and sighed, rolling off Draco only to immediately press against his side.
"Mmm," Draco hummed contentedly as Harry wriggled up against him.
Harry threw his leg over Draco's and then an arm across his chest, yawning and still delighted with his husband and the way he made him feel.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at Harry's usual entanglement and kissed the top of his head. He looked up at the "H" and thought about the changes in his life. At the end of the month, it would be one year since he had first kissed Harry.
Harry yawned yet again, his eyes closed as he shifted around to make himself more comfortable against Draco. "Mmm, love you," he said quietly, voice slightly slurred.
Draco Summoned his wand, doing silent Cleaning Charms on them, and then pulled the blankets up around them. "Sleep well, my love," he whispered.
***
Harry was still curled tightly against Draco as he slept, but he was so used to being woken up at the same times during the night, that he could nearly wake before Valen nowadays. Yet on this night, the baby's cries made him start and lift his head. He groaned a little and laid his head back down for a few moments, trying to wake completely before he retrieved the infant.
"I'll bring him to you," Draco said, easing away from Harry and rolling over to the cot. He yawned as he lifted the crying baby and scooted back over to his husband.
Harry rolled his shoulders and neck, yawning as well as he sat up and turned around to lean against the headboard. He held his arms out, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
Draco settled Valen in his husband’s arms and then lay back to watch. It had become a kind of happy routine for them. The blond sighed and pushed his hair out of his face.
Harry yawned yet again as Valen latched onto him and he smiled sleepily at Draco.
Draco pulled himself up and moved closer, running the tip of his finger over the tiny fingers of their son's. Valen opened green eyes and considered him as he suckled.
Harry smiled down at the baby. "What would you say he's thinking?" he asked Draco quietly.
Draco raised eyebrows at his husband. He wondered if Legilimency worked on infants. Definitely something to read up on first. "I think he is content at the moment. But he has probably been worried today," he said.
Harry sighed quietly and nodded. "Probably," he agreed, although he didn't like the thought of their son being anything but happy, no matter how unrealistic it was.
"I started the arrangements," Draco said, "for the funeral."
Harry was silent for a few moments and then nodded. "It'll take place in the next couple of days," he said. It wasn't really a question; he was thinking aloud.
Draco nodded. Funerals were becoming almost routine to them - almost. Neither the procedure nor the feeling of helplessness was new to them, but this one was so much closer to home than before.
"I wish ... I wish I could say something to them," Harry said quietly and slowly, but then he shook his head. "You did really good today," he said truthfully, looking at Draco. "You didn't have to do any of it and you made it ... much easier. I know you don't need to hear it, but ... thank you."
Draco shrugged. "They didn't need to have to deal with all that with what they were feeling," he said.
Harry nodded. "No, they didn't," he said. "It's amazing to me how much you ... care for them now." He gave a small smile. "I can see it."
Draco snorted quietly. It amazed him too. Not because they didn't deserve it. He just felt ... like he hadn't earned it.
"Even Ron likes you," Harry said, smile extending to his eyes. "Merlin, I never thought that would happen." He sighed, knowing his best friend was in terrible pain right now. He hoped he was asleep.
"Yeah, the Weasel has gotten better." Draco grinned to show he was teasing.
Harry smiled again, but it slowly slipped from his face as he thought about Ron and the rest of them. "I've never seen him look like that," he said quietly. "Any of them."
Draco nodded, knowing exactly what Harry was talking about. "I ... I don't know what to say or do around them," he confessed.
Harry nodded slowly. "Neither do I," he said quietly. "I know there isn't really anything we can do ... but I felt like I was ... obligated to do something around them, and I felt bad when I couldn't think of anything."
"You will need to be at the funeral," Draco said quietly, watching Valen's eyelids droop and mouth go slack as he fell asleep again.
"Yes, I know," Harry said slowly, raising an eyebrow slightly at Draco as he lifted Valen to his shoulder to burp him.
"Valen can't," Draco said softly.
Harry sighed quietly as realisation hit him. "No, he can't," he said, frowning as he rubbed the baby's back.
"We will wait here for you," Draco said quietly, gently lifting the infant from Harry's shoulder to put him back in his cot.
Harry was silent, but he knew Draco was right. He needed to be there, not only for Charlie, but he needed to be there for ... his family if any of them needed him.
"You have to promise me to be careful," Draco said.
Harry turned and kissed Draco gently. "Of course," he said quietly, passing fingers through his blond hair.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, but kissed his husband. He loved his lion, but he didn't trust him to stay out of trouble.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, but didn't question the snort or the eye roll. He fell onto his back and pulled the covers up again.
Draco nodded and laid back, waiting for Harry to curl about him as usual.
On cue, Harry rolled to his side, threw his arm and leg over Draco, and kissed his cheek gently. "Night," he said, closing his eyes and settling in.