Indago:3

To all my wonderful beta readers on LJ. Thank you. And to those who helped me out specifically: annephoenix, auntbijou, cardstick, dacro, ecac1, fluffnutter, melaniertay, mimiheart, queenbarwench, radclyff, rdwind, roedhunt, splodeg1maric, swanpride. Thank you!

Author’s Note: Please Read
First, I would like to apologise for the wait. I realize it has been over a year since Indago:Reborn ended. But, please know that Indago:3 is completed and thoroughly betead.
Second, this story is not in the typical formulaic pattern of a lot of adventure Draco/Harry fics. This is different. Some of you will like it, some of you won’t. This story deals with Harry and his family and how they deal as a family with certain… people and experiences. If you wish to read Harry and Draco being put in peril and tortured with horrific angst… well, please see Indago and Indago:Reborn. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this fic and give it more than a chapter or two of your time.
Third, this fic will have a warning that I will not post until the chapter that warrants it is posted. This is to preserve the experience for those who are in it for the story. If you are a reader who needs to know every possible scenario before reading, I advise you to wait until I have finished posting the entire fic before reading it. I will also add the warning in an Author’s Note at the beginning of the necessary chapter. Please know that it will not be a death warning. No main character deaths occur.
Fourth, this story deals with a large span of time, therefore new, and yes, original characters will be introduced. But this is still a Draco/Harry story with a nice side of Snape. Indago started that way and it will end that way. I promise you.

Okay, that’s it. Enjoy!

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beta by deathangelgw


Chapter One


Fourteen months after Indago

Twenty-two years ago…

Harry was incredibly nervous as he straightened his shirt again. It felt like the collar was tightening and making him choke, but the laces were loose and the waistcoat over it was fine. But he couldn’t help but continue to fidget.

“If you keep pulling at it, it will fray and Draco may just have a conniption in the aisle.”

Harry glared at Snape. “Well, it’ll be his fault, won’t it? I told him I didn’t want to wear this. It’s… I feel like a right prat!”

Snape raised an eyebrow and watched Harry fidget again in nervousness. “It would not be a Malfoy wedding if you were not wearing the correct traditional attire.” He looked down at his own suit of traditional robes, all in black and grey. “It’s only for a day, Potter. Suck it up.”

Harry glared and pulled at the collar of his shirt again while pacing the small anteroom. He was getting married today. Sweet Merlin! He was only eighteen! He couldn’t do this! Not at all! He looked at the door and Snape moved in front of it.

“If you had misgivings before, you should have voiced them. I will not allow you to create a scandal in which I would be named,” Snape said in a dry voice.

“I can’t do this!” Harry burst out, his hands flailing in agitation. “I can’t! I’m only eighteen! How can I make this big a commitment!?”

Snape watched him and then said firmly, “Do you have a choice?”

Those words brought Harry up short. He turned and stared at the older man.

“Potter, you made the choice to accept what you are. You made the choice to stay with Draco. Will you run at the last moment before making it lawful and legal and all that other rubbish?”

Harry looked down at his hands, which were partially covered in the lace cuffs from his shirt. “But… this is marriage!” he nearly whined.

“And you think that wizard’s law has more finality to it than nature? You are already Draco’s of your own choosing and giddy happiness. You nearly make us all sick with your doe eyes at him,” Snape groused. “Is stating it formally that much more permanent?”

“Yes!”

Rolling his eyes, Snape crossed his arms over his chest and glared. “I am escorting you to your wedding, Mr. Potter. That is my charge. What you do once you get there is your affair.”

Harry frowned and turned to look through the window. He had been surprised when Draco had chosen to have their wedding in a beautiful old Victorian mansion in London. Harry had thought for sure he’d have to be married under Lucius’ roof. But this building was apparently quite popular for weddings and Harry liked that it was open and airy. The ceremony was going to take place in the formal garden at the back of the house. The room he was in was at the side and he could not see the tent and chairs. But the flowers were in bloom everywhere, fresh and bright in a canvas of snow on that clear February morning. In the distance he could hear people’s voices and music. He wondered where Draco was. He didn’t want to hurt Draco or make him angry, but he was terrified of what was going to happen in just a matter of moments. He couldn’t imagine getting married! What did that mean? Up until that morning it had all been a strange and fuzzy idea. But when he had woken, the reality of it was as cutting as a knife.

There was a tap at the door and Snape motioned to Harry. “It’s time, Potter.”

The portraits, vases, and garlands of flowers were all a blur as Snape manoeuvred Harry through the large house and out into the garden, which had been shovelled clean of snow. He could feel warming charms in the air that prevented everyone from looking like steam-breathing dragons and afforded the ability to wear a light dress cloak if a person so chose.

They stopped at the privacy hedges and the vast amount of people beyond was overwhelming. At the head of the rows upon rows of chairs was a flower festooned arbour and under it, Harry could just make out a blond head. Two, actually, but Harry ignored the one that belonged to Lucius Malfoy.

“I can’t do this!” Harry whispered. He shook his head and took a step back. “I can’t!”

“Then be a man about it, Potter, and go up there and tell Draco to his face,” Snape sneered.

Harry shook his head again, his face a picture of horror. “I can’t do that! You do it!”

“I’m not the one marrying him!”

Harry took another step back, his breathing rapid. The wedding coordinator swished her wand to tell the musicians to keep the intro going, her face turning red as she saw the event of her career beginning to fall apart. Heads began to move back and forth in confusion and impatience. Harry stepped further back, but was stopped by Snape’s hand on his arm. Harry was backed against the hedges out of sight of the guests and blocked from the view of the increasingly agitated coordinator.

“Potter, you will listen to me and me only,” Snape said in a firm and calm voice. “You will walk down that aisle and you will face Draco. Once you get there, you may do as you see fit.”

“I can’t! He’ll be angry! He’ll be hurt!” Harry gasped up into Snape’s face.

“Of course he will, half-wit! You are calling off the wedding!”

“No, not that!”

Snape rolled his eyes. “No, you are not calling off the wedding? You are not continually saying that you can’t do this?”

Harry shook his head in frustration. “It’s not that I don’t want to be married, and to be married to Draco, but… but… I just… All those people and they will be watching us… and what if we are making a mistake? What if Draco gets bored and starts… starts wanting out? Wouldn’t it be better that we just, you know, just play it by ear?”

“Potter, the fact that you believe Draco will start tom-catting about is incredibly ridiculous! True, he could. But Draco is very aware of his position and would not dare cast any mud on his family name.”

“Yeah, but what if he wants to and here I am, an albatross round his neck?” Harry was wringing his hands as he stared at Snape. “I couldn’t stand it if he was only there out of duty to his name!”

“Or perhaps, idiot, he would be there for you!” Snape hissed. “Do you have such low respect for him?”

Harry paled. “No, sir. But…but I’m just afraid… We’re so young and I don’t want to make any mistakes.”

“Potter, you have never worried about making mistakes, for if you had been, you would have a lot less scars on your body and a lot fewer lessons learnt.” Snape looked down at him sternly as the musicians restarted the intro again. “I assure you that Draco is selfish enough and proud enough to not do anything he did not think was in his best interest. But he is flagrantly doing the opposite and tying himself to you. It is my intelligent and well thought out opinion that Draco is marrying you because he wants to and also because he wants to have you with him for as long as these vows last. I am told that it is forever. Now, if it is you that no longer care for or wish to marry him, then say so. But do not try to pawn your fears off on him!”

Harry paled and then frowned hard at Snape’s collar. “I love him,” he said quietly. “I do want to marry him, but… I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Potter, you will always mess up. It is your very nature. But for some reason Draco does not fixate on your flaws, numerous as they are, but on your strengths, whatever those might be,” Snape retorted condescendingly, but with no real malice behind the words.

Licking his lips nervously, Harry looked up and stared into Snape’s eyes directly. Not in a challenge, but in pleading, which was confirmed by his next words. “Will you walk down there with me?”

“You want me to walk you down the aisle?” Snape asked in surprise. “This is not my wedding. Why should I be put on display?”

“I can’t do it by myself!” Harry’s hands reached out and grabbed the crushed velvet robe Snape wore. “Please. Just… just go down there with me. And…and if I need help… can you…?” Harry made an odd airy gesture.

“Apparently Gryffindor’s courage deserts its pupils once they leave Hogwarts,” Snape muttered. He huffed and curtly signalled the coordinator, who looked like she would happily marry Snape if he saved the ‘Event of the Century’. She alerted the musicians, who began playing the beginning of the wedding song, a beautiful voice rose up to sing in an ancient tongue, and Snape pulled Harry to the opening in the hedges. They stepped out onto the open grass and everyone turned in their seats.

Harry’s hand was so tight around Snape’s forearm that he was sure it would leave a bruise as he held on for dear life. All eyes were on him, thousands of them. Some he knew, some he had never seen before in his life. And one he was sure had been on the list of known Death Eaters. Harry wondered if he should stop to check if there was a murderer at his wedding and then caught sight of Lucius. Perhaps he would just leave the whole subject alone.

Draco had planned almost the entire event with his parents. The senior Malfoys had not been keen on the idea to include Muggle procedures, but Draco had said that he wanted it to be somewhat familiar to Harry. Lucius had eventually cottoned onto the idea when he had realized that it would cast a soft glow on the event if the Malfoys were incorporating Muggle traditions. So Harry was walking down the aisle as opposed to walking in from the side with Draco. Harry had tried to explain that it was the bride who walked down the aisle and, since Harry wasn’t a girl, he would feel ridiculous doing so. Draco had smirked and, after an hour of him showing Harry exactly where they stood in their relationship, Harry had acquiesced without another word. He comforted himself in the knowledge that most of the people there wouldn’t know anything about it anyway. Of course, now he had set himself up with someone to literally walk him and he was actually holding onto Snape’s arm, like a bride holding her father. Harry decided that it was more important that he make it down there than to worry about his masculine pride. It was nearly a lost cause sometimes.

The aisle seemed to go on forever and it felt like they were halfway down when Harry saw the press. They were swarming on the far side and he then saw a lot of the Aurors in uniform and standing at attention along the outside of the rows of chairs and Harry wanted nothing more than to bolt. Why were all these people here? They were all staring at him, dressed formally and watching him expectantly. What did they want from him? He wasn’t anything special anymore! Harry’s feet slowed and he began to pull back. Snape’s hand came down and grabbed him by the elbow, but Harry began to struggle. His face began to show his panic and his breathing became faster. Oh Merlin! He couldn’t get away! He was being forced, held down! Please, make this stop!

“Harry, you will be fine,” Snape’s calm voice murmured into Harry’s ear as his presence and scent enveloped the younger man’s senses. Harry’s body became relaxed as his breathing slowed and colour returned to his face. He looked up at Snape and smiled.

“Thank you, sir,” he whispered. Snape nodded and they continued toward the front with Harry calm and controlled in Snape’s presence.

Draco, breaking protocol, stepped down from the raised dais and moved to take Harry’s hand. Draco gave a questioning look but Harry smiled and moved to him, letting Snape go. “I just got a bit nervous,” he explained quietly.

“I’m not flooding you with pheromones,” Draco warned. “I’m not going to let you blame me for forcing you into this.”

“It’s okay.” Harry looked at Snape and nodded his thanks. Snape moved back and sat in his reserved chair at the end of the row. Immediately, Harry’s head cleared and he was once again aware of the eyes on him. His hand tightened on Draco’s. “Did you have to invite every breathing person in existence?” he asked in a whisper, his chest rising rapidly once again.

Draco smirked. “Don’t be dramatic. Some of these people wouldn’t have been invited at all except for your insistence.” He nodded his head at the Weasley clan, all dressed nicely and smiling at Harry. Molly was the only one not smiling and was, instead, quietly crying into a hanky. The twins looked at her, rolled their eyes and then gave Harry the thumbs up.

Harry smiled back and looked at Draco. “We should get this over with before I completely lose my nerve,” he murmured.

Draco led Harry onto the dais. They held hands and Draco said, “You look quite smart in that outfit. I told you the green was an excellent colour on you.”

Harry grimaced good-naturedly. “I like the blue on you.” He smiled again and took in Draco’s appearance. Draco wore a similar outfit to Harry’s, but in shades of sapphire and black instead of the green and black that Harry wore. Draco had a jewelled collar and cuffs and his hair was tied back with a bow. He looked devastatingly handsome. “You look like an adult,” he laughed.

“I am an adult, you tosser,” Draco growled out playfully. The officiate cleared his throat and Harry and Draco turned to give him their attention.

“Sorry, sir,” Harry murmured.

“No need to apologize, my boy,” Dumbledore assured them in amusement. “Now, let’s set about marrying you two, shall we?”

Harry couldn’t remember a word that was said during the ceremony. It was all a fast blur. Only bits and pieces stood out: Harry repeating his vows, Draco kissing him on the forehead and both cheeks, the moment the magical binding settled around them and made them two parts of a whole, and then the cheering and shouted congratulations as they led the crowd into the building where the reception was held.



“So, you going to tell me what the delay was about?”

Harry swallowed his mouthful of champagne and set the glass down. They sat at the head table and he was happy that all of the guests were at round tables and happily gorging on the delicious food and no longer watching him. The press had been made to wait outside until after the brunch since no one wanted any embarrassing photos with food in one’s teeth.

“I got nervous, I told you,” Harry answered as he turned to look at his new husband. “I was afraid we were making a mistake.”

Draco raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, watching Harry. “A mistake? What, that our shoes wouldn’t match?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“So, you were what? Contemplating running off?” Draco’s eyes narrowed.

Harry swallowed again and his hand played with the napkin in his lap. “Well, I just didn’t want to make any mistakes. But, I wouldn’t have actually ditched this morning.” He hoped. Harry wasn’t sure if he would have or not.

“Of course not. That’s why I had Severus with you.” Draco smirked. “Actually, pet, I figured you’d go on a tangent. So I made sure that someone I trusted was there with you. I knew Snape wouldn’t have let you scamper off.”

Harry glared. “You knew? You knew I’d get nervous and have second thoughts? Why didn’t you just tell me?! It would have made things a lot easier!”

“Calm down.” Draco leaned forward and took Harry’s hand in his. “Even if I’d have told you that getting cold feet was completely typical for you, you’d still have gone through it and possibly blamed me for putting the idea in your head in the first place. This way, I was assured you’d show up and that you’d be able to work through your crisis.”

“What happened to you not pressuring me into this?” Harry hissed. “You still did so by having Snape as my guard dog!”

“But neither you nor he were aware of his reason for being there. He was only asked to escort you in case you became nervous. I never told him to use the pheromones.”

Harry blushed. “Well, no… actually, that was my idea. I asked him to do it if I started to lose it.”

“Ah.” Draco leaned forward and softly kissed Harry on the lips. A loud clamour began as the guests saw this and started tapping their utensils on the edges of their champagne glasses. Harry blushed harder and ducked his head into Draco’s neck.

“You know, in Muggle weddings, the couple kiss when they do that. Not the other way round,” he laughed into Draco’s collar.

“Well, there is just another example of how wrong they are.” Draco pulled Harry back out and kissed him again and the noise got louder. “The couple should initiate the kiss, of course, and the crowd should applaud the show of affection.”

Harry laughed and was soon happily dancing in his husband’s arms. He was more than happy that the tradition of the first dance was not known in the Wizarding world. It meant that he and Draco could just be part of the crowd.

Afterwards, they moved through the tables and hoard to thank guests for coming and were congratulated over and over again.

“Congratulations, Harry.”

Harry turned and saw Lydia, happily accepting her hug.

“I feel as if my own son has gone off in marriage.”

“You’re being ridiculous, woman. You aren’t capable of being a mother.” Snape’s voice was dark as he moved up behind her.

“At least not to a Gryffindor,” Logan added as he slid up next to Snape.

“Shut it, both of you. I am expressing my joy and happiness at Harry’s joy and happiness.” Lydia smiled and then offered her hand to Draco. “Congratulations as well, Mr. Malfoy. You seem to be a very proper and well-bred young man. Quite capable and ready to take on married life, I hope?”

Draco smoothly bowed over her hand and smiled. “Of course, madam. I am happy you were able to share in our day.”

“Yes, good thing we didn’t have a runaway, hmm?” Logan smirked and stared at Harry knowingly. “With the delays, I would have thought we’d have been sent home without tasting the cake.”

Harry glared at the other man. “Well, committing myself to a monogamous relationship is quite an ordeal. I suppose I should just be happy that I am able to hold my husband’s sole attention.”

Logan stiffened and glared right back. Snape’s hand on his arm arrested any movement toward his wand, though. “Quit insulting your hosts, Logan,” Snape hissed.

Lydia smiled at both Harry and Draco. “I believe we shall let you both move on to your other, more gracious, guests.”

Harry stomped away until Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop near a potted plant. “What was all that about?”

Harry glared at Logan across the room and got a glare in return. “I hate him!” Harry hissed. “He is nothing but a rude and nasty prat.”

“Yes, I gathered.” Draco stepped between the war of nasty looks and brought Harry’s attention to himself. “Those are Snape’s lovers, correct? I hadn’t formally met them before.” He smirked. “Still haven’t actually, what with that little cat fight.”

Harry turned his glare up at Draco. “Draco, don’t you dare think that I—”

“Hush,” Draco dipped down and kissed him. “I was teasing. That Logan is a nasty bitch, isn’t he? Now I see the sort that turns Snape on, though.” He smiled at Harry. “But you got Logan, didn’t you, pet? I’ve never seen you so… vicious before. It made me hard.”

Harry immediately looked around to make sure they weren’t in danger of being overheard. “Idiot! Watch your mouth!”

Draco chuckled and brought Harry tight against him, their hips touching as their groins rubbed together. “I can’t wait until I have you alone. There have been some things I’ve wanted to do to you, but couldn’t before we were married without breaking the law.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?” he whispered.

Draco laughed. “No, idiot!” He kissed him again. “Except for the wanting to get you alone part. I have a suite in a very exclusive Paris hotel waiting for us tonight. And then tomorrow we head off to our honeymoon.”

“I’ve never been to Paris,” Harry murmured against Draco’s lips.

“I know.” Draco plundered Harry’s mouth again and held him tight.

“Draco, there is a time and place for everything. You are ignoring your guests and the press are becoming ravenous for a photo of you two.”

Harry nearly gasped as Lucius’ voice broke into their private hideaway. He quickly pulled away and faced the wall, willing the flush on his face to fade.

Draco was unrepentant, though, and grinned at Lucius. “Of course, Father. Just got a bit impatient.”

“Yes, well, do be a bit more decorous, would you? Now, go meet the photographers on the east lawn. You will then be answering questions from reporters after that in the small ballroom.”

“Do we have to do this on our wedding day?” Harry protested. Lucius barely gave him a look.

“This is a major event, Draco. I am leaving the responsibility of handling the press to you today.”

“I won’t fail you, Father,” Draco answered solemnly.

“Make sure you handle your husband, as well. We know he speaks without thinking.”

“I am perfectly capable of—!”

Draco pulled Harry behind him. “I will, Father. We’ll go to the east lawn right now.”

Lucius nodded his head in acknowledgement and rejoined the masses.

“Why does he treat me like an idiot?” Harry demanded while pulling away from Draco. “He has no right!”

“Yes, he does.” Draco held up his hand to forestall Harry’s yelling. “Look, Harry. Father is the one paying for my apprenticeship. Law is an expensive field to get into and I am not able to pay for it on my allowance. He has also given us a house to live in for free. All this is allowing us to pay for your studies at the zoo. Just placate him. He means no harm.”

Harry blinked. “Are you insane? No one in their right mind would ever believe that Lucius Malfoy means no harm!”

“Harry, don’t let’s argue.” Draco brought him into an embrace and kissed his tight lips. “We’ll play nice and do what we need to and then we have an entire three weeks to ourselves.”

Harry frowned. “I just think that letting him do all that is just asking for trouble. We could get a small flat or something, can’t we?”

“I am not living in a small flat, Potter. Not when we have a nice house in Essex waiting for us. Or would you rather continue living with my parents?” Harry grimaced and Draco turned and pulled Harry along behind him. “Come on, let’s get our photos taken. I want your radiant wedding blush preserved in ink.”

Harry shook his head in resignation and followed behind.

~*~*~*

The sea breeze rustled Harry’s hair and the sand, under the blanket, cradled his body. All in all, Harry couldn’t have felt anymore relaxed.

“Oi, Harry. What do you want to have for dinner? I’m thinking lobster, but we had that the night before last and I don’t want to be boring.”

Harry chuckled and opened his eyes before turning his head a bit to see Draco sitting up next to him under the shade of their beach umbrella and watching the ocean tumble up onto the sand. “Draco, we’re on holiday on the lost island of Atlantis! I sincerely doubt that one minute of our time here will be boring.”

“Harry, how many times must I tell you that Atlantis was never lost,” Draco drawled. He leaned back on his elbows and Harry could see his reflection in the sunglasses on his husband’s face. “Stop saying it. You sound like some Muggle-born tourist. And we are not on holiday. We are honeymooning. There is a vast difference. Namely in the quantity of sex we are having. In fact, I believe it has been entirely too long since our last romp.”

“We just got out of bed two hours ago and then you…. Well, the changing tent was not meant for what we did in there,” Harry mumbled with a blush.

Draco smirked and even through the sunglasses, Harry could see the satisfaction on Draco’s face. “Yes, well, that was nearly an hour ago, wasn’t it? Like I said, this is not a holiday, but a honeymoon. So come over here and give us a snog. I will be mollified for another thirty minutes if I can have my tongue down your throat.”

Harry chuckled and rolled over until he laid half on Draco. “Do you ever think for one moment in your life that you could be a bit over-demanding and a tad too arrogant?” he teased.

Draco pulled Harry a bit further up onto his bare chest and pulled both their glasses off. “Never.” Swooping down, he attacked Harry’s lips as if they held the last drops of water on earth. Soon Harry found himself on his back with Draco on top of him and he was fairly sure that the very breath was being kissed from him.

“Mmm… Draco… Draco, we should stop…. Unh… We’re both…” Harry gave up and tilted his head to the side to let Draco nibble, bite, and suck to his heart’s content. And Draco, being the spoiled and selfish man that he was, was rarely content.

Draco moved a bit until he straddled Harry, his thighs on either side of Harry’s thighs. Harry gasped when their groins met and stiff flesh rubbed against stiff flesh with only swim trunks between them. And then Draco moved, thrusting against Harry at a leisurely pace but with enough pressure to show he meant business. Harry groaned and his hands moved frantically over Draco’s back. “Gods, Draco… We can’t do this here…”

“Oh yes, we can. We’re on honeymoon,” Draco growled, his hand moving between them and pulling their trunks down enough so that they were now flesh against flesh. Harry gasped and groaned as he thought somewhere in his consciousness that he should be embarrassed that he was having sex on a public beach in full sight of anyone walking by or watching out their hotel room, but he just couldn’t dredge up enough concern. Especially when Draco was demanding that he lick the palm of his hand and then that hand was moved to coat both of their straining cocks. Draco began thrusting against him in earnest and kissing Harry’s cries to silence while Harry’s hands clawed at Draco’s back and in another few moments they dug deep as Harry came hard, spilling across his stomach and lubricating Draco for more vigorous thrusting, which Draco took full advantage of. Harry held onto him as Draco became almost brutal and then stiffened and came, mixing their semen on Harry’s abdomen.

“Gods, Draco! I can’t believe you did that!” Harry whispered, burying his face in Draco’s shoulder.

“What?” Draco asked as his breathing returning to normal. “I merely made love to my new husband on our honeymoon. You hear the key word I keep using, Potter? Yes, that means we are entitled to as many public displays of affection we want.”

Harry laid his head back on the blanket. “Kissing and holding hands, yes, but not something as graphic as this! There is no way that I can possibly show my face for the rest of our time here!”

“Relax. There’s no one around.”

Harry turned his head from side to side and was amazed that Draco was right.

“There’s a big exhibition of some sort on the other side of the island. Some sort of sea dragon or whatnot,” Draco explained carelessly as he cleaned them up with a quick spell.

“A sea dragon? Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve liked to have seen that.” Harry sat up and reached for his glasses.

Draco smirked. “Now why should you go all the way over there when you have your own dragon here?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I had wondered when you’d start saying corny things like that.”

“I am appalled that you would think anything I have to say is corny!” Draco growled in mock anger. “I am the epitome of decorum and seriousness.”

Harry grinned. “Sure you are. I married a veritable icon of aristocracy.” He laid his head on Draco’s lap. “Now, if it is proper, I’d like to take a nap. I seem to be using up a lot of energy on this trip.”

“Honeymoon, Harry.” Draco’s hands began running through Harry’s hair. “That is the key word. It means as much sex as one can fit into two weeks.”

“I’ll be very surprised if I am capable of surviving the next two weeks, then,” Harry said with a smile and a yawn. He shut his eyes and relaxed under the petting.

“I’ll make sure you do, love.”