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Published by MILATUL SAMSIAH BINTI ABD GHANI Moe, 2021-03-04 10:03:49






Book Six:


by Slashpervert and

Summary, Notes & Copyright

Summary: Sequel to Harry Potter and The Serpent King. Harry and
Draco survived the war and defeated Voldemort. Now, they are
married, have a child and should be leading a happy life. Yet, issues
from the past create unexpected pitfalls to building their new life in
this time of peace.

Warnings: Language, M/M Explicit Sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming,
Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy,
Mpreg, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Pain, Violence, Blood.

Notes: AU from Chapter 24 of HPB, written before the release of

Betas: Our gratitude for the editing and proof-reading help of
Aasm614, LBaum and Indie.

Copyright 2008 – Slashpervert and Sayingsorry_hh. The
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Beyond Destiny

Harry felt very, very, very ... happy. Truly happy. Carefree. It wasn't
like anything he had ever felt before in his life. Not even as a child
had he felt carefree. He was married, and a father, and a best friend,
and a member of a family, and he was absolutely delighted that those
were the only things important anymore.

He smiled widely as he made his way through the villa after
dropping Valen off with Ron and Hermione. He'd had a very nice
birthday with his husband, son, and friends. And Draco had
wonderfully given him the the latest Firebolt model as a gift, with a
note reminding him of their one-on-one Quidditch match, of course.
Yes, it was official. Harry was the luckiest man on the planet. His
smile grew even wider when he opened the door to his and Draco's
bedroom and stepped inside, for their rule – that birthdays were for
sex – had not yet been followed, and Harry was very much looking
forward to it.

Draco was in the bathroom, putting on the finishing touches. "Sit
on the bed and close your eyes," he called out when he heard Harry

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He'd thought he already knew
what they were going to do. He moved over to the bed and sat down,
closing his eyes like he'd been told and smiled again, though it was
really more of a smirk.

Draco looked into the mirror, smirking as well at his own image.
He was wearing nothing but his silver arm, a black thong and black
eyeliner. He was very ready for his husband. He swaggered back into
the room, put his hands on his hips, and tried not to smile. "Happy
Birthday," he said.

Harry's smirk widened into a grin. "Can I open my eyes?" he

"Yes, look at me," Draco whispered, hardening already at the


Harry did open his eyes then, and his mouth dropped open. He
didn't even breathe. He didn't think he would've been able to if he
had tried. He was completely speechless, and Draco looked
completely gorgeous. Unbelievably, entirely, insanely gorgeous.

Draco grinned in spite of trying to stay serious-looking. Harry's
expression was priceless and usually meant he would be sore by

Harry swallowed, taking in the sight before him. He flushed with
pleasure. He couldn't believe Draco was wearing eyeliner, but he was,
and Harry's cock was hardening quickly. He swallowed again. "You
look," he said, letting out a shaky breath, "so fucking hot."

Draco arched an eyebrow, a smug smile upon his face. "And all
yours," he purred.

Harry licked his lips, hands itching to reach for Draco so that he
could devour him. "How about you come over here then?" he said.

Draco made sure to roll his hips, making his cock move in the
thong as he sauntered toward his husband.

Harry nearly groaned from the way Draco moved. His eyelids
fluttered as he blinked and his cock gave a powerful twitch in his
trousers. He reached for Draco's arms, pulling him down.

Draco smirked, letting Harry take him where he would.
Harry gripped Draco's sides and pulled him into his lap, and then
leant up to kiss him. He left his eyes open, wanting to see every inch
of Draco, and especially unable to stop looking at the black rimming
his eyes.
Draco's eyes were sparkling. He was delighted with the way his
lover looked at him. He kept his gaze focused on bright green as he
opened his mouth to Harry.
Harry did groan then, running his tongue along Draco's lips
before he slipped it inside. He slid his hands around to Draco's back
and then down, fingering along the top of the thong.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, fingers sliding over Harry's shoulders.
"Does the birthday wish from last night still stand?" Harry asked
with a smirk as he kissed and licked along Draco's jaw.
"Whatever you want," Draco gasped as he arched his neck for
Harry gripped Draco's sides again and then turned so he could
push him onto his back. "Mmm, tell me what I'm going to do to


you," he said, lowering his mouth to Draco's collarbone. "Please," he
added, so that it wouldn't be an order.

Draco shivered, remembering his husband's wish. "You want me
on my knees, while you lick and kiss me everywhere," he whispered.
"Then you are going to tie me spread open and fuck me. Then, come
in my mouth." Draco blushed furiously when he said the last part.

Harry smiled wickedly, sucking on Draco's skin before he rose
up. "That's right," he said huskily, licking along his neck. "So, on
hands and knees then."

Draco trembled, loving the feel of it when the compulsion hit
and moved his body to comply.

Harry backed away from Draco when the man started to turn,
and then flicked his fingers to get his own clothes off. He moaned
quietly at the sight of Draco's arse, only that thin, tiny piece of fabric
between it and Harry. "God, Draco, I'm fucking salivating," he told
him, reaching for one of those lovely mounds of smooth flesh.

Draco's cock gave a powerful twitch at the words and the touch.
"Yesss," he hissed, dropping his head, long blond hair falling around
his face.

Harry kneaded Draco's arse and reached below with his other
hand, cupping his balls through the fabric and feeling how hard he

Draco moaned, spreading his legs further apart. Harry's hand so
close to his cock, stroking the sensitive flesh of his balls – was
torture. But the kind he liked.

"So hard," Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss the little
indentations in the small of Draco's back.

"For you, always for you," Draco whispered.
Harry groaned, making his way down with his tongue. He ran his
hands down Draco's thighs and then back up on the inside of them,
rubbing and stroking.
"I love your tongue," Draco whispered, trembling where he knelt.
Harry smiled slowly, licking along the line of the thong. "My
tongue loves your arse," he replied, reaching for the thong with his
fingers and pulling on it.
"Oh, yes, yes," Draco panted in anticipation. Harry didn't do this
often, and Draco loved it when he did.
Harry drew the small piece of fabric aside, Draco's enthusiasm


turning him on greatly. Then he moved forward, breathing hotly on
the tight ring of muscle before slowly circling it with a gentle touch
of his tongue. "Like this, my love?" he asked.

Draco groaned loudly, his entire body shivering at the touch of
Harry's tongue. "Fuck, yes!" he gasped.

Harry gasped too at Draco's words and pressed his tongue more
firmly against him, spreading him with his hands.

Draco pressed his face into the bed and his arse back against his
lover. He could feel that soft wetness caressing his sensitive hole and
he felt like he could melt.

Harry hummed quietly, squeezing Draco's arse as he sucked on
the skin around his opening. "Is this good?" he asked quietly, tongue
stroking more firmly. "Mmm, Draco, you're like a sweet."

Draco moaned, nearly incoherent with pleasure. "Please, yes," he

Harry gently probed the hole, eyes closed as he focused on
Draco's noises and the quivering beneath his tongue. He smiled.
Merlin, there was nothing else like this.

Draco's fingers were clutching the bed-covers and, by this point,
he had even curled his toes. His cock twitch within the confines of
the thong with each thrust of Harry's tongue.

Harry licked and sucked for as long as he could while his own
cock throbbed and leaked. He never wanted to stop. Draco was so
open and relaxed that Harry could've probably slid into him without
any lube at all. He kissed Draco's entrance, pushing his tongue past
the muscle again and groaning from deep in his chest.

"Oh, Gods, Harry," Draco moaned again, feeling both excited
and relaxed in a combination that seemed to suspend time while he
waited for the next thrust or caress.

Harry continued to thrust his tongue into his husband, fucking
him with it as he spread him even wider. He knew that if he kept it
up long enough, he would be able to come without even going
anywhere near his own cock, but he knew exactly where he wanted to
come that night. He fucked and sucked Draco's hole for several more
minutes, until he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't stop.
Panting, he rose up, laying a kiss to Draco's lower back again. "I'm
going to tie you up now," he whispered, his lips swollen.

A shiver moved down Draco's spine at those words and he nearly


came at the idea. "Yes, yours," he managed to rasp.
"On your back," Harry said next. "I want to see your face."
Draco let go of the duvet and rolled onto his back, spreading his

arms and legs and looking up with desire-glazed, dark-ringed eyes at
his husband.

Harry would've sworn he almost came just from that. He held in
his groan and conjured silken ties for his husband's arms, unable to
tear his eyes away from Draco's as he reached and began to wrap one
around his wrist.

Draco watched, panting as his husband tied him to their bed. The
fabric of the thong barely contained his arousal now and it was tight,
but even that added to the excitement.

Harry thought about tying Draco's legs as well, but left them in
the end, knowing he could command their position if he needed to.
He wanted to bend Draco as far as he could, wanted his legs spread
wide in the air, wanted his knees next to his ears. Harry let out a
strangled moan at the thought, running his hands slowly up the long,
pale limbs.

Draco watched the play of thoughts on his lover's face and licked
his lips in anticipation. Harry's hands on his legs made him shiver
again and he unconsciously thrust his hips up.

Harry pulled on the thong with just the tips of his fingers, very
slowly beginning to slide it down Draco's narrow hips, watching the
progress with an expression of near awe.

As Harry removed the strip of cloth, Draco continued to arch up,
holding his hips aloft with the strength of his legs, pressing his feet
into the bed. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Harry's expression
made him feel as if he were on fire.

Harry slid the cloth down and then completely off of Draco, his
heart beating quicker. He made eye-contact with him again, not even
needing to say anything to let Draco know how turned on he was,
and he certainly didn't need to hear how aroused Draco was. He
could see it, plain as day. He moved between Draco's legs, sliding his
hands up them again and then back down, lifting.

Draco was panting now, eyes on Harry. He held on to the silken
ropes that bound him to the bed and waited, aching to be filled.

Harry reached down and placed the head of his cock at Draco's
entrance, deciding to lube it just so they could fuck longer. He lifted


Draco's legs until, indeed, his knees were by his ears. He moved with
him, pressing into him as he did, his eyes still locked on Draco's own.

Draco's eyes nearly rolled back into his head then, his mouth
open as he gasped. "Yes, fuck me," he encouraged.

A hint of a grin graced Harry's lips as he slowly drew back. "Can
you feel it?" he whispered hotly. "Can you feel all of me inside you?"

"Yes, inside me," Draco agreed with the other man as he slid in
again. "Deep inside me; part of me," he whispered.

"Part of you," Harry whispered back, lowering his face until his
nose was pressed to Draco's and their lips brushed on every slow
thrust inside.

Draco felt his lover’s breath on his face and the caress of his lips.
Draco loved the way Harry bent, spread, and filled him as he tugged
on the restraints, using them as leverage to meet those thrusts.

Harry couldn't be entirely sure, but to him, it felt like he fucked
Draco for an achingly, good, long time. It was exactly what he
wanted, to feel every thrust, to hear every moan, every gasp. And
then he could feel the heat, rising quickly, and he stopped thrusting
and held still, not wanting to come yet.

Draco lost himself in the blissful state of being fucked by the
man he loved. He felt open and filled and he trembled with this
arousal. He could feel Harry building to orgasm and, having forgot
the plan, was surprised when he stopped. "Harry," he moaned in
complaint, his cock twitching as well.

Once Harry felt he had got enough of a hold on himself, he
smiled down at Draco, raising an eyebrow.

"Pleeeassse," Draco begged, so close to coming he thought he
would pass out if Harry didn't bring them soon.

Harry gently pulled out of Draco with a quiet gasp, releasing his
legs as well and hoping to remind Draco of what he wanted to do.

Draco shivered, remembering then that Harry was going to come
in his mouth now – after fucking him. It was dirty and kinky, and
very hot. Very Harry.

Harry licked his lips, moving over his husband's body so that he
was on his knees right before his face. He groaned as he reached for
his own cock, aiming it for Draco's mouth as he began to stroke
himself, knowing it wouldn't take very long at all. He didn't know if
he could've thought of anything hotter as he watched Draco's face,


eyes lingering on the eyeliner again before his gaze moved to those
parted lips.

Draco licked his lips and then stretched out his tongue, wanting
to taste his husband. He could feel Harry's magic crawling over his
body now and knew he would come when his lover did.

Harry moaned as Draco moved his tongue out. "Fuck," he
whimpered, fighting to keep his eyes open as he twitched and began
to come.

His husband's hot seed coated Draco's tongue, lips, dripping into
his mouth and smearing on his cheeks. He arched his own hips and
came too, coating his own belly and shooting hard enough that some
of it hit Harry's backside.

Harry moaned throughout the entire orgasm, watching Draco
and then moaning even louder when he felt Draco's seed on him. He
positively trembled with pleasure and had to grip the headboard to
keep from toppling over.

Draco pulled on the ropes again, wanting to touch his lover. He
swallowed and licked his lips, grinning up at him.

Harry grinned too as he panted. He flicked his fingers, releasing
the bindings with his magic rather than reaching to untie them.

Draco chuckled, scrunching up his nose where he could feel
Harry's come had even stuck there.

Harry slid back until he could lie between Draco's legs and was
level with his face. He licked at his nose. "Nose fetish," he whispered,
still grinning as he then proceeded to lick other parts of Draco's face,
for which he didn't have an excuse.

Draco smirked and scrunched his nose a little as Harry licked
him. He slid his hands up Harry’s arms, over his shoulders and then
down his sides, delighting in the touch.

Harry smiled. "I'm supposed to be a lion, remember?" he asked,
laying little kisses along Draco's lips.

"Yes, my lion," Draco answered, voice smug and possessive as he
said it. He stroked and caressed Harry's sides and chest. "Eighteen
now," he added.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "Maybe now we can go get a car to fuck in."
He laughed delightedly, even though he knew he could have bought a
car and got a license a few years ago.

Draco frowned and rolled his eyes. "Anywhere you want me," he


"Well, that's everywhere," Harry replied.
"Good," Draco said. "Make a list."
"I don't think there's enough parchment in the world, love,"

Harry said, eyes sparkling with amusement.


Returning Heroes

Harry lifted Valen into the air and laughed as the baby smiled down
at him, reaching for his glasses. They were both in the dining room
with Draco, Ron and Hermione. Their trip to France had ended a
couple of weeks earlier, and while the holiday had been nice – very
nice – it did feel good to be home. Though Harry was still tired of
the letters. Those hadn't really stopped.

"Oh, look," said Ron through his mouthful of food as he read the
paper, "thirty-five. Thirty-five times you've been on the front page."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, lowering Valen again. "You're
still counting?" he asked.

Ron shrugged. "Just seeing how many front page stories you can
possibly make."

Draco smirked, sipping his tea. "What's this one about?" he

"Well, I suppose it's not exclusively about Harry," said Ron,
frowning as he skimmed the article. "S'bout our year going back to
school and asking if Harry'll be one of them, oh, and, Draco, you're
mentioned too, of course... I didn't know our year was going back to

Hermione suddenly snatched the paper from his hands, frowning
as well. "I never heard such a thing," she said, reading very quickly.

Harry raised an eyebrow.
Both of Draco's eyebrows arched too and he went to look over
Hermione's shoulder at the article. "I heard no one took N.E.W.T.s.
They had to postpone them because of the war."
Right then, Leakey popped in, like he had been doing all too
often, Harry thought, bearing a silver tray with four letters upon it.
"I has letters for Masters Draco and Harry, and Mr Weasley and
Ms Granger," he said.
Harry took his off the tray when the elf came round, holding


Valen in one arm. It looked like a Hogwarts letter.
Hermione gasped in excitement as she took hers and Ron shook

his head at her.
Draco took the newspaper from Hermione and his letter, sitting

down with both.
Harry had to try and open his own letter with one hand, and then

hold the parchment away to read it so that Valen couldn't get to it.

Dear Mr Potter,
It is with great hopes that you wish to complete your education that we, the

staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, invite your class to return
to take your N.E.W.T level examinations. Circumstances are such that no credit
has been taken and you are welcome to attend practical lessons from October first
to October thirteenth. Enclosed is a list of subjects and books to prepare for the
examinations. We very much hope you will be joining us.

Headmistress McGonagall

Draco chuckled. "Back to school for N.E.W.T.s?" he said in

Harry looked up and then pulled the list out of the envelope,
skimming it. "Looks like it," he said.

"But it's almost September!" said Hermione, eyes wide with

Ron made a face at her. "You act as if you haven't been studying
for N.E.W.T.s since fifth year," he said.

She scowled at him.
Draco smiled. "So, Harry," he said, "do we want to go back to
school?" He arched an eyebrow at his husband.
Harry looked down at Valen and then back up at Draco. "Do
we?" he asked.
"Why not?" Draco asked, shrugging. "We have no other plans."
"Well, we'd have to take him," said Harry, indicating their son.
"But I suppose he wouldn't be any trouble."
"You have to go, Harry," said Hermione. "What a waste of six
years if you don't."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to," said Harry. "I would actually like


to go. We've already all said it would be good to take N.E.W.T.s."
Draco snorted at the idea of Valen not being trouble. "Yes, I

think I would enjoy just being a student again for a while," he said.
"And I suppose McGonagall would let us have our tower room

Harry smiled and nodded. "Unless there's some other accidentally
bound couple using it."

"I wonder who else will return," Draco mused, wondering about
old friends. Most of his were dead or in Azkaban.

Harry shrugged. "Probably a good number. Can't really get a great
job without N.E.W.T.s." He frowned, thinking of Seamus.

"They're only giving us one week for practicals!" said Hermione.
"That's hardly anything at all!"

"Well, we should all be able to ace Defence Against the Dark
Arts," Draco said. "And I seem to have got a lot of practise in
Charms," he added, smirking at his husband.

Harry snorted, nodding. "And Draco is exceptional at Potions.
I'm sure he won't mind helping you if you have questions. Don't fret,
Hermione. We'll all do fine. And you have been studying for
N.E.W.T.s since fifth year."

Hermione looked disgruntled. "I'll draw up some study schedules
for all of us," she said. "And we should set aside at least a few hours a
day for using the library. Honestly. I can't believe they're sending us
these only now!"

Ron took a deep breath. "And now you get to see what we really
went through for six years," he said to Draco.

She scowled at him again.
Draco laughed and nodded. He figured that studying for
N.E.W.T.s would actually be a lot easier than researching Horcruxes
and reading Harry's parents' journals. He was delighted by the looks
on Ron and Harry's faces.

Not even in school had Hermione worked Harry and Ron so much.
She wasn't as hard on Draco, as he didn't really go off into dazes like
Harry and Ron did, but she wasn't easy on any of them. It was like
having their own Professor McGonagall, perhaps even stricter.
However, one thing did make all the work much easier than it had


been in school. Harry's study breaks did not consist of flying or a
walk on the grounds. Now they consisted of hot sex with his
husband. He enjoyed it quite a lot, and Hermione had thought they
were going off for Potions lessons, although he was pretty sure she
had figured them out by the end, as Harry was still not terribly good
with Potions when she gave them their pre-tests.

Eventually, though, it came time to head off to Hogwarts and
they left for the school with two week's worth of what they needed,
Harry and Draco with much more than Hermione and Ron, as they
had Valen's things in tow as well. They arrived at the school that
evening, through Floo, and Professor McGonagall had a house-elf
collect their things to take up to Gryffindor tower. The elf gave them
her message that they were to join the rest of the school for dinner.

"Sitting with us?" Ron asked teasingly, nudging Draco as they
walked along the corridor.

"I should sit with my House," Draco answered. "Valen can sit
with me," he added with a smirk.

Harry shot him a sideways look, raising an eyebrow with
amusement. "His middle name means lion," he said. "He will so be a

"He's a Malfoy," Draco countered, one eyebrow arched in his
classic expression.

"By name," Harry remarked, raising his chin with a sort of sure

"By all appearances, too," Draco smirked.
"He has my eyes and my lips," Harry countered with a smile.
They were nearly to the Hall and Draco held out his hands to his
husband for their child. "Then what are you worried about?" he
asked, grinning.
"I'm not worried about anything, love," Harry replied, looking
between Valen and Draco. "Not even sitting at the Slytherin table
would keep him from being a Gryffindor," he said, still amused.
Ron and Hermione were watching them with weary expressions,
having heard this conversation plenty of times before.
Draco gently took the baby from his husband's arms. Valen
squeaked and burbled happily. "Nor does sleeping in Gryffindor
tower make me one," he teased.


Harry smiled and shook his head. "I will be eagerly awaiting his
first letter home from school," he said, reaching the doors now.

Draco arranged his face in his classic "Malfoy" look and took his
husband's hand. He looked to the others, too. "Ready to make an
entrance?" he asked.

Harry snorted.
"An entrance?" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.
"But, of course," said Ron, grinning.
"Open the doors, Harry," Draco said, hands full. He wanted
Harry to use his magic for him.
Harry shook his head at his husband. Feeling his face flush, he
made a small sweeping gesture with his hands and opened the door
using his magic. He laughed as Valen made quite a show of liking it.
As the four stepped into the hall, everyone inside grew very quiet,
which made Valen's noises seem even louder, echoing around the
room. The murmuring grew until it was like a dull roar, the words,
"Harry Potter," and, "Draco Malfoy," easily discerned. Ron and
Hermione's names could be heard too, and, of course, all over there
was, "and that's their baby." Several people waved at them from the
Gryffindor table, and some even cheered. Harry felt like an idiot, but
a happy one.
Draco couldn't quite keep the smirk off his face. He leant over
and kissed Harry quickly but firmly on the lips before releasing his
hand and, with an eyebrow waggle, turned to head over to the
Slytherin table.
Harry stared at his husband. He hadn't actually thought Draco
would go over to Slytherin. Harry walked with Ron and Hermione to
the Gryffindor table, greeting Neville, Dean, and the rest of their
year, as well as Ginny, who was there for her actual seventh year. He
kept an eye on Draco, watching him and their child.
Draco scanned his table, heart clenching when he realised that,
although he recognised several of the younger students of his House,
there were only two others from his year – Pansy and Theo. Those
two were sitting across from each other. Which one did he sit beside?
Both ideas had problems. Given that his last encounter with these
two and Blaise had nearly got him killed, it was awkward. On one
hand, though, Pansy usually had the worst temper, so he chose the


slightly less dangerous "friend." He strode up and a sixth year moved
over to make room for him beside Theo.

Harry happily began to chat with his old Housemates and some
of the people from other Houses came up to speak with him as well.
He knew that nothing was actually going to happen to Draco and
Valen in the middle of the Great Hall, but he too remembered being
in Hogsmeade, and being attacked, and so he still watched.

Everyone at the Slytherin table was quiet and staring at Draco
and Valen. Then the whispering began among the first years and
spread around the table. Draco ignored it. "Pansy, Theo," he

"Ooh, is that Potter's baby?" Pansy asked, reaching across the
table to touch him.

Draco nearly pulled back to avoid that hand, but settled on warily
watching her as she wiggled fingers in front of Valen's face. Valen,
for his part, seemed equally suspicious and was being unusually quiet
as he watched her with big green eyes. "He is our child," Draco
replied, aware that she probably already knew that. "Valentine
Malfoy," he said, loud enough that the rest of the table could hear.

"He looks like you," Theo said with a smirk.
"What's Draco sitting over there for?" asked Ginny, watching
him as Harry was.
"I don't know," Harry said. "Suppose he wanted to catch up."
"But didn't they ...?" said Ron, frowning.
Harry nodded, knowing he was talking about Hogsmeade.
"Do you think they fought in the battle?" asked Neville.
Harry shrugged, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"You're all staring at them," said Hermione, lifting an eyebrow at
Harry looked around and realised she was right, and that they
probably all looked like idiots. "Come on now. Only me," he said to
his friends. "They're my Malfoys."
Ron snorted as he and the rest went back to their plates.
"Yes," Draco answered Theo. "He is a Malfoy."
Valen made a disgruntled noise when Pansy tweaked his nose and
Draco gave her a warning frown.
She pulled her hand back and picked up her fork, eating again.


"So, I didn't think infants would be allowed at Hogwarts. Shouldn't
he be with his nanny?" she asked.

Draco was not explaining that Harry breastfed. That, at least, had
not been in the papers yet. "Special circumstances," he said. "And we
don't use a nanny."

Pansy looked disapproving of that and there were quite a number
of surprised expressions around the table.

Draco shifted Valen to his silver arm, pressing the child to his
chest as he began to eat.

"Why aren't you sitting with Potter?" Theo asked. "Didn't you
change your colours?"

Draco controlled his face, looking unconcerned despite the flare
of anger inside him. "I'm a Slytherin," he answered.

Harry actually thought about joining Draco at the Slytherin table
and had begun drumming fingers on his plate in his unease.

"Mate," said Ron, sounding annoyed as he grabbed Harry's hand
to stop him.

Harry huffed, letting his hands fall into his lap. He thought
maybe he understood why Draco wanted to eat with the Slytherins,
but the last time he and Draco had eaten willingly apart had been in
Hogwarts. So he was being a bit stupid about it, but he wanted his
husband and child next to him, where they belonged. He was pulled
from his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder and looked up to see an
excited-looking second year staring at him, quite close to his face. He
frowned in confusion.

"Hi, Harry," she said. "Will you sign this?" She held out a piece of
parchment and a quill, smiling widely at him.

Harry's frown grew and then looked over to see Ron very happily
signing something of some other student's. He sighed, nodding as he
took the quill. He glanced at Draco and Valen again.

Draco looked over to see Harry signing autographs. He smiled
and was delighted when those green eyes met his. In his arms, Valen
grabbed the fork and tried to eat it. That caught Draco's attention as
he looked down and pried it from his son's grasp. "No, you get yours
after I eat," he told the baby.

Theo was looking at Draco strangely and Draco glanced up and
met the other man's eyes. A shiver of memory moved through him


and he looked back to his plate.
"I never pictured you as the fatherly type," Theo said, a touch of

heat in his voice as he spoke.
Draco nodded, focussing on his food. Pansy laughed. "No Truth

or Dare games anymore, Draco?" she teased.
Harry smiled back when Draco looked at him, though the smile

was probably a bit strange. And then, disgruntled, he turned back to
the parchment he was signing. It seemed word had spread that he'd
signed one person's parchment, so a whole slew of them gathered
around him.

"Oy!" said Ginny, elbowing Jimmy Peakes out of her side, where
he was pressed as he tried to reach Harry. "You went to school with
him, Jimmy," she said, frowning at him. "It's not as if you've never
seen him before."

Jimmy ignored her. "Will you sign my broom, Harry?" he asked
over the heads of some first-years.

Harry huffed, looking up at the staff table and wondering how
long Professor McGonagall would let this go on.

Draco nearly flushed at the memory of, not only his last Truth or
Dare game a year ago at the Burrow, but at the last one he had ever
played in Slytherin.

Apparently, Theo remembered too because he chuckled beside
him. "Now that would be a shame," the man said. "You had quite a
knack for those dares."

Draco wasn't able to completely control his flush then, which
made the other two laugh even harder. Luckily, Draco was saved
coming up with an answer when a commotion broke out over at the
Gryffindor table.

"All right!" Harry shouted, just so he could be heard over the
voices. "I'm the same bloody bloke you've all seen before! I don't
want to sign anything else!"

"Aww, Harry, just this," said several people.
"No," Harry said firmly. "You're lucky I signed what I did."
And when only a few of the students cleared away, Professor
McGonagall finally stood and shot them a very stern look. "Please,
take your seats," she said briskly, and they did, quite quickly at that.
Harry straightened his glasses and robes.


Professor McGonagall did not take her seat again, however. She
remained standing. "I would like to welcome our guests back," she
said, and there was a loud round of applause and some more

Valen startled at the clapping and squeaked nervously, his green
eyes gone large and round.

Draco set his fork down and rubbed the baby's chest and belly,
soothing him. "It's fine," he whispered to the infant.

Professor McGonagall got the Hall quiet again with another of
her looks. "Yes, it's all well and good," she said. "Furthering one's
education is among the greatest things one can do in life."

Hermione nodded in happy approval.
"I would ask that the returning class meet in the library after the
meal," McGonagall continued, "so that the details of the
examinations and lessons may be explained. I would also like to add:
Please do not harass our guests. They are here for learning and only
have a short time to do so. If I see it happening, it will mean House
points. Carry on." She took her seat again.
Just as the Headmistress went to sit, Valen let out a high pitched
squeal that filled the Hall and made his father wince in pain. The
infant was staring off at Harry and waving his little arms.
Harry smiled at him, waving back as there was a collective,
"Awwww," from many of the girls. "Excuse me," he said decisively to
his friends, getting to his feet and striding across the Hall. He stood
next to the Slytherin table, intending to sit, but saw that there wasn't
an empty space next to Draco.
Theo was regarding the Gryffindor but didn't move aside to
make room for him.
Valen was squeaking and wriggling in Draco arms, even more
enthusiastically when Harry approached the table. Draco turned and
held the child up for his husband to take.
Harry smiled as he took Valen, rubbing his nose against the
baby’s, and then he stared at Nott, clearing his throat.
Draco stood, climbing off the bench. "He's hungry," he told his
husband as he stepped up to him.
"Oh," Harry said, turning his attention to Draco again. "Okay. I'll
go feed him then. You going to come with me?"


Draco looked at his half eaten-plate of food. "Yes," he said,
taking Harry's hand.


Old Friends and Lovers

Harry walked with Draco and Valen out of the Hall. He chose an
empty classroom in which to feed Valen, rather than walk all the way
up to Gryffindor Tower and he stared at Draco as he got the baby
ready and sat at a desk with him. "How are they then?" he asked,
raising an eyebrow. "Parkinson and Nott?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, wondering where Harry was going with
this. "Slytherin," he replied.

"That's how they're doing?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes as
well. "You do remember that they tried to kill us, right?"

"That was Blaise," Draco corrected. "I believe neither Theo nor
Pansy ever took the Dark Mark." Actually, he was certain they hadn't
because the Dark Mark was one of the types of magic he could sense
without even seeing it. He didn't feel that when he was near either of
the remaining Slytherins.

"But you said," argued Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"I said what?" Draco retorted, getting angry now and he wasn't
even sure why.
"You said that it was them, and even if it wasn't them, they didn't
try to warn you. They laughed. They knew," Harry replied, wondering
why Draco was taking that tone with him.
Draco looked away, frowning. "It's over, Harry," he said. "The
war is over and most of my friends are dead or in prison. Just let it
Harry snorted humourlessly, not voicing his thought that most of
Draco's friends deserved to be dead or in prison. Valen fussed, seeming
unhappy despite the fact that he was suckling.
Draco walked over to a student desk and sat down, arms across
his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
Harry looked at his husband as he began to rock Valen to settle
him down. "What?" he said to Draco.


"I don't know what, that's what," Draco snapped.
Harry huffed loudly. "You don't have to snap," he said, trying his
hardest not to snap himself.
"Fine," Draco said with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting
the rest in the library soon."
Harry nodded, sulking. He thought his concerns about Pansy and
Nott were quite legitimate.
Draco waited, unable to think of what to say. Was it selfish to be
relieved that he still had two of his age mates alive? They had made
poor choices. Hell, so had he before that amazing first weekend in
the Room of Requirement.
Harry sighed, sitting silently for several minutes as Valen finished
up. He lifted him to his shoulder, patting his back gently.
Draco stood up. "We should go," he said. "We are probably
already late."
Harry nodded again, waiting until Valen burped to stand as well.
He handed the baby to Draco as he pulled his shirt back on.
Draco held the sleepy child against his shoulder, swaying as Valen
drifted off.
Harry fixed his glasses once the garment was over his head and
then moved toward the door, still frowning as he opened it for Draco
and Valen.
Draco sighed and walked through, holding their sleeping child
close to his body.
Harry followed and they went along the familiar route through
the castle to the Hogwarts library. Everyone was already there when
they arrived, standing around chatting. Madam Pince threw some
rather nasty looks in the direction of the small crowd, but didn't
actually say anything.
Ron waved them over when he looked up and saw Harry headed
in his direction.
Pansy and Theo were sitting together and Draco nodded to them
as he walked in.
Harry noticed the nod and simply didn't understand his husband,
but he didn't say anything about it.
"Professor McGonagall's going to be here in a minute,"
Hermione filled them in when they reached the group of friends.


"Some fourth-year pulled one of Fred and George's pranks in the
entrance hall." She rolled her eyes.

Harry smiled, amused. The twins would be happy to know that
they wreaked havoc on the school, even when not present.

Draco snorted at that. He leant against the end of one of the
stacks nearby. Harry probably had no idea how many hours Draco
had spent in this library over the years, sometimes lurking in the back
while the trio's heads were bent together over some project or

Harry glanced at Draco, completely unsure if they were arguing
or fighting. And if they were, he had no idea why.

McGonagall showed up in a short time, lips pressed into an
appropriate white line. She cleared her throat to get the students'
attention. "Everyone gather here," she said, stepping behind a table
laden with several individual piles of papers.

They all moved collectively to the table, Harry waiting for Draco
to move with him and hoping he wasn't annoying him if he was angry
for some reason.

Draco stepped up beside his husband and looked at the stack in
front of him. He was curious about this process. As far as he knew,
before their own, there had never been a year in which N.E.W.T.
exams were not given.

"I will call you alphabetically," McGonagall told them. "I have
here your O.W.L. marks and marks from your most recent year at
Hogwarts as a refresher to let you know where you stood before, and
I also have files from your career consultations, so that you know
what to aim for when you sit your N.E.W.T.s. And, so, Ms Abbott, if
you please." She gestured for Hannah Abbott to step forward and
take her folder.

"Oh, it will be nice to look through this again," said Hermione.
Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at the same time. They both
knew that Hermione had already memorised everything in the folder
she was about to get.
Draco, like Hermione, had his O.W.L. and other school
information memorised as well. He remembered how it had seemed
so important to him then. Now, it seemed nostalgic.
Once everyone had folders in hand, Professor McGonagall


nodded. "Now everyone pay attention while I explain what this week
is going to consist of. Where you will all sleep has already been
determined, as you already know, so there is no need to go over that
again. You will attend meals with the rest of the students, but your
classes will be separate from them. Teachers are giving up their
prepping hours for you, so please, take advantage of that time. We
will not be holding separate classes for Houses, of course. You will all
be in the classroom together. I have class schedules for you in those
folders as well, and I believe your first class tomorrow will be with
Professor Flitwick."

There was murmured agreement.
"Very well," McGonagall continued. "Look over your files, and I
will be here if any of you have questions. You may take your seats
Draco shifted Valen a little higher against his chest, reaching with
his other hand to pull out a chair and sit down. He noticed that many
of the other students were watching him and Harry. That wasn't
surprising. Theo and Pansy were watching too, mostly watching
Draco and whispering together.
Harry took his seat next to Draco and the rest of the Gryffindors
followed suit. He had half a mind to ask Nott and Pansy what they
had to say about his husband, but let it go, not wanting to start
anything with Draco or with the other two, especially with their baby
in the room. He opened his folder, examining his marks. It was
strange that it all seemed like it had happened ages ago, but in other
ways, it seemed like yesterday.
Draco read over his record. It was, of course, stellar, until sixth
year. Then his grades had plummeted. Except in Potions. Before that
year, only one other student had higher marks than himself –
Granger. Then the assignment from the Dark Lord had sent him into
his own personal hell – from which Harry had rescued him. He
glanced to his side, watching his husband.
Harry could see Draco looking at him from his peripheral vision
and he turned his head, giving him a small smile and leaning forward
to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Your marks are better than
mine," he said, looking down at the parchment in front of his


Draco huffed but smiled. "Yes, most of the time," he agreed. He
looked up to find Theo watching him with an open appraisal. He
blushed and looked back down at his folder.

Harry frowned at Draco confusedly, knowing that his having
better marks than Harry would never make him blush. He looked up
then and caught sight of Theo Nott as well. His eyes flashed at the
other man's look and he unconsciously tightened his fist under the

Draco was actually glad that Granger had made them study for
the last couple of weeks. He had missed a lot in sixth year and would
have been woefully unprepared now.

Harry took a very deep breath. He couldn't very well do anything
because Nott had looked at Draco, though he badly wanted to. Badly.
It was the way he looked. Like he didn't care at all if anyone saw him.

"Harry? Something wrong?" Lavender asked.
Harry took his eyes quickly from Nott and looked at her. "No,"
he said.
Draco felt the shift in his husband's magic and glanced worriedly
at him. On his shoulder, Valen whimpered in his sleep.
Harry took another deep breath, calming himself. He reached up
and gently tucked Draco's hair behind his ear, giving him another
smile and leaning in for another kiss. One that lasted a little longer
than the previous and was directly on the lips. He wasn't doing it on
purpose. Much.
Draco blushed again. It felt strange to have Harry kissing him
there in front of everyone in the school library.
"I love you," Harry told him as he pulled back, resisting the urge
to look back at Nott.
Ron coughed and then looked at Harry in question.
Harry simply shrugged at him.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his husband and glanced around the
room. Many were looking uncomfortable; some smirked. Theo Nott
smiled at him.
Harry felt better and loftily turned back to his own papers. He
had no idea why he'd had a sudden spike of jealousy over a look.
Draco got looks all the time. He supposed it was just that it was Nott,
who he thought, no matter what Draco said, would have let both him


and Draco die in Hogsmeade that night. He wasn't fond of him in
the slightest.

Harry rummaged around in his bag for Valen's shrunken cot so they
could put him to sleep. He and Draco had just bid the rest of their
friends goodnight, who were going to sleep in the Common Room
on Transfigured beds. Harry and Draco's old tower room had been
taken out, but recently put back for them to use again since they had
a baby, unlike the others. Harry finally found the tiny bed and
Engorged it to full size with a wandless charm.

Draco was tired. It had been a long and strange day for him. He
set aside the folder of his academic records and began undressing. He
looked around the room, remembering the sex and the fights they
had had in there.

Harry undressed too, though he did it with a flick of his fingers.
He gently pulled Valen's cot over to the side of the bed and then
climbed atop the mattress, lying back against the pillows. "You look
tired," he told Draco.

Draco nodded, laying his clothes over the back of a chair. "Long
day," he sighed.

Harry nodded too, eyeing Draco and wondering if he should say
anything to him. He didn't want to fight and didn't know if what he
wanted to ask would start one.

Draco removed his silver hand, laying it and his wand beside the
bed, as usual. He then climbed in under the covers and lay back with
a long sigh.

Harry scooted close to Draco and turned on his side, reaching to
stroke his face with the backs of his fingers. He stared at them against
Draco's skin for a very long moment, thinking. "Did you," he began
quietly, taking a short, but lingering pause, "notice Theo Nott giving
you looks today?"

Draco's eyes were closed and he was relaxing into his husband's
touch when the man spoke. Draco cracked an eye open and arched
one brow. "Which look?" he asked.

"The one where he looked like he wanted to eat you," Harry
answered with a frown. "And I don't mean for dinner."

Draco blushed and looked away.


"You did notice then," Harry said, still staring at Draco's face.
"Yes, I did," Draco said quietly, still avoiding his husband's gaze.
"He's got some nerve," Harry said, voice clipped. "I was sitting
right there. You'd think he would at least have tried to be a little more
"Subtle about what?" Draco asked in a bored-sounding voice. "So
he looked at me? What does that matter?"
Harry huffed, turning onto his back and rolling his eyes. "It was
the way he did it," he said. "It wasn't a 'you're-an-attractive-bloke'
look, it was a 'you're-very hot-I-want-to-jump-you-right-now' look.
And I was sitting right there," he repeated.
"Don't let it bother you," Draco sighed. "He always did fancy
"You don't think it's rude?" Harry asked. "I would never do such
a thing to someone with their husband sitting there. I think it's an
arsehole thing to do."
"I told you. Slytherin views are a bit different," Draco replied.
"That sounds like rubbish to me," said Harry. "You can't all be
the same. And you're telling me you would give someone a look like
that?" He huffed once more, having not intended to get annoyed
again by the look.
"I am telling you that he probably doesn't consider it rude,"
Draco answered. "Most Slytherins don't practise monogamy."
"How can an entire House not?" Harry asked, staring up with his
arms crossed. "Is it a rule to get in?"
Draco snorted. "Cultural norm in upper class families," he sighed.
"Much of Slytherin is ... well, was ... made up of those pure-blood
families of wealth. That is what we learnt."
Harry gave Draco a sideways look. "So what are you then?" he
asked. And then he sighed. "This is stupid," he said. "Never mind."
"I am your husband and tired," Draco replied.
Harry nodded, flicking his fingers to extinguish the candles in the
room. Then he rolled back to Draco to tangle their bodies as he
usually did. "I just didn't like it much is all," he said quietly.
"So I gathered," Draco said, a smirk on his face. He petted his
lover's hair and relaxed.



Professor Flitwick was standing on a chair behind his desk when
Harry arrived with Draco and their friends after breakfast, Valen in
tow as well. The tiny man gave a sort of squeaky yelp and
disappeared when he jumped down. He hurried around the desk and
rushed forward to wring their hands excitedly.

"So very glad to see you all again," he said, beaming. "Please take
your seats. Please."

Harry chuckled as Flitwick scampered away to greet a couple of
Ravenclaws that were entering. He chose the seat he had always taken
in school, and Ron sat one seat down instead of right next to him,
obviously leaving the chair open for Draco.

Draco set up the playpen next to the table. It was spelled to keep
the little boy inside it, but to allow any adult to put the child in or
take him out. He unhitched the baby carrier from his chest and
deposited Valen in the pen with an assortment of toys. Then he took
his seat beside his husband.

Harry thought it was so very odd to sit at his old desk, waiting for
Flitwick to begin the lesson, while also listening to his son babble a
few feet away. But he smiled at the baby, hoping he would behave.

Draco flushed when he looked up and found the entire room had
been staring at Valen. He wasn't used to the attention having a baby
at Hogwarts would get. It was almost a relief to see Theo was not
looking at the baby, but at him with another of those appraising

Harry looked away from Valen and his eyes narrowed when he
caught sight of Nott as well. He was giving Draco the Exact. Same.
Look. Harry's eyes narrowed further and he glared. He didn't care if
Theo thought it was rude or not. Harry thought it was rude, and that
was enough for him.

Draco felt the shift in energy beside him and looked at his


husband, a frown on his face.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco and raised his eyebrows at

him as Professor Flitwick moved to stand in front of the class.
Draco huffed and got out his parchment and quill to take notes.
Harry rolled his eyes, but did it so that Draco couldn't see as he

took out his things as well, forcing himself to listen as Flitwick began
to speak.

The professor gave them a short speech of welcome, and then
waved his wand. Instructions appeared on the blackboard. "Now take
these down," he said. "And then put those quills away. Wands out.
This will be a practical lesson, of course."

Harry quickly wrote down the instructions, which were for a
Hair-Cutting Charm, and then stood, pulling his wand, even though
he didn't know if he would really need it. He cast a Shield Charm on
Valen's playpen to protect him from the magic, which earned him an
approving smile from Flitwick.

Valen squeaked loudly, batting at the magical boundary.
"Now, as you can see," Professor Flitwick continued, resuming
his place on the chair behind his desk, "we'll be doing Hair-Cutting
Charms today. I have here," he waved his wand again to reveal quite
a number of fake heads with lots of hair, "dummies for you to
practise on, but toward the end of the lesson, I would like to see the
Charm performed on a human partner."
There was nervous muttering about the room.
Flitwick let out a squeak of a laugh. "Not to worry," he said. "I
can perform a Hair-Growing Charm. It's quite a bit more advanced
than the removal of hair, but you'll all be as right as rain in the end."
Draco smirked at his husband, knowing that Harry had quite a
fetish for his longer hair and that he wouldn't be pleased with the
possibility of it drastically reduced.
Harry looked sideways at Draco and reached to gently pull on his
blond locks. "Who's going to be the partner that cuts your hair
then?" he asked as he eyed the strands.
Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry with a smirk. Harry knew
how much magic done on him turned him on.
Harry snorted quietly, running his hand through his husband's
hair and then walking up to the front of the class to retrieve heads for


himself and Draco.
"Extra points for those of you who actually manage to make it

look like a real haircut!" Flitwick squeaked over the commotion of
everyone else coming to get their heads as well.

Draco reached in and petted his child’s head while his husband
got the dummies for them. He watched the other students. The class
was made up of all those who had lived through the final battle with
the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.

Harry set the heads on the desk and took his seat again. Then he
looked up to watch Professor Flitwick demonstrate the wand
movement explained in their brief notes. It was a sort of quick, short,
straight-across movement with the wand tip. Harry cut a piece of hair
off the dummy with his wand tip, and then experimentally used his
finger, not terribly surprised when it worked just as well.

Draco's cut was more precise, but, of course, he couldn't do it
without a wand.

Harry shrugged and got to work, not knowing what he could
possibly do with the hair in front of him, so he simply settled with
cutting it sort of short with fringe, aiming for the way his own hair

When Harry looked over to compare his own work to others', he
was amused to see that Ron had ended up with a lopsided Mohawk,
which he had charmed to stand up. Hermione had a neat shoulder-
length cut with not a hair out of place. Dean had done pretty much
what Harry had, only a bit shorter. Neville's was a bowl-cut-looking
thing and Harry was secretly very glad he was not Neville's partner.
Lavender and Parvati hardly cut anything at all, both of them
focussing more on styling while Hermione threw them disapproving

Draco did a simple cut not too different from how he used to
wear his own hair. He didn't ever intend to do his own hair and
found the charm a bit boring.

Professor Flitwick roamed around the room as they worked,
giving tips to some and praise to others. He eyed both Neville's and
Ron's dummies with an alarmed look. "Well, boys," he quipped,
"good effort, but I don't think either of you will ever be entering into
the hair-cutting business."


Ron laughed and shrugged as Hermione shook her head at him.
The professor praised her and Draco and then watched with
interest as Harry cut the hair with his hands rather than his wand.
Soon, he stood at the front of the class again. "You've all done
very well, I'm pleased to say. Some better than others, but I can tell
that you've all worked very hard to be prepared for your
Draco smirked at that. They had worked hard to defeat
Voldemort. Studying for N.E.W.T.s had been play compared to that.
"Now comes the time for you to work on your partner," said
Flitwick. And everyone in the room moved closer to their chosen
friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, and in Harry and Draco's case,
husbands. Flitwick looked thoughtful. "You know," he said. "Perhaps
it would be fun to work with someone you wouldn't normally. You
might be more daring than with a friend you want to please." He
smiled cheerfully as the class sighed. "Oh, come now," he said,
waving his short arms. "I'll choose randomly." He Summoned the
class list. "Let's have ... Lisa Turpin and Ernie Macmillan."
Harry frowned, eyeing Draco's hair again as Flitwick continued to
call out names.
Draco glanced quickly at Harry to see his reaction to this plan
and then was careful not to meet his eyes when Flitwick called out,
"Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott."
Harry's mouth dropped open and he stared at Flitwick in
disbelief. What were the chances? What were the chances? He began
glaring again.
Draco felt the spike of anger and closed his eyes. "It's just a
charm, Harry," he whispered.
Harry took a deep breath, glaring up at the ceiling before rubbing
his forehead. God, or whoever the hell was up there, hated him.
Okay, so that was going a bit far. But what were the chances? he thought
again. "I know," he said to Draco, and then he heard Flitwick pair
him with Lavender and almost groaned aloud.
Draco leant over and placed a quick kiss on Harry's cheek before
moving to where Theo stood. The man was grinning at him when he
Harry huffed, trying to keep eyes on Draco as he remained close


to Valen. Lavender came over to him, smiling widely.
"Oh, Harry, this is going to be so fun," she said. "Your hair

would be so much better if it were shorter."
Harry frowned at her, but her smile did not falter.
"So, does Potter like it long like that?" Theo asked, cocking his

head to consider how to cut Draco's hair.
"Yes," Draco answered, not sure how to deal with his old school

friend. It made him nervous to be this close to Theo again.
Theo stepped even closer. "Better to pull, I suppose," he said,

voice low.
"Are you going to do the charm or talk?" Draco asked.
Harry very much wished he could tell what Nott was saying.

Lavender was babbling something, but Harry only nodded to her.
"You can do whatever you want," he said, and then she suddenly
grasped his shoulders and pushed him into a chair. He turned the
chair to be able to watch Valen, but he could also see Draco. He
didn't like Nott stepping closer to his husband. He wondered who
the hell Nott thought he was. He'd tried to get Draco killed and now
was coming on to him? He brought his hand up to rub at his
forehead again but Lavender gripped the back of his hair and pulled.

"Don't move," she chastised. "You'll make me mess up."
He sighed, almost groaning again.
Theo grinned, laying a hand on Draco's chest and gently pushing
him back into a chair. Surprised, Draco simply sat without protesting.
Then Theo raised his wand and used the charm, cutting away blond
Harry knew there had to be some sort of sneer on his face. He
didn't like when Nott touched his husband's chest, or the way Nott
was looking at his husband, or how close he had to be to his husband
in order to do the charm. Harry was suddenly jerked from his
thoughts when he felt something wet and cold run down his neck.
He jumped and turned his head quickly to frown at Lavender.
Lavender whacked him on top of the head with her wand. "You'll
make me mess up," she complained haughtily. "It's easier to cut when
it's wet," she explained.
Theo's magic was nowhere near as powerful as Harry's, but it was
a familiar reminder of past erotic moments and Draco shivered at the


touch of it.
Harry rolled his eyes and then glued them on Draco and Nott

again, unashamedly watching them. He only looked away when Valen
babbled loudly and threw one of his rattles against the side of his

Draco closed his eyes, feeling the magic so close to him and his
hair falling around him. He knew Nott was cutting it short and that
Harry would probably want to regrow it.

Harry watched the pieces of Draco's hair fall, irritated with it.
Draco looked good no matter what he did with his hair, but Harry
did very much like it the perfect length it had been. He was startled
when he felt Lavender's wand cutting very close on the sides of his
head. "How short are you going, Lavender?" he asked, frowning

"Oh, you'll see it," she said dismissively, pretty much ignoring

Draco sat silent while Theo finished and then looked about at the
blond hair littering the floor. "Cut a lot, did you?" he drawled.

"I liked it the way you used to wear it," Theo answered.
After Lavender had apparently finished cutting, she used her
wand to squirt something else wet into Harry's hair. "What are you
doing now?" he complained, noticing that Nott had cut Draco's hair
very close to, if not exactly, like the way he'd worn it in school. He
scowled, remembering what Draco had said about Nott always
having fancied him.
"I'm putting the finishing touches on," said Lavender, working
the wet into his scalp with her hands. Harry sighed and waited while
she then began pulling at strands of his hair, working her way around
to the front. It felt like she was making it stand straight up. "There,"
she said finally, pulling a mirror out of her purse to hand to Harry.
Harry took it and held it up. His eyes widened with what he saw.
She had, indeed, cut the sides of his hair very short and the back
short, too. She'd left the top a bit longer and had pulled it into pieces
that went all over the place even worse than usual.
"Styled bed head," she told him, smiling.
"Right," said Harry, knowing he would certainly be standing in
line for some regrowth.


Draco glanced over and frowned at what the girl had done to his
husband's hair.

"Now you do me," Theo said with a smirk, and Draco recognised
the line from an encounter years ago. He did his best to ignore the
implication and stood up, waiting for Theo to sit down. Draco was
annoyed and bored with this class. He did the minimum he could get
away with on Theo's hair. He had mastered the charm but had no
interest in grooming the other man.

Harry was pleased when Draco began doing Nott's hair instead of
Nott doing his. He himself applied no style whatsoever to Lavender's
hair when she sat down for him. He simply cut it from her mid-back
to her shoulders, and had no idea what she was talking about when
she told him to try and face frame it, so he just cut her some fringe
and declared himself finished, feeling like an idiot with his own

She frowned at him when she looked in her mirror.
Harry shrugged and turned his head to Draco, pointing to his
own hair and raising his eyebrows when Lavender wasn't looking at
Draco rolled his eyes at his husband to indicate he wasn't
impressed with the hair style.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"It looks like everyone is just about finished," said Professor
Flitwck from a corner in the classroom. “And it seems as though
you've all done well once again." He made his way quickly around,
marking a piece of parchment with his quill as he went. "Line up to
have your hair re-grown and to get your mark," he said when he'd
Lavender got quickly to her feet to stand in the queue and Harry
suppressed the urge to tell her she didn't know anything about hair
either, but he honestly didn't care that much. He picked up Valen and
followed after her.
Theo stood up and moved close again. "You going to change it
or leave it?" he asked Draco. The blond looked into those dark eyes
and his heart sped up. Theo was more attractive now than he had
been two years ago when they last ... played together.
"I will let my husband regrow it if he wants it long again," he


answered quietly.
"He make all your decisions for you now, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "We make our choices together and I

choose to please him," he answered.
Valen batted at Harry's head as if he could tell there was a

difference, and he probably could. Harry nodded to him. "Yes, I
know," he said, kissing the baby's hair. He looked over at Draco and
Nott. He kept his anger at bay for his son's sake, but he was annoyed
with their closeness again.

"And does he please you, Draco?" Theo asked.
Draco smiled then. "Very much so," he answered and saw
disappointment in the other man's eyes.
Ron came up behind Harry then. "What's up?" he asked, looking
where Harry was.
Harry turned his head and saw that Ron was sporting hair that
made him look like a cockatoo. Only his annoyance kept him from
laughing. He shrugged and Ron raised both eyebrows.
Theo was holding a lock of Draco's hair, wrapping it around his
fingers. "I can't imagine you satisfied with just one lover," he said,
voice husky.
"You have no idea what he is like," Draco answered, smirking,
"and you never will."
Harry clenched his teeth, watching Draco's face and the smiling
and the smirking, and how fucking close Nott was. He took a very
deep breath and Valen made a bit of a worried sound, if babies could
make such a thing. "Hold him," Harry said to Ron, handing him the
Ron took Valen, frowning at Nott and Draco. "Nott got a thing
for him or something?" he asked quietly, standing close behind
Harry didn't even want to answer, lest he yell it.
"Don't blast him across the room here, Harry," Ron muttered,
though it was halfhearted.
Draco felt the prickle of Harry's magic even across the room. He
glanced toward his husband and frowned. Turning back to Theo, he
shrugged and stepped back.
Theo had raised an eyebrow at Draco's last comment. "It's


disappointing to see the Prince of Slytherin reduced to catering to
Potter's whims," he drawled.

Harry was about two minutes from walking over to Nott, and he
had no idea what he would do once he got there. He tried to calm
himself and looked away, though his entire body positively itched
when he did.

Hermione showed up next, looking hardly any different, and had
apparently been watching from where she'd been standing. She
placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Just calm down," she told him in
a quiet, pleasant tone. "It's nothing and you know it."

Draco frowned, Theo's comment rankling him in spite of his
earlier statements. He held his chin a bit higher. "I choose where I
am," he said haughtily, "and that is with my husband and child." He
stepped back, nodding to Theo, and walked nonchalantly over to his

Ron took a step back from Harry and so did Hermione, both of
them standing with each other as Draco approached. Ron still held

"So, what did he have to say?" Harry asked when Draco was
standing next to him. His voice was snippy and he didn't quite meet
Draco's eyes.

"Not much of interest," Draco answered, and reached for their

Ron handed Valen over and glanced at Harry with a worried sort
of frown.

Harry crossed his arms. "I don't like him," he said seriously, tone
still snippy. "I don't trust him, I don't like the way he was acting with
you, and I don't appreciate ... any of it. I don't like him."

"We should talk back in our room," Draco said evenly.
Harry looked away and reached up to run a hand though his hair
in annoyance, but growled when he felt the hardness on top of his
head from whatever Lavender had done to him.
Draco waited while the others got their hair returned to normal.
He didn't have his regrown. He shrunk Valen's playpen and then
stood aside and played with the baby while he waited. He could feel
Harry's anger all the way up to the tower. Once in the Gryffindor
common room, he handed the baby to Hermione. "Will you watch


him for a while?" he asked, glancing meaningfully at his angry

"Of course," she said, nodding and glancing at Harry as well.
Draco kissed the baby on the head and turned on his heel, his
back to his husband as he began to climb the stairs to the room. He
knew Harry was going to start a fight and he wanted privacy for it.
Harry scowled at Draco's retreating back, hurriedly following
after him. He didn't know what he'd done for Draco to act like that.
He'd done absolutely nothing.


A World of Trouble

Draco reached their tower room, leaving the door open for Harry to
follow him. He went to the window, looking out, and waited.

Harry reached the room seconds later and closed the door loudly
behind himself, unable to help it. He stood and stared at Draco,
crossing his arms once again and angrily leaning against the wall
across from his husband.

Draco was looking out over the grounds and toward the lake. He
sighed but didn't speak yet.

"Well, I'd like to know what I did," Harry said, eyes wide and
expression expectant. "All I did was dislike someone I have a right to
dislike. Someone who, for a number of reasons, I should dislike."

"You are angry at me," Draco said simply.
Harry rolled his eyes, huffing. "Because, Draco," he said, rubbing
furiously at his own face, "you baffle me."
"What am I supposed to do? Ignore my old friends? Pretend I
have always been at your side? Act like a Gryffindor?" Draco asked,
his own anger surfacing now.
Harry laughed strangely, shaking his head. "I never told you to
ignore your old friends," he said. "But friends are people who have
never tried to kill you, like your 'friends' did. And believe me, I know
you've not always been at my side. I remember, quite well, all the shit
you did with your 'friends.' And, have I once, ever, told you to act
like a Gryffindor?"
Draco huffed and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and
facing toward Harry. "By your definition of who is an acceptable
friend, I do not even qualify," he drawled.
Draco's calm only served to anger Harry even more. "And what
is that supposed to mean, my love?" he asked sarcastically, raising his
"I nearly killed Ron and Katie," Draco pointed out. "I worked for


Voldemort. Am I to be damned by my past choices, too?"
"Draco, that's not the same and you fucking know it," Harry said

angrily. "The situation is entirely different."
"Why?" Draco challenged, grey eyes flashing. "Because I fucked

you in the Room of Requirement? That made me redeemable when
my friends aren't?"

Harry's fists shook at that. "You didn't know that the necklace
would go to Katie, and you didn't know that Ron would drink that
mead," he said, his voice shaking too. "You were trying to kill
Dumbledore with half-arsed attempts that we both know were half-
arsed. You had a snake on your arm that would've killed you if you
didn't do it. There were threats against you and your family, and you
tried to kill yourself, Draco! I don't know why you're trying to make
excuses for people who laughed when they knew you could've been
killed. Who laughed when they knew it might've been the last time
they would ever see you. I don't have any friends like that, nor do I
want them."

"Blaise, Gregory, Vincent, and Millicent are all dead because of
the choices they made." Draco hissed. "Neither Pansy nor Theo carry
the Dark Mark. They made a choice to not follow Him. But that's not
the issue, is it?"

Harry let out the same kind of strange laugh. "Oh, all that is
certainly one reason I don't like Nott, and the reason I don't much
like Pansy either, but, you're right, it's not the only reason I'm pissed
off. I don't like that Nott seems unable to take a hint. You say he
doesn't think it's rude to stare at you like he wants to fuck you, or
suck you, or whatever. Fill in the blank. But I think I've made it quite
clear that I think it's rude. Now, Nott is either ignoring me, doesn't
care, or he's just incredibly, amazingly, tremendously stupid. It's
probably a touch of all three."

"And what if I like being looked at?" Draco challenged, hands on
his hips and chin held up defiantly.

Harry's nose flared with his anger and he couldn't even speak for
a moment. "Then I guess you like being looked at," he said, voice
deadly quiet as he pushed off from the wall and headed for the door.
He felt like hitting Draco.

"Don't walk out on me," Draco snapped. When Harry ignored


him, reaching for the doorknob and turning it to leave, Draco strode
forward, reaching over his lover's shoulder to hold the door closed.
"Since when do you run away?" he drawled.

Harry's frame shook and he felt like he could blow holes in the
door with his eyes. "I'm leaving," he said in that same quiet voice,
though it was quivering now, "so that I don't end up doing
something I'll regret later. I'm going to take a shower."

"No," Draco said, mouth close to Harry's ear as he did. "Fucking
hit me if you have to, but you will not ignore me."

Harry closed his eyes very tightly and pulled on the handle.
Draco leant his weight on the door. "What is it that scares you,
Harry?" he whispered. "Is it that I will do something? Or that I might
want to?"
"Draco, please," Harry whispered back, breathing shaky as it sped
up. There was a lump forming in his throat and he couldn't seem to
swallow it down.
"This isn't about Theo," Draco continued. "This is about us.
What Theo does or does not want from me shouldn't matter. What
matters is what you think of me. Do you still think that without our
bond I would not be with you?"
Harry didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to if
he'd tried.
"That's it, isn't it?" Draco sneered. "It's not what side you think
they were on. It's that they were my lovers that has you angry. That
they touched me. That they would still touch me if given the chance."
Harry didn't move his body. He only stared at the door for
several moments. "It wouldn't make you angry if Ron always
whispered in my ear?" he asked quietly. "If he looked at me like Nott
looked at you? If he wanted me and made no attempt to hide that he
did? It wouldn't make you even the slightest bit angry?"
Draco grabbed Harry and turned him around, shoving the
Gryffindor's back against the door and scowling at him. "I share you
with the whole bloody fucking world," he said. "How many
autographs were you asked for today? How many hundreds of people
look at you that way? Harry Potter, Hero of the Wizarding world. But
I trust you. You don't trust me."
"I never said that," Harry answered. "I never said I don't trust


"Then what does it matter how anyone looks me?" Draco

challenged, still angry.
Harry closed his eyes again, shaking, and he had to force himself

to open his mouth. "I don't like thinking of you with someone else,"
he said very quietly. "And it's not the sex. I don't like to think about
the sex, but it's not the sex. I don't like to think of ... anyone out there
... who could love you like I do. I don't like to think of you ... lying
with him or her ... and just ... touching them ... and kissing them ...
and just ... being with them. I don't like wondering if ... I'm doing it
right. You told me that I'll never understand you. And I can't help
that they probably did understand you." He was whispering by the
end, his eyes still very tightly shut. "I'm not a pure-blood, I'm not a
Slytherin, and I wasn't even raised in the wizarding world. That's
what scares me."

Draco sucked in a sharp breath at such a vulnerable admission
from his husband. He stepped close, his body pressing against the
other man's. "I am yours. I have always been yours," he whispered
into Harry's ear. "I was yours long before you claimed me. You were
what I wanted even then. It's always been about you and always will

Harry could feel the tears behind his eyelids and he knew if he
opened them, they would spill out. He slid one arm under Draco's to
hold the back of his neck, which there was no hair covering, and the
other tightly around his waist. "I love you," he choked out, not
trusting himself to say more.

Draco slid his cheek against Harry's, lips caressing his skin until
they were touching his lover's, inhaling his breath. He cupped the
back of Harry's head with one hand while sliding his silver one
around the man's waist, pulling him tight against his own body. "No
one compares to you," Draco whispered against those lips. "Do you
know why I didn't regrow my hair?"

Harry shook his head, holding Draco even tighter.
"I wanted you to shape it to your will, to make me into the image
you want," Draco whispered against his lips. "Shall I be that
schoolboy for you again? Or do you want it long to grab hold of? As
you wish it, my love. I am yours."


To Harry's ears, it sounded like Draco was talking about more
than his hair. And Harry knew, truly, that Draco would probably do
absolutely anything for him. He knew he would do anything for
Draco as well, but Harry wasn't the one who'd had to learn to get
along with people he didn't like, he wasn't the one who'd had to fight
in the very thick of a war because of his husband, he wasn't the one
who'd given up everything familiar in his life to be with someone.
Harry let out a quiet breath and leant back to finally open his eyes
and look at his husband. He reached both hands into Draco's shorter
hair, stroking the strands of it as he stared at him. "I think you're
gorgeous no matter what way your hair is," he said.

Draco looked into those teary green eyes and smiled softly. "Over
a year ago, I asked you to never doubt me," he said softly. "After all
we have been through together, can you really still?"

Harry was still and silent for a moment before he shook his head.
"No," he whispered.

Draco drew his wand and cast the spell to strip himself. "This is
yours, all yours," he said, still watching Harry's eyes.

Harry pulled Draco gently forward with his hands still in his hair
and kissed him firmly. "I know," he whispered.

Draco opened his mouth to that kiss, tongue caressing his

Harry breathed into Draco's mouth and took the other man's
breath in. He moved his hand to the back of Draco's neck again,
pulling their bodies flush against each other.

"Claim me, my lion," Draco whispered, grinding his quickly filling
cock against the front of Harry's trousers.

Harry shivered with a surge of pleasure and he kissed Draco until
he led him to the bed. He lowered him to it, leaning over him as he
continued to kiss him.

Harry in school robes was hot and Draco wrapped his hand
around that Gryffindor tie and held him close with it. "Yes," he
whispered, licking at Harry's lips.

Harry panted through his nose as he plundered Draco's mouth
with his tongue, using his hand to remove all of his own clothes
except the tie, which he left for Draco to grasp. He ground his
erection against Draco's, gasping.


Draco moaned into his lover's mouth, the feeling of Harry's flesh
against his own making him shiver.

"You mean more to me than anything, Draco," Harry whispered,
moving his mouth to Draco's ear. "More than anything." He slid his
hand down, slicking his fingers as he reached to press them inside his
husband. "I can't even fall asleep without you anymore. I don't just
not want to, I can't. I can't do anything without you."

Draco spread himself for his husband, still trembling at his touch.
"Yours, always yours," he whispered. "Never doubt it."

Harry prepared Draco with careful familiarity, familiarity that
made him feel safe. Draco was his, and he knew it, and had known it,
and he didn't know how Draco put up with him some days. He slid
fingers out and his cock in, kissing Draco with little kisses across his
skin, touching him with little touches that he gently trailed about his
body. Kisses and touches that he liked to think of as his exclusively.
It wasn't just the powerful lust they had for each other, it was love,
and gentleness, and being held and cared for. Harry wanted it to be
his job, and his alone.

Draco surrendered to his husband's loving touches as much as he
did when Harry was more fierce. He reached to card his fingers
through his lover's hair and wrapped his legs around his waist,
arching to meet each gentle slide into his body. "Yes, no one but you
makes me feel like this," he whispered fervently.

Harry took slow, deep breaths that matched the pace he'd set
with his hips. Draco's words were exactly what he wanted and he
shuddered with them.

Power and pleasure thrummed inside Draco as his husband made
love to him. It was slow and delicious. He looked up into the man's
green eyes, his own grey ones unguardedly open and letting him see
his love.

Harry kissed Draco gently again, his body slowly accumulating
sweat as he moved his hips. "Draco," he moaned, arching his back as
he made a particularly good slide inside. "Oh, Merlin, Draco."

"Harry, my love, my husband," Draco responded, moaning. One
hand still held the tie while his silver one slid over Harry's back.

Harry thrust harder, groaning with every movement. "Fuck," he
let out in a very quiet whisper, tensing as he began to come.


Warmth flooded Draco's body, his husband's seed inside and
magic flowing through him. The blond gasped, his own come
pumping out between them.

Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, panting as he held him.
Draco felt filled and happy. There was no better place in the
world than in his lover's embrace. After a couple of minutes, he said,
"How can you imagine that anything or anyone would be better than
"I don't know," Harry answered, running his fingers along
Draco's slick skin. "I'm an idiot about some things, I guess."
"Yes, but I love you anyway," Draco smirked.
"I know you do," Harry said, and then sighed and smiled, raising
his head and looking at Draco's hair again. He fingered a strand of it.
Draco arched an eyebrow, smirking still.
"You're a hot schoolboy," Harry said, smirking a bit himself. "But
I like grown-up Draco, too. A lot."
"Schoolboy for a week and then you grow my hair back?" Draco
suggested, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry grinned. "Sounds like a plan," he said, moving inside Draco
a little before chuckling and pulling out.
Draco laughed when he saw that Harry's tie was now stained with
come. "Such a mess," he teased.
Harry sat up beside Draco on the bed and pulled his tie up to
look at it. "Yes, and that's entirely my fault," he said sarcastically, still
"It's a good thing I'm an expert at Cleaning Charms," Draco said
from where he still lay on the bed.
Harry snorted. "Yes, very good thing. Or we would've been in a
world of trouble."
"Speaking of trouble," Draco said, grinning at his husband.
"Someone has to go get Valen from downstairs."
"He's probably hungry," Harry said, standing from the bed to pull
clothes on. "I'll get him."
Draco cast the Cleaning Charms on his husband and himself and
then burrowed happily under the covers.
Harry smiled at Draco as he dressed, unable to believe how very
lucky he knew he was. Then he left the room to fetch their child.


Quidditch Games

Harry cheered along with the rest of his friends as he watched the red
and green blurs streak past on the Quidditch pitch. He was happily
observing the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and was quite
proud to see that Gryffindor was in the lead. He couldn't help
smiling smugly as the team he'd mostly trained played. They still
played very well.

"Keep circling, Ginny!" Ron shouted from next to Harry. "Keep
him on his toes!"

"Baddock, move it!" Draco shouted at the Slytherin Keeper.
Harry grinned at Draco, who was sitting on his other side. "Weird
to be watching instead of playing?" he asked. "It's driving me mad. I
want to get out there and do it myself."
Valen sat in Draco's lap, his back against his father's body. The
baby was squealing along with everyone else.
Draco leant over and whispered in his lover's ear. "I can think of
several things I want to do," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling. "And what would those be?" he
"Well, there was the 'under the bleachers' scenario, and in the
locker room. Just to name a few," Draco whispered, giving Harry's
ear a lick.
Harry swallowed and took in a shaky breath. "You've also yet to
be on your knees before me when I beat you in that Quidditch
match," he said.
"I think you are mistaken in that outcome, my love," Draco
purred. "Because I am going to catch that Snitch this time."
Draco's voice in Harry's ear was incredibly sexy and he was
hardly even looking at the players on the pitch anymore. "Oh, we'll
see," he said. "Which comes first?"
Valen squealed so loud that Draco winced and he saw one of the


Slytherin team dodge a Bludger. The baby was literally bouncing up
and down in his lap now. Draco laughed, smiling at the enthusiastic
child. Then he leant in again to Harry. "Maybe someone could hold
him while we take a break under the stands?" he suggested.

Harry licked his lips and then leaned around Ron. "Hermione?"
he said.

She looked over at him.
"We have to go do something. Watch Valen for a few?"
Her expression turned from questioning to knowing. She looked
like she might want to say something sarcastic, but merely held out
her hands.
Harry turned back to Draco and took Valen from him to hand to
her, fighting the wide smile trying to break out on his face.
Draco kissed the top of his child's head and handed him over,
getting to his feet and making his way down the row of seats.
Harry followed after Draco, probably looking like an excited
puppy, but not really caring what anyone else thought.
Draco made his way down the stairs and under the stands. He
was grinning as he did. Finally, he turned and leant against one of the
support beams, one eyebrow arched.
Harry took a moment to look at Draco Malfoy, his hair cut short
again, standing all alone under the stands while the crowd roared
above them. The picture was almost exactly like the one Harry'd
imagined, only they were at Hogwarts instead of the World Cup, and
Draco was even hotter.
"Well, Potter," Draco drawled. "What did you want with me?" He
tried to make it sound like he would have in fifth year.
Harry's eyes glittered as he took a step toward Draco. "I wanted
to ask you something," he said.
"What could you possibly ask me?" Draco drawled, hands on his
Harry grinned, but not too widely. After all, he wasn't married to
the man – boy – standing before him. "Well, you know it's going to
be an interesting question. I am missing a Quidditch match."
"So am I, Potter," Draco snapped, doing his best to try not to
smile. "So get on with whatever it was you wanted to say."
Harry smiled some more, a touch of amusement in it that he


knew would have annoyed Draco. "Well," he began, "it's sort of a
simple question, I suppose." He paused for a moment. "I heard you
swing both ways. Is it true?"

"What in Merlin's name could you be prattling about?" Draco
sneered, trying to look suspicious.

"Come now," Harry chided. "Are you telling me you don't know
what I mean?"

"You can't possibly have any clue what you are asking about,"
Draco insisted.

Harry snorted. "I thought you were supposed to be one of the
smart ones," he said, and he was as amused as he was aroused. "I'm
asking if you like cock. I'm not really sure if I can make it any plainer
than that."

Draco was very aroused and it was difficult not to reach out and
grab Harry immediately. But this was a game he wanted play out.
"And what's it to you, Potter?" he sneered.

Harry shrugged. "Answer me and I might tell you," he said.
"It's not a secret," Draco said, licking his lips. "I play a bit."
"Play a bit?" Harry repeated, eyeing Draco suggestively.
"So what's this about?" Draco insisted.
Harry let out a small sigh. "To be perfectly honest," he said, "I'm
curious. And I've ... noticed some things about you."
Draco raised both eyebrows. "Such as?"
"You watch me," Harry answered. "Well, you've always done
that, but I mean you watch me."
"Your ego is out of control," Draco snapped, heart beating fast as
if this were really back then and he had been found out.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Defensive, hmm? Now why would that
"I should be back in the stands," Draco said quickly, pretending
to push off the support like he was leaving.
"But you haven't even let me finish," Harry said, stepping in front
of Draco so that he couldn't push off the support without touching
"Move, Potter," Draco hissed.
Harry leant closer and placed his hands on the support beam on
either side of Draco. "I said you didn't let me finish," he said, voice


quieter now that he was closer.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart was thumping so loud he

wondered if it could be heard over the cheers. He swallowed, eyes
meeting Harry's, and he could feel the other man's magic prickling
over his skin.

It was amazing to Harry how incredibly real these games always
seemed. "I said I was curious," he continued. "And you said you play
a bit, and if that means what I think it does, then it seems to me that
we're pretty well-matched. Why do I ask you in particular? Because I
know you watch me and I decided there was a pretty good chance
you want me. Plus ..." he trailed off, his gaze lowering to Malfoy's ...
Draco's mouth. He shook his head to clear it, surprising himself with
thinking Draco's surname. He looked back up and met his eyes again.

Draco trembled and licked his lips. "Curious?" he asked, voice
dropped deeper now. He could feel the other man's breath on his
face. He felt the surge of desire, fear and longing that had been there
for all those years and, unlike his former self, let it show in his face.

"Curious," Harry repeated even more quietly. He brought their
faces a little closer. "You game?" he whispered.

"Yes," Draco whispered, grey eyes completely captivated by his

Harry slowly brought his mouth to Draco's. He let his eyes fall
shut and kissed him as if he'd never done so before. He didn't let
their bodies touch, and his arms were trembling with the effort of
keeping his weight resting against the beam rather than against

Draco gasped against those lips, their taste still intoxicating to
him. Suddenly, his hands were sliding around Potter's waist and up
his back, pulling the other man against his own body.

Harry added a slight flick of his tongue as he kissed Draco,
bringing his own hands trailing down the beam to rest on the blond's

Draco's tongue traced the inside of Harry's lips, while his hands
slid over his back, one heading up into his hair.

Harry let out a small sound of pleasure and pushed Draco a little
harder against the pillar, feeling the heat of their bodies pressed so
tightly together. He began to slide his hand slowly forward, moving it


towards the front of Draco's trousers.
Draco was so aroused that the slightest touch of Harry's hand

made him moan into his mouth and grip his hair with his right hand.
Harry squeezed Draco's cock, rubbing him as he began to kiss

more forcefully. The hand in his hair made his eyes roll back beneath
his eyelids and he groaned.

Draco was pressed to the support beam and he could feel the
vibrations of the people above, the sound of the crowd and the
announcer – all just adding to the intensity of the fantasy that it was
fifth year and Harry was seducing him. He slid his silver hand down
to squeeze Harry's arse and then thrust his hips against his hand.

Harry pulled back from the kiss, panting. He leant in and kissed
Draco again, and then once again before he could stop himself
enough to actually get a word out. "Let me suck you, please," he
whispered, bringing his hand up and then sliding the tips of his
fingers into Draco's trousers. He slid his cheek along Draco's and
then moved down to nip at his jaw.

"Oh, Gods, yesss," Draco agreed. "Suck me, Potter."
Harry sucked and kissed Draco's skin, sliding his hand further
inside the man's trousers and into his shorts to grasp his cock. "I'll
suck you so hard," he promised, looking into Draco's eyes again as he
pumped his hand as best he could. "Slide my mouth over you, lick
you. Will you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
"Yes, Potter," Draco gasped. "On your knees, now."
Harry kissed Draco one last time before sinking to his knees in
front of him. He took his hand out of Draco's trousers and used both
to push and pull them down to his ankles, staring up at him as he did.
The sight of Harry on his knees was so arousing that Draco had
to grip the beam for support. His cock was jutting out from fine
blond hair. He was so aroused that the foreskin was already pulled
back some.
Harry moved forward and kissed Draco's thigh, moaning softly as
he gripped his straining erection, pulling the foreskin all the way
back. He bought his mouth a few inches over and licked slowly up
the length, then ran the soft, slightly sticky head over his open lips.
"Yesssss," Draco gasped, head falling back to rest against the


"Mmm," Harry hummed, sliding his free hand around to grasp
Draco's arse as he lowered his mouth, sucking up the moisture.

Draco gripped the beam with his silver hand now and reached his
right hand to thread into Harry's thick hair again. "Yes, suck me,
Potter," he gasped. "You were meant to suck my cock."

Harry took Draco further inside. He moaned in agreement,
squeezing Draco's arse as he moved his mouth smoothly over him.

That warm wet mouth enclosed his cock and Draco moaned so
loud that it was a good thing the crowd was still cheering.

Harry bobbed his head over Draco's cock, unable to take his eyes
off him. He pulled away and licked back up the length, panting and
flushed as he pumped his hand over the shaft. He sucked away the
pre-come again, his own cock as hard as Draco's.

"Potter," Draco gasped, watching the other man and trying to
decide if this game included more than the original fantasy.

Harry looked up at Draco, his mouth still over his length, but
then pulled back, giving the head another lick. "Yes?" he asked, voice
low and hoarse.

"How much do you want my cock?" Draco asked, trying for
bravado, but his breathlessness got a bit in the way.

Harry swallowed and licked his lips. "Quite a lot," he answered
after a moment, tempted to lick Draco yet again.

"You gonna suck me off, or do you want me to fuck you?" Draco

Harry's breathing sped up as he stared at Draco. "I've never been
fucked before," he said, his cock twitching.

Draco grinned at his kinky husband playing the virgin. "I think I
will have you finish sucking me off now," he said, voice husky. "And
then I will fuck you in the locker room after the game."

Harry groaned quietly. "I'm up for that," he said, and he was.
Quite literally.

"So back to it, Potter," Draco demanded, pulling the other man's
hair to urge him on.

Harry moved forward and brought his mouth down on Draco's
cock again, using it to hide his delighted smirk. One hand he used on
his husband, and the other he used to rub himself, so turned on that
he wouldn't need anything more.

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